Here it is! Part 2, the big finale! I'm so glad that there were so many people interested in this and i hope it satisfies you all, and serves as a good ending to something i began ages ago on a whim. i never expected this to get as much attention as it did, but i loved writing it and i'm glad i wasn't the only one who liked it and Kohaku. :) i feel a bit bad that this is the end, but i've... started another ouran fanfic that i've yet to post, if you're interested, let me know. It'll be about a rich guy at ouran who's not too pleased about "commoners" being allowed in the school, but tamaki finds out and is determined to show him how amazing commoners are, and the hosts are quick to notice that he's hiding something himself and isn't your typical 'rich kid'.

don't know when i'll get around to posting that. i want to add more detail to it (i've been writing it based on memory instead of the mangas, so i'll have to go through and redo the first few chapters) and make the chapters a bit longer than they are now. i'll do what i can though! and sorry this is so late. school got a little rough this last week, otherwise i would have posted it earlier.

(Kohaku's POV)

It had been nearly six years since the hosts had followed Tamaki and Haruhi to Boston. And at least five since anyone had seen me face-to-face. The film for my novel had finished filming a few months ago and rumors had already started up about a possible new book series I may be writing, but the only word they'd gotten from me was the occasional letters Haruhi received; which were steadily getting shorter as time passed.

A majority of the hosts had moved on as well though. The twins were in university, with Kaoru heading into fashion and Hikaru perusing graphic design. They also had a younger sister now, who adored Tamaki a little too much. Honey had married Reiko a bit before Haruhi and Tamaki had finally wed. And Mori had found a quiet woman himself, who had been discovered upon Pome falling ill and needing a vet. Haruhi had even gotten word that Shindo had married his boyfriend of some time in America, working on his dream of becoming an elementary school teacher.

There were a few others they had kept in touch with. Mei and Kasanoda had started dating as did the class president and his long-time crush. And Nekozawa—though still single—had improved his relationship with his sister quite a bit. Tamaki and Haruhi's family getting along was a bit of a concern for a while, but they found their need to mess with their children common ground and started teaming up against the bumbling blonde who'd stolen Haruhi's heart. Everyone seemed to have a happy ending. That is, everyone except a certain host. Namely me.

I groaned, rubbing my face after yet another restless couple of hours of little sleep I a hotel instead of my flat that I'd bought in London that had become my home; despite the short amount of time I'd spent there between movie shoots. But now I finally had a break. Things had relaxed slightly. Filming was finished and I wasn't exactly needed for the editing, though I was sent videos of the completed footage for my opinion. Now, however, I mostly worked on my newest series that I had started up between breaks. The first book had caught on quickly even though I used a different pseudonym, and I was working on the second before I'd been asked to show up in Boston.

Seemed something was going on with Haruhi, and the—ever clueless—Tamaki had run out of ways to try and placate her; contacting me as a last resort. Or, that's how I saw it. Either that, or it's some crazy plot of his involving me somehow. I sighed heavily, shuffling to the mini fridge and scowling at the lack of my favorite soda. I drank my last one before getting on the plane over here and it's a pain to find. Begrudgingly, I settled for one of the other highly caffeinated drinks and went about making some coffee as well, to fight off the drowsiness; though it was nearing nine at night. Damn jet lag. Another thought came to mind then as I sat at the small table and used my coffee mug to warm my chilled hands. This will be my first time being with them without any foreknowledge as to what could happen. It's… odd. Like missing a piece of me but… also kind of freeing. I frowned. I've been writing too much. My thoughts have turned all… mushy.

I finished off my drink and got ready to join my old friends, showering and changing into a suit decent enough to be considered high-class, but comfortable enough to not be entirely formal. I mentally grumbled the whole way there, not pleased that my first evening back with everyone would be at some fancy party. I'm going to be late too. Just because I planned it this way, doesn't mean it won't be awkward, but it's better than having my arrival publicly announced. This way I can just slip in unnoticed and lounge with the more clueless guests at the open bar. I smiled slightly at the thought, having improved my poor drinking habits through numerous celebration and business outings, and coming to really enjoy a nice bottle of scotch from time to time.

Once I'd stepped out of the cab and was escorted into the building where the celebration was being held, I immediately regretted my previous thoughts of having a nice time. Ugh, I'll need to drink just to survive ten minutes in this mess. I groaned, eyes skimming the large crowd and feeling my scowl grow at the sight of numerous business partners of mine as well as a decent amount of friendly faces from our old days at Ouran. Half of which are also possible business relations. Great. How did that idiot Tamaki convince me to show up again? I asked myself, heading straight for the bar and ordering my drink.

I let out a soft sigh of relief upon my first sip of the high-class scotch and turned my attention to the floor of scattered people. The orchestra in the back played a steady stream of waltzes and sonatas, giving me something to focus on other than the overwhelming feeling of needing to run from the lying, conniving sharks swimming around me in their fancy suits and business smiles. Man, what I wouldn't give for some run-down pub in the middle of nowhere. It was then that my eyes caught a familiar gleam of light reflecting off a set of lenses, and I turned to see someone I'd hoped to avoid for as long as I possibly could this evening. A plan that failed the moment he caught sight of me as well and my mind slipped back to Ouran, before quickly snapping back to reality at the woman at his side. Kyoya had moved on.

To say that my feathers weren't ruffled by the dark haired, pure Japanese beauty would be a lie. However, I forced myself to shove the feeling of jealousy aside, absentmindedly greeting a half-drunk business associate as he brushed past me for another drink.

"Kohaku, what a pleasant surprise." Kyoya's smooth voice hummed once I had turned around. "I assume Tamaki invited you? Though you usually deny his requests. Change of heart?"

My eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but I returned his cocky smirk with a pleasant business smile of my own.

"More like he finally managed to catch me when I had a decent break from work."

Sparks flashed between us for a moment before there was a quiet clearing of a throat and Kyoya broke eye contact to introduce the woman at his side.

"This is Ayako Saito, my—"

"—fiancée." The woman cut him off, smiling down at me sickly sweet and with a look that was more than condescending.

The hand I was going tooffer her in a friendly handshake, now firmly remained at my side.

"Nice to meet you." I drawled, having no real reason to keep up appearances around this woman.

I might have, just as a courtesy to Kyoya—as much as it would have hurt to do so—but one look at her attitude towards me and the fact that her surname didn't ring any bells warning me of potential damage to my career, and all bets were off. The woman was obviously a rich pompous ass—more so than the usual crowd—so I would treat her as such. I was exerting my patience as it was, just being here. I had hoped any feelings towards Kyoya had disappeared while away working, but seeing him here made my heart ache, especially with his arm snaked around a woman and an engagement ring on his finger.

"This is Kohaku Nishimura." Kyoya introduced me in return, upon seeing that I wouldn't. "She is an old classmate. My sempai from Ouran."

I was slightly miffed he didn't mention I was his ex, but I bit my tongue, knowing that most people would be hesitant about that sort of thing. I was very tempted though, seeing Ayako raise a brow at Kyoya in question at his words. It was as if she was asking, 'This commoner tramp attended Ouran?'. Kyoya thankfully ignoring the look as he steered her towards some business partners of his, barely giving me a second look. I scowled, chugging down the rest of my drink and ordering another, turning just in time to see Ayako smirk at me in triumph over her shoulder; chin in the air and hanging off Kyoya's arm.

I drank half of my new drink right there and then, and I took a deep breath as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Just ignore it. Who cares? We broke up, so whatever rich idiot he ends up with isn't my problem. God, do I need to hit the gym soon. I have the serious urge to hit something and I doubt Tammi would appreciate me ruining his party by giving Ayako a nice—

"Ko-chan!"

I grunted, nearly falling over if a strong pair of arms hadn't caught me from behind; my eyes landing on a pair of dark brown ones that sent my cheeks aflame.

"A-Ah, thanks, Takashi." I stuttered out, looking down at Honey wrapped around my midriff with that childish grin of his. "Hey, Honey."

"Tama-chan said he invited you, but we weren't sure you'd make it."

"I, uh, have had a busy schedule lately, is all." I muttered, pulling a hand through my hair. "I have a break now while they're editing. Anything I can contribute to is mostly done over video chat or email."

Mori hummed, a small smile on his face. "It's nice to see you again."

I returned the smile a little more hesitantly. "Me too. Your wife doing alright?"

I'd heard before booking my flight that Mori was expecting a kid now too, and was a little worried about his frail looking wife across the room. He turned towards her briefly, a longing look in his eyes.

"Ah."

I smiled led at the single syllable answer. "Do you know what it is yet?"

He shook his head and I nodded, glancing at Honey.

"And how are things on Planet Honey?"

He chuckled. "Reiko and I are great! She's still a bit shy, but she'll come around."

So, he said, but the look and in his eyes, had me hoping Reiko knew what she was doing by marrying this mischievously demon known as Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

"What about you, Ko-chan?" Honey asked curiously.

"Ah, no, Honey. Sorry." I replied with an awkward smile as I rubbed the back of my neck tensely. "It's just me now. I've had a few guys ask, but… never felt right, I suppose. Dating's just not really my thing apparently, especially with how busy I've been lately."

Him and Mori exchanged looks, but a pair of arms snuck under my armpits and picked me up off the ground.

"Target captured!"

"W-What?! Hey! H-Hold on a minute!"

My cries of protests were ignored as the twins dragged me off and deposited me in a room. Irritated at the fact that I'd just been publicly kidnapped by my own friends, I brushed off the non-existent dirt from my suit and scowled at the two grinning morons.

"Was that really necessary? I did not come here to make a spectacle of myself and kidnapping me undoubtedly did just that."

"Oh, come on, Ko-chan!" Hikaru hummed, draping an arm over my shoulders as his brother grinned across from us. "Have you really grown too mature for a bit of Ouran fun?"

I tugged his arm off me. "High school fun, I can deal with. It's the Hitachiin pranks I'm worried about. Why'd you drag me here anyway?"

"Your presence was requested by the king." They said in unison before Kaoru split off.

"And Haruhi."

"Mostly Haruhi." Hikaru nodded and I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair.

"Would it be rude to say that I'm not exactly thrilled to be summoned to her majesty's chambers?"

"Yes." A familiar blunt voice replied, making me cringe as Haruhi strolled across the room. "And why are you talking like an idiot?"

I poured, pointing at the twins. "They started it."

Haruhi struggled to hold back a smile, but failed, tugging me into a hug with a laugh.

"I've missed you, Kohaku." She then smacked me harshly on the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"That's for not coming to the first party. You know how I get with these things."

"You? What about me?" I argued. "I hate these things! We're the sheep in a flock of starved wolves!"

"You're at least used to it."

I scoffed. "Please. I'm usually half-drunk within the first ten minutes just to survive the following five seconds."

She raised a brow at that and I groaned, knowing what she was thinking.

"The only good thing to come out of business parties is my increased alcohol tolerance. And I make a habit of avoiding parties in general."

"Including mine."

"I was busy!" I protested with a whine. "You kept asking me to come by and I'll have you know, the first invite came while I was in the middle of an argument with the lead actor." I sighed tiredly in remembrance. "I swear, for a professional, he sure did complain and argue a lot."

We hardly noticed the twins heading over until Kaoru was leaning on my shoulder and Hikaru on hers.

"So…"

"...what do you think…"

"... of Kyoya's fiancée?"

I felt the beginnings of a frown forming on my face, but quickly schooled my expression to hide the bit if emotion the twins were waiting for.

"What about her?" I asked, raising a brow. "We're not together anymore, guys. So, what do I care about who he's engaged to?"

They exchanged subtle glances before turning back to me.

"That's it?"

"No insane jealousy?"

"Nothing?"

I frowned. "What do you two take me for?"

They both shrugged and released us, though I didn't like the looks they were exchanging. I attempted to move back to a discussion with Haruhi, but the door burst open and a familiar wailing blonde entered the room; a little blonde girl clinging to his hair with an excited grin atop his shoulders.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki wailed childishly, keeping a good hold on the girl's legs to prevent her from tumbling off his shoulders. "Why are you hiding in here?! I even made sure there was fancy tuna at the buffet table!"

Haruhi frowned at him, removing the child from his shoulders and passing her to the twins; who stuck out their tongues as they held their little sister tightly.

"Tamaki, bribing me with fancy tuna isn't going to work. We're not in high school anymore."

"So it would be alright if I told the chef to take it back?" Kyoya questioned in amusement as he walked in with his fiancée still hanging off his arm.

Haruhi stormed back towards the door, pouting. "Fine. I'll go back out."

Tamaki grinned and bounced after her and I rolled my eyes, trailing along after them with the twins ahead of me; Kyoya and Ayako soon coming alongside. An elbow harshly jabbed into my ribs and I glared at the smiling Ayako, but brushed off the childish move and chose to be the better person. Although, mentally I was strangling her pretty little neck. Thankfully, I was able to avoid her presence during a majority of Tamaki's party. There were enough people I knew and could mingle with, who were outside of Kyoya's circle. And there was enough to drink to enable me to ignore the heated glares aimed my way from across the room. With the others slowly spiraling into loose-lipped drunkenness, I was able to learn a bit more about Ayako too.

She was a typical rich-princess type. Good education, a ballet dancer, violin player, a noticeable family of CEOs managing business in accounting. She wasn't too big in the business world and certainly no threat to me unless I was committing fraud, but she miffed me. With her pure-blooded, rich-snob attitude. Sure, I knew some people were just like that. Some of the rich people here already turned their noses up at the thought of speaking with a commoner like myself, but Tamaki and his entourage of business partners were on the kinder side of the rich world. With his wife being a commoner herself, it was to be expected. What I couldn't figure out was what Ayako had that caught Kyoya's attention.

And I can't just chalk it up to her being rich and pure blooded Japanese with a good background. That might have pleased his father, but I know Kyoya. He'd look for more than that… wouldn't he? This thought rang through my head like a blaring alarm going off, making me frown to myself sadly before replacing my third empty glass for a full one. No. I knew him. Do I really still know him? He's changed. Everyone has, in some way or another and I… I honestly can't say for certain that I know anyone now, much less Kyoya. For all I know, he could really love Ayako and I'm looking at this all wrong. I should be nice towards her. For him. I shouldn't just be antagonistic right off the bat. She deserves a chance, doesn't she? She caught Kyoya's attention, after all. She's worth that much effort.

I sighed softly, leaning back against a pillar by the orchestra and attempting to throw away any prejudice opinions I had against Ayako in preparation for the next time we 'bumped' into one another. The party was ending though and I scowled at the thought of returning to my hotel for another restless night of little to no sleep. And just as I resigned myself to my fate and dropped off my empty glass with a waiter, low and behold, Kyoya made his way over; no Ayako in sight.

"Finally gave up your glass?" He commented with a cocky grin. "And here I thought we'd have to pry it from your hands."

I pushed aside the quip, pulling a hand through my hair. "Yeah, well… I need to head back to my hotel and make sure I didn't get sent any work to do." I couldn't help but glance at his empty elbow, nor the words that escaped my lips. "Did you lose your little attachment?"

He raised a brow, but when I gestured down at my own arm, he caught the hint.

"Ah, no. She needed to use the lady's room."

I hummed and we went quiet as he walked with me towards the front door, before finally speaking.

"Why don't you stay?"

I nearly tripped when my foot came down a second too late, but quickly recovered and stared at him in surprise.

"W-What?"

He pushed up his glasses and I mentally frowned as his expression was hidden from view. "I simply don't see the point in wasting money on a hotel room, when I'm sure Tamaki and Haruhi would be more than capable of lending you a room for the duration of your stay."

I was suspicious now, eyes narrowed and silently questioning the motive behind his so-called 'logical suggestion'.

"And how do you know I'm not returning to London tomorrow? I wouldn't want to trouble them for only an evening." I replied, attempting to see what he'd do and how hard-pressed he was to get me to stay.

"I was only suggesting an alternative." He answered easily. "And I very highly doubt that either Haruhi or Tamaki would allow you to get away so easily after all this."

"Oh, yeah?" I turned, stopping in front of him and snatching his glasses off his stunned face. "Then who don't youask me to stay without hiding behind your glasses? Especially since it's obvious that you're the one asking me to stay, not Tamaki and Haruhi."

His dark eyes narrowed and his jaw set; him looking down at me in a way that went a slight chill down my spine. He wasn't angry or acting in a condescending manner. He was just slightly intimidating and… amused?

"You've changed." He finally said, the corner of his lips twitching into an ear smile and causing me to crack a little grin myself.

"I'm not the one with a pure-blooded Japanese beauty for a fiancée." I countered and he raised a brow.

"No, you simply have a best-selling novel and a movie in the making."

I snorted, handing him back his glasses and moving to walk past him to reenter the building we'd just left. "Good to know my minor business accomplishments are on equal footing with your engagement, in your eyes. And if you are really that desperate to catch up, I'll go ask Haruhi if I can stay with them. I'll be here for at least a week or two, so—"

"Wait." Kyoya said abruptly, grabbing my upper arm.

I was pulled backwards, vision spinning for a moment as the numerous drinks caught up with me, causing me to stumble into Kyoya. Thankfully, he caught me before I could potentially tumble to the ground. I went to pull away from him with a small sigh of apology, until I glanced up and realized how close we were. I shouldn't have looked up, I noticed in that moment. We were close enough to feel the heat coming off each other's bodies. His breath brushing lightly over my face and causing those emotions I'd been trying to shove back and ignore, to flood my mind; sending my heart pounding in my ears.

Swallowing suddenly became a chore and I had a hard time getting my body to cooperate with my mind, which was screaming for me to step away and leave while I still had a chance. When I finally managed to get my foot to take a half-step back, I was surprised to end up even closer to Kyoya. He had pulled me forward. The moment to make our situation a little less compromising was ruined, because he wanted me closer.

The simple action sent my mind into a panic. What is he doing?! Why did he pull me closer?! He has a fiancée! And yet my eyes traveled to his lips and I unconsciously began to lean in, just as he did, only for us to jump apart as someone called out to him.

"Kyoya, I'm ready."

Ayako had returned and despite our jumping apart, my face was a vibrant cherry red; undoubtedly giving away our moment… If one could call it that. Her eyes narrowed into a glare at me as she latched onto Kyoya's arm once more, smiling up innocently at him.

"Is the limo here?"

"Yes. It's by the front gate." Kyoya responded and I felt rather angry at how easily he could act like nothing had happened.

He was so convincing that I nearly began to believe nothing had happened. And yet, when they said goodbye and made for their limo, I knew I didn't imagine the red tips of Kyoya's ears.

(No One's POV)

Haruhi sighed softly, having changed out of the gaudy dress she'd been wearing for the party Tamaki insisted on having. As glad as she was that she'd been able to finally get Kohaku to join them, she was far happier for the whole thing to be over. Now she could sit back, relax, eat something decidedly not rich and maybe even—

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi jumped, startled by Kohaku's sudden entrance.

"Haruhi, you have to help me." The distraught woman said, shaking Haruhi's shoulders. "I-I was planning on heading home, but then Kyoya stopped me and we talked and then—"

"Kohaku!" Haruhi shouted, cutting her off. "I have no idea what's going on, but if you talk any faster, you might pass out from lack of air. So please, just calm down."

"R-Right… Right. No, you're right. I-I'm overreacting." Kohaku muttered, pulling a hand brought her hair and sitting on the edge of Haruhi's bed. "Do you have anything to drink?"

Haruhi raised a brow. "You just came from a party that you were undoubtedly drinking at, and you want more?"

Kohaku just shakily smiled. "Something a bit stronger perhaps?"

Haruhi sighed, rolling her eyes, but begrudgingly called a servant for some scotch; waiting until Kohaku had calmed down again before asking what was going on.

"Right. So, I was leaving, going to head back to my hotel room. Which reminds me, you don't mind if I stay here for a bit, do you?"

Haruhi shook her head. "I've already told the staff. They're setting up the room next door and getting your things brought over."

"Thanks. But, um, Kyoya came by and we joked a bit. His fiancée was off in the restroom, so I didn't have to act all polite… or snotty, depending on the situation." Kohaku quipped lightly, though her brows were furrowed. "But Kyoya asked me to stay."

"Kyoya asked you to stay?" Haruhi questioned in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's what I was saying. I mean, he was trying to cover it up, saying you and Tamaki would be happy if I stayed, but I… sort of, um… flirted with him?" Kohaku said, though it sounded more like a question.

"You did what?!" Haruhi exclaimed, completely stunned.

The Kohaku she knew, didn't know the first thing about hitting on people.

"H-Hey, I'm not the same chicken you knew in high school, you know." Kohaku muttered, slightly offended.

"What exactly did you do?" Haruhi asked her; curious, but also wanting to know to what extent Kohaku still cared for Kyoya.

"W-Well, he was doing that whole 'hide my emotions behind the glare of my glasses' thing, which ticked me off. So, I took them from him and told him to tell me himself that he wanted me to stay."

"So, you challenged him."

Kohaku nodded, looking at her drink. "B-But he sort of chuckled, said I'd changed and so did he. So, I said I'd stay and went to let you know, but he pulled me back and… I am more than a bit tipsy, so I stumbled back into him and we sort of…"

"No... Did you two kiss?!" Haruhi shouted and Kohaku turned a beet red, waving her free hand around in a panic.

"N-No! B-B-But we were really close and my head was spinning. I-I took a step back, but he pulled me closer a-and I think we were going to… if his fiancée hadn't come back…"

"Please tell me she didn't see anything." Haruhi begged worriedly.

"I-I don't know. I mean, maybe? She's already possessive over Kyoya around me, so I'd hate to find out what she would do if she saw." Kohaku cringed at the thought and downed the rest of her drink before Haruhi took it away.

She could already see Kohaku swaying slightly and with the shocking information she was dropping on her, more alcohol would only turn her into a blubbering mess.

"Kohaku, so you still love Kyoya?" Haruhi asked, a bit unsure herself as to what they were going to do about this sudden development.

Kohaku hesitated, looking down at her hands wringing themselves together in her lap. "I-I honestly don't know. Everything's different now. I've changed, he's changed. Hell, he has a fiancée! And you've seen her! How can I compete with that?"

"Well, her personality leaves a bit to be desired." Haruhi muttered, having never liked the woman.

"Oh, definitely." Kohaku agreed, but then sighed and dragged a hand through her hair. "It's just that... We're not the same people and… Dammit, Haruhi. I've been lonely, okay? The past few years all I've been doing is working, eating, sleeping, writing and exercising. I haven't had time to hang out, make friends, let alone date."

"You're telling me there's been no one you've taken an interest in—or has taken an interest in you—since high school?"

Kohaku nodded solemnly. "Other than… you know…Oh, there was a cameraman who took an interest in me once, b-but he was gay. Thought I was a guy."

"You're kidding…" Haruhi breathed out, heart breaking for her friend who just wanted to have a companion and only seems to get the short end of the stick.

