A/N: You guys remember, not this past April, but the one before it, when we all met? I was in a pissed off mood and anxious to all hell, but then, we got together and things started to suck a little less? I mean, they still sucked, but we had that solidarity? The feeling that we weren't all suffering alone? That was a beautiful thing. I just hope you can all keep that going when I'm no longer posting. Maybe I'll post internet therapy through a different story, a different fandom. Maybe even an original. But what kind of douche canoe posts a story and makes themselves the main character? Pff…*nervously sweats bullets while staring at her Black Butler fic* Anyway…I'll get a little mushier later, but I'm just going to say this. I've been sitting on the ending of this story since June and I love it so much and I can't wait for you all to see this. So, I'm going to shut up now. Savor this chapter, friends…

As much as I loved hanging around the host club, I had something else in mind for tonight's party. No party like a host club party. And I would have to dress the part, right? I mean, I am dating one of the hosts. After Haruhi, I was their princess. Every princess needed a proper ballgown. I got a dress from the same store I got my bondage dress in Harajuku. Only this one was white and lacier. Rhiannon had more of a hand in this one. Her suggested amount of tulle only added to its twisted innocence.

I couldn't help but do some spins in the mirror. My sister had an eye for these kinds of things. If she was in town, I'd introduce Rhiannon to Yuzuha. Rhi would bawl. I'm sure she'll be my date tonight. My usual plus one is already a host. Why not bring an outsider? Although, I'm sure we could count Rhiannon as an unofficial member like me. I wonder if I could bring a plus two. Then, I could bring, Ritsu, too. Regardless, I could still probably bring him. Where did I put my phone?

"Yeah?"

"Hi, Ritsu," I dug around in my sister's makeup bag that she was so kind to leave here.

"Hey, Lana," Ritsu changed his usual argumentative tone, "What's up?"

"Are you busy tonight?" I asked, holding my phone between my ear and my shoulder.

"Not that I know of," he thought for a minute, "Why?"

"Will you come over?" I begged, "I need a friend and my sister went MIA."

"What about Kyoya?" Ritsu suggested.

"I'll see him later," I dug deeper, looking for Rhi's good eyeliner, "He's got other stuff going on right now."

"What about Haruhi?" he wondered, "I thought you two were best friends."

"She's with Tamaki right now." At least I think she is, "Just come over. Please?"

"Fine," he caved, "I'll be over in about ten minutes, ok?"

"I'll leave my door unlocked," I grinned victoriously.

"Like hell, you will!" Ritsu scolded, "I know you live in a safe neighborhood, Lana, but you never know what kind of weirdos are out walking around."

"Alright," I let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a puppy that just got hit in the nose with a newspaper, "If you knock, I'll unlock the door."

"Thank you..."

"I'll see you soon!"

Click.

I was really going to miss Ritsu. Who else was I going to hang out with when I'm in between classes and Kyoya's not? Rhiannon? She'll probably be working or taking care of the baby. If Ritsu wasn't younger than us, I'd ask him to come with us. Something tells me he'd fit in like a glove in New York. As long as his yakuza history doesn't come back to haunt him.

Knock, knock.

Speak of the devil. I finished the last few brushstrokes of my eyeliner and got the door, "Hi, Ritsu."

"Hi, Lana," Ritsu covered his nose like it was reflex. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. Honestly, that's what I was looking for. With the host club party tonight, I wanted to look drop dead sexy. And there was only one surefire way of finding out if I met my own standards. Unfortunately, it came from how much blood came out of poor little Ritsu's nose.

"One day, Ritsu," I got a warm washcloth and held it under his nose, "One day. It sucks that I won't be here much longer to do this for you. You'll have to do this on your own."

"What are you all cuted up for?" Ritsu spun me around, "You got a date tonight?"

"Yep," I regained my balance, "And whether you like it or not, you're coming with me."

"What?" he froze, "What do you mean, I'm coming with you? Is everything ok with you and Kyoya?"

"Everything's fine," I assured, "I'm not mad at him. I'm not working through some daddy issues and using you to do that. Look, the host club is throwing a graduation party for Tamaki, Kyoya, and me and I know host club parties aren't really your thing, but it'd mean a lot to me if you'd..."

"Absolutely," Ritsu cut me off, "You're not going to be around much longer, Lana. Soon, you'll be in New York with Kyoya and...well...I...I'm not good with sentimentality!"

