Title: Invisible
Now written by: Yue Guang Kuroneko
Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: K (for now)

Invisible
Taken over by: Yue Guang Kuroneko

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"Kyouya-senpai,"

Kyouya didn't hear him. He was preoccupied with worries. It wasn't that he didn't trust Haruhi; he'll even admit that he was acting like a child and being too overprotective. In fact, he felt that he was a child, trying to protect an adult from something that he had no power over. All he was doing was worry uselessly.

"Kyouya-senpai," Kaoru waved a hand in front of his face. "You're doing too much excessive worrying." He gave Kaoru a glare, but the boy only laughed, "You know, Kyouya-senpai, Haruhi can handle herself very well. You really don't have to worry too much about her."

"I know," he sighed, feeling weary all of a sudden, "I know. She doesn't need me to protect her, but I can't not protect her."

"Haruhi would be happy to hear that," Kaoru said as they both stared out at the gates of the Hitachiin estate. "But too much worrying would be like pushing her into a corner."

Kyouya laughed lightly at Kaoru's insight. Yes, that was true. She was far too headstrong and caring to allow him to worry about her so much. It would drive her away from him. "I suppose it would be better to watch her like I've always done."

"Yes," Kaoru smiled and waved at the limo that was arriving at the gates. "I'm sure you'll be the only one who would notice when she needed support."

The limo pulled up slowly and Kyouya stood from his seat on the top step. He noticed that there seemed to be something out of place in the vehicle. The door opened slowly, by one of the Hitachiin servants, and Kyouya was surprised to find a very familiar blond stepping out of the black limousine regally.

"Tamaki," Kyouya heard himself say. His body tensed naturally.

The blond raised his eyes to meet his own, "Kyouya."

"Tono, what are you doing here?" Kaoru asked as he headed down the stairs to greet their King. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Mori-senpai and Hunny-senpai advised me to come," Kyouya still held Tamaki's gaze. "I came to settle something with Kyouya."

Kaoru said nothing and stepped out of the way respectfully, turning to greet the two seniors as they left the limo. Tamaki was making his way up the stairs, eyes still holding Kyouya's. Kyouya gazed down at the blond suspiciously, remembering the all-too-close encounter he had with a vase Tamaki had thrown at him.

"Kyouya,"

"Tamaki."

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"What are you doing here, Haruhi?" Hikaru backed away from the door. Haruhi took this opportunity to slip into the room and closed the door behind her.

"I want to talk to you," she smiled up at him. "May I?"

Hikaru mumbled, "I guess," as he turned around and seated himself in an antique chair by the curtained window. "What do you want to talk about?"

Haruhi stepped past him and drew the curtains, letting the sunlight seep its warmth into the now-lightened room. She unlatched the lock and pushed the window open. As she did all of this, she could feel Hikaru's eyes on her figure, but chose to ignore it as she felt the cool breeze whirl past her.

She didn't feel threatened. She wasn't frightened. If anything, she was more determined than ever. "Hikaru."

"Yes?"

Haruhi turned towards him, smiling lightly, "I'm sorry." His amber eyes widened as she shrugged lightly. "I know that it might not help you understand, or help you overcome any of the pain that I may have caused you—" she was cut off as Hikaru stood and enveloped her in a tight hug. "Hikaru?"

His only reply was to tighten his arms around her. Sighing lightly with an understanding smile, she whispered "thank you" into his ear.

At those words, Hikaru broke down in her arms. All she could do now was comfort him in the only way she knew how: quietly and gently. She soothed him with her silence and her tender hand.

After a long moment, Hikaru pulled away from her, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. She stood patiently, awaiting the words that seemed to be choking him.

"I wish you happiness, Haruhi," he finally said, eyes holding hers carefully. He let a smile slip and Haruhi could feel her own eyes water.

"Thank you," she smiled brilliantly at him. "Thank you, Hikaru."

"Go back down," he said to her as he escorted her out of the room. "I'll get changed and join you all in a moment."

"All right," she stepped out of the room. "Don't take too long."

"I won't," he smiled down at her in that confident smile of his. "I will need to speak to Kyouya-senpai anyway."

Haruhi laughed as she headed back down the stairs. Her heart was feeling lighter than ever, and there was a spring in her step. Once she reached the bottom stairs, her heart seemed to stop.

"Tamaki-senpai!"

Tamaki and Kyouya, who seemed to be having a staring contest with one another, both looked in her direction. The expression on their faces varied: Tamaki looked pained and Kyouya looked surprised.

"Haruhi," Tamaki murmured as he stepped past Kyouya. His eyes were filled with tears. "Haruhi…"

Haruhi gazed past Tamaki at Kyouya and found a cool expression on his face. He was watching her, but she knew that he wasn't trying to keep her on a leash. Instead, she saw the subtle flicker of determination in his eyes, one that reflected her own, and she smiled. She gazed up at Tamaki now, holding his eyes calmly.

"Tamaki-senpai," she said clearly.

He held up a hand to stop her, "I know what you're going to say, Haruhi, so I don't need to hear it. I came to talk to both you and Kyouya."

Haruhi allowed her eyes to wander over to Kyouya again. He was now on the move to her side. Feeling his presence next to hers helped calm the jumpy nerves that were making her stomach sick.

"I'm sorry," Tamaki said with an elaborate sigh. "I wanted us to stay a family. If we could stay that way forever, I would have been the happiest man on earth. But I realized that it was selfish of me to feel that way." He gazed up at Kyouya, "Kyouya, I was angry that you were the one Haruhi chose. She chose the person whom I loved as a brother and friend; you can say that I was jealous that our beloved daughter chose you over me."