"He was a dunce anyway." Kohaku shrugged, flopping back onto the bed. "Cute, bit of a goofball, but boring and couldn't solve a puzzle for the life of him. Even if we had gotten together, it wouldn't have lasted."

"And Kyoya?"

Kohaku frowned up at the ceiling. "I… I like him, yes, but… I feel like it's left over from high school and—like Kyoya said—we've changed. I loved the Kyoya then, but I don't know about now."

"You two nearly kissed. I'd say that counts." Haruhi replied bluntly, making Kohaku turn bright red.

"B-But I don't know how he feels! And let's not forget Miss Fiancée."

"Well, there's an easy way to figure that out." Haruhi said; Kohaku sitting up.

"There is?"

"Yup. Ask him."

Kohaku face-palmed, getting more embarrassed by the second. "Dear God, Haruhi. Do you hear yourself? I can't just go up and ask him if he still likes me!"

"Why not?" Haruhi shrugged. "The worst that could happen would be him saying, 'no'."

"I'm starting to think I should have called up Shindo for this one. Your advice is terrible."

"Hey! You could have gone to the twins."

"Pft." Kohaku chuckled. "They would totally stalk him and find out. If not, then they'd pester him to death."

"Don't even get me started. Imagine Tamaki finding out."

Kohaku slicked her hair back and thrust a finger in the air. "Operation: 'Get Kohaku and Kyoya Back Together' is a go!"

Haruhi laughed together with Kohaku and the two joked some more before going their separate ways. Problem was, that worry about Kyoya and her feelings towards him, kept Kohaku up all night; fearing what would happen if they did both still loved each other. And what a mess it would be.

Kyoya sat in the limo with a frown on his face. He wasn't angry. Actually, he was having a hard time pinning down the emotion he was feeling. Frustration, perhaps? But at who? Himself? His scowl deepened as he drummed his fingers on his cheek, staring absentmindedly out the window and ignoring the Japanese beauty latched onto his arm beside him.

He couldn't stop thinking about what happened—or almost happened—the evening before. He had honestly not expected Kohaku to show up. She'd always missed the other get-togethers with them ever since she left to film that movie of hers. That, in and of itself, had frustrated him for some time. Yes, they'd broken up, but running away the way she did and not even stopping by to visit until now? Even he had managed to arrange time for the spontaneous blonde known as Tamaki. But he'd gotten over it with time and found Ayako.

Not his ideal wife—though he still wasn't sure what his 'ideal' was—but she was easy on the eyes, educated, and of decent family background. Did he love her? Yes. He cared for the woman sitting beside him. Did he love Kohaku? Also, yes. He had quite fallen for her during their high school days, but he was also suspicious.

It was that foreknowledge of hers that upset him, and ultimately became the main reason behind why they'd split up. After all, not only was she allowing her friends to be put in harm's way, but how was he supposed to know if she truly cared for him? For all he knew, Kohaku used her knowledge to get close to him. Picking him over the others because she knew what made him tick and became her own matchmaker; picking and choosing her every move based on what she already knew to get the result she wanted.

It hurt. Though he hated to admit it; but not knowing whether Kohaku was with him for actual love or love towards a… character, of sorts, hurt him to the point that he couldn't trust her. Her distancing herself from him and the others after high school had actually helped him come to the conclusion that, yes. He loved her, but no. He wouldn't risk being hurt should he have been right. So, he shoved those feeling towards her to the back of his mind and moved on.

And yet, when he'd seen her from across the room, it was as though someone had dived into his head and pulled forth all of those emotions he'd tried so hard to forget. She hadn't changed much physically. She still sported a ridiculously short, boyish haircut and had her tattoos; though quite a few more, making them visible all down her right arm. And Kyoya was more than grateful for her increased alcohol tolerance, with how many glasses of champagne she'd drank throughout the evening; letting him know she was still rather shy and uncomfortable despite her appearance.

He told himself that he would talk to her once. Just to catch up and see how she was doing. She seemed alright, though the dark bags under her eyes revealed the stress of several sleepless nights, but it wasn't his business. That's what he told himself, anyway, and yet his eyes kept searching her out isn't the crowd throughout the evening; counting how many times he caught her once empty champagne glass full again. Even now, he hoped her previous soda addiction hadn't switched over to alcohol, or he might have to intervene. As a concerned friend, mind you. She'd avoided him though, not entirely on purpose, but avoiding most of the business partners they would have in common. He knew she didn't care much for Ayako, however, he also knew Ayako had a more difficult attitude when it came to commoners; let alone a more eccentric one like Kohaku. So, he didn't take her avoidance personally, but when Ayako went to the washroom, he saw his chance to speak with a more relaxed Kohaku, and not the Kohaku who was putting up pretenses in order to appease Ayako.

It was then he realized how wrong he was. She had changed. She was confident, challenging, the mischievous, cunning tease he only caught glimpses of while they were together in high school. It was as though she'd finally settled into herself, and suddenly, pushing away those old emotions became much harder.

He couldn't simply let her leave. Not now that she'd revealed her true self after all these years. He wanted to get to know her—this new her—again. And to do that, he needed to convince her to stay. She saw right through his ploy though, stealing his glasses and metaphorically twisting his arm to make him admit he wanted her to stay; a move the old Kohaku would have never attempted. And when she gave in and turned her back to him, it was as though she was leaving all over again. Getting on that plane to who-knows-where to not return until he or one of the hosts dragged her back.

He reacted before his mind caught up, grabbing her arm and tugging her back; momentarily forgetting about how much champagne she'd drank and about Ayako, who could return any second. Then, she looked up at him; their bodies close enough for their noses to nearly touch. The only thought running through his head being: how much he missed seeing her blue eyes looking right into his.

And there came that feeling again. That frustration. He couldn't believe that he'd lost control of himself to the extent of nearly kissing Kohaku when his fiancée was in the restroom. Yes. He was frustrated with himself. He shouldn't still have these feelings for Kohaku. Not after he'd gone over time and time again why it was a bad idea. Though there was a bit of doubt still nagging at him.

Ayako was what kept him from thinking about it further. He and Kohaku were friends. That's it. It would never work out. Not with that foreknowledge of hers coming between them. Yes. He'd made his decision. He had Ayako and certainly Kohaku had someone or was in search of someone. He would just treat her like before, without the complication of a relationship; much less ruining his engagement in the process.

The limo pulled up to Tamaki's place and the two headed up the drive to join the Suoh's and the other hosts for breakfast. Kyoya wasn't too shocked at this development, knowing how Tamaki was and how he wouldn't allow them all to go their separate ways so easily now that everyone was together. He was, however, slightly surprised at the grumpy, half-conscious Kohaku sitting and awaiting food with her chin on the table, sunglasses, and a half-downed alka seltzer in front of her. Had she really had so much to drink the evening before?

"Good morning." He greeted everyone, who either chirped happily back—Tamaki and Honey—or grunted out their replies.

With Tamaki at the head of the table and Haruhi, Kohaku, Mori and the tall senior's very pregnant wife to his right; Kyoya took his place to Tamaki's left with Ayako, Honey and his wife, and the twins down at the end.

"We were waiting for you, Kyoya!" Tamaki chirped, immediately wilting when Kohaku's sunglasses slipped down enough to reveal red, tired eyes set into a deeply glare that promised bodily harm if he didn't keep his voice down.

"Yes, well you know I'm hardly a morning person. However, it seems Kohaku is even less of one this morning." He smirked, unable to help teasing her a bit, especially with her in this mood.

"Lean across the table so I can strangle you with that tie, smart ass." Kohaku bit out sharply.

An empty threat, but one with foul enough language to make Ayako bristle; something Kyoya found himself quickly smoothing over.

"Ignore her, Ayako. She's normally in a foul mood this early and I doubt the amount of drinking she did last night helped." He turned to Kohaku, struggling not to laugh as he riled her up further. "How many glasses did you have? Twenty?"

Kohaku stood abruptly, hands reaching over the table in a vain attempt to strangle him as Haruhi and Mori both held her back.

"Bite me, Ootori!" She snarled, making Kyoya smile as servants entered with food and Kohaku allowed herself to be sat back down.

Haruhi, though, was slightly less amused. "Is it really necessary to rile her up, Kyoya? You're acting like the twins."

"Oi!"

Kyoya smiled pleasantly, feeling Kohaku's glare still on him as she stabbed at her food. "Perhaps she'll think twice before drinking as much next time."

Kohaku made a face, mocking him silently before huffing and returning her gaze to her meal.

The twins snickered at their antics, but Tamaki sent subtle glances between the two of them. Haruhi noticed his attention, but remained quiet. Honey and Mori weren't exactly clueless either, though they also kept to themselves for now. Ayako, however, could tell something was going on between her fiancé and this ridiculous commoner (I mean, who dyes their hair white?!) and she was less than pleased. She was also more open about her dislike towards this Kohaku and glared heatedly at the woman across from her throughout their meal.

The overall mood of the meal was hardly changed though, what with her glaring at Kohaku and the obvious tension between Kyoya and said host. Business topics were brought up and Tamaki—as excited as ever—was more than curious about Kohaku's movie and her more recent novels.

"You'll see when the movie comes out, Tamaki." Kohaku repeated for the fourth time since the topic was brought up. "You need to be patient, as hard as that is for you, because not only did I sign a nondisclosure, but I'm a firm believer in not giving away spoilers. So, stop asking."

"B-But I just want to know if they plan on taking out the main character! Will it be a one hit wonder combining both novels? Or will there be an epic samurai sequel?!"

"I'm not telling." Kohaku said calmly, finishing off her tea and in a much better mood after some food and an aspirin for her headache.

"But Kohaku!" Tamaki whined and even the twins joined in.

"Wouldn't it be better just to tell him?"

"Yeah. That way at least he'd shut up about it."

Kohaku scoffed. "Like I can trust him to keep a secret."

The twins shrugged in agreement as Tamaki wailed and Haruhi sighed.

"Will you just tell him something? I really don't want to hear him whine all day."

"Alright." Kohaku gave in, a bit too easily. "But you asked for it."

Haruhi groaned, suddenly regretting her words as Tamaki leaned forward eagerly.

"A very important character is near fatally injured and confesses something to someone who then believes they died; but I won't tell you who."

The group let out collective groans, wishing they hadn't asked as Kohaku sipped her tea with a smug grin. Haruhi face-palmed, knowing she should have kept her mouth shut when Kohaku was in this mischievous mood of hers, and Tamaki immediately began guessing who Kohaku had been talking about; the authoress simply shaking her head.

"I'm not telling, Tamaki. Figure it out yourself."

A phone went off then and Kohaku's smile finally slipped from her face and turned into a deeply annoyed scowl as she fished out her cell and gave it a look. The hosts exchanged looks as her expression grew foul and she stood.

"Sorry. I need to take this." She said, excusing herself and revealing the fuzzy men's pajama bottoms nobody realized she was wearing until now.

Needless to say, the ridiculousness of her morning attire did nothing to alleviate the tension her expression had brought over the table.

"Geeze." Hikaru spoke up after a moment. "Who died?"

(Kohaku's POV)

"What, Kintaro?" I snapped angrily. "I thought I told you not to call me unless it was an emergency. Emails only."

"I-I know, Nishimura-sensei! H-However…"

His pause took marginally too long and my eyes narrowed as I crossed my free arm over my chest and stared heatedly at the expensive painting across the way from me.

"Spit it out, Kintaro."

"D-D-Danshi-san was in an a-accident this morning while transporting t-the edited film!"

I could feel my heart stop and stumbled back half a step before quickly speaking. "Is he alright?"

"Y-Yes. He's in the hospital with a concussion, broken ribs, a-and a fractured collarbone." Kintaro informed me, which was one thing off my back, but I winced.

"...A-And the film?"

"...U-U-Um, the film… the film was—is—sort of… in a pile of ash?"

I immediately felt my aggressive migraine returning as I leaned up against the wall and pinched the bridge of my nose to keep back the raging fire that was my temper. It's not Kintaro's fault. I repeated in my head as I asked my only other question.

"How much film was destroyed?"

"A-A-All of it?"

"Who the fuck carries all of the film in their damn car?!" I snapped loudly, not caring who heard as I began pacing anxiously; a hand tangling my hair.

"H-He wanted to turn it all in at once!" Kintaro attempted to defend said injured editor and I growled.

"I want a copy of the police report emailed to me in the next ten minutes, and if I find out it was his fault; you let him know that I will personally add to his injury list."

"A-And the film?"

I sighed, lifting my eyes to the ceiling of the hall I was standing in. "Send the unedited film to me. I'll see what I can do with it."

"Alone?"

"Well, if Danshi isn't the one behind the accident, I'll make sure I pass it by him first. Otherwise, you better start helping me look for his replacement. My two years learning and practicing editing isn't top notch, after all."

"I'll send it and a list of recommended replacements right away. A-Anything else I-I can do?"

"Yeah. Call up the director and apologize to him for me. It's technically my fault for hiring the pot-head in the first place; amazing skills in editing or no." I sighed again. "Thanks for everything, though I'll probably be staying over here for a while longer. You know how my friends are. Won't let go once they've latched on."

"Yes, o-of course. I'll email you."

I grunted in reply and hung up, suddenly feeling like a boulder was strapped to my shoulders with the news I'd just received. Just what I needed. I tugged angrily at the hair at the base of my neck before letting out a long breath and lifting my chin in determination. I don't need the hosts worrying about me. It's my business, and though it's a lot of work, with a couple of sleepless nights and a lot of hard work, I should have it all ready in time for a professional to do that last bit of editing. Better check that police report first though. I told Danshi no smoking while on the job, but maybe he considered transport not a part of that contract. He's not the brightest crayon in the box, but I shouldn't place the blame on him until I'm positive he did something wrong. For right now though, I need to go back in the dining room and act like that call was nothing important.

I shook my head with a soft sigh, but stood before the door and straightened my shoulders. Alright. Let's go for slightly annoyed at a work call, but it was something that hardly needed my attention. Nothing important enough to pull me away from this and upset Tamaki and Haruhi… I can do this. I opened the door, dragging a hand through my hair in accordance to my act, giving the group a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I told them not to call, but they figured it was important that I know editing would be set back a day or two due to a small incident. Nothing big. Like I said, don't know why they had to call instead of email."

Ayako—pompous as always—huffed, and the others turned back to Tamaki as I returned to my seat and pushed the rest of my food away. My appetite was gone after finding out I'd be spending all of my free time here re-editing the entire movie.

"Right, so I was thinking a picnic! Or a trip to the commoner's zoo!" Tamaki grinned, picking up on whatever conversation they'd started in my absence.

Haruhi, thank goodness, saw my lost expression and quickly explained.

"Tamaki's got a few days off work and wants us all to do something."

"Neh, Ko-chan!" Honey chirped, tilting his head curiously. "What did you do when you weren't working?"

"Me?" I questioned as Honey nodded and I fidgeted.

I was having a hard time remembering the last time I hadn't been working or writing. I spent long enough thinking about it that Ayako had to pop in with an annoying comment.

"Probably something boring like watching daytime television or gorging on salty fast-food."

"Actually—" I interrupted. "—I went on a day-long hike with nothing but a sack lunch and some water bottles. It was very nice. Probably the most relaxing day I've had in years."

I drifted into a reminiscing state, remembering the one day nearly half a year ago that I'd left the movie crew on my own in the hills we were filming at in England. It was the day I fell in love with the country and found a flat to live in the next morning. However, I failed to notice how my comment effected the other hosts; namely Tamaki and Haruhi.

"Alright then, it's decided!" Tamaki smiled, clapping his hands. "We shall take a hike and have a picnic tomorrow afternoon!"

I was a little surprised he'd just accepted that idea out of the blue, but no one else seemed to mind; sans Ayako, who scowled at the thought.

"And for today?" Kyoya asked, rubbing Ayako's back to soothe her, though she ignored the action as she glared at me.

"Hm." Tamaki tapped his chin in thought. "Something a little less invigorating…"

"How about some tea in the garden?" Ayako offered. "Far less barbaric than hiking."

"Yeah, but all day?" I countered.

Kaoru spoke up then, preventing Ayako from arguing. "We could do a mix of things."

Hikaru nodded in agreement. "Yeah, there's games we can play in the salon."

"Movies." Mori grunted out as Honey bounced up and down excitedly.

"And we could go ride the horses too! Or go swimming!"

I perked up at the sound of horses, immediately thinking of the mustang I'd bought off a farmhand in England. The same horse who would have been waiting for a ride since earlier in the month. Poor Loki. He'll hate me for leaving him unridden for so long. I'll have to remember to bring him some sugar cubes or he'll make me chase him around the coral again.

"Can we?" I asked, excited and pushing away the thought of the amount of work that also awaited me the moment I had some free time. "Ride horses, I mean."

The group exchanged smiles and I flushed as I realized that my eagerness was near palpable, and Kyoya sighed softly.

"I suppose we could."

"Whoo!" I cheered, dashing towards the door. "I'll go put on some trousers!"

(No One's POV)

Kyoya couldn't help the small smile that came over his features as Kohaku didn't even bother to tack up her horse before hopping on its back and galloping out of the stables. She appeared much happier and far more relaxed than she had been when her work called. He was concerned though. Something was still going on and—though her poker face had definitely improved and fooled the others—he knew that there was still something bothering her. Something big. Seeing her so excited now though, was a relief. He almost convinced himself to ask her what happened, but he quickly remembered that he was supposed to be staying on mere friendly terms now. And asking what she was hiding was hardly doing that, right?

For now, however, he planned on focusing on enjoying himself. It had been a while since he was able to do so, and with Ayako still debating on whether she was going to join the riding group or have tea with Mori's wife, he might get lucky and will have the opportunity to mess with Kohaku some more. He had to admit, her teasing him in return was fun. Now, if only he could get her and Ayako to get along. His horse jolted suddenly and he tugged on the reins to get it under control before frowning at the laughing Kohaku, who'd caused the disturbance by having her horse bump his lightly.

"Get your head out of the clouds, Kyoya! Your horse is falling asleep!"

"Hardly." He scoffed, kicking his horse into gear and rushing after her as she chuckled and raced ahead.

Unfortunately, Kohaku had ended up on a fairly young horse, who appeared to be feeding off her energy as they raced around the clearing. Kyoya had chosen a more mellow creature, but he'd gotten lucky. It didn't seem like o appreciate the younger horse showing off and was eager to put it in its place. That being said, the race soon turned into an obstacle course with jumps and hurdles, and sharp turns. The others watched them battle it out in amusement; though the twins had their heads together and were muttering things as Tamaki gazed at them fondly.

"What are you thinking?" Haruhi asked him, leading up her own horse; having learned how to ride with Tamaki's help in preparation for one of Kohaku's visits.

"Just curious as to how long those two can keep lying to themselves." He replied.

Haruhi smiled, looking at the two as they finally slowed to a stop and argued playfully.

"No kidding. Kohaku's already told me she's confused by the whole thing. Has Kyoya spoken to you at all?"

Tamaki shook his head, leading both their horses in a walk around the perimeter. "No, though it won't be long before I speak with him. While not entirely clueless about his actions, he's being sure to hold back. Why? I've no idea."

"Because of Ayako-san?" Haruhi offered and he hummed, glancing towards where the woman was exiting the nearby stables on her own horse. "That's a part of it, however, it might have to do more with why they broke up in the first place."

"I still don't know why they did that. I mean, the arguments were one thing, but they straightened those out for the most part."

"I'm not entirely sure either." Tamaki mused with a small frown. "I believe her psychic abilities were mentioned when I spoke with him back then, though I can't be sure."

"Yeah, well they better look out." Haruhi replied, gesturing towards the twins. "Those two look like they're up to something."

"I'm sure they've noticed. With them all distracted though, I can do this."

Tamaki reached over and kissed Haruhi, who turned pink in embarrassment and promptly smacked him on the arm.

"I told you not to do that in public!"

"But Haruhi!" Tamaki whined. "When else can I see your cute embarrassed face?"

She hit him again, turning even redder as he laughed and dodged her hits; enticing a little game of tag between them. Though neither of them saw the storm heading towards Kohaku and Kyoya. Ayako had trotted over to them and swiftly placed herself between the two as she smiled at Kyoya.

"I've decided to join you after all, Kyoya dear. You don't mind?"

Kohaku adjusted her horse a bit—even it not being thrilled about the newcomer—but caught the slight stiffening of Kyoya's shoulders. Whether it was due to Ayako's interruption or the fact that she called him 'dear', she wasn't certain. Kyoya never really cared for pet names.

"Of course not." Kyoya responded to his fiancée's question. "We were just about to head off on a path nearby. You're welcome to join us."

She turned to Kohaku, who immediately straightened her back.

"Surely you don't mind, do you Kohaku-san?"

Kohaku shrugged, turning her horse away. "Fine by me. I'll see if anyone else wants to go."

She trotted off but Kyoya looked after her with a slight frown. From happy to stiff in an instant. Getting these two to tolerate each other will be harder than I thought.

(Kohaku's POV)

Okay. I can do this. I silently told myself, trotting beside Kyoya and Ayako; the only two willing to go on the trek. Just play nice. Don't be a prick. And for God's sake, say something! You can cut the tension with a knife!

"So, Ayako-san, how long have you been riding?"

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled haughtily. "Since I was four. I don't make a habit of it though. A nice walk every now and then is fine, but the rest of the sports on horseback are rather barbaric, don't you think Kyoya?"

My eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. You can do this. Tolerate.

"Do you own a horse then?" I asked, mentally patting myself on the back for keeping any bite out of my tone.

"Oh, dozens."

"I-I mean, like your own personal horse." I clarified and she gave me an annoyed look.

"I know. I own dozens."

Damn rich people. "I got one about a year ago. He's probably giving the stable a fun time since I haven't been back to ride him in about a month. He can be a real handful sometimes, but he's an amazing animal." I smiled at the thought, but Ayako must have been bored with the conversation and changed the subject.

"Kyoya, dear, did you hear about my father's merging deal with Marques?"

And now we're discussing business. I frowned slightly with a soft sigh. Not the best thing to think about while trying to enjoy a nice ride. Especially not with how my business is going at the moment. I heard a noise then and turned slightly to look at where my horse's ears were aimed. I could feel him tense under me and tightened my grip on the reins in preparation of him jolting should anything happen; attempting to get Kyoya and Ayako's attention.

"Hold on, guys. There's something up ahead and I think it'd be best if we—"

"It's probably nothing." Ayako waved off, though even I could see her horse getting nervous. "Now, as I was saying, we—"

She was cut off as a rabbit bolted out in front of us; a fox in its tail. She screamed as her horse reared and dashed away while she clung to it for dear life.

"Ayako!" Kyoya shouted, but was struggling to get his own startled horse under control.