"Take your time," I allowed, "No need to burst a blood vessel."

Without another word, Ritsu held me tight against his chest. His arms were terrified to let me go. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he might have been crying a little. I guess Ritsu really wasn't good with sentimental things. I laid my head in his chest, doing my best to offer what comfort I could to him.

"I'm going to miss the hell out of you, Lana," his voice shook, "Why do you have to be leaving so soon? And you'll be so far away."

"Only a couple flights away," I promised, "It'll be alright."

"All the way in New York, though," Ritsu whined.

"I don't care if it's two in the morning, Ritsu," I rolled my eyes, "If you want to come see me, you're more than welcome to. It'll be great."

"But you're going to an ivy league school," he pointed out, "You'll probably make all kinds of new, smart friends and us hanging out would get weird."

"Just when I thought you knew me so well," I giggled a bit, "Ritsu, I'll still be me. And you really think I'm going to be social? Oh, honey. You're so cute."

"So..." Ritsu took my hand, "I'll have nothing to worry about?"

"Of course not," I smiled, "Now, I have one more thing to ask you."

"What's that, Lana?"

"Promise me you'll try to have some fun tonight," I begged, "For me?"

"Yeah," he grumbled to himself, "I will."

"And no picking fights with people," I stipulated, "And no telling my sister she's fat."

"That was one time!"

"But still..."

"I won't," Ritsu snuggled me, "For you."

"Thank you," I grabbed my bag off the couch, "You ready?"

"We're leaving now?" he wondered, "Just us?"

"That was the plan," I locked the door behind me.

"What?" Ritsu joked, "No host club limo?"

"Doesn't look like it."

"You're right," he corrected himself, "Knowing those guys, it'd be more excessive like a horse drawn carriage or something."

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously, freezing up by the motorcycle in front of my building.

"Lana?" Ritsu nudged me, "You ok?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Just a little flashback."

"What kind of flashback?" he worried, "Something bad?"

"No," I snapped out of it, throwing my leg over Ritsu's bike. I had no intentions of riding Ritsu's bike tonight, but there was something weirdly thrilling about the thought of riding his motorcycle in a dress. I'm just glad it had some wiggle room, "Just the host club being extra. I'm ok."

"Ok," Ritsu calmed down, "Shall we?"

"Let's go," I had gotten a text from both Kyoya and Rhiannon asking when I'd be there a few minutes ago. But I thought, I'll get there when I get there. Little did either one of them know, I'd have Ritsu along with me. All while I'm looking like a total smoke show.

When we got to Ouran, this place was booming. The parking lot was an endless sea of limos and luxury cars. And now, Ritsu's bike. The only one here, too. Oh well. I got off and resituated the skirt of my dress. Nobody needs to see my Hello Kitty underpants tonight. Unless Kyoya's feeling particularly...romantic tonight. Now wasn't the time for that, though. Because now was the time for me to spend one last night with the people I loved and those who have loved me since the day I walked through their doors.

It was weird to think about it like that. When I got to Ouran that January, all I wanted to do was keep my head down. I wasn't there to make friends (Although, Dr. Moreno insisted that I make a few.) or to have a good time. Just to study, come home, sleep, and do it all again in the morning. When I walked into the host club after my first week, I just wanted somewhere quiet. I was anxious and felt my skin peeling off and I just wanted some quiet. Instead, I got rose petals to the face and my favorite bunch of weirdos that I'm honored to call family.

"Lana-chan!" Honey was the first to find me in the giant mob of people, "You're here!"

I guess there really was no party like a host club graduation party, "Hi, Honey."

"And Kasa-chan, too!" his little face lit up.

"I hope that's ok."

"Haninozuka-senpai," Ritsu bowed immediately like Honey was his god, "Please forgive my intrusion, sir. If you want me to leave, I will."

"Why would I want something so silly like that?" Honey giggled, "Of course you can be here. Come on, Lana-chan. Kyo-chan's looking for you."

When wasn't he? I'm sure wherever Kyoya is, Rhiannon's not too far behind. Unless it was like the first host club party I went to. It wouldn't surprise me if she wandered off to make friends. Then again, I don't think high school kids were her type when she's looking for friendship. Other than the host club, but they're an exception to a lot of things.

