It wasn’t a surprise to see that yet again the emperor had been absent from not only school today, but unit practice aswell. However, that didn’t excuse him from having that journal shared between him as his fellow jester to be shared. Despite how ill he had felt, such never ending illness always ending him back up in the hospital … did the emperor manage to have it delivered.
Upon arrival was it in perfect condition as ever, having one of his servants deliver it to the Wataru house hold, the journal definatly something even the other male’s adoptive parents would recognize as their son’s. Once the journal would be open up to the newest entry would there be the male’s unforgettable handwriting, perfect and neat as ever. All ended beautifully with that signature of his that he had only perfected more and more upon becoming an idol like he always dreamed of.
It appears my condition has deemed me unable to attend school or unit practice today, my sincerest apologies. Though I am unsure of if the nurses will allow anyone to visit me today, what with how my condition had been the previous night. With that have I written you this entry to keep up to date with you still.
Simply put, last night I had been woken up in a cold sweat, my pulse only rising more and more as I found it harder for myself to breath. My body felt numb, unable to move aside from the small quick movements I was able to do to alert the nurses attention. Luckily however I was treated properly as ever, hooked up to my usual machine for when my lungs seem to fail me and I had taken my assortment of medication.
This morning however I woke up less hellish, thank the Gods. Though I still felt quite hazy, my head pounding just as hard as it had what seemed like hours ago, my body felt limp, unable to move - yet as usual I remained okay with this care I was in. And as I lied here, body feeling as if it was being forced down to the center of Mother Earth herself, those thoughts began clouding my mind.
I certianly know I won’t be alive much longer, as sad as that is to say. Though I do worry …. What would happen to my Fine?
What would happen to Yumenosaki after all I had built it up to?
Certainly Keito would take his place as president, only to pass it down to whomever he deems ready once he graduates but … I wonder how things will be for you three.
I can’t imagine how devastated Tori would be, and if by any chance I do pass before having the chance to graduate from this beautiful school I had rebuilt after the war, I would like you to take over in my stead, Wataru. Tori simply isn’t ready yet, and I’m sure once he does a bit more growing once we leave … maybe then will he finally be ready.
Though with these thoughts of what were to happen with me being able to pass on any moment now with how severe my heath is … I can’t help but take each day knowing it’d be my last.
That’s why before I began writing this, once I mustered up enough strength, I had read your previous entries in this journal. I had done everything to remind myself of you. Everything you do … your entire being ever since I was young always felt like more reasons for me to live. Though I always seem to find my heart fluttering every so often whenever I think of you, I don’t take it as any sort of danger. Just thinking of you fills me with such happiness despite everything. You’re such an interesting person, Wataru.
That’s why no matter what I’ll always adore and idolize you.
I always had and I always will.
I do hope to hear back from you soon, feel free to visit me to your heart’s content
Your’s Truly,