Mine, however, was probably raised differently and—though it had taken several steps back with its ears laid back flat on its head—it was more than willing to listen to me as I sent it after Ayako, full speed. We were soon caught up, but her horse refused to stop, slamming into my left leg painfully a few times as I tried to get Ayako to pay attention.

"Ayako! Ayako, you need to listen to me! Take the reins! You have to take the reins!"

She didn't lift her head, face pressed against the horse's neck and hands wrapped around it fearfully. I cursed, looking in front of us to get a sense of what would be in our way and spotted something that made me nervous. A log lay in the path ahead with a limb that could easily catch the panicked horse in the leg if it attempted to jump over it. Which means injured horse and a rider being thrown off, if not crushed underneath. Damn! I grit my teeth and hated what I was about to do. I struggled to get my balance as I brought my leg up and over the back of my horse, but managed to push off it and into the back of Ayako's. I fought to get myself into a proper sitting position and not fall off, getting lucky when the horse bumped into mine and nudged me further onto it. Once seated behind Ayako, I reached around her and gripped the reins, tugging back slowly to keep the horse from rearing. The log was quickly approaching though and I cursed before yanking back on the reins; hanging onto Ayako as it reared and tossed its head around.

It landed harshly, sending a tingle of pain up my spine briefly, but I'd done it. The horse was fine—still panting and shaken, but fine—and Ayako was safely in my grip as I let out a sigh of relief.

"You alright, Ayako-san?"

She nodded shakily and I let her go to turn the horse around and grabbed the reins of mine to lead them both back. I'm pretty sure Ayako has had enough horse riding for one day.

"Ayako!" Kyoya's about rang out as he pulled his horse up and hopped down. "Thank God you're alright."

He helped her off the horse and allowed her to cling to him with quiet sobs while I fidgeted awkwardly. A part of me was a little jealous of how he was treating her, but she had just dealt with a rather terrifying ordeal. I did too. My mind argued, but I knew Kyoya wouldn't ever treat me that way. I handled things logically, after all. Even now, I wasn't even shaking. I was calmly waiting for their little moment to pass so we could head back. A pang of hurt went through me as I realized that I would never be a proper lady like Ayako. I couldn't give Kyoya that. And I soon turned away from the two of them, wondering if it would be possible for me to simply sneak away. A hand touched my leg though, startling me and making me wince; not only for jumping, but due to the pain of a bruise that was undoubtedly forming there.

"Thank you." Kyoya said, making me feel embarrassed and slightly guilty of my thoughts.

"A-Ah." I stuttered out, avoiding eye-contact and eventually gesturing down the path. "Should we head back then?"

He nodded, moving to help Ayako up onto his horse. "She'll ride with me, that way you can lead the horses back."

I bowed my head. "Right."

The ride back was silent, other than the occasional sniffle from Ayako until she managed to get a hold of herself moments before we returned to the others. Seeing something had happened, Tamaki and the rest hurried over. I went ahead and avoided them though, taking the horses back to the stables and being distracted by my own thoughts.

I took my time, removing the saddle and bit from Ayako's horse before brushing it down and making sure it had water and some carrots as a treat. I then moved onto mine and did the same. My leg throbbed, but it hardly bothered me for the moment, and I ignored it until there was a gentle rap on the stable door.

"Hey, we're heading to the salon to play some games. You coming?" Haruhi asked and I flinched.

"Ah, no. I think I'll pass. I have some work stuff I need to finish."

Haruhi frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as I locked the horse up and put the brush away.

"Last I checked, you came here not to work. Kohaku, what's going on?" She asked, changing her scolding tone into a more concerned one. "You were fine up until you went with Kyoya and Ayako-san. What happened?"

"Didn't he tell you?" I asked, avoiding the question as I fed my horse some carrots.

"I'm not talking about your little heroic act, Kohaku." She pressed, lightly touching my shoulder. "What happened with you?"

"Nothing. I just…" I paused, hesitating before shaking my head. "It's nothing."

"You and I both know that's not true."

I ran a hand through my hair in exasperation. "I don't want to talk about it, okay? It's complicated. You wouldn't understand."

"Oh, I wouldn't understand, would I? Because last I checked, I know more about you than anyone. You always tell me what's going on, so what makes now any different?" She argued.

"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?!" I shouted, losing my temper. "Just leave me alone!"

There was a beat of silence, just long enough for me to regret my words as Haruhi spoke.

"Alright, if that's what you want."

"Haruhi, I—"

She cut me off. "I guess you're the one that's different."

I winced as she turned and walked off, guilt eating away at me.

"Haruhi… Haruhi, wait! Haruhi! You know I didn't mean it!" I called after her, but she didn't turn around or spare me a glance as she returned to the house.

I stared at the door after it closed and eventually tugged at my hair.

"Dammit. Why is nothing going right?"

(No One's POV)

Dinner came, but still Kohaku didn't join the others. A butler had come downstairs to inform them all that she wouldn't be attending and all eyes had gone to Haruhi, expecting her to go and drag her down herself. When she made no move to do so, everyone exchanged worried looks. They all knew something had happened, but no one wanted to ask. No one, except her son, who'd just returned from a playdate with the twins' younger sister.

"Mama, are you mad?" The little blonde haired, brown eyed boy asked as Haruhi grabbed another bite of fettuccini.

"No. I'm aggravated."

The boy went to ask what that meant, but Tamaki quickly stopped him before he could entice the rage of his mother.

"A-Ah, Kou? W-Weren't you going to go show Chi-chan your room?"

The boy hurried off with the twin's sister in tow, making Tamaki let out a sigh of relief a little too soon.

"I don't understand her." Haruhi scowled. "She comes to relax them claims to have work when she's obviously upset about something, only to get angry at me! Does that make any sense to you?"

Tamaki sighed quietly, them having returned to their room to sleep. At least, that's why Tamaki was hoping to do, but apparently Haruhi had other ideas.

"Something happened earlier, I just know it."

"Did you ask?" Tamaki questioned, giving in and being slightly curious himself as to the drama flowing between his wife, best friend, and Kohaku.

"Yes and she immediately shut me out, saying I wouldn't understand because it was complicated." Haruhi scoffed, before softening. "I just want to help."

Tamaki wrapped his arms around Haruhi, allowing her to lean into him for comfort. "Well, perhaps she's attempting to sort things out herself. Kyoya tends to do the same. Push others away and try to figure it out on his own. They're stubborn. They will only open up when they realize they need help."

"She just… She had this look though, Tamaki. You remember how she would look so conflicted and sad sometimes at Ouran? Like after her and Kyoya fought? She had that same expression."

"Hm, but Kyoya looked perfectly fine, as did Ayako, oddly enough."

"Right? That's why I tried to get her to tell me, but she closed herself off."

"I'll talk to Kyoya tomorrow and see if he knows anything." Tamaki said. "But try to make up with Kohaku. It's… It's been a while since she's been with us and I get the feeling that she's rather out of place."

"She's the one who never visited." Haruhi grumbled, making Tamaki smile as he pressed his nose to her hair.

"You know she as busy with work. And she gets easily absorbed. You heard her at breakfast this morning. I doubt she took any breaks from her work up until now."

"I'm just worried she's changed."

"Everyone changes, Haruhi. And if you really look, I'm sure you'll find plenty of that old Kohaku in there."

"Yeah, I guess so… I'll apologize in the morning." Haruhi finally gave in, silently wondering what exactly happened to make Kohaku change so much, though there was one thing that came to mind.

(Kohaku's POV)

I sighed tiredly, dragging a hand down my face once I'd removed my reading glasses it had been a long night of editing videos and rereading emails, and I wasn't even a fourth of the way done. I glanced at the clock and groaned, lying back against the propped-up pillows and closing my eyes. It's only five in the morning. I need to keep going before the others wake up and drag me hiking. I winced, thinking about the other problems that has cropped up since joining the hosts. I need to apologize to Haruhi. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did and snapping at her wasn't right. This whole business with Kyoya is just frustrating. He's got a fiancée, for Pete's sake! I need to let go and forget about those stupid left over feelings. And since when did I question myself? I thought I'd long since gotten over those insecurities! I'm not going to let some pure-blooded pretty girl tear that to shreds!

My confidence slowly faded though as I opened my eyes and glanced down at the days of the editing I needed to do. Thankfully, the accident wasn't Danshi's fault, so I can split the work between us, but it has still ruined what little vacation I would have gotten here. I scowled and shut my laptop, gingerly removing the ice pack I had on my aching leg—thank you, crazy horse—and standing. If worse comes to worse, I'll call it early and head back to Japan to finish editing there. For now, I need a lot more coffee.

I made my way downstairs and wandered to the kitchen, silently glad that no one except the early rising staff were awake at this time of day. Of course, this meant that I didn't expect Tamaki to be sitting at the dining room table with a newspaper. I hesitated, wondering if it would be possible to back up out of the room without him noticing, but my hopes were dashed when his violet eyes lifted over the top of the paper and spotted me. I internally winced, but begrudgingly moved to sit on his right, popping open my laptop once more as I greedily chugged down my first—of many—cup of coffee.

We remained in silence for a while, but Tamaki soon folded his paper and sent an innocent, closed-eye smile my way. I ignored it for as long as I possibly could, however, Tamaki was persistent. Before long, I gave in and closed my laptop to scowl at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Don't play games with me, Tamaki. We may not have seen each other in half a dozen years, but I know that your innocent face is hardly 'innocent'."

He hummed, looking at me as I refilled my coffee with the fresh pot a servant brought.

"You seem busy. I take it you haven't slept yet?"

"I wouldn't be awake now, if I had." I countered, not giving a hint as to what had kept me up.

"Then it's safe to assume your work call was a bit more important than you let on?" He questioned, though it sounded more like a statement.

Now there's one thing I forgot. How clever Tamaki can be when he wants to.

"I never said it was important." I lightly argued, but he knew better.

"And yet, you stayed up all night to work."

"Look, Tamaki." I gave in, albeit begrudgingly. "Yes, it's important. No, I won't tell you what happened. And if I need to, I will go to Japan to make sure it's done properly; however, I will do what I can to avoid going to that extreme. Now, can we please change the subject?"

I didn't like the smile he gave me.

"Alright. How are you and Kyoya?"

My scowl quickly returned. "We are not talking about this."

"Oh, come on, Kohaku! You looked so happy while talking to him before."

I groaned. "He has a fiancée!"

"Yes, but even I can see how you two act together."

"Tamaki, we can't. We broke up. We're done. I'm not going to ruin his relationship because of my left-over high school feelings."

"So you do still have—"

"Tamaki!" I said sharply, interrupting him. "Please. None of your harebrained schemes this time. No convincing me that it's okay. Just…" I let out a sigh, standing and grabbing my laptop. "Just leave it be. I'm not going to risk losing my friendship with him as well."

(No One's POV)

Kohaku walked out with Tamaki's sad eyes watching her go, before he suddenly spoke.

"Is that how you feel about her as well, Kyoya?"

The glasses wearing host walked into the room with his own cup of coffee, having been eavesdropping unintentionally.

"She is right, Tamaki." The man replied, sitting in Kohaku's abandoned chair. "I have a fiancée and we shouldn't dwell on our past feelings for one another."

Tamaki smirked wickedly. "You said 'we', so you're dwelling on your old feelings as well."

Kyoya didn't take the bait. "And I too, have decided to keep our relationship on a friendly level."

"So what's this I hear about you two nearly kissing after my party the other night, hm? Seems like a little more than residual feelings for one another." Tamaki teased and Kyoya frowned.

"Where did you hear that?"

"You've forgotten who I am. Or, more accurately, who my wife is."

Kyoya groaned quietly. "Kohaku spoke with Haruhi about what happened."

Tamaki grinned. "Though I must say, you have really confused hem both. Neither understands what you were thinking."

"Because I wasn't." Kyoya grumbled, sipping his coffee with a frown. "It was a momentary lapse of judgement that won't happen again."

"Why not?"

Kyoya raised a brow. "Because I have a fiancée?"

"A fiancée who doesn't make you half as happy as Kohaku does." Tamaki commented.

"I love Ayako." Kyoya pressed.

"But you love Kohaku more."

"And I can't trust her!" Kyoya yelled, slamming his cup down angrily. "She abandoned you, Tamaki. That whole mess with your family, and she was skipping around it to get in their good graces for her movie. She allowed for us to get hurt because of her so-called psychic abilities, so how am I supposed to trust her when her every move has been calculated for the best result?"

"Kyoya, she never abandoned me. You know that." Tamaki reminded him, not bothered by his sudden outburst. "And as much as you would like to believe it, she didn't abandon you either. You were the one who abandoned her."

"I never—"

Tamaki cut him off. "You two always had your little fights. But remember? She always turned around and apologized. Her fault or not, she always bowed her head to you, but don't you realize what happened? That last fight you guys had, she stood her ground. She tried to explain it to you in the hopes that you would understand. And we all forgave her, but you turned your back. You abandoned her by giving up your trust in her, Kyoya. And instead of bowing her head, she walked away."

Kyoya gripped his cup tightly, frustrated, but also guilty. Tamaki was right. Kohaku had changed, but he was still the same. He had painted out of the frame, only to realize he was still trapped on a canvas.

"Kyoya, I think you need to look at her again. Start over with her. Discover who she is now and stop thinking about high school." Tamaki went on, standing up and placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps you'll find that those things you are worried about before, never existed in the first place."

Tamaki walked out and Kyoya suddenly felt rather… defeated. Tamaki had bested him and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was something he needed to do. Something he could never go back on.

"Ayako, we need to talk…"

(Kohaku's POV)

I rubbed at my tired eyes before returning to tying up my boots in preparation for the hike and picnic Tamaki had planned out today. I was exhausted, but knew that this would be a nice wind-down after working through the night. I double-checked the small backpack I'd asked to borrow, being sure I had plenty of water—and a number of sodas to keep me awake—as well as a few granola bars, Chex mix, and a first aid kit. Who knows what those morons will run into.

I sighed, hefting the pack into my shoulders and heading downstairs to wait for the others. Unfortunately, Mori and his wife had skipped out on this one. She's due next week, so he's not taking any chances on being stuck in the woods if she goes into sudden labor. Which sucks. I was joint to get to know her better. Though how Takashi worries over her is cute. Honey's wife had also opted out, claiming something about the stars or some other occult thing. Probably just dislikes the sun and extensive physical activity or something. Nekozawa was that way too. Hm, maybe I should add an occultist to my novel. She can help me with references. Everyone had just about gathered; Tamaki and Haruhi being one of the last to join Honey, the twins and I at the limos. Their argument could be heard drifting over us yards away.

"But Haruhi!"

"No! I told you, bare essentials! Packing half the house does not count!"

The twins snickered as Honey shook his head.

"Same old Tama-chan."

Once they reached us, however, the only two left were Kyoya and Ayako. So, imagine our surprise when he walked out on his own.

"Why are you all gawking? Shouldn't we be leaving?" He asked, though I could tell there was something bothering him.

"Where's Aya-chan?" Honey asked, innocent as ever.

"Not coming. She's returning to Japan to prepare for the wedding." He explained. "We're moving it up to a month from now."

My eyes widened and my stomach sank as the others exchanged concerned glances; Kyoya climbing into the limo first after delivering that news. W-What? He's moving the wedding forward? Is this… Did this happen because of me? I silently questioned as we all clambered into the limo that would take us to the hiking path; the ride there tensely quiet. What's worse? Between my lack of sleep and the gut wrenching feeling upon hearing Kyoya's news, I began to get car sick.

Haruhi was one of the first to notice—thank God—and quickly asked the driver to pull over. The fresh air helped and thankfully, I didn't vomit what little breakfast I had, but I dreaded the return to the limo. Why am I so unsettled for anyway? I-If he wants to speed up the engagement, then that's his choice. W-We're just friends, right? Shouldn't I be congratulating him?

"Are you alright?" Haruhi asked as I sat on the curb with my head in my hands.

"Y-Yeah. Thanks. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take that and… sorry. About yesterday. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that."

Haruhi shook her head, sitting beside me and rubbing my back in comfort and to help my queasiness. "No, I shouldn't have pressured you to talk about it."

"It was stupid." I said, chuckling bitterly. "I had been comparing myself with Ayako-san and got upset about it. I mean, really. I thought I'd gotten over my self-confidence issues and the more I thought about it, the dumber I felt. Fighting with you about it kind of helped me see that."

"Well, that's good, I guess." She mused, staring at the limo for a moment in silence. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself about this either, you know." She turned and looked at me seriously. "Kyoya's reasons for moving his engagement forward must be stupid if he can't see what's right in front of him."

"You know, I kind of resent the fact that you see through me so easily, Haruhi." I grumbled. "But we're just friends. We tried it once, it didn't work out. I'm not going to just recklessly chase after him anymore. He's getting married." I looked down at the raven tattoo on my arm, rubbing at it. "I don't want to get hurt and hurt him too."

Not again.

Haruhi paused, looking at me in surprise, of all things. "Wow."

I shot her a dirty look. "Not exactly the words of wisdom I was looking for, Haruhi."

"Sorry, it's just…" She rubbed the back of her neck. "I didn't expect you to say that. About yourself, I mean. In high school, you cared more about him not getting hurt than yourself. This is almost a nice change, if it wasn't for the circumstances."

I rolled my eyes, stomach settled enough to stand and start heading back to the limo. "You act like you never thought I was going to grow up."

"More like I thought you had already grown up and that was just you thinking too hard." She countered. "It's nice to know the 'basic' you. The Kohaku who doesn't over-analyze things until she's running around in circles."

I winced. "I was pretty bad, wasn't I?"

She nodded, but stopped me before I opened the limo door. "What changed? Other than…"

My side ached for a moment, but I ignored it and had to think for a moment. "A lot of things, really. The break was nice and work gave me something to focus on. Had to come out of my shell and meet new people, but it was a nice change. No foreknowledge to think about. Still none, actually. After I left you guys, I only knew a few things. The twin's sister, Mori getting married to someone—not who, exactly—and a few other minor things, but for the most part, nothing. I'm free to make my own choices without having to worry about a ruined future. That's probably the biggest thing, anyway."

Though there's no need to mention that most of that foreknowledge was the guesswork and hopes of a mangaka. I mused silently as we climbed back into the car and I gave out small apologies to the others for the unexpected stop. The tension didn't bother me as much after that and—with the help of a chilled towel over my eyes—I had no further stomach problems the rest of the trip.

The path that Tamaki had picked out was rather nice as well. Hard enough to get the blood pumping through my tired limbs, but easy enough that those who were less prone to physical activity could do alright with minimal breaks. The only downside was the uncomfortable atmosphere around everyone over Kyoya's announcement. The man himself seemed rather unperturbed, though I could tell better than the others that he may have been second guessing his decision. Thing is, I doubt he wants to talk to his ex about his choice. Especially if it is my presence that pressured him into moving the engagement forward. Maybe I can convince Tamaki or Haruhi to—

"Haruhi, look at that! And that over there! Ooh! Is this some sort of commoner herb? I think I saw it on top of a dish at that restaurant we went to." Tamaki rattled on, jumping from one side of the trail to another with an exasperated—but tolerant—Haruhi.

Well, there goes that idea. I thought with a sweat-drop. And the twins won't work, much less, Honey. I glanced at the blonde boy by my side, who was smiling away like nothing was wrong. And yet a shiver went down my spine. Yeah, no. As insightful as he can be sometimes, he has a big mouth and a mischievousness that makes even the dark Lord Satan quake in his boots. As I shifted my gaze back to Kyoya wiping a head of sweat off his brow, however, I begrudgingly sighed.

"Honey, if I die, make sure those idiot twins don't write something obscene on my tombstone."

"Okay!" He chirped, making me silently question his obvious enjoyment of this whole situation.

He is the devil. I shook my head of the thought, gave a brief look at the others to make sure none of them were paying attention, and then subtly slowed my pace until I was walking beside Kyoya. I said nothing for a while, wanting to see if he'd start first, but no such luck. So, I gathered my courage and spoke.

"Are you alright?"

Yes. Good. Subtle concern. Nothing a friend wouldn't ask.

He didn't look at me, however. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Answering a question with a question. Typical. And it forces me to address the fact that he shortened his engagement. A double-edged sword. How do I respond?

I shrugged. "Dunno. Just figured you had something on your mind that was bugging you. You're being quieter than usual, anyway."

Perfect! Feigned ignorance, making him have to figure out whether or not to address the elephant in the room.

"Hadn't noticed." He hummed, making me internally scream.

Begrudgingly, I gave in, going for the blunt approach.

"Are you thinking about your decision to shorten your engagement?"

Finally! He made eye contact, if only brief.

"No." He replied as I furrowed my brows in confusion. "I'm not going to back out on my decision. I am simply… thinking about what I'm going to do next."

I went to say something, but inadvertently slammed my injured leg into a log that was sticking out into the path. I yelped and crouched, cradling the beaten appendage as a round of curses spilled from my lips. Kyoya—the insufferable ass that he was—snorted in amusement as I glared at him with unshed tears of pain in my eyes, before he reached down and pulled me up onto my feet.

"Can you walk?"

"D-Don't patronize me." I grumbled, stalking away from him with a limp.

I ignored his chuckle as he easily caught up with me.

"Couldn't predict a fallen lot in your way?" He teased and I smacked him on the arm.

"S-Shut up! I was never able to predict my own future. Besides, my foreknowledge was gone after I went to work on the movie. I couldn't predict anything even if I wanted to." I snapped, more embarrassed than angry.

"You...You can't predict anything anymore?" He asked, sounding rather stunned, though I didn't really notice.

"Nope. Not a thing. I knew a little bit about how we'd end up. Mori with a wife, Honey with Reiko-san, and that you may or may not have a cat?"

I cringed a little on the last one, not knowing for certain.

"...Yes. Hota found one and it seemed to take a liking to me." He said, before frowning at me. "Why is it gone?"

Because that's when the series ended.

"Hell if I know." I shrugged, but then Tamaki rushed over with tears in his eyes.

"K-Kohaku! Haruhi's being mean and the twins keep putting sticks in my hair!"

I glanced at Kyoya as I pulled the twigs out of Tamaki's hair. "Isn't this normally your job?"

He let out a short chuckle, pushing up his glasses. "Seems you've been promoted."

"Yes, well one would think the idiot trio grew up by now." I grumbled, turning to shout at the twins as they plotted not too far off. "Oi! If you two don't behave, I'll fill your packs with rocks and your trousers with poison ivy!"

They paled at the thought and Tamaki smirked triumphantly at them until I rounded on him too.

"And you shouldn't make yourself such an easy target. Try acting your age. You're not a complete fool." I scoffed, walking ahead before turning back to him. "Oh, and you have a spider in your hair."

He screamed, very much like a four-year-old girl, as the twins laughed and he frantically patted at his hair. Kyoya soon caught up with me and Haruhi—who ignored the frantic Tamaki—and gave me a look.