Ritsu and I followed Honey to a round seating area where all my boys and my best friend and my sister were sitting around, hanging out, swapping stories. This...This is what I'll miss the most. Mostly everyone I love in one location. All of us getting along, being more than just friends. Because in this circle of people, we were family. And once Kyoya and I are in New York with Rhiannon, something tells me that this? This right here...This will never go away.

"Hi there, gorgeous," Kyoya pulled me into his lap while Honey climbed back into my sister's, "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Here I am," I kissed his cheek, "Miss me?"

"Of course," his eyes darted up, "And you brought Kasanoda with you?"

"Is that a problem?" Ritsu jumped on the defensive.

"Ritsu, no," I shoved my finger in his chest, "What did I say?"

"Oooh," Rhiannon smirked, "Look at Lana with the mom voice."

"It is pretty wicked," the twins agreed.

"I wasn't picking a fight," he promised, "He was."

"No, I wasn't," Kyoya assured, "I was more or less stating a fact. It's highly unlikely you'd come here of your own volition unless Lana told you to. I know her a little better than you do, Kasanoda. She wouldn't ask. She likes you. For some reason or another."

"You, too," I snapped at him, "I thought we were past this. I don't want one of my last nights in Tokyo to be like this. You two are going to pretend you like each other for the next hour for my sake. Do we have an understanding?"

Both Kyoya and Ritsu looked at me like I just slapped them both while everyone else stared on with complete awe. One nod from Kyoya. One nod from Ritsu. And a big ass smile from me. Even though I know they're faking it, it'll be nice to have two of my favorite people being decent to each other. At least for now.

For the rest of the night, it didn't matter how many people were in this room. Because we all had each other. Other girls were trying to come up to the boys, asking for dances, drinks, cake, but every single one of them would always decline or even go as far as to say they'd be there in a minute, but never go. Eventually, the crowd began to dwindle down. Even Ritsu ended up leaving us. I think after butting heads with Kyoya for so long, he needed to go lay down before his nose started bleeding again.

"I really am going to miss this," Tamaki sighed out, "All of us together like this. It was nice while it lasted."

"Yeah," I nodded, "Me, too."

"Haruhi," Kyoya wondered, "Are you going to be able to handle this kind of an empire by yourself? I can't speak for Tamaki, but Lana and I aren't exactly going to be easy to get a hold of."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," Haruhi thought, "I've gotten your death glare down pretty well, Kyoya-senpai."

"I don't have a death glare," Kyoya clarified, "Where did you get that idea?"

"I hate to break it to you, baby," I admitted, "But you do have a death glare."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do," I giggled, "I've seen it myself. I've seen it work. You used to give it to Tamaki and the twins all the time when we first started dating. Any time I'd come up in conversation."

"Really?" Kyoya gave me a look, "I guess I never noticed it."

Oh, Kyoya…How could one be so smart, but so clueless at the same time? It's no wonder people thought he was a robot. But I've seen him completely vulnerable. Many times. Kyoya's humanity never was a question for me. My god, I'm getting awfully gushy today. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was dying, but God wouldn't give me the satisfaction. Tomorrow, though…Tomorrow will be the day I wish for death.

Because not only did I have to send my parents off, but I'd have to deal with dinner at Kyoya's. One of those things I've done countless times. However, this would prove to be different…Vastly different. Kyoya didn't come to pick me up. He didn't have flowers waiting for me. He didn't even cook for me. Instead, pretentious judgment hung thick in the air outside his house. By the looks of it, though, Yuuichi was here. And Fuyumi, too. At least I'd have little bit of a support system for when Kyoya can't do it on his own.

"Miss Lana!" Rose greeted me at the door with her usual sunshiny disposition, but then, in an instant, that was gone, "Excuse me. Dr. Ootori is waiting for you."

"It's alright, Rose," I settled her, "You know we're not formal."

"That's not my doing…" she kept her voice down.

"I understand." Did I remember to take my meds today? I'm pretty sure I did. And it'd only be awkward if I were to ask Yuuichi if he kept any on him. I followed Rose to the dining room and took the empty seat next to Kyoya. His foot wouldn't stay still if one were to tape it down to the floor. Without a second thought, I rested my hand on his thigh, hoping my touch would be enough to settle him down.

"Hello, Miss Smith," Dr. Ootori greeted me coldly.

"Hello, Dr. Ootori," I managed to keep a false sense of confidence. Kyoya taught me that little power move. It may not have impressed his father, but Yuuichi seemed pretty taken aback, "But please. I insist. Call me Lana. I'm not too big on formality."

