My weekend was same as usual, me in room. Nothing else.
But, something felt strange.
Like nothing I've ever felt before, it wouldn't leave ever since I saw the Host Club.
At first I thought I was sick or somethin', but no, I was not.
I haven't felt like this, well not for a good while, since them.
Then it hit me, hit me hard, the feeling, it was happiness.
Joy, I couldn't wait to go to school, and see them, they made me happy.
Even if I only known them a day, they wanted me. Sorta, but I'll take it, it's more then anyone has.
Just before Aoi could knock, I opened the door, hair ready, in my uniform.
And my hair was actually behind my ear rather than in my face.
Aoi was clearly shocked, either by me being early, or my smile, "uhh, Mistress Tomoko. I've come to wake you, but since you are already awake I do not have have to. But if you please, follow me to the dinning room."
I sighed in frustration, they're always gonna call me 'Mistress' aren't they?
Anyway, I followed the maid in large black dress to the dining room. Then came the stairs, I watched her walk down them.i
"Mistress," she called out once she reached the bottom, "Are you coming?"
I grinned and hopped on the banister, and slid the way down.
As I slid down the curved banister, I thought to myself, 'Yeah, she's gone. But why did you ever stop? Stopped having fun? Just enjoying yourself? Why?'
"Why did I? Wouldn't she want me to have fun?" I whispered to myself, then I hit the end of the banister. And I almost tripped getting off, 'Stop acting like she doesn't have a name!' The voice in my head roared, 'Just say it!'
"...fine." I muttered under my breath, "I am Mweiki Mizu Tenshi Tomoko, and I miss her, I miss Yuki."Sorry it was short, but I just wanted it to end like this, but next chapter should be out real soon! Byeeeeee!
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Male or Female? Mweiki's story~ a Ouran High School Host Club fanfiction~
Fiksi PenggemarThis a OHSHC X Oc story. So yeah, read it if you wanna. Mweiki, Mweiki Tomoko, that's my name. Who am I, I don't know. Just me. It wasn't always just me, but that's a story for another time, for now, let's focus on the present. You're here to read t...