I, in turn, grinned devilishly. "There's no spider."

Haruhi sighed with a face-palm as Kyoya smirked in amusement and we continued up the path to our designated picnic locale.

(No One's POV)

Upon reaching the picnic area, the twins let out low whistles.

"Wow."

"You really went nuts with this picnic thing, didn't you, Tono?"

The clearing wasn't too big, but the outcrop of rocks by a small pool and waterfall certainly made up for that. Tamaki, himself, was puffed up in pride while everyone looked around. Even Kyoya, who was in a far better mood now, found the area pleasant. The picnic was soon up and ready to go, everyone chattering about another get-together except for one.

Kohaku was napping in the sun nearby, no one willing to wake her. They weren't clueless, after all. The dark bags under her eyes had grown darker since her first appearance at Tamaki's party and, after her episode on the way up, the troop silently agreed to let her snooze. At least for a while. The twins and Honey, of all people, had something up their sleeves for their blonde leader. And the pool of water was just asking for someone to, say, accidentally fall in.

"Neh, Tama-chan. Are there any flowers around here?" Honey chirped, playing innocent as the twins joined in.

"Don't you think Haruhi would like some?" Kaoru offered, Tamaki already perking up.

"You know, I think I might have seen some at the top of the waterfall." Hikaru added, fighting to keep the mischievous smirk off his face.

"Excellent idea!" Tamaki proclaimed, heading to the short path leading up to the waterfall.

"We'll help!" Honey grinned as the trio followed him.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before the idiot that was called Tamaki, was pushed down into the pool with a splash and a crow of laughter from the twins; who were 'mysteriously' tripped and toppled into the water as well. That being said, there was a fourth tragedy. The water from their splashes had soaked Kohaku and gave her a rather rude awakening.

She glared at the idiot trio, who were none the wiser to the sleeping dragon they'd awakened, until it was too late. One patch of poison ivy later and Kohaku wandered away from their packs—that would make them itch the whole way home—to wring out her shirt.

"Stupid idiots." She grumbled under her breath as she peeled her shirt off and over her head. "Can't even get ten minutes of sleep."

She twisted her shirt, watching the water drop off it to the ground, before someone spoke up from behind her.

"Kohaku, would you mind treating—" Kyoya was cut off as he realized that the woman before him was shirtless, but also because of the edge of a pink scar on her side.

He quickly turned away, clearing his throw with a small apology and standing there to wait for her to replace her shirt, as a million things ran rampantly through his mind. Of course, this didn't help his racing heart or the blood quickly rushing up to the tips of his ears. He swallowed thickly, hating his sudden boyish urge to turn around for a better look at her thin but muscular back. So, he distracted himself with something else.

"That scar…" He trailed off, unsure how to question the woman about it.

"I got mugged." She answered calmly, like she was discussing the weather, which bothered Kyoya immensely. "Let down my guard in the wrong part of town after a… drinking party with the movie director. Took a walk to clear my head and reacted a second too late while attempting to fight off the man." She scoffed. "Honesty, smarter people would have bolted after realizing they're outmatched. This moron grabbed a knife."

Kyoya grit his teeth, turning around angrily; not caring whether she had replaced her shirt or not. "And you didn't tell anyone?!"

She frowned in return; as opposed to her younger high school self, who would have cringed. "No. Why the hell would I? I wasn't dying and you lot were across an ocean. I wasn't about to drag any of you from an important business meeting over a cut."

"That—" Kyoya snapped, gesturing to her now covered side. "—was not just a cut!"

"I was fine!" She argued back. "I know first aid, kept pressure on it, called an ambulance, and managed to keep a nutcase off the streets while half drunk! So, sue me if I thought my minor injury wasn't good enough to call everyone halfway across the globe!"

"You still should have said something!" He growled, quite upset about this whole thing.

"Yeah? And to what purpose? You lot all end up distracted. Tamaki would have undoubtedly attempted to get you all to bother me at the hospital, and I still had work to do! We all had work to do and I wasn't about to interrupt and ruin a business proposal because I got careless." She snapped sharply, turning to walk back towards where their group was set up. "And if it makes you feel better, there was no lasting damage. It was shallow and I take a cab home now after drinking. So, do me a favor and move on."

"Have you?" He asked, tone serious.

She paused, but nodded, not turning to face him. "Yes, believe it or not. I'm a little more prepared when walking out at night alone, but other than that, I'm fine. Physically and mentally."

She headed off and Kyoya frowned, struggling to ease the tension in his shoulders at Kohaku's nonchalance towards a very serious matter. And he wasn't entirely convinced about her being alright about it either. He couldn't place it and reading her had become a lot harder since Ouran. Was it the pause? The fact that she didn't turn around? The emotionless tone of voice? Kyoya wasn't sure, but what he did know was that being mugged changed people. He'd seen the changes in patients at his older brother's hospital; his father having finally retired and Kyoya himself having no real interest. So, Kyoya wondered.

Does she sleep well? Does she have nightmares? Flashbacks? Paranoia? A fear of dark alleyways? And again, he mentally smacked himself. No. It's not my concern. She said she's fine. We're friends, nothing more. And yet, as he walked back to join the others and glanced at Kohaku scolding the idiot trio while she bandaged various scrapes on their person, he couldn't help remembering the smooth curves of her back. Immediately turning away and fighting the blood rushing to his cheeks.

(Kohaku's POV)

We returned to the house in a jumbled mess of scrapped knees, itchy bodies, and dirty clothes. Oh, and let's not forget, foul moods. Kyoya and I had been silent the entire hike back, staying at either end of the group and nowhere near each other. The 'relaxing' hike had ended up becoming a hike of tense nerves as we returned to Tamaki's home, I almost looked forward to returning to my editing. I did however, want a change of scenery and moved my laptop and notes to the back patio; where I could get some sun and a nice breeze. Both of which are rare in England, though I prefer gloomy weather over hot summers. So, I can't say I entirely miss this.

I sipped some of my soda and got to work, getting up and moving only occasionally when I began to ache or when I needed to move back into the sunlight; which was steadily shifting away. It wasn't until a maid came and notified me about dinner being ready, that I noticed I was working under a light now; the sun now thoroughly gone. I sighed and stretched, sending the maid to deposit my work in my room before moving to the dining room where everyone was waiting.

"Sorry." I apologized tiredly. "Didn't notice the time."

I caught a few worried glances as I sat, but paid them no mind as I went about eating. I've still got more than half of those clips to edit. I'm going to have to do another all-nighter. Plus, Kintaro's expecting a first draft of my mystery novel's next chapter soon. I might be able to coerce him for an extension, but I can't have him wait too long. Honestly, it should have been close to being finished by now, but I've been slacking off on it. I frowned. I should have just done it. Stupid.

"—haku. Kohaku?"

"Hm?" I looked up, blinking at Haruhi as she looked at me in worry.

"Are you alright? You stopped eating and have been staring at your food for the last few minutes."

I glanced down at my plate, realizing I'd have eaten more than a bite or two; though the food was thoroughly mixed together on my plate from my hand idly moving my fork around.

"Ah, sorry." I muttered, raising the fork to my mouth. "Just thinking."

"About what, Ko-chan?" Honey asked.

"Work." I grumbled around my food; the word turning them all away from conversation with me for a while.

Then the food in my mouth suddenly changed flavors—to a sweet, creamy strawberry—and I looked down, confused. While I'd sworn I had taken a second bite of my dinner, it turned out I was taking the fourth bite of my desert. But when did we… I looked around, but everyone was happily chatting away and didn't notice. More like I didn't notice. I must be more tired than I thought. I sighed, dragging a hand down my face before pushing away the bowl of ice cream and standing.

"I think I'm going to head up to my room for today. Thanks for desert."

Of course, I missed the exchange of concerned glances as I disappeared upstairs to return to work.

(No One's POV)

"Ko-chan is working too hard." Honey muttered and hums of agreement rang up around the table.

"She lied about that phone call, didn't she?" Hikaru grumbled. "Idiot."

"You know how she is, Hikaru." Kaoru said to placate his brother.

"Yeah, stubborn." He scoffed, turning his gaze towards Kyoya. "I'm surprised you're not going after her."

"Why?" Kyoya replied, resuming his own—less sweet—desert. "It's hardly any of my business."

Haruhi though, narrowed her eyes at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You two had a fight, didn't you?"

Kyoya pushed up his glasses. "A disagreement, that's all."

"If that's all, then you'd be up there right now scolding her for mistreating her body by not sleeping." Haruhi countered and Kyoya snapped.

"She doesn't care. Her body could fall apart and she wouldn't let us know."

Haruhi and Tamaki looked at one another briefly before Haruhi's expression softened.

"I take it you saw it then… The scar."

The twins and Honey perked up, having not heard about this, but Kyoya's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You both knew?"

Haruhi nodded, but Tamaki spoke up then.

"What did she tell you about how she got it?"

Kyoya didn't care for that question, growing suspicious. "She said it was a mugging that occurred while walking home after a night out drinking with the movie director."

Tamaki sighed, pulling a hand through his hair as he stood. "Let's move to the lounge."

The group got up, following after him and getting comfortable before Kyoya could wait no longer.

"Explain." He said shortly. "Why did you ask me what she said?"

"Because it's changed over the years." Tamaki explained easily enough. "A mugging, a barfight, an accident in the kitchen, a mishap at work, sword fighting training with real blades, drunk or drugged friend getting out of hand; you name it."

"So what happened?" Hikaru asked cautiously, knowing that any one of those scenarios could have caused some serious damage.

"She was…" Haruhi paused briefly. "She was attacked by her ex."

Eyes widened as Tamaki explained further.

"According to her, the man she was dating didn't take the break up well, attacked her outside of her workplace at the time, and she defended herself appropriately."

"She was sleep deprived and had a migraine." Haruhi continued. "Work hadn't been going great and… she didn't want to hurt him."

"Needless to say…" Tamaki went on. "They fought for a bit before she stumbled and he shoved her into some discarded equipment. Her ex fled, her coworkers came out and called an ambulance, and she decided not to press charges. She got a restraining order, however, and spent a few weeks in the hospital."

"And she just told you all this?" Kaoru questioned in disbelief.

They both shuffled awkwardly.

"We sort of…" Haruhi paused and Tamaki took over.

"S-She wouldn't tell us! So, we kept bugging her and may have… threatened to drop by if she didn't give us the truth."

"P-Problem was, we forgot how good at lying she could be and believed in it for a bit until I got suspicious and… called her coworkers."

"So…"

"...you spied on her."

"W-We were worried!" Haruhi protested, though Kyoya pushed up his glasses and gave Tamaki a look.

"And I assume you both went to confront her about it a few months ago and did show up in the hospital."

The two Suoh's turned pink in embarrassment, bowing their heads in shame.

"Explains your absence at that time and the fact that she came of this party of yours after years of no-shows."

"That's still pretty crazy though." Kaoru commented, rubbing the back of his neck as Hikaru nodded.

"No kidding. Attacked by an ex? I figured she had better taste in guys."

Honey pouted, upset. "Poor Ko-chan."

Kyoya sighed, standing. "I'm going upstairs."

"To check on her?" The twins chorused, mischievous smirks on their faces and Kyoya frowned at them.

"No. I too have some work to catch up on. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Hikaru snorted once he left. "He's so going to check up on her."

"Oh, yeah." Kaoru agreed.

Honey was practically vibrating in his seat. "Neh, do you think they'll get back together? I hope so."

"Yeah. She made him less… evil robot."

Kaoru nodded to his brother's words. "And he made her less shy and more confident."

"They were good for each other."

The two suddenly smirked, obviously up to no good and Haruhi quickly intervened.

"No."

Hikaru raised a brow. "What?"

"You know what. You want to meddle with those two and I'm telling you now, don't."

"What? We're not going to do anything bad. Just give them a bit of a nudge."

"You'll make things worse." She argued. "They're already fighting and he's just pushed his engagement forward. Don't mess with them."

The twins sighed. "Fine."

She eyed them for a moment longer before nodding, satisfied.

(Kohaku's POV)

I walked downstairs in a daze, barely conscious after having been awake for much longer than twenty-four hours. My hands twitched, both because of the long hours of typing and the sheer amount of caffeine I'd drunk. And I'll need a pretty strong cup today if I'm going to make it until I can catch time for a nap. As I neared the stairs though, I grimaced. I forgot. The kids are expected back today and after that unexpected visit last night, keeping my temper is going to be harder than usual.

Kyoya had dropped by last night after I'd gone to my room to work. Apparently, Haruhi and Tamaki couldn't keep their mouths shut and—though he tried to avoid it—he questioned me a second time and then proceeded to berate me for my decision of keeping the group out of it. Honestly, like he hadn't kept things from us before. I sighed as I got closer to the dining hall. I'm starting to feel out of place with everyone now. Maybe I did spend too long running from my problems.

I stepped into the room and immediately cringed at the cacophony of noise that greeted me. Conversation continued as I spotted a few subtle looks from the twins, but I was too tired to care about whatever it was they were plotting. Breakfast was served and the conversations turned into the clinking of silverware on china. I could feel myself dosing off, spoon slipping from my grip and dunking itself into my cereal bowl before my eyes would snap open and I'd curse before fishing it back out. This happened twice to my knowledge (Haruhi later told me it was near four or five times) and then Haruhi stood and got my attention.

"Kohaku? Would you like to join me in the garden for a bit?"

"Hm?" I blinked, but nodded, standing to follow her out. "Sure."

I barely noticed that we'd been walking for a while, nor when Haruhi led me over to a tree nearby and had me sit. I had no clue that I'd drifted to sleep for a few hours until a hand shook my shoulder.

"—haku… Kohaku, hey. Wake up."

The hand morphed in my mind to that of a furious yelling man with dark brown hair and I grabbed it harshly; ready to pin the man to the ground only to realize it wasn't my ex.

"H-Haruhi… Sorry, I…" I looked around, taking in the greenery in confusion. "How did I…"

"We walked here, Kohaku." She said, eyeing me in concern. "Are you sure you're alright? You were falling asleep at the table and nearly collapsed on the way here. When was the last time you slept?"

I rubbed at my face, tiredly. "After Tamaki's party, I think. Things just… got out of hand."

"Obviously." She grumbled, helping me up. "I would have let you sleep, but it's a bit cold and you look like you were having a nightmare."

I groaned. "No thanks to you and your husband. Kyoya came by to scold me last night. Dredged up memories I'd rather forget."

"Sorry. We thought it would help if we just got it all out there. You know how he is about lying."

"I know better than anyone, Haruhi, but if I wanted him to know, then I would have told him." I said, doing my best to not snap at her. "Look, alright? I'm trying to be nice with him, but I'm not about to go and throw myself at him because he moved his engagement forward. I told you that. And with that added tension between us and whatever those idiotic twins are planning, I doubt we'll be making peace anytime soon. Honestly? I'm about ready to book a flight home. My editor's in the hospital. I have to re-edit the entire movie in the next few weeks, at least start the next chapter of my mystery novel, and this so-called 'relaxing trip' has turned into the exact opposite. I'm sorry, Haruhi, but I just can't do this anymore."

I turned quickly away and hurried back up to my room; bypassing the servants and a confused Tamaki before shutting myself inside. My chest hurt and I realized that I couldn't breathe, cursing mentally at the anxiety attack and forcing myself to strip and climb into an ice-cold shower. I could breathe soon enough, focusing on muttering the words to the music I'd turned on full-blast and steadily beginning to relax as I turned the water up to warm, and then hot. Once it reached a comfortable temperature though, I sank to the floor and choked on a sob.

(No One's POV)

Lunch that afternoon was a somber affair. Kohaku didn't come out of her room, the two children at the table were pouting and grumbling to their respected guardians about the unfairness of their fight, and Haruhi only listened with half an ear; glancing at the stairs in concern every so often. She was at a loss as to what to do. She knew things weren't going well with Kohaku and her work, but hadn't expected the woman to react the way she had.

It all just became too much for her… but I've never seen her act like that before. Haruhi looked again; still nothing. She's overworked, stressed, stretched thin. I… I feel bad. This was supposed to be a break for her and look how it turned out. She's more stressed than ever, but what can I do?

Tamaki leaned over, speaking softly and seeming to automatically know who she was worried about. "Do you want me to try and talk to her?"

Haruhi fidgeted. Sure, Tamaki and Kohaku got along better than most, but would Kohaku really want to talk? Haruhi tried that, and look what happened.

"Um, wait a bit, maybe. She was… overwhelmed earlier. I really think she just needs a break from everything."

"Hm." Tamaki hummed. "I'll give her a few hours then."

He smiled softly at Haruhi, rubbing her back before kissing her lightly on the temple and tugging the children along with him for a while. The two were quick to make up and once they were settled and playing together, he got up and went to talk to Kohaku.

"Kohaku, its Tamaki. Could I bother you for a minute?" He asked, having knocked on her door twice with no response.

There was some shuffling and grumbles, but the door was soon opened and Tamaki smiled at her; despite her red rimmed eyes and damp, messy hair. The alcohol, he was glad to see, remained on the tray by her nightstand untouched, though a number of empty soda bottles were lying empty by the bed. Kohaku had returned to the desk nearby with her laptop and some scattered papers, but Tamaki went over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Kohaku, I want to talk."

She stopped—Tamaki noticing the quiver in her hands with a frown—before she sighed and stepped away from the desk to sit on the edge of the bed beside him.

"I don't want to talk about Kyoya." She grumbled and Tamaki nodded.

"Okay, then let's talk about you."

She fidgeted at that. "Why?"

"Because as your friend, I'm allowed to be worried." He said with a small smile. "So tell me, what's going on?"

Kohaku hesitated, staying quiet for a moment or two, but Tamaki waited patiently He knew she was just trying to gather her thoughts.

"I-I…" She stopped, frowning and wringing her hands. "I don't know what to do."

He raised a brow at the non-specific statement, but stayed silent as she continued.

"I've been trying to distract myself with work, and you can see how that's been going. But everyone I try to relax—just close my eyes and enjoy something—I start thinking. About work, about Kyoya, about my horse, my home, my past, my ex. Everything just attacks me and I can't seem to focus on one thing without wrecking it or driving myself nuts. And being here with you guys is great and all, but…" She lowered her head into her hands. "I-I just feel so out of place. I have no foreknowledge. I can't guess what's going to happen. How I should and shouldn't act. Kyoya already moved his engagement forward and—his choice or not—I know a part of it is my fault. And now I'm just so scared I'm going to hurt him again or I'm going to end up alone. I-I don't know what to do."

Tamaki saw the tears hit the carpet before he heard Kohaku sniff and let out a shaky breath. His heart ached to see one of his strongest friends in this sort of shape and he wanted so desperately to help her, but finding the right thing to say was a challenge.

"Kohaku, do you still love Kyoya?" He asked and her chest heaved as more tears fell.

"Y-Yes." She cried. "Yes, o-of course I do."

"And what is it you want? Forget about work, home, your ex, and even Kyoya. What is it you want?"

"I-I… I just want to be h-happy."

Tamaki smiled softly, rubbing her back comfortingly. "And how can you do that? What could make you happy?"

"Kyoya."

"And?"

"Finishing m-my work and forgetting my ex. Getting a new tattoo and a haircut. W-Watching horror movies w-with Haruhi. Taking a jog, a-and… going home." She listed, sleep deprivation and stress taking its toll on her.

"So what are you waiting for?" He asked her, grinning as she lifted her head in confusion and he tugged her up. "Go for a jog, get a haircut and tattoo, then come back and I'll take the rest out while you and Haruhi watch a movie. Then you and Kyoya can talk and I'll have a flight for you by tomorrow afternoon."

He pushed her towards the bathroom, having grabbed her some red basketball shorts and a sleeveless black hoodie from her things.

"B-But—"

"No buts!" He argued. "I have had enough of your sulking about and if those things will make you happy, then I will make sure they happen." He smiled. "Even if it means you leaving tomorrow."

Kohaku stood speechless as he shut the door in her face.

"Hop to it, Kohaku! And no working until later!" He called out, grinning away as he practically bounced out of the room and downstairs to where everyone was gathered.

They all looked at him and he gave them two thumbs up.

"Plan: 'Cheer Up Kohaku' is go!"

(Kohaku's POV)

I sighed softly, relaxing as the tattoo artist added yet another to the collection trailing up my arm; a starry galaxy twisting up to my shoulder. Damn that idiot Tamaki. I almost hate that he knows how to get to me better than Haruhi, even. Why couldn't he just be the blond moron that manga made him out to be? I didn't mean it, of course, but I was still tense about all of this. He's willing to even buy me a ticket back to England, despite all the trouble it took to get me out here in the first place.

The tattoo was soon finished and cleaned up, so I headed back towards Tamaki's place. The jog was nice and helped me clear my head and as I grew closer to his home I began to feel a bit anxious. I stood outside for a moment, puffing from the exuberance of my run and hesitating on entering. The door opened then, and Haruhi raised a brow.

"Are you coming in or what? The others are gone, so get your butt in here."

I bobbed my head slowly and trailed after her to the screening room, where we could watch some movies comfortably. That is, as comfortable as I can get, considering how I left Haruhi the last time we spoke.

"Haruhi? I… I'm sorry." I apologized and she turned to me with an annoyed look.

"You better be. You know how I hate horror movies."

I was a bit surprised by that response, but even more so by the reassuring smile she gave me.

"Come on. Let's get this over with."

I couldn't help the small smile I gave in return to her silent forgiveness, and plopped down beside her on the comfy theater-styled chairs facing the large screen.

"Alright, your pick then. You want ghosts, gore, and cheesy lines? Or ghosts, more gore, and even dumber lines?"

She groaned, but soon picked one and we settled down to watch. Sure enough, I was enamored with the plot and laughing at the cheap scares while Haruhi kept a tight grip on my arm and ducked behind me. I was happy, if but for a moment, because after a few movies, the others returned and Tamaki smiled as he gestured me toward the hall.

"Lounge."

I reluctantly nodded my thanks and headed that way; a lump of anxiety forming in my throat. What do I tell him? I know I need to apologize for the whole scar thing, but… then what? Admit I still care? Tell him I going home tomorrow? I don't know, but… I took a deep breath and let it out. But I'm sure I'll come up with something.

I opened the door and walked into the room where Kyoya was waiting. I'd nearly forgotten that Tamaki had moved things around for games, and blinked at the pool table for a moment until Kyoya spoke.

"Tamaki said you wished to speak with me." He said emotionlessly as he set down the drink he had and picked out a cueto play. "You're welcome to join."

"A-Ah." I stuttered out, mentally cursing myself for the Mori-like response.

I picked out a cue as Kyoyadid the break shot, pouring myself a drink as well in the hopes of gathering some courage to say what I needed to.

"You got your hair cut again, I see."