"Clearly," he brushed me off. What the hell did I have to do to please this guy? Should I start doing cartwheels? Stand on my head? I'd end up hurting myself, but whatever works, "Now, do you know why I invited you here?"

"I'm assuming it's because you wanted to get to know me better," I figured, my grip on Kyoya's hand tightening.

"Smart girl," Dr. Ootori approved, "Tell me. Who are you?"

The last time someone asked me that question was in my head. It brought back memories of me waking up in the hospital. And that was something that didn't need to pop up in my thoughts. Uh-oh…I thought I had a lid on it. I started shaking a little. No, Lana. Not now. Not in front of him. And you know Kyoya's falling apart right now. Keep yourself together. For him at least. You can do that much.

"Lana?" Yuuichi worried, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I snapped out of it, more or less suppressing it for now, "I'm good. The question's a little vague, though, don't you think?"

"Fair enough," Dr. Ootori rephrased, "What do you come from? Or where, for that matter?"

"I was going to a boarding school in London," I told, "Then, I had an opportunity to come to school here. I couldn't pass it up."

"Which is where you met Kyoya, I'm sure," he figured, "What about your family? What kind of business are they in?"

"My mother doesn't work," I kept my twitching under control, "But my father is an architect."

"You…" Dr. Ootori glanced me over, "You don't come from any pedigree?"

"Father, please," Yuuichi stepped in, "Leave her alone. I know what you're doing. You're seeing if she's a liability."

"Of course I am," Dr. Ootori confirmed, "If she's seeing Kyoya, I don't want him falling into something so reckless."

"You didn't let me finish," Yuuichi went on, "She's not a liability. She's a person. So, she's in love with Kyoya. And I know for a fact that Kyoya's in love with her just as much."

"Has he told you this?"

"No. Fuyumi did." Kyoya shot a glare at his older sister. She fired back with a quick wink.

"Kyoya," Dr. Ootori barked, "Is it true? Do you love this girl? This…Commoner?"

"Yes, sir," Kyoya replied shakily.

"And I can see why," Fuyumi piped up, "Ever since Kyoya and Lana have gotten together, Kyoya's gotten a whole lot better. He's a lot more open than what he was. He seems happier. And personally, I think it's all her fault. Not to mention, she's adorable, she's smart. You got accepted to an ivy league college, didn't you, Lana?"

"That's right," I nodded, "They called me an inspiration."

"And what about her medical records?" Dr. Ootori wondered, "Is she…?"

"Fully capable of taking care of Kyoya with the greatest discretion," Yuuichi cut him off, "Like I said, she's no liability."

Times like these made me so thankful I had Yuuichi in my life. And Fuyumi now, too. And they were both on my side. Even though Kyoya was currently drooling on himself on the inside, I was proud of him, too. He's kept it together surprisingly well. On the surface anyway. Fake it until you make it, baby. I know you can do that. I've seen it with my own two eyes. Just like your death glare.

"Father…" Kyoya spoke softly, "I decided where I'm going to school, too."

He was feeling awfully bold, wasn't he? As soon as those words came out of his mouth, my heart stopped. Dr. Ootori perked up a little more, "Have you? And where is that, Kyoya?"

"NYU," he started getting his confidence back.

"America?" he gave him a look, "There are plenty of schools around here you could go to. All I have to do is make a phone call and you're there."

"I don't want to go to any of the other schools here," Kyoya stood his ground, "I want to see more of the world."

"How much of the world is left for you to see?" Dr. Ootori scoffed, "You've been to New York already, Kyoya."

"I've never lived there," he pointed out, "After visiting last summer, I thought it'd be a nice change of pace."

"Do they have a strong medical program or something?" he wondered.

"No," Kyoya shook his head, "But they do have a very good fine arts program. And that's what drew me to it in the first place."

"Excuse me?" Uh-oh…Dr. Ootori had that same look in his eye that my father had when Rhiannon told him she was pregnant. A dangerous mixture of anger and disappointment.

"Kyoya," I mumbled, gave him a nudge, "Abort…"

"I leave for New York tomorrow," Kyoya shrugged, "I'm already enrolled for the fall. Classes are picked out, all four years have been paid for in advance. By the way, Lana, I did run them by Rhiannon first. All of my teachers are fine."

"Kyoya," Dr. Ootori growled, "You can't do this. Where is a fine arts degree going to get you? You might as well have told me you were going into chiropractics."

