Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club.

A/N: Dang. This took a while. It was hard to come up with something good, but here goes. SUPER SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER!!!

Haruhi stepped out that morning, with butterflies roaming around in her stomach. She had to choose that day, and frankly, she had no clue as to whom she would end up with even after everything that had happened. Tamaki was a tempting option, but so were Mori… and Kyoya… Hikaru… God, she just didn't know.

She began her trek towards the bus stop, the Ouran Academy being about ten stops from her house. She stopped short as she saw a long black stretch limo parked right outside the gates to her apartment. She sighed and wondered if Tamaki or the twins had insisted on driving her to school. She wasn't sure if she could sit through that. She walked up to it and was surprised, to say the least. Kyoya stood leaning on the car wearing a suit, tugging absentmindedly at the tie, his gaze tilted upwards. The wind ruffled their hair gently, and it seemed he was still unaware of her watching him as he raked his fingers idly through his hair.

"Kyoya-kun?" Haruhi questioned, and the doctor and former Ouran student came back to earth.

"Haruhi…" He seemed a bit surprised, despite the fact that he was standing in front of her apartment with obvious purpose It seemed she had caught him off guard, and she briefly wondered what he had been thinking. Kyoya's mind was a mystery to all. However, the gentle look in his eyes as he watched the clouds, was somehow comforting. But after a glint of his glasses, it returned to his regular indifferent look. "I was driving by on the way from an early meeting and I thought you could use a ride." He explained, holding the door open for her.

"Um… thanks." She flashed him a smile and accepted, a bit unsure of how else to react. She saw Kyoya's eyes wander to the sky once more, but he quickly pulled them away and took a seat next to her. Haruhi tilted her head in wonder at the fact that nobody else had noticed that side to Kyoya. To her they seemed to be popping up in plain sight during various incidents. There was something about him that gave her the distinct feeling that there was more to Kyoya behind those glasses. Like, when he took them off, a whole other side of him was revealed. Like when he gave her that first kiss…

The limo was tensely silent, as both of them sat on opposite ends of the seat, looking straight ahead. Haruhi's eyes began to wander towards Kyoya and she realized something. She really did want to figure out this puzzle. The others in the Host Club were pretty obvious and consistent once you figured them out, but Kyoya was spontaneous to say the least. She never knew what was going to come out of his mouth. And those damn glasses…

Haruhi suddenly reached over and tugged his sleeve. Kyoya once again looked at her strangely, but she was unsure what he was thinking. It was really hard to tell through the reflection of his glasses. She scooted over and closed the space between them. Kyoya tensed up for a moment, his had gripping the side of the door where it was out of Haruhi's gaze. She reached up and pulled his glasses gently off and cast it away behind her. Kyoya blinked at her slightly blurred face, but Haruhi saw clearer than ever. In Kyoya's eyes there was every emotion he tried to conceal. A mixture of embarrassment and shock and nervousness swam in those silver orbs and Haruhi felt like she was seeing Kyoya for the first time. He was quite a different person. A smile of satisfaction graced her lips as she sat back, leaving Kyoya dumbfounded and robbed of any clever words. "I like your eyes." She said simply. Her thoughts began wandering once again to married life with Kyoya. It began feeling much sweeter. The other Host Club members were sweet, and while caught up in the heat of things, she could feel herself falling a bit for them, especially Tamaki. But, Tamaki was so unpredictable and a bit of a hassle a lot of the times. She felt like he would be worthy of being a college flame, but somewhere in her gut there is also a distinct feeling that in the end it might not work out. For some reason, here, sitting next to Kyoya all her thoughts poured into rationality, as if just his presence made her think clearly. And her eyes told him that behind the layers and layers of defenses he really was a sensitive guy. And if she had to marry him to discover this hidden personality, then so be it. She had once had the thought that Kyoya would always sleep facing her if they did get married. She scratched it. She now had the feeling that he would always sleep with one arm around her, pulling her close. And god, Kyoya would be such a sweet father… she could feel it… strict, but undeniably loving,

"Um, Haruhi, Can I have my gasses back?" Kyoya asked, his eyes darting nervously from her face to back down again.

Haruhi shook her head. She had the dominating feeling as if she had just stripped him naked.

"Can I have it back before I do something I'm going to regret?" He asked impatiently.

"No." She said firmly. What could he possibly do? She was doubtful to the fact that he would actually physically hurt her.

There was a pause before Kyoya unexpectedly grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and into a kiss. He placed her arms around his neck and pushed her down onto the limo seat, never leaving her lips. Haruhi was definitely shocked at his sudden aggression. He kissed her almost possessively. He finally broke off and looked down at her with frustration. "You know…" He said, trailing his fingers down her cheek. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't let anyone else have you. But… really…" He sighed. "It's your choice. You should decide your own future, and I can't force my feelings onto you. If you're in love with someone else, that's your call." He got up and faced pointedly away from her, looking out the window once again. He didn't trust his eyes to meet hers—they would give everything away.

"My choice…" Haruhi sighed and closed her eyes a moment, before pulling herself up too. Her palm landed on something cold and metallic, and the pressure caused the lens to snap out of Kyoya's glasses. She immediately jerked her hand away and picked it up. His glasses lay broken in her hands. She tore her eyes away from them and looked at the back of Kyoya's head. "What if… what if I chose you?"

There was a brief silence in the car as Kyoya whipped around with wide, surprised eyes. "What…?"

"What if I was in love with you?" Haruhi repeated.

There was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes before it was replaced with doubt. "Are… you?" He asked slowly.

"Well…" Haruhi smiled a bit shyly. "Yeah…"

The two people, who could be described as most confident, were giving each other utterly shy looks. It really was a moment of surprises. The most surprising thing of all was how red Kyoya's face flushed as if there had been twenty years of pent up blushes creeping up his cheeks. Not to mention how relieved and genuine the smile he gave her was. Let's not forget when he practically leapt over and wrapped his arms around her. All the while, Haruhi was in a state of utter shock. So many new sides of Kyoya were being revealed to her already, she didn't know how to react. She just smiled and hugged him back.

Nobody really understood what happened during that short twenty-minute car ride. Even Haruhi and Kyoya couldn't really fathom how fast everything happened. Next thing they knew, they were happily married and Haruhi was moving into the Ohtori mansion.

Kyoya had gotten his glasses fixed exactly that day. He continued to hide behind them in front of everyone else. But, every night, before going to sleep, Haruhi made sure she was the one to take them off.

Yay! I actually like, really like this chapter. It was awesome. I now like the Haruhi/Kyoya pairing a lot more. This fic made me appreciate other pairings. I hope you enjoyed, and you haven't heard the last of me!!!