A/n: Hellooo! I hope to do this well and proper.

Disclaimer: No. I don't own them. -sniffle- But, I SWEAR, if I did, it'd be so muuuuch smexier. -Dirty fantasy-

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For Kyouya, life was anything but easy. But to everyone who didn't know him well, it looked as if he had it made. Silly fools. They hadn't the slightest idea what Kyouya went through, how he went through it, nor how he had to deal with such problems on a daily problems. To the Shadow King, life was just a series of complex problems and equations that he would eventually figure out. Eventually. Of course, some unnamed factor came into his life and screwed up these equations with the constant 'Mon ami' and the oh-so-popular "King" title being thrown around so much. This idiot, Tamaki Suoh, had ruined his delicate problems.

Kyouya, nowadays, didn't mind however.

His final year in Ouran, feeling slightly old at the idea, had lent him to reflect on all his doings the past two years in the Host Club. And he found one thing lacking: he had been lonely without realizing it. The ongoings of the club had been enough to keep him moving and happy, but since Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai had left... Kyouya had found their family a lot more small. But Kyouya, as it was seen in an Ootori, would not be phazed this. Now, quite the opposite happened, he was cool about this all, unlike his blonde companion, who had ended up crying and gone through a whole tissue box in one sitting. Poor guy.

And what led, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Rich, to think about his lonely status? The silent tranquilty around him in this simple commoner's bookshop. Now, why was he here again? Ah, right. Tamaki had insisted on finding a book Haruhi would like, and probably need, for her second year in Ouran. But oddly enough, it wasn't the summer heat that irked him, nor the cryings of babies around them, no, it had been the silence he had gotten when Tamaki had rushed off in a school section. And now he was alone. Isolated. In tranquilty...

"Sir, may I help you?" asked a soft voice behind him. Turning rather surprised, which would have been a surprise to many, he looked at the woman speaking to him. She was rather...different. And not because she wasn't flocking over him like some of the book worm girls were doing around here(A/N: Which would so be me.), nor because of her average appearance, but her eyes. They were so... green. Like leaves on a crisp summer day, they just...announced her prescence.

"Ah, no thank you," he replied after realizing he was staring, which brought the lady to bow and run off. It seemed someone had called her away. What a shame. He had hoped to read the lady's...

What was Kyouya thinking?

Not only was he finding himself attracted to a woman, or girl persay as he didn't look any older than Kyouya himself, he did not know, he was having an urge to have talked with her. And he was reprimanding himself. What was wrong with him? Ootori's certainly didn't bash themselves over mistakes, nor did they caught up with strangers. Heh. And now, he was reprimanding himself again. What a hypocrite.

Once Tamaki had found the book he had wanted, Kyouya yet again saw himself face to face with the girl from before. And he noticed other things, besides her green eyes. Her brown curls, for one, and her slightly pale complexion. And that she had a pretty white bow clipped into her dark brown curls. But during this investigation, he once again reprimanded himself for staring and turned after Tamaki, thorougly disgusted with himself.

"Ahh, Haruhi will love this book, don't you think Kyouya? ...Kyouya? Mommy?" Tamaki turned to see his friend deep in thought and knocked onto that dark head with his kunckles lightly. "Whussa'matter?" he asked, his brows creased with worry.

"Nothing," said Kyouya simply, waving it off. She was just a commoner, he wouldn't see her again. Shrugging, he pointed out a pretty little cafe not too far and voiced a fake thought out to his gullible companion. "Do you think Haruhi would like it there?" Ah. That would surely throw off Tamaki. If the subject was Haruhi, it was certain to throw him off.

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It was late evening, and Shino had found herself caught breathless with the sunset. That's what she liked most about being here, in such a simplistic town: the sunsets were like they from a painting. Of course, her attention being caught by the sunset, she wasn't paying attention and started to cross the street without even a glance at the signal sign not too far ahead of her. Of course, her serene and breathless moment was ruined as she felt a blow crash in her side. At the impact, whatever she was holding flew out and broke onto the pavement, her body falling like a rag doll. As if a child picked up that rag doll and threw it onto the road. Painfully.

The sudden pain in her hip caused her to gasp and move, which caused more pain into her ribs. Oh god, it HURT. But she didn't cry out, nor did she even cry, she just laid there, overcome with pain and a sick feeling crawling up her chest. But the sick feeling seemed to go away as a warm hand came onto her forehead, and she opened her eyes to see a glint of something in her face. Glass...glasses. It was...the man from the book shop earlier, the one who had been staring. He was asking something... She watched his lips as hard as she could, things around her fading.

"...you hurt?!" he cried, Kyouya now feeling sick himself. He was afraid to pick up the woman, but instead, ordered Tamaki to call his private doctors and whatnot, which Tamaki obliged to quickly.

"...Hurts...hip and...ribs" was his only reply from the girl, her curls splattered around her. He slipped his hand to the back of her head, trying to find any bleeding, but there didn't seem to be. Bringing his eyes back to the girl, he noticed she had gone unconscious and was breathing quickly, if not labored.

Kyouya, at 7:43 PM, had lost his nerve and panicked.

A/N: Soo. Do you like it? D?