I twitched, bringing my hand up to touch the buzzed sides and back of my head. "Yeah. I, um… needed a change of pace. Got another tattoo too."

I cringed at that, scolding myself. Idiot! He hates your tattoos!

"It looks… nice." He said, surprising me with the compliment. "Your turn. I have solids."

"A-Ah, right." I muttered, heading to the table and avoiding eye contact to try and hide my pink cheeks.

I lined up my move—struggling to ignore his eyes on me and focus on the ball—and hit; knocking one ball in and having another close to a pocket. I sunk that one and then missed the next, taking a step back with a small frown. I'd inadvertently lined Kyoya up for an east shot.

"Your go." I grumbled, turning only to lock eyes with him.

My stomach flipped at the look he gave me, but he soon tore his eyes away and returned to the game. I-I need to talk. That was the whole point of this. Apologize!

"I'm sorry." I finally blurted out. "For not saying anything about… what happened with my ex."

The silence made me fidget.

"I-I just… didn't want to bother anyone and—"

"It's fine." He interrupted, making me bristle, but he made his shot and went on. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You tended to keep quiet about injuries when you were younger as well. However, I trust you will let us know next time."

I nodded, relieved. "Yeah."

I went to set up my shot, but my mind was a bit preoccupied. Good. Problem now, is what to say next.

"I'm going back to England tomorrow."

No! No, you idiot! Why did you say that?!

"I… see."

Look what you did! I mentally chided myself, proceeding to scratch the white ball and end my turn prematurely. Fix it! Say something to fix this!

"I just… Work has gotten a little out of control and I'm a bit overwhelmed, is all." I muttered, pulling a hand through my hair. "Thought heading home would help."

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked suddenly and I tugged on my hair.

"I don't know. Honestly, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I guess I'm just…"

"Waiting for me to tell you to stay." He responded, finishing my sentence for me.

"I-I don't… I don't know. Maybe." I murmured. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Y-You just moved your engagement forward and… I know it's partially my fault."

"No, it was my—"

"Yes, yes. I know." I cut him off, closing my eyes and dragging my hand down my face. "Your choice, but can you honestly say that you would have still done it if I wasn't here?"

He was silent, answering the question. I wasn't sure what to say either. Do I tell him? Should I just say it?

"Kyoya, I—"

"Don't." He cut me off and I winced. "I already know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it."

I swallowed thickly, tears pooling in my eyes which I refused to let fall. I'd been prepared for this, after all. Why would he just agree to feel the same for me so soon after moving his engagement forward?

"A-Alright. That's fine. I-I just wanted to get it out there before I left." I replied, trying to smile and act like nothing was wrong. "Things are going to get busy again at work, so I don't know when I'll get a chance to… come back."

I took a deep breath and focused on the pool table. It was my turn, after all. I needed some semblance of normalcy to keep me from losing control over my emotions. The last thing I wanted to do was end up crying. Kyoya sighed as I took my shot, sinking one of Kyoya's solids instead of the striped ball I was aiming for.

"I don't want my… marriage to change things between us, Kohaku, but you must understand how Ayako will see things. Some… instances of our friendship need to change if we're going to continue."

I nodded, despite every bone in my body begging me for to demand he break off his engagement, because I knew he still cared. But if he did, then he wouldn't have moved it forward. I need to move on and accept that. That's what this whole talk was about.

"I understand." I finally replied. "Thanks for… listening, I guess."

He hummed, taking his shot and sinking the last ball. "Game."

I couldn't seem to get my feet to move though; my mind and body stuck between leaving to my room or simply not functioning until Kyoya left instead. The decision was made for me when Kyoya put up his cueand walked out near silently. However, I still couldn't do more than just stand there—rooted in place—and attempt to just breathe.

"Kohaku?"

The breath I was unintentionally holding, came out with a shudder at Tamaki quietly speaking up through the small gap in the door. I breathed in deeply again, closing my eyes, and holding my head up high.

"What time is my flight?"

(No One's POV)

"What?! She left?! How could she just leave?! I thought they were supposed to be talking through things!"

"I-I don't know, but even if I didn't get the flight, she would have left. You know how she is."

"But why? I swear, if this is because of Kyoya, I'm going to—"

"H-Haruhi, you know this was her choice."

"Hmph. What kind of choice is this then? She loves him, Tamaki, and I know he does too. So, what does he think he's proving by marrying her?"

"Perhaps we were wrong. Kyoya loves her, yes, but… maybe not as much as we thought. He's changed."

"And not for the better, either."

"Excuse me. This might sound strange, but my friends and I were wondering if you'd like to join us."

"What?"

"Ah, well, you see… Thing is, they, um—"

"Did you tell 'er yet, Elias? Tell her you think she's cute~"

"T-Tom! I-I'm so sorry. He's drunk and a complete pain. Just ignore him."

"...Right…"

"Hello. Um… Y-You remember me, right? From the other night?"

"Mm, but I'm bad at names… Tom?"

"A-Ah, no. That was… That was my friend."

"Sorry. Bad at names, like I said."

"No, that's alright. Could I… join you?"

"Seat's open."

"Thanks. It's Elias, by the way. My name, I mean… Are you… visiting? Your accent's a bit… odd. N-Not that that's a bad thing! I-I actually think it's… um, cute."

"...I'm, uh, working, actually. I'm a writer and I'm in town to work on some last-minute signings before a movie for one of my novels comes out."

"A movie? Wow. What book? Ah, wait. You probably can't tell me, huh?"

"Sorry."

"No, it's alright. What genre though? I love a good book. I'm an archaeologist too, so history is more my thing."

"Well, the uh, the movie is on a historical book I wrote in high school. The Sengoku era of Japan is the time place, anyway. I write mostly mystery now, though I'm starting up a possible… romance novel currently."

"Japan? Don't see many books on that lately. Have you been there?"

"Grew up there. Hence, the accent."

"No kidding! Wow, a Japanese beauty… A-Ah! S-Sorry! Oh, I totally said that out loud, didn't I? I'm so sorry. My mouth gets away from me sometimes a-and—"

"Pft."

"...Y-You're… laughing?"

"S-Sorry. Haha. It's just… you remind me of someone."

"I… do?"

"Ah, sorry. That's work calling. It was… nice talking Elias. I'll be in town for a few more days, so I'll see you around."

"Ah! Wait! W-What's your name?"

"Kohaku. Kohaku Nishimura."

"S-So then the idiot trips and falls flat on his face! Can you believe that?!"

"And this Tamaki guy; he's a friend of yours?"

"From high school, yeah. There was a group of us. I told you about them, remember?"

"Ah! The Host Club! I remember. Why'd they use a strange name like that anyway?"

"No clue. Maybe I'll ask…"

"Kohaku? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's… It's nothing, Elias."

"No, tell me. What was that email?"

"...An invitation."

"To what?"

"...My ex-boyfriend's wedding."

"Neh, I don't see Ko-chan anywhere. Do you?"

"No."

"You did invite her, didn't you?"

"Of course I did! Don't lump me in with you two devils! She probably just late. Right, Haruhi?"

"It's highly unlikely."

"Right." Wonder who's fault that is…

"Kyoya! There you are! Have you heard anything from her? This is the third reunion she's skipped out on since before."

"Well, if you wouldn't have them every other month, then perhaps she'd skip less."

"Wah! Haruhi! Mother's being mean!"

"Tamaki, don't hang on me. You're not a child."

"And there he goes, into a corner."

"Neh, how's Ayako-chan, Kyo-kun?"

"Fine."

"Doesn't sound fine."

"She's proving to be rather… difficult to deal with at times. Nothing I can't handle."

"Sure."

"Ah! I got a text from Kohaku!"

"What?!"

"Really?!"

"What's it say?"

"'Sorry, can't make it. I've… got a date'?"

"Mm, Elias?"

"Hm?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"...Everything. That I'm cute, clever, sweet; all of those things you keep telling me… Do you really mean it?"

"Of course! I've always meant it, since I first saw you three years ago. Kohaku, you are… you are the most beautiful and stunning woman I've ever seen. You're smart—sometimes too smart for your own good—and sweet and caring. And if I never met you, I wouldn't have known what to do with myself. I love you, Kohaku, and I'll say it every day, if that's what it'll take for you to believe me. So please… please don't cry."

Kyoya sighed heavily, dragging a tired hand down his face as he sat at the bar of a town in England that he was stuck in until a business proposal fell through. The noise of the pub didn't help his headache, but it was far calmer than some of the other places he passed up. He was exhausted though. His wife was proving to be more difficult than he planned with the divorce papers still needing to be filed. He'd do it himself, if he wasn't out of the country. As much as he loved Ayako, they were constantly arguing and actually consummating the marriage had been the only thing on her—and his father's—mind. Whereas he had business to take care of involving all the paperwork and accounting that came along with her joining the Ootori line.

That was all out the window now though, and Kyoya was still struggling with the gossip hounds that occasionally invaded business meetings and discussions, even though the final signing for the divorce was near a year ago. Add that on top of repairing his reputation with current business partners, attempting to regain lost partners, and Tamaki and Kyoya's father trying to find him someone else, and it was no wonder that he spent more evenings in a bar than he wanted.

And that moron keeps bringing Kohaku up. Even my father brought her up at our last dinner meeting. Kyoya scowled, downing his drink angrily before softening up and gazing at the melting ice in his glass. Perhaps… Perhaps I was wrong rejecting her before. He was quick to stifle the very thought of going back on his word about remaining 'just friends' with Kohaku, but that persistent ache in his chest continued to remind him of his stupidity of letting her go. She's dating again too, from what that text said at that get-together with the others. She's probably well on her way to marriage herself.

The mere thought of that sent fire through Kyoya's veins and he mentally scoffed. Yeah, right. She probably ended it ages ago. Her capability to retain her relationships is horrendous. The more he dwelled on it though, the angrier he became until he finally managed to push it aside and continue his evening. Or, at least, he would have if it wasn't for the familiar voice he heard.

"So, I'm on drinks then?"

"You lost the bet, Kohaku. You know the rules."

"Yeah, yeah. I was just confirming, Jason. Go find some poor girl, would ya?"

Someone laughed. "Yeah, right. Like anyone would fall for his pickup lines."

"Oi!"

The group laughed, but Kyoya could barely hear them over the noise of his own heart in his ears and the sound of his ex's voice a few feet away as she approached the bar.

"Three scotch, two on the rocks, and four shots of tequila, please."

Kyoya couldn't resist sneaking a glance, hoping that there was some mistake. Surely, it wasn't his Kohaku. There had to be another Kohaku in England, right? He knew the probability of that being true was little to none, but he couldn't help but hope. Not that he didn't want to see her. It was more like he didn't want to deal with the consequences after laying eyes on her.

He didn't want to feel the guilt of rejecting her. The hate towards himself for picking Ayako over her. The jealousy, the anger, the deep sadness. Already, just from hearing her voice, he could feel the beginnings of it. Of the joy, the happiness as he remembered their time in high school. Her shy smile, her laugh, her brows furrowed in frustration and thought, her kiss, and the stunned surprise that would take over her face when he kissed her out of the blue. But then he remembered the pain. The anger he felt when they were dealing with Tamaki's family issues, the suspicion of her foreknowledge, the deep ache when she left to work on her movie. All of it ate at him, but none of those thoughts stopped his head from turning and his eyes from catching sight of her as she waited for her group's drinks.

And then their eyes locked; blue on brown, frozen for what seemed like an eternity before someone made a move. And surprisingly, it wasn't Kyoya who moved first.

"Kyoya? What… What are you doing here?" Kohaku questioned, though Kyoya spotted the stiffening of her posture signaling that she was slightly uncomfortable.

Kyoya himself, wasn't much better, quickly avoiding eye contact and pushing up his glasses to hide his panicked emotions as he nodded turned back to his drink.

"I'm in town waiting for a business deal to go through."

"Oh." She said, moving over to sit beside him on a stool as she waited. "How's, um… Ayako-san?"

She grimaced a bit, but not because of what she said, but the Japanese honorific that she probably hadn't used in a while.

"We're divorced." He said bluntly, pausing for a moment to gauge her reaction. "Or we would be, if she turned in the papers while I'm gone."

"Huh." Kohaku said idly, nothing close to what Kyoya expected. "What's Ootori the elder have to say about that? Nothing good, I'll bet."

Kyoya's eyes narrowed at the calm woman beside him, suspicious as to what her game was.

"He's not pleased. The media attention has proved to be a handful, him and Tamaki seemed to be of the same mind at the moment and are attempting to find me someone else." He explained.

"Sounds fun."

He grit his teeth at her dull reaction, beginning to get frustration with her lack of response. I need to turn to tables.

"How's the movie? I've yet to see it out."

That did the trick. He could spot her frustrated frown a mile away.

"It's done, but the stupid rating system is apparently having difficulties, so it's stuck for another month before it will be out. The trailer's out online, though this stupid project should have been completed last year. I'd be on tour right now if it had. Interviews and what not. Instead, I'm stuck coming up with another sequel to one of my other book series. It's a pain."

Kyoya wasn't satisfied. Yes, she was annoyed, but not nearly as much as he was. He wasn't trying to be men or cruel to her, but his ever-growing emotions towards his unresolved feelings towards her were taking a toll on him. And it upset him that she didn't appear to have the same problem. Especially since she was rather upset and emotional about their relationship the last time they met. Now, she didn't even seem to care that the man she confessed her love to—on more than one occasion—was sitting beside her after three years of no contact.

The bartender dropped off her drinks then and she gave him a smile and polite 'thanks', only making Kyoya angrier. He got more of a reaction that Kyoya did.

"And I'll bet you're still single too." He piped in then, unable to control the words escaping his lips. "Must be getting bored if you're bar hopping."

He expected another lazy response. Another shrug of the shoulder and a 'yeah, I guess'. Neither of which he received.

"The fuck is your problem?" She snapped angrily, making him turn to her in stunned confusion.

"What?"

"'I'll bet you're still single'." She mocked him with bite to her tone. "I don't care if we're old friends, Kyoya. Don't you go assuming I'm incapable of something just because you're not around."

He didn't understand. Why is she upset? She was single last time. Her ex made it hard for her to date, didn't he? No one gets attacked like that and brushes it off. And with her appearance… his thoughts trailed off uncertainty. Now he was questioning what he'd said and the inadvertent insults accompanying it. He realized then that he'd disrespected her. He'd bluntly told her that because of who she was and how she looked, of course she'd still be single. He immediately began trying to think up some sort of apology, but before he could form it into words, someone interrupted.

"Everything okay, Kohaku?"

Kohaku let out a sigh, closing her eyes and visibly relaxing slightly as she turned towards the speaker. "Yeah, Elias. I just got the drinks."

Elias looked her over with slightly furrowed brows, before looking at Kyoya suspiciously. Kyoya immediately disliked the man, pushing up his glasses and straightening his posture like a rustled cat. Kohaku had spotted Elias's distraction and gestured to Kyoya.

"This is Kyoya, by the way. He's here for business. We were just catching up a bit."

Elias frowned. "Kyoya?"

Kyoya scowled further as Kohaku explained.

"Yeah, from the Host Club in high school. I told you about him, remember?" She didn't wait for his response before turning to Kyoya. "Kyoya, this is Elias Jones, my boyfriend."

Kyoya's scowl deepened. Not only had he insulted Kohaku earlier, but he'd been a wrong. She'd moved on. And the thought of this angered him. He was jealous. Where his marriage had failed, Kohaku had bloomed. She found Elias. She didn't even seem to care about Kyoya nor her previous feelings for him. All eyes were on her new boyfriend. Kyoya had become a dull, side-character, and he was not pleased.

"Hey."

Kyoya said nothing, bobbing his head once and shaking the man's hand before Elias smiled at Kohaku.

"Why don't you to pass out the drinks? I know Jason's eager."

Kohaku glanced at Kyoya briefly, but Elias lightly pressured her.

"I'll be there in a minute. Go on."

She frowned at him. "Don't tell me what to do."

She scoffed, making Kyoya raise a brow, but Elias just chuckled.

"Yes, yes. Sorry." He replied easily, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

Kyoya frowned at the display, but couldn't help but notice how Kohaku's anger completely disappeared at the action. His attention was quickly brought back to Elias though, as the man turned to him with a frown once Kohaku walked off.

"Look. I know you're an old friend of hers, but do me a favor. Back off, alright?"

Kyoya struggled to hold back a scoff. The man before him was hardly intimidating, as was his threat. Even now, Elias's posture sort of crumbled as he continued.

"Just… watch what you say, okay? Whatever you did earlier upset her."

Kyoya raised a brow. "Who says I did anything?"

Elias glared at him for that. "I'm not stupid, you know. Any moron can tell when the person they love is upset."

Kyoya stiffened at that, before remembering where he was at. He wasn't in Japan, where love can be seen as a very serious form of commitment. And yet, the fact that Elias could say that he loved Kohaku so easily made Kyoya wonder. How often had he told Kohaku he loved her when they had been together at Ouran? How often did he show it? And the more he thought about it, the more he realized just how much more Kohaku had shown she cared versus how little he did. And then came the questioning.

Did he still love her? If he did, what was he going to do? She went all the way to France for him. She went out of her way to confess to him after he'd announced his plans to marry sooner. Now here he was, alone, and he'd let her get away. So, what was he going to do to get her back? Did he even want her back? He glanced over at where Elias had rejoined her and one look at her laughing, smiling face said yes. He wanted her back. Needed her back.

So, what was he going to do about it? First thing's first. Kyoya pulled out his cell phone and quickly finished the rest of his drink before the person on the other side picked up.

"Tamaki, I need your help."

(Kohaku's POV)

"So, that was your ex, huh?"

I winced at Elias's jab, but his arm around my waist tightened, reassuring me that he wasn't being accusatory. "Yeah. Well, I didn't expect him to be here, so don't go pinning this on me."

"I'm not pinning anything on you. I'm just curious. You're rather vague when you talk about him, other than the whole 'all-knowing demon' bit."

"I just…" I fidgeted in his hold. "Isn't talking about ex's a big taboo thing in relationships?"

Elias sighed, dropping his head. "I forgot how new to this you are."

"H-Hey!" I complained, lightly offended as I remembered Kyoya's words from earlier and I crumbled slightly. "Sorry I look like this and act too much like a guy to get a decent boyfriend."

"Hey now, what's this? Where's my ever-confident girlfriend?" Elias hummed, before his tone sharpened. "Does this have to do with whatever that jerk said to you?"

"No, no. It's just…" I stopped, before sighing heavily and dragging a hand through my hair. "Okay, yes. Kind of. He just assumed I was still single. And it's not the first time someone's commented on my masculinity and lack of relationships… I don't know why it's bothering me again."

"Because he's your ex." Elias replied easily, making me frown until he explained further. "Anyone would be upset if someone they cared about went and mocked them like that. The fact that he said it means one of two things. He's either a jerk and was a horrible boyfriend."

I snorted.

"Or, he's jealous."

"He didn't even know I was together with you though."

"Maybe not, but you two caught up with each other, right? He could've been jealous of how amazingly great and beautiful my new girlfriend is." Elias grinned, kissing my temple before I jabbed a finger into his ribs.

"Stop it! And there's no way he was jealous of my post-poked movie or sequel book." I grumbled, but a part of me disagreed.

A part of me looked back at my discussion with Kyoya and saw how he'd narrowed his eyes or how his jaw tightened when I said certain things. Maybe… Maybe he was jealous and that was a jab at me to get a reaction he wanted.

"Hm, you just thought I was right, didn't you?" Elias hummed with a smug grin as he broke through my thoughts, and I turned away with red cheeks of embarrassment.

"S-Shut up! What do you know?!"

He chuckled. "More than you think. Like how you frown and furrow your brows when you're thinking. Or how you glance away when you come to a conclusion that proved you wrong."

"I'm not wrong." I grumbled. "I'm just… thinking."

"Of course, of course." He replied, still smiling away. "So, do you still like him?"

I pulled to an abrupt stop, mouth gaping. "W-W-What kind of question is that?!"

"I'd understand if you were." Elias continued, tapping his chin with a finger. "He's definitely the teenage heartthrob. Good job, high status, good looks."

I paled, eyes wide. "Oh, no. Oh, dear God. Y-You're gay, aren't you?" I said quickly, starting to pace as I pulled a hand through my white hair. "Another one. Dear God, another guy I've turned straight. Homosexuals around the world are going to hate me. Shindo, then David, and now—"

"Kohaku! Kohaku, haha! Calm down!" Elias laughed as he grabbed me by the shoulders. "I'm not gay!"

"Y-You're not...?"

He shook his head, greatly amused by my panic. "No, no. Very straight, I assure you."

I punched him in the arm. "Why'd you do that?! God, you scared me!"

"I take it that's happened a lot then?"

"More than I care for." I complained, but he continued to smile.

"As I said though, I can see why you'd like him."

"Shut up. I'm with you." I muttered, still not pleased by his little tease.

"But you still like him, don't you?"

I scowled at him. "Why are you so insistent on this? You were acting all possessive earlier, but now it's like you're trying to push me away. What is it? Are you trying to break up with me?"

"No! No. God, how do I put this?" Elias ran a hand through his hair, a habit he picked up from me. "I want you to admit it. Give me an idea of what I'm working with."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I tried to think about it.

"...Yes. I… I do still like him." I admitted. "But I'm not about to leave you over him. I told you before, we broke up and then he told me upfront that he wasn't interested. I moved on."

Elias smiled softly, kissing me briefly. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I still don't understand a word of what you just said."

He chuckled. "But you still told me."

"And you're not upset?" I questioned suspiciously.

"A bit, but anyone would be. Like I said though, I can see why you liked him."

I frowned. "He got on my nerves."

"Exactly."

I rounded on Elias as he smiled innocently. "You're a pain. I hope you know that."

"Which is why you like me."

I rolled my eyes at that, ignoring his laughter as we headed back to my flat; not knowing the troubles that would occur because of our chance meeting with Kyoya.

There was a loud knock on my door and I groaned, rolling over only to fall off the couch and hit the hard wood floor painfully. The knocking stopped momentarily and I pushed myself up, in a foul mood now that I'd been woken up far too early after a long night of work, and had fallen off the couch in the process. Angrily, I stood and stormed to the door in my white v-neck and green boxer shorts, and yanked the door open. My scowl became one of mild surprise when I realized Kyoya was the one who had disturbed my rest. I opened my mouth to ask why he was here, when a different question popped into my head and my frown returned.

"How the hell did you find out where I lived?"

His eyes snapped up to mine, having he wandering my form in shock at my dress, but before he could answer, I cut him off.

"You know what? Never mind. You probably tracked my mail with Haruhi or used your police force to look up speeding tickets or something." I waved off, turning away and leaving the door open as an invitation for him to come in. "I'll put on some coffee."