"Hopefully, with enough work," Kyoya crossed his fingers, "It'll get me into galleries around the world. I know I have the raw talent to do it."

"Your doodles are a hobby, not a career!"

"Why not make a career out of it?" I think it was safe to say that Kyoya has officially grown a pair. Without thinking about it, he grabbed my arm and pulled up my sleeve, making me wince something fierce. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Yuuichi jumping a little, too, "Do you see this?"

"It's bad enough she's a commoner," Dr. Ootori scoffed, "But she's covered in tattoos, too?"

"Just the one," Kyoya clarified, "And I'm the one who drew it on her in the first place. Tell me I won't get into galleries and I'll call you a…"

"Kyoya…" I spoke meekly, about to come unglued. All it took was one word to bring him back down to earth. I was ready to throw up and my breathing grew more and more sporadic. Kyoya knew all too well why I got that tattoo. And why I got it where it was.

"I'm going to take Lana home," he excused us both, "I'll be back in the morning."

"Why won't you be back later?" Dr. Ootori asked.

"Because she's going to need me for a little while," Kyoya explained, "It could be an hour. It could be all night. Given what just happened, I'm guessing it'll be all night."

"Kyoya," he snapped, "You'll take her home and you'll come back."

"You know," Kyoya helped me up from my chair, "A very intelligent young lady once told me that, at the end of the day, it's my life. Mine and mine alone to screw up how I see fit. And right now, I see nothing more fitting than taking my girlfriend home, laying her in her bed, tucking her in, and kissing her goodnight."

Before his father could say anything else, Kyoya had gotten me out of there and into the passenger seat of his convertible. The drive back to my apartment was quiet, but peaceful. Only the music of Andrew McMahon to break the silence. Not that I minded. Nothing needed to be said. And those were the best kind of night drives…They reminded me of the ones Rhiannon used to take me on when she still lived at home. And in my cloud of nostalgia, I woke up standing at my front door again and Kyoya fiddling with the lock.

When we got inside, he went into full on caretaker mode. Either as a distraction from his own problems brewing back home or an apology to me for causing the ones brewing in my head. Kyoya put my kettle on the stove and got my tea going. He knew what my usual blend after this kind of thing was. A big ass cup of chamomile usually did the trick.

"I'm so sorry, Lana," he brought me my cup and pulled me into his lap, "I got a little carried away back there, didn't I?"

"It's ok," I got him to relax, too. I can't really come down if he's not already there, "I'm fine. It was more of a phantom thing anyway. Besides, it all happened so quickly that there's no way anyone would've seen anything."

"But still," Kyoya's embrace tightened, "I didn't mean to put you in that position."

"Forget about me for a second," I put my hand up to his cheek, "I'm so proud of you, Kyoya. You actually stood up to your dad. And you didn't budge. That took a lot to do and you did it."

"Thank you," he collapsed, "It was exhausting, but I got there."

"Also," I gave him a quick kiss, "You used my words against him."

"The best weapon I had," Kyoya snuggled me, "Now, how about you finish your tea and we go to bed, ok? We have a big day tomorrow."

"We do," I groaned, "Why do we have to leave tomorrow?"

"Because," he reminded me, "The less time we can spend in Tokyo right now, the better."

"Capital idea," I agreed, "I never thought I'd say that, but I can't wait to be back in the States again. Just you and me, right?"

"Exactly," Kyoya gave me a deep, tender kiss, "I love you, Lana. More than anything else in this world."

"I love you, too," I laid my head on his shoulder, perfectly content with the world. Soon enough, we'd be able to leave this little maze of boxes and make our two-day journey to New York. All I had to do was shut my eyes and sleep pulled me under. The next morning, I woke up by myself, but I had a note from Kyoya on one of my boxes.

Good morning, gorgeous.

Went back home to grab some things.

The movers will take care of your boxes and should be there around noon.

I'll meet you at the terminal.

I love you.

Alright. He'll meet me at the terminal. My stuff was taken care of. Our flight was scheduled to leave in a few hours. Well, Japan, it's been great. We've been through a hell of an ordeal together. Friendships, enemies. Good days, bad days. Best of all, you gave me a home. Not just four walls and a roof over my head. A real home. People that wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for me. Thank you for being the strongest medicine I've ever had. You made me a stronger person. And now, I'm about to take a giant plunge, move in with my boyfriend in an entirely different country, and start completely anew. I had you to thank for that.