"So you realized that you were in love with Haruhi, tono?" Hikaru's voice joined them. "It took you long enough."

Tamaki let out a laugh at Hikaru's comment, "It took you longer."

"True," Hikaru sighed as he stepped past them to where his brother and their seniors stood silently.

"Tamaki," Haruhi gazed up at Kyouya as he spoke in his deep voice. "I will apologize for being the cause of your frustrations, but I will not apologize for loving her."

"I know, I know," Tamaki said quickly, "I don't want any apologies from either one of you. I have been acting very selfishly the past few days. I couldn't understand why Haruhi didn't choose me. But, Kyouya, you are my best friend, and I know you the best. I know you are not cold-hearted; you always want to seem incapable of emotion, but you were always a good friend to me.

"It was so apparent, you know," Tamaki continued, "that you two would eventually realize your feelings. I've watched the both of you. The longer I watched, the more I realized that you were made for each other. The intellectual conversations, the idle glance—I missed nothing. Even so, I didn't want to admit to it." Tamaki took a deep breath, holding her eyes deeply, "I am sorry for everything."

Haruhi smiled at Tamaki and patted his hand lightly, words stuck in her throat as she grasped them tightly. She lifted his hands to her forehead and whispered, for the fourth time today, "Thank you."

Tamaki's eyes softened, and he hugged her tightly to his chest, "No, Haruhi, thank you. You will always be my precious daughter." He released her and turned towards a still-emotionless Kyouya. It was just a single glance before Tamaki hugged him tightly. "You will always be my greatest friend, Kyouya. I don't know how I'd be able to make amends."

"Don't worry about it," Kyouya patted him on the back awkwardly. Haruhi stifled a giggle. "Your blessing is enough,"

"YAY!" Hunny skipped up to them, his large light-brown eyes filled with happy tears. "We're a family again!"

Haruhi wasn't quite sure what happened, but the entire mansion was filled with laughter and noise. Her beloved Host Club were gathered together, talking, arguing, and laughing; it made her feel very warm inside. She seated herself at the bottom step of the grand staircase and watched as Kyouya was surrounded by their friends and their teasing.

His eyes met hers and she smiled at him. He returned her smile easily and slipped out of the group, leaving them to laugh amongst themselves.

"Hey," she laughed as he straightened his shirt in annoyance.

"Is something the matter?" he asked her as he straightened his tie.

"You are very perceptive, Ootori Kyouya," she shook her head in disbelief. "It's amazing."

"Mm," he slipped an arm around her, kissing her temple lightly. "Are you happy?"

"Yes," she said, gazing at their friends fondly. "We have such wonderful friends, don't we?"

"I suppose we do," he said thoughtfully.

"You know," she turned towards him, "you kept that promise well."

"True love overcomes any obstacle, my dear," he teased her lightly. "It had nothing to do with me."

"How modest of you,"

"Why, thank you."

"I was being sarcastic."

"No, you weren't. You're a horrid liar, Haruhi."

"And you're too good at it," she poked him in the chest.

"What can I say? I'm a businessman,"

"And I'll be a lawyer,"

"It's a perfect match, don't you think?"

"Now you're getting too large-headed."

"Confidence is the key to success,"

"Not really,"

"Do you doubt me?"

"Yes,"

"I'm hurt."

"No, you aren't; you're too confident for that."

"Ah, and so I've succeeded,"

"You're impossible."

"I know," he smiled down at her. "But you're just as impossible as I am."

"What's important to you, Kyouya? Are they still your assets and money?"

"No," he said after a moment's pause, "not anymore."

"Oh?" she could feel a smile finding its way to her face.

"I think I prefer invisible things to materialistic things."

"What sort of invisible things?" Haruhi asked him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Emotions," she watched him as he closed his eyes and allowed a smile on his lips. "Friendship. Goals. Love." He looked down at her.

"Really," she attempted to keep her smile at bay. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"What is this? 20 questions?"

"Maybe,"

Kyouya let out a laugh, silencing the group in front of them.

"What are you guys doing over there?" Tamaki tsk'd at them. "Come join us!"

"Yes," Kaoru smiled as he held Hikaru's hand tightly. "Come join us."

"Don't think we're separated now because we let you two be together," Hikaru pouted at them.

"Come, come!" Hunny smiled at them brightly on top of Mori's shoulders. Mori only smiled at them.

"We're coming," Haruhi laughed as she stood. Kyouya stood along with her and slipped his hand into hers.

Together, they walked towards their friends' outstretched arms, surrounded by the important, invisible things that they all held dearly in their hearts.

--The End--

Author's Note: Thank you all for supporting this fanfic, everyone! I planned on this ending for quite some time already, and I am glad that Wraith-san started this series that managed to catch everyone's interests! If he ever reads this, I hope I didn't screw this up for him too much. And if I did, I hope to goodness that he'll finish it himself, in his own way, and lets me post them up over the crappy chapters that I've written!

One fic down, one more to go! The rest will be oneshots of the married life of Kyouya and Haruhi in accordance with Kimi no Koe and Touch of Serenity, or just cute oneshots that I have written down somewhere.

Thank you to all of the supporters out there who have taken the time to read this story. Thanks to all of my beloved reviewers who have encouraged me! I hope you enjoy the rest of Endless Story! And please keep supporting KyouxHaru! KyouxHaru will take over TamaxHaru one day. I'll see to that! ;)