I slipped into the kitchen, starting up the coffee pot and grabbing a soda for myself. I returned to the living room, only for Kyoya to glance away once I sat down—one leg over the other—in my chair.

"Could you possibly… put on something more appropriate?" He asked, making me pause in opening my soda; it letting out a long hiss of carbonation.

Is he embarrassed? I questioned, seeing him push up his glasses uncomfortably. Upon spotting the slight link to his cheeks, I knew I was right and couldn't help but feel slightly amused. Aw, an embarrassed Kyoya. How cute. I stood with a smile, catching his annoyed frown as I moved towards the hall.

"Yes, yes. I apologize for my state of undress and lack of proper trousers."

I had to be quiet though, tip-toeing around the guest bedroom and heading into my own to grab a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. I returned to the living room—grabbing Kyoya's mug of coffee along the way—and went back to my previous position.

"Better?" I questioned with a smirk as I went to sip at my drink.

"Less distracting." He agreed, though I let slide the vague flirty undertone to his words.

"So? What's with the far-too-early surprise visit?" I asked and he was rather blunt.

"I wanted to see you."

I stiffened, looking at him for any suspicious tells that he was lying or planning something, but I saw nothing; which was more than worrying.

"A-Alright, but Kyoya, I do have a boyfriend."

He nodded, though didn't look pleased. "I know, however, I… have come to realize a grave mistake I made concerning us, and would still wish to pursue you."

I felt a chill go down my spine, side aching suddenly with phantom pain as old words came to mind.

"I'm not interested! How many times do I have to tell you that?!"

"I'm not giving up on you, Kohaku!"

It felt as though the air was thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. I could sense the panic attack trying to take hold, and closed my eyes; taking a deep breath. This is Kyoya, remember? He wouldn't resort to that. I let the breath out and looked at Kyoya with a serious frown.

"I have no intention of leaving Elias, Kyoya. I care for him more than I have anyone in…" I paused, remembering that the last time I'd been this happy was with Kyoya. "...in a long time. And I'm not about to just turn my back on him because you suddenly decided that you screwed up." I stood and grabbed his half-finished cup of coffee. "Sorry that I'm not the same person who'd chase you to other countries anymore. Now, I think you should go. I doubt Elias would be happy if he woke up to find you here and me less than pleased."

"Elias and you live together?"

"He stays in the spare bedroom after late nights because his flat is further away than mine." I replied. "I'm typically up working anyway."

"I... see."

I sighed heavily. Look, just… I'm sorry, but I'm tired of constantly being hurt by you, okay? I told you how I felt and you turned your back on me. I moved on. I'm sorry you didn't."

I cringed at the harshness of my statements, but didn't apologize, because I meant it. This was just me saying it out loud. Kyoya stood though, heading for the door, but pausing with his hand on the knob.

"I'm sorry, Kohaku, but I do care. And I'll do everything that I can to get you to change your mind."

The door closed behind him and I fell down onto a stool in the kitchen with my head in my hands.

"God dammit." I cursed, groaning loudly in annoyance as I rubbed my aching side. "Why does he have to make things so difficult?"

(No One's POV)

Tamaki bounced along in excitement, pulling his suitcase from the trunk of the cab before grabbing Haruhi's things.

"I'm so excited! Haruhi, we're in England! The country of kings and princes on stallions! Aren't you excited?!"

Haruhi gave him a dirty look; one Tamaki had been trying to remove from her face ever since Kyoya had called.

"No, honestly, I'm not. Like I've told you, this is stupid. I don't care if Kyoya called for your help, we don't have a right to mess up Kohaku's relationship."

Tamaki poured. "We're not messing it up. We're just showing her another option."

"No, we're 'insisting upon' another option. This is why I handle legal dealings for you. You couldn't come up with a provable argument if you tried." Haruhi complained. "And she's happy with Elias. It's not her fault Kyoya screwed up. He needs to get over it and accept that. Wrecking a good relationship will just make her unhappy. Whether she ends up back with him or not."

Tamaki went quiet as they checked into the hotel they'd be staying at, and it was only once they were in their room that he spoke up again.

"But this is the first time he's pushing for what he wants."

Haruhi lifted her eyes from her clothes and frowned. "He fought against his father's wishes."

"Yes, but this is something he can't just wave money or power or intelligence at. He can't do this alone. Haruhi, he asked for help."

Haruhi softened, before sighing. "But we can't just decide what is right for someone. If Kohaku is truly done with him this time, then we all need to accept that."

"...Do you really think she's happy?" Tamaki asked her seriously.

"I don't know." She replied honestly. "I've never met Elias. I haven't seen her with him, but she sounds happy. So, I'm not going to help you and Kyoya. I'm not going to pick sides. I just want to see her be happy."

Tamaki went over and kissed her temple. "Of course. First thing's first though…" He grinned at her wickedly. "We've got to let her know we're here."

He hurried to where he'd left his phone as Haruhi rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"She's not going to be happy, and she'll probably know right away what you're up to."

"I know! Isn't it exciting?!" He chirped with a loud laugh, before Kohaku must have picked up. "Ko-chan! Guess what?!"

Haruhi could practically hear Kohaku groan from the other side of the phone.

"Haruhi and I just landed in England! Isn't that great?! You can show us around and—" Tamaki abruptly stopped and Haruhi raised a brow as he turned to her. "She hung up."

Haruhi snorted, chuckling as her own cell phone buzzed and she checked the text message. She laughed harder as Tamaki came up behind her and pulled her into a hug; chin resting on her shoulder.

"What? Was that Ko-chan?"

Haruhi nodded, holding the phone up for him to see the screen.

Fuck you both.

Tamaki snorted as well, not at all bothered by the language. Kohaku had, after all, changed. Being more outspoken towards him and his 'idiotic plans' was one of them. He couldn't help it though. Who wouldn't want to see their two best friends happily back together? Before he could do that, however, he first needed to see what they were up against. He might very well end up on Haruhi's side even. It all depended on Kohaku and Elias. So, first thing the next morning, Haruhi and Tamaki were outside Kohaku's flat; Tamaki buzzing away on the doorbell with a bright grin on his face. Haruhi, smart person that she was, ducked out of sight as the door was angrily thrust open; leaving all of Kohaku's morning rage aimed at the moron who brought them there at 9am.

"I'll kill you." The tired woman snarled at Tamaki, taking a step out of the doorway towards him. "I'll strangle you with my bare hands, resuscitate you, then beat you to a pulp and drown you in the Thames with your feet in cement blocks. Then, I'll swim down there and tear you apart, bury your limbs in the yards of your hotels and—"

"Alright, alright. That's enough, Kohaku. We don't need an entire rendition of how you're going to murder your friend." A new voice said, an amused young man lightly tugging Kohaku back into the flat by her elbow. "You should have seen her chew out my coworkers at six in the morning." He chuckled good-naturedly. "They haven't called back, and text me now instead if there's an immediate need for me."

Tamaki just stood there stunned as Kohaku grumbled, but didn't put up a fight against Elias's tugging.

"I'll make you some breakfast, yeah? I've got some blueberry scones I can warm up and how's egg and sausage sound?" Elias smiled at Kohaku, who grumbled, before he turned back to her two shocked guests. "You're welcome to join us. She'll cool down in a minute."

They nodded and trailed after him and Kohaku; him chatting idly to the woman about her work. The Suohs couldn't believe the man, who'd so easily 'tamed' the morning demon inside Kohaku. Sure, she only replied in grumbles, but he didn't mind and understood what she was getting at nonetheless. Even giving her suggestions! He then turned to the two of them with a smile.

"Do you two want anything?"

"No, we already ate." Haruhi replied, abruptly elbowing Tamaki, who'd been about to make a comment about trying England's commoner food.

He nodded, before lightly hitting himself on the head. "Ah! Introductions! Sorry. Kohaku, you should have said something." He chided her, earning a scowl in response. "I'm Elias Jones."

"I'm Haruhi and this is my husband, Tamaki Suoh." Haruhi greeted politely and he nodded.

"Kohaku's told me a lot about you two."

There was grumble from Kohaku's end of the table and Elias chuckled as she turned away with pink cheeks of embarrassment. The two hosts were still in quite a bit of shock though. Just how easily Elias handled Kohaku was stunning, and already, Haruhi was beginning to think that Tamaki's plan would go up in smoke.

"So, uh, what was it you do again? Kohaku was a bit vague in her emails."

Kohaku grumbled something again, making Elias roll his eyes.

"I do archeology work here, though I mostly assist in identifying artifacts for museums or private collectors. I occasionally travel for work too. Only about once or twice a year." He replied, before waving Kohaku from the table now that she'd finished eating. "Go get dressed so we can show them around."

She scowled, complaining under her breath about 'stupid morning people', but did as he asked and slinked off to go change from her sweats and tank top. Elias waited until he heard her door close before letting out a deep sigh; gathering up the empty dishes.

"She's quite the handful, isn't she?"

Haruhi and Tamaki smiled.

"We're surprised she even listens this early in the morning." Haruhi commented. "I typically couldn't get her out of bed, much less stop her from mauling Tamaki."

Elias chuckled. "Oh, believe me, it wasn't always like this. We've only been together for five months. That first month and a half, I was terrified to wake her up earlier than noon. She liked to throw things. Hard things."

He shivered along with Tamaki; both having been on that end of things with Kohaku before.

"Anyway, I know why you're both here and I'm pretty sure Kohaku does too." Elias said then, Tamaki immediately attempting to laugh it off.

"Haha! I don't know what you mean! We only came to check on our friend and enjoy the lovely sights of England!"

Elias raised a brow and glanced at Haruhi. "He's not serious, is he?"

Haruhi sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, he is."

"Blimey. You're a terrible liar."

Tamaki quickly ended up in a corner of woe and Haruhi rolled her eyes; ignoring him for now.

"I'm sorry about him. And I'm not playing any part in whatever he's planning. As long as Kohaku is happy, I don't care who she ends up with."

Elias nodded. "I figured as much. Can't say I'm pleased though. It was hard enough trying to get her to look at me, much less date me seriously. Having to fight her friends because of her ex isn't exactly what I had in mind. And from what she's told me, you're all rather great people. So, I'd like to get along with you, but it seems that's going to be difficult with everyone on Kyoya's side."

"Sorry." Haruhi apologized. "We've been trying to keep them together since Kohaku first expressed feelings for him. They just seemed to fit well, so long as they weren't fighting over trivial things. He messed up this time though, and I'm not surprised that Kohaku's finally standing up for herself, but I'm worried. You seem like a nice guy and everything, but…"

"But you don't want any of your friends hurt." Elias finished with a nod. "No, I understand. I'm like you. I only want what's best for her. Even if it means she ends up back with him."

Haruhi looked at him in shock as he chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"S-Seems kind of cowardly now that I've said it out loud. I've never had much of a backbone. Took my friends a lot of convincing to try and get me to get Kohaku's attention, much less keep it. But, uh… that's all I want, really. I'd love it if she was happy with me, but even I can see there's still something between them. So, if she changes her mind, I understand. I'll be upset, but if she's happy, what more could I want?"

Haruhi's respect for Elias was at an all-time high after he said that, making her feel all the more guilty for whatever Tamaki and Kyoya were planning. What none of them knew though, was that Kohaku had been just outside the door and heard the entire thing. God, what am I going to do?

(Kohaku's POV)

I hated this. Every second I felt uncomfortable, cautious, suspicious even. Every move Tamaki made, made me question if it was for some bigger plan of his to get me and Elias to breakup. I waited for it too, for Kyoya to pop up out of nowhere and start something, but as the day went on, nothing happened. Tamaki continued to be an idiot, gaping at every famous site we went to. Haruhi dealt with him, as per norm, and there was hide nor hair of Kyoya. Elias had begun to sense my anxiety as well, being sure to keep me close and being far more outgoing with his displays of affection. It was just so hard to relax when I knew they were up to something.

"Haruhi? Can we take a break for a second?" Elias asked. "I'm a bit tuckered out."

"Ah, sure. Sorry. I'm so used to chasing Tamaki around… I'll go ahead and grab him. You can stay here." She replied, hurrying off to nab Tamaki.

Elias though, turned to me, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me down onto the bench behind me.

"You seriously need to relax. They're not up to anything right now, and even if they were, you freaking out about it isn't going to help any of us."

I groaned, dropping my head into my hands and tugging on my hair. "I know. I know, but I can't stop thinking that they're going to do something to break us up, or Kyoya's going to pop up out of nowhere and start something." I grimaced, reaching around to grab my side as phantom pain reared its ugly head.

Elias sighed, sitting beside me and pulling me over to lean on him. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're panicking yourself when there's nothing you need to worry about. I may not know Kyoya that well, but from what you told me, he would never hurt you the way Tyler did. You're worried, I know, but you should trust them a bit more; don't you think? They only want what's best for you and I'm not about to give in without a fight."

"That's not what you said in the kitchen." I mumbled under my breath and he groaned.

"I should have known you were listening in. Why do you change your clothes so fast?" He complained before kissing my temple. "And I meant what I said, Kohaku."

"But—"

He cut me off before I could argue. "However; I'm still going to try my best to make you happy. And if my best isn't enough, well… then I suppose we're not meant to be."

"Don't say that." I murmured, leaning further into him. "I love you."

"And I do too, but relationships are complicated. Feelings are fickle. You never know what will happen. And my goal is to make you happy. With or without Kyoya."

I frowned, tipping my head back to look at him. "You're making this difficult." I laid back on his lap with a stretch and closed my eyes. "You and him and those two bumbling idiots. I wish people would just listen to my feelings instead of making plans and decisions behind my back."

"Alright then." He hummed, fingers lightly rushing through my hair. "What do you want?"

I glanced up at his caramel colored eyes, remembering when Tamaki ask me that very same question when I was struggling with what to do about my feelings towards Kyoya. What do I want? I silently wondered. I love Elias and I like Kyoya, is it the same 'like' as before? Has it lessened? Has it grown? Do I like them the same? What do I want? My brows furrowed, not seeing Elias's amused expression as I tried to come up with a response. Finally, I could form words, though I doubted either of us expected what came out of my mouth.

"I need to talk to Shindo."

"Shindo?" Elias questioned as I sat up. "Bisexual, married, wanted to date you in high school Shindo?"

"Mm." I hummed, a bit confused myself as to why I suddenly wanted to see him.

"Well, uh… that was rather unexpected. Do you know where he is?"

I turned to Elias in surprise. "Y-You don't mind?"

"So long as you're not adding another person to this little problem of yours, no. Why should I? If he can help you figure things out, then I'm fine with it."

I leaned over and kissed him. "You're the best."

"Yes, well, thanks? Considering the circumstances, I'll assume that was a point in my favor, but could you possibly postpone your meeting with Shindo until your two friends are entertained?" He questioned. "As nice as they are, I don't know how I'd fair on my own with the blonde one."

I snorted at that. "Yeah, yeah. I'll wait. No worries."

"Oh, thank God." Elias sighed in relief, hugging me before Haruhi and Tamaki returned to continue our little tour.

Or so I said, but I'd gotten lucky. The moment I called Shindo to confirm whether he was in Japan still or not, he was having a bit of a tiff with his husband. This meant that, instead of me coming to him, he'd be coming here to me. Though, in a way, I was still going to him since there was no way I was going to risk us getting overheard by Elias, or interrupted by Tamaki or Kyoya, if I stayed at home. Elias wasn't pleased that I'd be staying over in Shindo's hotel room for a day or two, but he trusted me. He was more concerned over Tamaki possibly showing up while I was gone, than Shindo and I. He'd mentioned that his faith in me was more a faith of my boxing skills, but either way, I needed some help and Shindo was apparently the man to go to. That being said, I wasn't disappointed.

Shindo had managed to get one of the best rooms in the hotel—having used his husband's credit card to spite the man—and already had it set up to what was undoubtedly going to be a night of anger, tears, and all around feeling sorry for ourselves. Food was piled up on a coffee table within arm's reach of the mountain of cushions and pillows resting on the floor in front of the television; which was hooked up to a video game console. Already, the title screen of some horror game flickered on the TV and half a pint of double chocolate brownie ice cream was missing. Must have been some fight. I mused the moment I'd been let in and spotted the mess.

"Um, Shindo, if you want I-I can just come back some other time." I called out to him as he rifled through the kitchen area. "You seem to be a bit… upset?"

He stormed out of the kitchen and shoved a—rather expensive—bottle of scotch into my hands with a stern frown. "No. We are going to sit here, drink, and enjoy ourselves while you tell me what's going on. Now, sit."

I held my hands up in surrender, doing as he said. I knew better than to prod him about what was going on. He'd tell me eventually. Soon, if the difficulty of the game wasn't too bad. Feels weird to still play games to vent our frustration at this age, but I suppose whatever works, works. Mid-thirties or otherwise. We started playing the game, getting into it without starting our discussion for a while, but that was why I was here. I couldn't avoid it forever.

"So?" Shindo chimed in, pouring us both some drinks as we waited for the next level to load. "What's this about? Trouble in paradise with you and Elias?"

I frowned, thinking about how to phrase things. Shindo, after all, had stayed in Japan with his husband, so we didn't meet up as often as we had in high school. Meaning, he didn't know Kyoya was in town, much less attempting to get me back.

"Come on, then. Out with it." He pressed lightly.

"Kyoya's in town." I blurted out, not missing the way Shindo's head snapped around in shock. "He got a divorce and we bumped into each other at a pub. Next thing I know, he's showing up at my flat saying he's going to take me back."

"You're kidding. Please tell me you're joking."

"I wish I was. Why do you think I'm here? That idiot Tamaki is in England too, no doubt here to try and convince me to go back to Kyoya. I needed someone a bit less bias towards one side or the other to help me figure things out. Hence, why I'm here."

He let out a long whistle. "Talk about trouble. I'm assuming you still have feelings for Glasses then?"

I grumbled. "Yes and no. I like him. Or, well, love him I suppose. I love Elias though too. It's like high school all over again, except… I don't know. I'm worried."

I grimaced as my side ached, an action Shindo caught sight of.

"You alright?" He asked in concern.

"No, not really. You know what happened with Tyler." I bit out through clenched teeth. "And that only happened because I wasn't paying attention to how he felt. Now I have to worry about Kyoya and Elias. And Elias keeps saying how it's all up to me and he'll back off if it makes me happy, but it doesn't." I tossed my controller onto some pillows as my character died, in frustration. "This whole stupid situation keeps happening and I hate it! I hate being forced into a position like this, where I'm stuck making decisions that won't make anyone happy! I just… I don't know what to do anymore."

Shindo paused the game, reaching over and rubbing my back comfortingly. "Have you thought about going off someplace? Take some place somewhere by yourself to clear your head."

"No, I don't want to keep running away. That will just make the Tyler thing happen all over again."

"Oh, enough about him, Kohaku. Not every guy you like is going to go and overreact like that big idiot." Shindo argued. "And if you want to stop running away, then you've got to get over that first. You can't let him ruin everything."

I scowled at him. "You want me to move on? Shindo, I was stabbed! You can't just walk away from something like that!"

"But you can stop projecting it onto every male that happens to love you enough to not want to give up on you!" He returned. "You and I both know neither Kyoya nor Elias would do that to you! No matter how desperate! So, stop running from them and think!"

I shrunk into myself a bit, knowing he was right. He sighed heavily though, lowering his voice.

"Look, I get it. You're scared and still worried that what happened before might happen again, but where's Kohaku? She's smarter than that. She's braver than that. She would know that Elias and Kyoya would never do anything to hurt her. She also knows that if she needs help or to talk about something bugging her like this, she'd tell someone or consider professional help."

I frowned at the thought of spilling my—frankly impossible—lifestyle and secrets to a stranger and Shindo smiled slightly.

"Now then, if that's out of the way, do you want to tell me what's really going on? I doubt you're confused about this due to your past trauma."

"I already told you—"

"No. You told me about how your ex attacking you is preventing you from coming up win a response to Kyoya's actions. Throw Tyler out the window for a second. Or repeatedly, if you could." He joked, making me snort. "What's your feelings for Elias? We'll start simple."

"He's… He's great. He's funny and comforting. He knows how to take care of me and likes me for who I am." I said, feeling a small smile on my face as I spoke about him. "He's a bit shy, but stands up for me even when it's obvious he couldn't possibly beat his opponent. He knows what I like and is quick to show affection. I love him."

Shindo nodded. "Good. Now, what do you hate about him?"

I furrowed my brows, confused at the question, but thought about it. "I… don't like how often he's pulled away for work, but I do the same, so—"

"No, no, no." Shindo cut me off. "Don't justify anything. Just tell me what you hate. We'll get nowhere if you keep bringing yourself into it."

I nodded, thinking some more. "I hate how clingy and overprotective he can be sometimes. Like when he complained about me flying to LA for a meet-and-greet. I hate that he smokes when he's out with friends and he teases me about my sodas when he chugs those disgusting protein shakes. And he leaves his dirty clothes everywhere!"

"Ugh, I hate that!" Shindo agreed, sipping his drink and haphazardly fighting an enemy with his freehand. "Alright, now tell me about Glasses. What do you like 'bout him?"

"Hm." I hummed, having not thought about it since high school. "He's challenging. Puts up a fight and doesn't make things easy, and pushes me to step up to his level. He's not super affectionate, but I like when he initiates it, simply because he's not affectionate. Makes me feel special because I'm the one that broke through. And he keeps up with me intellectually and is quick to understand what I want and will make sure I get it. He stands up for me, but knows when I can handle myself and when to stop me from going too far. He… He thought I was a guy, but still loved me and even now, he… he doesn't care that getting back together with someone who looks and acts the way I do could mean the end of his reputation… He's fighting to get me back…"

I let that thought trail off for a while, barely focusing on the game before I shook my head and chugged down the rest of my scotch; refilling it and turning to the amused Shindo.

"And things you hate?"

I groaned, looking back at the screen as I pounded away at the buttons of my controller. "Everything. He's selfish, a jerk. He argues all the time over pointless things and has to complain or sigh loudly whenever I do something he doesn't like. He's business orientated, but never sees the bigger picture when I'm involved. He gets insanely jealous and hates when I do anything without consulting him first. He's an all-around obnoxious ass."

Shindo chuckled in amusement. "Well, now that everything's sitting out in the open, what do you think about Elias? Collectively. Like give me one sentence that describes him."

I had the perfect sentence. "He's a dog."

Shindo choked on his drink, letting out a croaky, "W-What?!"

"He's a dog. Loyal, does what he's told, good companion, but dirty, chews up your stuff and if you plan on going anywhere without him, he whines and bowls all night." I explained, sending Shindo into a fit of laughter.

"O-Oh, I can't wait to hear what Kyoya is."

"He's like my neighbor's cat. Does things when and how he wants, has his own agenda; you bring home a new pet and he judges them severely. He comes to you for affection and can be sweet and cuddle, but still poops in my flowers like he owns the place."