Knock, knock.

"It's open," I called out.

"You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked," a familiar voice chirped, "That's a good way for all the weirdos to break in."

"All I know are weirdos," my heart melted as I threw myself into my intruder's chest, "Hi, Ranka."

"You didn't think you were going to skip town without saying goodbye, did you?" he hugged me tight, "Once was plenty. I don't think my heart could take it again."

"I'm going to miss you so much," I swallowed the lump swelling in my throat.

"I'm a phone call away, Lana," Ranka assured, "Just remember the time zones and the fact that I need sleep once in a while and you'll be fine."

"Or you and Haruhi can just move to New York," I suggested, "And so can Honey and Mori and Hikaru and Kaoru and Tamaki and Ritsu and Misuzu, too."

"Misuzu's not leaving the bed and breakfast," he clarified, "And I don't have the money for Haruhi and me to uproot like that. I can't speak for the others, though."

"It was worth a shot," I let out a heavy, depressed sigh.

"Hey," Ranka lifted my chin up, "Things are going to be great for you in New York, Lana. I know it. You're going to go there and take the city by storm. I know you have that in you. And you won't be entirely alone. You'll have Rhiannon there and Kyoya there and that Elliot guy there…"

"Wait," I gave him a look, "Is Elliot moving to the US?"

"Rhiannon didn't tell you?" Ranka wondered, "I thought she would've said something. When we were hanging out the other day, Elliot called her and said that he sold his pub in London and he wants her to use that for seed money."

"Her shop…" I awed, "Elliot, you sap…"

"He does love her," he smiled, "There's no doubt about that. I couldn't have picked anyone better for her. As far as I know anyway. Come on. I'll take you to the airport."

"Thanks," I grabbed my carry-on and left my apartment keys on the kitchen counter. Goodbye, Lana's apartment. I love you…As soon as I got to the airport, Kyoya was waiting for me by the gate. Along with the rest of the family. With the exception of Rhiannon. She caught an earlier flight. But everyone else was there. We made it through our tearful goodbyes and got on our plane.

A week later, Kyoya and I had finally gotten settled in our new deluxe apartment in Williamsburg. Just down the street from Rhiannon and Elliot's place. We had spent the whole day unpacking and all I wanted to do was take a long, well-deserved nap. However, Kyoya had a look on his face all day. That same look he gets when he's up to something.

"Hey, Lana," he called out from the kitchen, "Do you have anything going on tonight?"

"You know damn well I don't," I giggled, "Why?"

"You know how," Kyoya jumped on the couch next to me, "we agreed to not get each other any gifts for graduation?"

"Yeah…" my skepticism kicked into overdrive, "What about it?"

"I might have broken that rule a little bit and got something for the both of us," he confessed, taking a couple pieces of heavier paper out of his pocket, "To my dear, beloved Lana…Would you like to take a trip to Broadway this evening?"

"Sure," I nodded, taking one of the tickets to read it a little closer. And my stomach dropped. These must be a misprint, "No…"

"Yes…" Kyoya smirked, "What does that say, Lana?"

"You didn't…"

"What's it say?"

"WE'RE GOING TO SEE AMERICAN IDIOT TONIGHT?!" I squealed, "Kyoya! How long have you been sitting on these tickets?!"

"Since our last trip to Karuizawa," he came clean, "You said you never saw it and you could never get the tickets. So, what do I do?"

"You got the tickets," I was about to start crying, "Kyoya…I love you."

"I love you, too," Kyoya gave me a quick kiss, "Go put on your black bondage dress. The show starts in an hour and it's going to take most of that to get there."

"I'll be ready in ten minutes," I promised, sprinting from the couch to our bedroom. Bondage dress, bondage dress…Was that out of the box yet? I think I remember putting it in the closet. Aha! There! I stripped down, took a quick shower, and got redressed in a matter of a few minutes. I resituated my face to where no one could tell I had spent the entire day unpacking my little apartment that three of them could fit in Kyoya's bedroom alone. And now, we were off.

Oh, the Majestic. It truly lived up to its name. The sparkling lights were absolutely intoxicating and I could stare at them all day. But I had a date with a musical I've been wanting to see since its announcement. Catchy tunes, incredible choreography, and one of the few things in this world that could keep my head level. What more could a girl want?