Shindo couldn't stop laughing for a while, having to pause the game until he could control himself long enough to ask the fated question.

"S-So, which one are you adopting? T-The loyal but whiny pup o-o-or the sassy, judging cat?"

I scowled. "I don't know. That's why I came to you."

"I can't make the decision for you, Kohaku. However, I do know that while the joy of having a puppy may seem great in the short run, if we're thinking about long term, perhaps a cat might be better. You never know, but you need to think about the long term now, not just being comfortable for another month or two."

I sighed, knowing that he was right and I had been focusing more on my short term further and not the ultimate outcome. I hadn't even considered marriage or raising kids. Do I even want those things? I continued to think silently; Shindo staying quiet, knowing I was concentrating.

"I need to find out what they want." I finally blurted out. "Long term. See if it matches up with me or if we'll butt heads." I turned to Shindo, who raised a brow. "I need to talk to them individually. No interruptions."

"Sounds good. Do you know what you're going to ask?"

I nodded, beginning to feel determined. "Oh, yeah."

"Ooh, you made chills go down my spine, Ko-chan. I'd hate to be the one you're asking."

(No One's POV)

Kyoya was rather confused as he sat and waited at a cafe, sipping some coffee. When Kohaku had called, he was expecting her to blow up at him for dragging Tamaki and Haruhi into things. That being said, he felt a bit uncomfortable in the more public setting he was in now; upon her request. Does she want to make a scene? He wondered, slightly concerned on the damage such a public display would cause, but he had chosen to fight to get her back. Some damage was expected. Of course, that didn't change the fact that he was nervous. And she's late. He frowned, checking his watch. Just then, Kohaku entered, panting and out of breath. She soon spotted him and hurried over, ordering some ice water as she took her seat.

"Sorry I'm late. Lost track of time. Ah, Shindo apologizes too." She replied, making his frown deepen.

She's involving him in this too? He then got a good look at her and understanding dawned on him.

"Water and a good meal is better for a handover than trying to sweat out the alcohol." He commented lightly, sipping his drink once more.

She blinked at him as the waitress dropped off her water. "I'm doing both, actually. Why do you think I picked here?"

She smiled cheekily and ordered some lunch for herself before turning to him. He indulged, ordering a simpler meal and the waitress left. Kohaku let out a long sigh, drinking some of her water and rolling her left shoulder with a grimace. Kyoya kept an eye on the motion, taking in the firm muscles of her arm exposed by the sleeveless hoodie she wore, as well as trying to figure out whether she pulled a muscle or not. She must have caught him staring though, and spoke.

"I'll ice it when I get home." She said with a knowing look. "It's been a while since I worked out my less dominant arm the way I did today. Just strained it, is all, so you can stop looking at me like that, mother."

He couldn't help the small smile at hearing the familiar teasing nickname he'd carried in Ouran as part of the Host Club, and pushed up his glasses.

"Yes, well, I've yet to find anything interesting to examine until now." He flirted, searching for a reaction.

Sure enough, Kohaku caught the hidden subtext and her cheeks went pink as she tried to say something, only for the waitress to return with their orders. Thus, ruining what Kyoya had been aiming for. The two of them ate in silence for a bit—some more elegantly then others—and Kyoya finally decided to figure out what was going on. She wasn't yelling at him, after all, so why call him out when he's the one trying to pursue her.

"You wished to see me about something?" He questioned and she nodded, humming through a mouthful of food.

"Hm." She swallowed and chugged down some water, making Kyoya sigh at her table manners. "First off, I don't appreciate mummy ratting me out to daddy. He hasn't left me alone all week." She complained, her fork aimed at Kyoya's face.

He lightly pushed it away. "I simply asked for some… advice. Him flying over here with Haruhi was not my doing."

She snorted. "Uh-huh. Big clever Kyoya didn't foresee Tamaki flying down here when he mentioned wanting me back. Yeah, right."

"I only questioned what I should do. I didn't force him onto a plane, though I may have had an inkling of what my questioning may have provoked."

She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "God, do you always have to talk like you're fighting for a business deal? Relax. I'm not here to chew you out about that moronic blonde harassing me."

"Then?" Kyoya pressed, leaning back and relaxing as she said.

She hesitated; Kyoya quickly spotting the old signs of nervousness from when she was at Ouran. A hand through her hair, lack of eye-contact, lip chewing, fiddling with her fork. Why is she so nervous?

"Why?"

Kyoya raised a brow, confused by her question. "Excuse me?"

"Why?" She practically groaned. "Why are you going through all this trouble just for me? Why me? Have you even thought about what you'd do if you convince me? If you didn't? Your reputation? How we'll be treated? Kids? No kids? Marriage? A second divorce? Our jobs? Our friends? Your family? What are you trying to gain by suddenly pursuing me like this? I don't get it. Why me?"

Kyoya remembered her asking him this before.

"Why me?"

It was back in France. When she had hunted him down. When she fought to get him back. When she wore that slim red dress, and couldn't look herself in the mirror. This was different, though. She was nervous, but not because of how she viewed herself. She'd gotten over that in the last few years they'd been apart. No, she was nervous for his response. Would he lie? Would he skirt around the answer? Or worse, would he answer truthfully? Kyoya himself had to think for a second. One couldn't just answer a loaded question like that so easily. And after a moment's thought, he came to a conclusion. He would answer her the same way he did back then.

"Because I love you."

(Kohaku's POV)

I hadn't expected that, opening my mouth to respond, only to close it with furrowed brows. Not entirely unexpected, but a bit obvious? He wouldn't be doing this if he hated me. And he didn't answer much… Am I overthinking this? I glanced up, seeing a slightly bemused expression on Kyoya's face and my frown deepened. I am, and he knows it.

"What about if you manage to convince me? What then?" I asked, wanting to hear his other answers; like those I'd already gotten from Elias.

"Hm." He hummed, drinking some of his coffee before grimacing.

Must be cold.

"My father expects an heir eventually." He responded, waving down a waiter for a refill. "Though I could care less about what he wants at this point. It'll depend on you, I suppose. Though I doubt I personally will be able to deal with more than a few, especially if we'll both be working."

I listened silently, rather surprised at his answer. He's… He's really thought this through, hasn't he? Elias was a bit more…

"Kids? Sure. I wouldn't mind a few. Whatever you want."

"As for marriage, it either happens or it doesn't. If either of us are uncomfortable with the notion, then so be it. I won't force it; however, no marriage means no children. That is something I will adamantly insist on."

Understandable. Japanese culture is like that, and it's something that makes sense. Having kids out of wedlock is messy. I agreed.

"As for my family, well, my sister and father are both rather taken with you and I'm sure you're perfectly capable of handling my brother Akito and whatever the media decides to spit out." Kyoya shrugged, lifting his refilled drink to his mouth. "I could care less about the press and if my business partners don't approve… well, we'll just have to show them they're wrong, won't we?"

His smirk sent a chill down my spine and I didn't miss how he'd changed to present tense. As though he's already won me over. Cheeky. I mused, unable to help the small smile that flickered onto my face. I had this stirring in my stomach too. Elias's answers had mostly been various versions of "sure" or "whatever makes you happy." And while I didn't mind his willingness to commit, I had this feel that—in the long run—things wouldn't turn out so well. Where was the fight? The challenge? Elias gave in so easily without thinking it through and without considering what he'd want. I felt that if it continued, one day he would decide he wanted something but would stay silent and only end up hurt. We both would. And yes. Kyoya and I would undoubtedly butt heads and argue, but we'd see how each other thought. We'd understand each other's point of view, and—just as in Ouran—we would find our own ways back to one another and apologize.

I continued to think it over the whole way back to my flat, after Kyoya and I had split ways. It bothered me. I wanted to stay with Elias since he made me happy, but the more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Kyoya would do the same. He had realized he made a mistake and was willing to risk everything he worked for to get me back. Elias was willing to put up a fight, but already I could see him being wishy-washy. He was willing to drop me. Kyoya wasn't. Not anymore. When I entered my silent flat and saw the blinking light on the answering machine, I groaned. Shindo, probably. I need to clear my head though. He can wait.

I passed the machine and changed again, my body ready for a long run despite the exercise I'd done not a few hours earlier. I pulled my hood up and put in my earbuds to blast some Kpop, and took off down the road. The long run was just what I needed and, though I returned home exhausted, I was ready to talk. If not to Shindo, then Haruhi. I called back Shindo first, getting an excited response from him and a grumble from his husband; who'd flown over to apologize and make up with him. Then, I called Haruhi.

"Hello?"

"Hey, uh, Haruhi. You think you can sneak away from your needy husband for a while? I know a great massage place next to a gelato cafe."

"You had me at massage." She replied. "I'll tell him I need a break at the library. He hates them."

I smiled. "Cool. Meet me here then? About an hour? I went jogging, so I need to shower first."

"Sure. See you in an hour."

We hung up and I stretched before relaxing on my couch for a second. I made myself get up though, committed to my shower and once out and dressed, I grabbed an ice pack for my shoulder and settled down with my laptop to wait for Haruhi. She showed up a little early, but we headed out anyway and were quick to get our massage started.

I groaned in ecstasy as the woman massaging on my back began to work away at the knots. "Watch my left shoulder. I sprained it earlier today." I informed her and she hummed in acknowledgment before Haruhi spoke up.

"So? What's going on that you ditched Shindo for me?"

"For one thing, his husband flew over and made up with him." I replied.

"That's good."

I hummed. "And I wanted to see what you think after what I learned today questioning Elias and Kyoya."

I gave her a quick rundown of my questions and their answers, as well as my conflicted feelings on the matter. And even I could tell she was stuck on a response too.

"So… you think you might like Kyoya more because he's challenging and pushes you, whereas Elias is likely to give in and let you do what you want…"

I turned to her in shock. "Dear God, I'm a masochist, Haruhi! I can't be a masochist!"

She turned to me with an annoyed look. "I think that's the least of your worries, because it sounds to me like you've already picked Kyoya."

"I haven't picked anyone." I retorted and she sighed.

"The way I see it, you're coming up excuses to not break up with Elias. You like him, but with Kyoya suddenly deciding to do something out of character and chase after you, you know you like him more. Now, you're just trying to convince yourself that you're wrong, because you're afraid of what the risks are."

"I'm not afraid." I argued and she raised a disbelieving brow.

"Oh, really? Remind me again of how many times you chased after Kyoya only for him to reject you or get angry."

I opened my mouth to respond, but she wasn't finished.

"Or how about when you spilled about your foreknowledge and took a stand for yourself, only for you two to break up before you started working on your movie?"

"W-Well—"

"Better yet!" She cut me off. "You showing up at our party after years of no-shows, where you confessed to him only for him to speed up getting married with some rich snob? And let's not forget what happened when you broke up with Tyler."

"Alright!" I finally gave in, sitting up as the massagers went on their way. "Fine, I get it. I don't handle rejection well and yes, that's a part of why I'm hesitating. I'll admit that, but… I don't want to hurt Elias either. He's a really good guy and I do love him, it's just…"

"He'll move on, Kohaku." Haruhi replied. "If he had enough guts to walk up to you and ask you out, I'm sure he'll be able to do it again. So, stop worrying about what others are going to do, and figure out what it is you want to do."

I groaned. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?"

"Because we all know how you are, Kohaku." She said as we went and got dressed. "You always work hard to make sure everyone else is happy before you worry about yourself. In this situation though, not everyone is going to be happy, so you need to step back and focus on yourself first."

I sighed heavily, pulling a hand through my hair. "You know, I actually feel more tense after that massage."

She snorted as we headed out to the cafe next door. "You're only doing it to yourself."

"Yeah, well…" I glanced up at the grey sky solemnly. "I guess l have to figure out what to do… Tomorrow's going to be a pain."

I paced back and forth in the living room, passing a hand through my hair nervously with my arm wrapped around my stomach in a vain attempt to quell the phantom ache in my side. I stopped and looked at the clock on my wall, groaning before resuming my pacing. It's okay. I can do this. It won't end up like last time. And I'm not breaking up with him to get back with Kyoya. I thought it over last night and made sure I understood what I was doing. This isn't a pissing contest over who's better than who. It's me realizing trust my feelings toward Elias aren't what I thought they were. I'm breaking up with him to keep from us both getting hurt. I won't even bring Kyoya into the picture. He has little to do with my decision to break up with Elias. I made the choice. Me. Not Kyoya. I'm ending it because I love Elias, but not to the extent I thought I did. That's it. Nothing else.

I stopped pacing, took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. And it would have worked too, if I hadn't heard the keys rattle in the lock. All the color drained from my face as I looked around in a panic. I can't do this. I can't do this! T-T-There's no way I can do this! Run! Hide! For God's sake, move! It was too late though. By the time my body snapped out of it enough to make to hide, the door opened and Elias walked in. He stopped and raised a brow at my position; my body paused mid run towards the back rooms.

"I take it that you're in a panic." He deduced, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. "Should I come back later?"

"No!" I half-shouted, knowing that if I didn't say it now, I would never get the courage to say how I felt.

You can do it, Kohaku. Don't let this end up like last time because you decided to chicken out last minute. I swallowed thickly before just spitting it out.

"Elias, I think we should break up."

Oh, smooth. My mind mocked me as I winced. What happened to not hurting him and easing into it?

Elias was silent for a moment as I shuffled in place and tried to backtrack a bit.

"No, I mean, that's not what I meant to say. It is! B-But it isn't. Oh, I wanted to ease into it, but I went and just blurted it out. Um, y-you see, I love you. Really, b-but I just don't think this will work out. You're sweet and all, but y-you always do what I want and it's nice, h-however I can see so many problems. N-Not that it's because of you or anything! I-I just think… I-I-I think it won't work, is all…"

"...You're just going back to Kyoya."

"No!" I argued. "No, I never said that! Kyoya has nothing to do with this!"

Elias raised a brow. "We were fine until he showed up. Why don't you admit it?"

"Because! He didn't do anything! I-I just looked into our relationship more a-and made this choice! I'm not getting together with anyone! I wanted to explain things to you… it's my choice. I swear. Kyoya had nothing to do with it."

"You sure are defending him pretty hard, for it not being his fault." Elias pressed and I groaned.

"Because I'm trying to explain and you're not listening! You always just give in to me a-and I felt it was going to be an issue in the long run. That's all!"

He frowned. "And instead of coming to talk to me about it, you just decide to end it?"

"It wasn't an easy decision for me either." I attempted to reason with him, but the pain in my side was getting worse as our argument progressed.

"The way I see it, you changed ever since your ex came back." Elias replied, already heading for the door. "Wouldn't it just be easier to admit it instead of continuing to lying to me?"

"I'm not lying!"

"Fine. It's fine. I'll go. Have fun with your ex."

"Elias, would you just listen to me?!" I cried out, but the door closed and I let out a hiss of pain as I clutched at my side. "D-Dammit."

I tried to get to the door, but the pain was too much and when I glanced at my side, I paled. It was like I was back in that alleyway all over again. Elias hadn't touched me. Hadn't come near me, but I swore I could see and feel the blood slipping through my fingers. I grimaced and made for the couch, falling into it and doubling over. I clenched my eyes shut and worked hard to calm my breathing to prevent a possible panic attack. Nothing happened. You're better than this. Don't let him get to you. After a few moments, I had relaxed to a point, but still felt very uncomfortable and upset about how I'd screwed things up and broke off with Elias so poorly.

An urge came up then. Not exactly the best choice, but no one was about to stop me. So, I got up and changed, putting on a coat before heading out. I spent the rest of the evening in a loud club, getting drunk out of my mind and spilling my tale to complete strangers. It wasn't a bad idea in my mind, but then again, I'd yet to deal with the extensive hangover. Any idea seemed fun until the next morning when you have to deal with the consequences. For now though, I was desperate to forget what happened and what better way than getting blackout drunk?

(No One's POV)

Haruhi groaned as the phone rang loudly, disturbing her sleep. She rolled over, ignoring Tamaki's protesting arm that tried to tug her back to him, and blearily glanced at the clock. The ridiculously early time of four in the morning did not improve her mood and she answered the phone with a growl.

"Do you know what time it is?" She snapped, not caring who was on the other end.

"Haruhi!~" A loud shout came over the phone, accompanied by equally loud music pumping in the background. "Hello!"

Haruhi sat up in bed with furrowed brows. "Kohaku? Where are you?"

"This amazing club! Everyone's so nice! A pretty lady bought me a drink!"

Haruhi groaned, dragging a hand down her face as she realized what kind of bar Kohaku was at. "Kohaku, and what are you doing? I thought you were figuring things out with Elias today."

There was silence on the other end and Haruhi grew concerned.

"Kohaku?"

There was a loud sniffle then, and Haruhi's face fell.

"Kohaku, what's wrong?"

"H-He got angry, Haruhi. I-I tried to explain, b-but he wouldn't listen a-a-and it's all my fault."

Haruhi got out of bed, ignoring Tamaki's concerned gaze, and beginning to get dressed. "Kohaku, where are you?"

Kohaku rattled off an address before Haruhi told her to stay there and hung up. As she began tying her shoes, she explained the situation to Tamaki.

"Kohaku broke up with Elias and they had a fight. She's at a gay bar down the road, completely drunk. I'm going to go pick her up before she ends up passed out in an alley covered in vomit. The moron."

"I'll come too." Tamaki offered, getting up himself and Haruhi nodded.

They soon got to the bar and Haruhi walked in easily, ignoring the stares aimed at Tamaki behind her, and making a bee-line through the crowd for the white-haired host surrounded by young men and women attempting to comfort her.

"Kohaku, come on. Let's go." Haruhi called out and Kohaku lifted her head with tears in her eyes as she sniffed loudly.

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi resigned herself to Kohaku's hug and the stench of alcohol that clung to her clothes, as the drunk woman bid farewell to her new friends and they made their way to the exit.

"I don't wanna go home." Kohaku grumbled as she was helped into the car and Haruhi sighed.

"Fine. You can stay with us, but I want an explanation. What happened?"

Kohaku sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I-I messed up. I went to explain. It was my choice, b-but he thought it was Kyoya a-and we fought about it. I-I couldn't explain it right a-and everything just… Haruhi, don't take me back. I-I don't wanna go home."

"We're not going to your house. You can stay with Tamaki and I. And it's not your fault. If Elias didn't get it, then who cares? It's over, so move on from him. This is what you wanted, remember? Your choice, so don't go regretting it now."

"H-Haruhi, you're so nice!" Kohaku bawled, clinging to the woman comforting her with a sigh.

It was going to be a long night.

Haruhi sighed loudly, having just exhausted herself by staying up all night comforting Kohaku as she vomited almost continuously for a good hour. She'd finally stopped not too long ago, only to start bawling and sharing her story repeatedly. Haruhi got the gist of what happened at this point and had finally gotten Kohaku to sleep just as the clock hit 9am. Haruhi was glad Tamaki had already prepared the coffee and handed her the mug.

"How's Kohaku?"

"She stopped vomiting and is sleeping now. She shouldn't be up for a few more hours, and then she'll have a hell of a hangover."

"Hm." Tamaki hummed, passing over some breakfast as well. "She explained what happened then?"

Haruhi nodded. "Repeatedly. A bad breakup with Elias."

Tamaki winced. "How bad?"

"He wasn't willing to listen to her explain, blamed Kyoya, and didn't believe her when she attempted to explain. You know how she is with confrontations though."

Tamaki nodded in understanding. "She looks up, panics, over thinks, then becomes a nervous wreck. I'm surprised Elias didn't know."

Haruhi snorted. "Did you see those two together? Kohaku was the big strong 'man' in the relationship. She probably never showed that side to him."

Tamaki smirked, raising a suspicious brow. "So, you knew they wouldn't work out."

"Hm… not so much 'knew' as 'guessed'. I mean, yes. He was good for her and knew her quirks and—with time—he probably would have seen it, but it had already been a while. And the fact that she still hadn't shown him that side of her, kind of gave away that she wasn't completely comfortable with him."

"Whereas Kyoya broke through her shy shell and discovered the 'strong' Kohaku." Tamaki mused. "She then used the strong persona to hide the shy one, and Elias didn't notice."

Haruhi nodded. "He liked her for the strong persona and she recognized that and refused to show him the weak one." Haruhi shook her head. "The moron. If she keeps hiding pieces of herself from people, then how does she expect to find someone?"

"I think…" Tamaki smiled into his mug. "I think she wants someone like Kyoya. She's not giving parts of herself up because she already believes people will break through and find them like Kyoya did. However, she can't seem to find someone like that. Kyoya's been the only one."

Haruhi gave him a look. "She's never going to believe that."

"Sure, she will." He argued confidently. "She just has to convince herself it's true. Sooner she admits it, the sooner she'll know what she needs to do."

"Get back with Kyoya…"

"Perhaps. It's her decision though. You'll never know what conclusion she'll come up with. She might very well just prove me wrong."

"Can't wait." Haruhi replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Mo, Haruhi! You're always so mean when Kohaku's around!" Tamaki whined.

"And you're much more annoying. So, I think we're even." She hummed with a smug smile.

"So mean…"

(Kohaku's POV)

I woke up feeling absolutely horrible. My head felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it and my stomach was twisting itself into knots. I groaned, rolling over only to recoil and bury myself under the covers at the blinding sunlight coming in through the window. Best part was, I had no idea what happened. I remembered my argument with Elias and going drinking—unfortunately—but then everything went dark. I should have been worried about where I was, but my head hurt too much to even consider looking around and figuring it out.

I winced as something outside the room let out a muffled 'bang'—the sound ringing in my ears as though it was right beside me—and I groaned again as footsteps headed closer to where I was at. Even the door opening sounded like someone clapped next to my ear, but that didn't even compare to how loud Tamaki's wake-up call was.

"Kohaku!~" He practically shouted. "It's time to wake-up! We even got you some lun—" He was abruptly cut off when I grabbed the first object within reach and chucked it at him.

He hit the ground hard—a red bump forming on his forehead from the alarm clock I'd thrown—and I snarled at him from my place on the bed.

"You are dead if you talk to me in more than a whisper. I have a headache the size of Mount Fuji and if you do not leave this room, right now, you'll wish that alarm clock was all I throw at you."

He sat up, pale, and covered his mouth to keep silent, but I hardly noticed; having turned a rather nice shade of green before untangling myself from the blankets and diving into the bathroom to vomit.

A few minutes later, as I groaned over the porcelain bowl, a soft knock came to the door. Thankfully, it was Haruhi and not the noisy blonde.

"Kohaku, there's some soup in the dining room. You need to eat if you want to feel any better."

I groaned something resembling, "give me a minute" as she headed out to probably comfort her whining husband. It took me a while before I could walk down the hall to the dining room without feeling like I wanted to revisit what was left of the alcohol and chips I had the night before. Of course, none of this fixed the frustration I felt towards Tamaki; especially since there was a very unwanted guest at the table. Sitting beside Tamaki, was Kyoya. His dark eyes met mine and I bristled at the raised brow aimed my way; turning back towards the door.

"I'll have something later. I'm going ba—"

"No!" Tamaki wailed, making me grimace even as he rushed over and grabbed me around the waist. "No, please stay! H-He's here for work! I swear!"

"Like hell I'm staying." I snapped, attempting to pull Tamaki off me.

"Kohaku."

Tamaki and I both stiffened at the stern tone coming from the other occupant at the table.

"I do hope you are not planning on walking away from the meal I made for you." Haruhi said, leveling a very serious look my way.

"A-Ah, yes. Well, you see…" I glanced at an amused Kyoya and went to argue with Haruhi about leaving, but it only took one word to shut me up.

"Sit."

Tamaki and I both took our places at the table and I scowled deeply into the bowl of soup placed before me; doing everything I could to keep my gaze away from the bespectacled man across the way from me. Kyoya and Tamaki did indeed, begin speaking about business matters between them, but I still wasn't pleased. Already, I could feel my stomach churning and the smell of the soul had yet to entice me to eat any. My hangover was killing me and I honestly wanted to crawl back into bed and forget about it and what had caused it, but I would never get my wish. Especially not when Kyoya turned the discussion away from business and over to me.

"Boyfriend troubles?" He commented snarkily, and I lifted my eyes with a heated snarl.

"Fuck you."

He chuckled. "Must have been bad if you drunk yourself into this state. Am I to assume you've broken it off with him then?"

"Kyoya." Haruhi frowned, but he shrugged, hardly bothered by her warning.

"What? If my pleasant business meal is going to be disrupted due to what happened, then do I not have a right to know?"

I slammed down my spoon, ignoring the rattle of expensive utensils on the table, and launched to my feet. "Yeah, we broke up! So, what?! That's what I get, right?!" I shouted at him, all my emotions coming out at once. "I try to stand up for what I want, but everyone has to come in and question my happiness! I can't be happy unless it's with you, apparently! And when I try to explain things, it's always wrong! And now I'm even more unhappy than before, because I stood up for you! All I got out of that was a night of bar hopping, a gigantic hangover, and your damn criticisms! So, I hope you're happy that I'm miserable!"

I stormed out of the hotel then, marching my way angrily down the road to hail a taxi back to my flat. Upon entering, I spat out another round of curses in my anger towards Elias and Kyoya before changing and heading to the gym. One frustrated punch after another, and I soon moved into the ring. Steadily, my frustration ebbed and my moves became more calculated instead of anger-fueled, and I mellowed out. Winding down after my fights, I felt an annoyed frown slipping onto my face. I'd been tricked.

My hangover was gone and the pent-up feelings over what happened the previous night had been safely expressed. I no longer felt as though I needed to snap at everything headed my way, and I could now think rationally. And it was all Kyoya's fault. I wanted to blame him and the others for trying to force us together and causing my bad breakup with Elias, but I couldn't. I knew now that it was no one's fault. It was inevitable, but now I had people around me for support. Now, I was calm and relaxed.

"Damn him." I grumbled, sweat dripping off the end of my nose as I did some push-ups.

"Now, that's not very nice." Kyoya's voice replied and I pushed myself onto my backside to glare at him, as he wandered over and I prepared to do sit-ups. "Is assisting you not allowed all of a sudden?" He smirked, kneeling to hold my ankles for me.

"I don't need your help." I complained.

"So you say, but you obviously appreciated it, or else you would have yelled at me by now." He smirked as I sat up and glared at him, before lowering myself to repeat the action.

"We're already… drawing attention… Mr. Suit." I replied between sit-ups. "People here will talk… if I suddenly started yelling… at some snazzy business man… And I don't have the same… reputation here as I did… at the old gym."

"Then perhaps we should go elsewhere." He hummed, releasing my ankles and standing. "Would you like to join me for some coffee?"

I eyed the hand being offered to me, but now that I'd sweated off my nasty hangover, I was rather hungry. I begrudgingly gave in and allowed him to help me up.

"Fine, but you're buying."

He chuckled slightly. "That was the purpose of the invitation."

I shot him an annoyed look, but grabbed my things and followed him out. We didn't walk too far and were soon settled down at a small cafe where we both ordered some coffee; and myself some clam chowder for lunch.

"I apologize for my words earlier." Kyoya said once my food was delivered, surprising me. "While I am pleased about your breakup, it was rude of me to say what I did. Even if it was intended to help you relieve some built up tension."

"Thanks, I guess…" I muttered, having some soup, only to wince when it burnt my tongue.

I resorted to cracker dipping instead, at least until it cooled down.

"Are you alright?" He asked next, confusing me.

"Huh?"

He sighed. "You've just had an indecent breakup and have had a traumatizing incident before. I was simply concerned about your mental health."

He's… honestly concerned? "Um, well… I'm fine, really. Had some phantom aches before, but we were arguing, so… it's to be expected, I suppose."

"Any nightmares?"

"Wouldn't know. I was passed out after Haruhi brought me back. I'll be fine though. A few nightmares are no big deal." I waved off, though Kyoya didn't look too thrilled.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

I stopped and glanced at him. Again, it shocked me that I couldn't spot any hint of ulterior motives. He wanted to stay only to assist should nightmares come up. Not to say that I wasn't still suspicious, and I voiced my concerns.

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" I asked bluntly.

He raised a brow. "Is it wrong to be concerned?"

"No, it's just… weird coming from you. No offense, but it is a bit out of character." I pointed out, eating a soup-covered cracker. "If this is some attempt to get back together with me, you should know that I don't plan on any relationships for a bit."

"As expected." He responded, not looking surprised nor bothered. "And while I am still going to try for your affections, you should know that this is simply my concern as a close friend. I would be fine even if you said no to my offer, however I do highly suggest that Haruhi or someone stay with you this evening; if only to avoid another round of bar hopping. Finding you in the hospital for alcohol poisoning would rather put a damper on my vacation."

He smirked in amusement and I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"Fine. I'll see if I can get the blonde idiot and his wife to stay with me. You know how he'd get if he found out you stayed over with me alone."

"Who said he had to know?" Kyoya prompted and I hesitated.

Was it potentially dangerous to have just Kyoya stay with me? Yes. Could I easily defend myself? Also, yes. Mentally? I was unsure there. Should I have just nightmares, I would be vulnerable. But at the same time, I knew I would want to feel safe. Kyoya could provide that security, possibly better than Haruhi and Tamaki could. Having him stay over would keep me from ruining the Suoh's evening a second time too. The one big downside was the fact that this could potentially ruin the relationship break that I wanted. Should Kyoya stay over and be my emotional anchor, how easy would it be for me to give in and just get back together with him?

Kyoya remained silent throughout my mental argument, before I finally came to a decision. I lifted my gaze sternly to his, and aimed my spoon at his nose.

"You can stay. I'll not mention anything to Tamaki, but Haruhi will know. Just don't expect anything to come of this."

"Hm, I wouldn't dream of it." He hummed, though I doubted his words.

After all, I knew better now. Kyoya would do anything to get me back. And this was his perfect opportunity.

(No One's POV)

Kyoya trailed after Kohaku silently while she dug out her keys to allow them into the flat. They'd ended up talking at the cafe for a while before grabbing dinner back with Haruhi and Tamaki. They'd then dropped by Kyoya's hotel so he could grab a few things for staying over with Kohaku. It had taken some convincing when it came to receiving Haruhi's apparent permission, but once the ground rules were laid out, her and Kohaku had eased into things better.

He wasn't about to pounce on her, after all. He had his pride and he knew trying anything while Kohaku was vulnerable like this would turn out poorly. As he watched her enter the flat though, he couldn't help but feel angry with Elias and himself. She looked tired; exhausted by everything. While Elias was the main one to blame, Kyoya couldn't help but wonder. If he had just admitted to himself that he still loved her back at Tamaki's party, how would things have turned out differently?

"The guest bedroom is up the stairs." Kohaku informed him. "It's facing the stairs, so it won't be hard to find or anything. And if you need to go to the bathroom, go ahead. I need to shower, so do it now. And feel free to grab stuff from the fridge or watch TV."

"That's fine. I have some work to do, so I'll be busy for a while." He replied, setting his laptop bag on the couch. "Bathroom's all yours."

She grumbled in acknowledgment and went upstairs to grab some clothes as Kyoya got settled. He went about his business, idly hearing the shower start up behind him, but paid to no mind as he engulfed himself in his work. He didn't notice when Kohaku finished and kept his gaze on the screen before him until something cold pressed against his cheek.

"You keep frowning like that and your face might get stuck that way." Kohaku mused and Kyoya took the chilled water bottle from her.

"A medical impossibility." He responded, doing his best to ignore the sweet scent of pomegranate from Kohaku's hair.

She snorted, snapping open her soda and leaning over his shoulder, making things more difficult for him.

"You doing inventory?"

He cleared his throat, forcing his gaze to remain straight ahead and not watch the steady descent of a water droplet down her neck. Does she have no sense of self-awareness?

"Yes, and it will be a while, so you should head upstairs and rest. I do believe you mentioned having more of your book to write."

She pouted childishly, but moved, giving Kyoya some room to relax. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going. I'll read for a bit first though. Night."

"Goodnight, Kohaku." He chorused, waiting until he heard the door to her room close, before sighing. "That woman." He grumbled, pushing up his glasses to drag a hand down his face in exasperation.

He had a hard time concentrating after that, somehow still being able to smell her shampoo lingering around him. So, it wasn't long before he gave up on working and went upstairs to the guest bedroom. He paused outside Kohaku's room for a moment, but there were no lights peeking out from under the door, so he assumed she was asleep and moved on. Once in the guest room, he had a hard time relaxing. Kohaku had been avoiding returning home all day and there was still traces of Elias, including one of the man's shirts hung up in the closet. Kyoya scowled, but retreated to change and attempt to sleep. It took a little while, but he soon felt drowsy and slept for a few hours before something woke him.

He frowned, sitting up and dragging a hand down his face before searching for his glasses and remembering where he was. Kohaku's guest bedroom... but what woke me up? He glanced around, seeing nothing, when his ears suddenly picked up something coming from the wall to his right. That's Kohaku's room. He couldn't quite make out what it was, and begrudgingly got out of bed to check up on her. He knocked, but received no response, so he opened the door.

"Kohaku? Everything alright? I heard something and…" He stopped, his chest aching as he spotted the woman.

It was hard to tell in the dark, but she was obviously distressed. Her hair was stuck to her forehead and her chest was heaving with deep panicked breaths. She just woken up from a nightmare, Kyoya concluded. And a bad one too. He noticed, spotting the arm wrapped around her side and the frightened, pained expression on her face. Kyoya immediately went over to her side, moving slowly to tug her arm away from her old injury and sitting next to her. She didn't look at him, but he knew how she was. She was struggling to sort through it all, to calm down and relax. She wouldn't want him to coddle her, to tell her it's going to be alright. She was stronger than that and he knew it. It was frustrating that, in this moment, she still felt the need to put on a strong face in front of him, but he understood. And he knew exactly what to say.

"Do you want me to stay?"

She glanced at him, before that strong mask finally crumbled and tears began to stream down her face as she nodded. Kyoya sighed softly, tugging her towards him and allowing her to cry into his chest as they laid back onto the bed in each other's arms. Neither of them would be getting much sleep tonight.

(Kohaku's POV)

I woke up feeling exhausted. The night before was a little blurry, but I knew Kyoya had been there in the—now empty—space beside me. You knew this would happen. My mind scolded me. You're lucky nothing more happened. You knew what inviting him over meant. Now look at you. Head buried under the pillow, groaning in regret because you still love him. I groaned louder, hoping upon all hope that Kyoya had returned home by now, leaving me alone with myself to complain at the mistake I made. I lifted my head finally and glanced at the clock. It was nearing one in the afternoon and I sighed. I couldn't remember when I'd actually fallen asleep, but sleeping in until now wasn't exactly the best.

So, I got up and changed into some jeans and a grey v-neck, before heading downstairs. The scent of food quickly drifted to my nose and a part of me wanted to smack myself for thinking Kyoya had left. The other was too busy chuckling like a highly amused Tamaki in the back of my mind at the fact he'd snuck around and even made food. Sure enough, the man was standing before the stove with a concentrated frown on his face as he glared at his phone; a spoon in his other hand. I couldn't help but be amused at the scene and wandered over with a small smile.

"You need help?"

He turned to me with a scowl, handing me the phone. "Why does a simple meal have to have such complicated instructions? Surely adding the cheese into the sauce first would be better than using it as a topping at the end."

I snorted, handing him back the phone. "First off, I don't know why I'm so surprised you needed to look up a recipe for spaghetti; of all things. And second, parmesan is a topping. Mixing it in with the sauce so soon would ruin the effect it has on the flavor. Now, give me the spoon."

He passed it over, but I just tasted some of the sauce on the end of it, furrowing my brows and missing the flushed look on Kyoya's face at my actions.

"Hm, try adding some salt. Maybe a little pepper too, then it should be done." I told him, moving to the sink where the noodles were. "Then pour a little into the bottom of the pot so the noodles won't stick when I put them in."

He hummed in acknowledgment as I caught sight of the sheer amount of noodles in the strainer.

"Uh, Kyoya? Did you happen to look at the serving size before you started?" I turned, seeing him stiffen and a hint of pink traveling up his ears, making me laugh. "I-It's fine! It's fine! Really! I-I'll call Haruhi and Tamaki over. Haha!"

He clicked his tongue in annoyance at my laughter, but poured some sauce into the pot before I brought the noodles over. Once we finished adding the rest of the sauce, I went ahead and called Haruhi to give her a heads up, moving then to set up the table while Kyoya mixed the food.

"Thank you, Kyoya." I spoke up then, stretching to get cups from the cupboard beside him. "For last night and for trying to make lunch."

"You're welcome." He replied simply and I rolled my eyes as he went to put up the food on the table.

The moron. I brought the cups over, but paused next to him to kiss his cheek. He looked at me in surprise, but I turned away, a bit embarrassed at my forward action.

"Thank you." I repeated, placing cups down. "And… well, I guess… if you're willing to, we could try dating again. I want to start over though, if that's okay. We're both different from before, so I figured starting from square one would be best. I-I do want a break though. So, um, give me a bit?" I asked, glancing at him. "A-A week or two, maybe?"

He chuckled, of all things, coming over and kissing my temple as the doorbell rang. "Of course."

Dear God, this man is going to kill me with embarrassment one day.

(No One's POV)

"I don't know why I have to wear this." Kohaku grumbled, wincing as Haruhi tightened the obi around her waist. "Stupid Japanese traditions… no offense."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "You're Japanese."

"Doesn't mean I have to like this. What idiot came up with this idea anyway? I look stupid."

"Um, didn't you come up with this?"

Kohaku scowled at her as Haruhi moved away and looked the taller woman over. "Why didn't you stop me?"

Haruhi snorted, satisfied with Kohaku's appearance. "Uh, because you were happy?"

"I was drunk."

"No, you were pretending to be drunk." She corrected.

"Same difference… You should have stopped me."

"Oh, shut up. You look great."

Kohaku looked at her reflection in the mirror, staring back at the woman standing in a white wedding kimono; Haruhi hovering behind her with a soft smile.

"I look like a ghost."

Haruhi face-palmed. "Honestly, can't you be a little bit happy? It's your wedding day."

"No. It's my 'informal' wedding day. We're getting married tomorrow. This mess is for the press and his idiotic father."

She sighed. "Kohaku, fake or not, you're still having to do this, you know. You should be happy."

"Yeah, well…" Kohaku went to pull a hand through her hair, but stopped when Haruhi glared; threatening her mentally with bodily harm should she mess up her pinned up hair. "You know how I am about these things. And his kimono is just as bad as a dress, I'll have you know. This obi is suffocating."

She tugged at the fabric around her waist, before Haruhi smacked her hand away from it.

"Deal with it. You're the one who suggested it."

"Only to get Kyoya to stop complaining about how to reveal ourselves to the press and satisfy his father." She drawled, shuffling over to where her geta were with a scowl aimed at the shoes. "This was the only way to do both and make him happy. I even had to cover up my tattoos."

Haruhi gave her a knowing smirk. "So you planned this so he could be happy?"

Kohaku gave her a deadpan expression. "And I hope he's suffering every minute."

The two exchanged looks before chuckling; Haruhi regaining control first.

"Come on. My dad will want to see you before you head out."

"Great." Kohaku sighed. "No offense to Ranka, but the man is more than overbearing sometimes."

"You saw him at my wedding, didn't you?" Haruhi muttered in agreement.

"Yeah, and the only difference is he's happy about Kyoya and I. I still question what he thinks about Tamaki."

"Tell me about it. You're lucky he's not friends with Kyoya's father like he is with Suoh-san and Tamaki's grandmother."

Kohaku snorted. "I can imagine your family get-togethers. And believe me, if Ranka and Satoshi were friends, you'd have to kill me. Because it's a sure sign of the apocalypse."

Haruhi chuckled as they walked out and were immediately met with, not only Ranka's, but Shindo's teary-eyed face as well."

"O-Oh, my little Ko-chan's all grown up!"

"They grow up so fast!"

Kohaku immediately deadpanned. "I'm not your kid, Shindo, and I'm surprised Kyoya even let you in."

Shindo's husband walked over with an equally deadened look. "I had to promise to keep him on a short leash."

Shindo grinned at that, while Kohaku shuddered.

"I don't want to even know how pleased he is by that statement. Please leave your kinky fetishes at home. This is technically my wedding."

"How are you and Glasses planning on doing to real one?" Shindo asked curiously.

"Semi-formal dress, quiet place, close friends and tolerable family, and a priest." Kohaku rattled off, glancing at the door that awaited her. "Though almost anything's better than this. Have I told you how much I hate dresses?"

Shindo raised an amused brow. "That's not a dress."

"No. It's a strangling Japanese death machine and it's just as bad."

Haruhi rolled her eyes as Kyoya approached in his formal-wear, and they all moved away to go wait for the bride and groom's return.

"She's been complaining about this all day." Shindo chuckled. "Wedding nerves."

"I heard that!" Kohaku called it to then, making them laugh as Kyoya wandered over and wrapped an arm around her waist; eyes shining in amusement.

"Regretting your clever idea already?" He mused and Kohaku gave him a dirty look.

"Shut up. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" He questioned, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Yes, your fault! If you weren't so damn popular and if your father didn't have such a big traditional Japanese stick up his ass, then we could just have a quiet, pants-required wedding. But noooo. We had to dress like clowns and be all formal for the press and the devil."

"You know…" Kyoya placed a kiss on his frustrated bride's temple. "...if I didn't know any better, I'd think Shindo-san was right and you have wedding nerves."

"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just being an ass." She quipped back and he rolled his eyes.

"Your language has certainly gotten more foul since we were last together. Trouble at work?"

She snorted. "Please. Don't even call it work right now. Hell is better suited for the devilish work I have to deal with."

"We'll talk about it after?"

"Fine." She sighed, before pointing at him sternly. "But I want drinks and ice cream."

"Ice cream, yes. Drinks, I think not."

"But Kyoya!"

He rolled his eyes and leaned in, capturing her lips in a chaste kiss before pulling away and brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"You look beautiful." He murmured, unsure himself where his comment came from as Kohaku blushed and glanced away.

"S-Shut up. Let's get this over with."

He smiled. "Yes, dear."

(Kohaku's POV)

"You want to what?"

"I want to write a book about the Host Club." I repeated bluntly, finishing my food and turning to the young boy across the way. "Shiro, if you're finished, go wash your dishes and take a bath."

He looked up, pouting as his black hair fell over his blue eyes, but nodded. "Yes, mom."

"Goodnight, Shiro." Kyoya called out and the boy bobbed his head in acknowledgment as he walked out.

"He takes after you too much." I idly complained, refilling my glass with water. "He's not going to make friends at school if he keeps intimidating them all."

"Hm." Kyoya hummed, drinking some of his wine, but keeping his gaze on me. "Why the Host Club?"

Realizing that I wasn't getting out of this conversation any time soon, I sighed. "Not so much the Host Club, but more of an… autobiography of sorts."

Kyoya raised a brow as I continued.

"My editor brought it up. He's heard about some of the stuff I did while with you guys and he thought it'd make a good book. That, and people are beginning to question me now that I've made more of a name for myself, and you know I hate interviews. This is the alternative."

"So… you're going to write an autobiography about being psychic and ending up in a club that caters to the whims of young rich kids, and expect people to believe it?" He questioned and my cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as a maid came by and grabbed our dishes while we were engrossed in our conversation.

"W-Well, no? Yes… Sort of? I-I mean, I won't title it as an autobiography. To most, it'll just be a new book, but those who know about the Host Club will notice. The thing is, I…" I hesitated, making Kyoya frown in concern as I dropped my tone into a more somber one. "I… have some things I want to say. To get out there to you and the others, but… but explaining it is a bit… I-I thought writing it would help."

Kyoya was silent for a moment, but soon stood up and tugged me from my seat before leading me upstairs. We stopped in our bedroom and he turned to me before kissing me deeply and pulling me close. I pulled away and looked at him in confusion as he explained his sudden actions.

"I love you, Kohaku, and you could tell me anything, but that fact will always remain true. You can write your book if you want, but if there's anything you wish to tell me, just know that I will always listen."

I opened my mouth, but closed it again, brows furrowed in worry. Would he believe me? I questioned, but upon looking back up into those dark eyes, I knew what I had to do.

"Do… Do you believe in reincarnation?"

(No One's POV)

Kohaku sat at her desk, glaring at the computer in front of her in annoyance. I wanted to do this. She thought to herself. I wanted to do this, but who knew it would be so hard? She sighed heavily, removing her reading glasses and placing them on the table as her free hand ran through her hair. She tipped her head back to rest on the seat's backrest and closed her eyes, thinking back to everything that's happened to her so far. With the hosts, with her job, with Kyoya. Lips suddenly pressed themselves to hers and she groaned as Kyoya pulled back with an amused look.

"Stuck already?"

"Yeah. I don't know. I think I should reword it."

Kyoya's eyes scanned the few sentences on the document and turned his gaze back to her. "I think it's perfect." He kissed her again and she smiled. "Now, come on. Tamaki and the others are downstairs waiting."

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." Kohaku grumbled, standing only for Kyoya to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close; voice a soft whisper in her ear.

"Happy birthday, dear."

Kohaku smiled and kissed him before they moved for the stairs to join the noisy hosts below; those few sentences blinking in wait on the screen of Kohaku's computer.

"Man, my mom would seriously lecture me if she knew I was here.I couldn't help but think this as I stood in line at the bookstore. I could barely believe what I was doing myself! I mean, here I am going on twenty years old and I'm standing in line waiting to pay for manga of all things."