Halfway through, shortly after intermission, "Last Night on Earth" started to play. I always thought this was the song that suited Kyoya and me the best. It put me back in a weird place, though. When I was still living in London and he was still living in Tokyo. We were separated, but we made sure we were always together in one way or another. And that's what I thought of every time this song played. Toward the end of the song, I got Kyoya's elbow to my ribs.

"What?" I whispered over to him.

He gestured down to a little box in his hand. The contents caught enough of the lights to show me exactly what he had in that box. A little glimpse of sparkle. Just as the song was finishing, I could read the note inside it. And never have four little words hit me as hard as what those did.

Will you marry me?

I looked over to Kyoya for some sort of confirmation. Was this real? Did he really mean it? Before I started crying, he gave me one little nod. It made me wonder if I knocked something loose in him. I did accidentally hit him with a heavy box earlier today. Maybe that caused brain damage. Or maybe…And this is a big maybe! Maybe he really did love me enough to want to spend the rest of our lives together…I knew I didn't want to live without him. Did he really feel the same? Slowly, I slid the ring on my finger, admiring the shine of the sapphire, and buried my face in his shoulder.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kyoya wrapped his arms around me.

As hoarse as my voice was…As much as I could hardly talk…I managed to get my answer out, "Yes…"

"Good," he kissed the top of my head, "Are you alright?"

"More than alright…" Did I just get engaged? Because I think I just got engaged.

After the show, Kyoya figured getting some food in my system would make me feel better. Lucky for us, there was a diner just down the street from the theatre. It felt awfully cozy in here. Like a hug. But I couldn't keep my eyes off the beautiful blue stone on my left hand. Kyoya Ootori, you picked a hell of a way to propose. My favorite musical. My favorite person. Hell, even in my favorite dress. And now, I could stuff my face as much as I wanted just to keep the tears away. I didn't care if they were happy or sad. I didn't need people to see me crying.

"She said yes," Kyoya announced, bringing me to a big, round table while I was still thoroughly distracted.

"Congratulations, Lana!" my sister was the first to throw her arms around me, "My little sister getting married before I do. Who would've thought?"

"My little girl has grown up so fast!" another practically strangled me. One that I knew all too well, "I'm glad you talked to me first, Kyoya. That was a nice touch. Then again, you are supposed to talk to her daddy first before you propose."

"Wait," I came to, "Tamaki?"

"Who else would it be?" Tamaki's face lit up. I did a quick glance over his shoulder and saw…everyone. Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru…Honey, Mori…Rhiannon and Elliot…

"You know what this means," Hikaru asked.

"Don't you, Lana?" Kaoru finished.

"What?" I choked out.

"We're planning your wedding!" the twins chimed in unison.

"Like hell, you are!" Rhiannon stepped in.

"Rhiannon," Elliot stopped her, "No…Play nice."

"Is now really the time to be arguing over this?" Haruhi settled them all down, "I'm sure that's up to Lana and Kyoya-senpai about who's planning their wedding. Considering it is theirs to plan. And they just got engaged."

"As long as there's cake," Honey beamed, "I'm sure it'll be great!"

Everything hit me all at once. This diner…This city…And everyone I knew and loved right in front of me. And right then and there, something dawned on me. Two somethings, in fact. One: I knew my new fiancé had everything to do with this and I never ever, ever, ever wanted him out of my life. And two, possibly the most important thing I could ever know: No matter where I went. No matter the distance, the time zone, the cost, or the inconvenience…There was, nor will there ever be any possible way of escaping the Ouran Host Club…

A/N: I know. This was a long ass chapter. And I damn near didn't get it up on time, but I'm still bound and determined. But there we have it, kids. The last Ouran chapter. I'm not a hundred percent sure if there's going to be a sequel. I mean, if you want me to do one going into Lana's college years, there's definitely a million and one different places I could take that. For now, I'm going to take a little bit of a break from it. Now, the mushiness…

You guys are a remarkable group of individuals that I love very, very much. And if you picked up on the open love letter to you throughout this chapter, you get a high five and a hug, redeemable upon meeting me if our paths are ever to cross. You're also a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. And if you still need me for anything, you know where my inbox is. Consider this your open invitation to come say hi. Besides…I'll never be able to begin to repay you all for what you've done for me. This is a safe place for me to vent any of my woes. And for you all to do the same. Before I get emotional…I love you all…I'll see you later. xx