A/N: Finally~ The last chapter is here! Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran/its plot/characters besides my own OCs and plot.

Chapter 19 Natsuki Inoue (End)

He stood there quietly, speechless, staring at his once controlled pawn. She wasn't just a mere pawn. A queen, a queen is what she is. A queen who followed her own orders. Immense aura was leaking out of her. She was strong, stronger than before, less tame, and uncontrollable.

So powerful, so imperfect…

"Now why don't I take care of you?" Her words were fierce and filled with the murderous intent to kill. Kill. That one word that he liked-no, loved, turned into something bitter. He wanted to flee, but couldn't. Her force, overwhelming, froze him.

She lifted her arm, equipped with her dagger along with a pair of menacing eyes, walked towards him. Her footsteps were slow and heavy. Guards stood in front of her.

"Move." Her words were sharp, cutting the guards' voices making them unable to speak. The guards stood their ground hesitantly. She gave them a stern glare. She was too pissed off to care about them.

He finally lost his composure. "Well? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Attack her!" Misato bellowed.

They leaped for her at his command, only to be introduced to her blade's edge. Wounds were all gushing, splattering her innocent face with blood. She stood there in the middle of the circle formed by the blood. Her vision turned blurry. Exhausted, she fell to the ground on her knees. She was staring into space as if she never existed.

Natsuki dropped to the floor. Her body was lying down almost dead on the floor. Fatigue took over her body. Her vision blurred even more until she closed her eyes…

…

"Natsuki…" Who's calling me? "Natsuki." My name is not worth mentioning… "Natsuki." It was a low voice. It sounded mature, calm, and collected, yet harsh. Who is this? Kyouya…

I opened my eyes to see them there…in a white room…this feels…nostalgic…

"She's awake guys!" Haruhi yelled out.

"Where am I?" Natsuki mumbled.

"In a hospital," Kyouya answered.

"Heh," I was chuckling, "This is probably an Ootori hospital right?" He adjusts his glasses. That's his way of saying yes, huh. "Is Misato dead?"

"No, he's stuck in jail for the rest of his life."

"He deserves it, he doesn't deserve death. Death is better than going crazy in a jail cell." Natsuki covered her eyes.

"Ahhahahaa! Stop it!" Honey managed to sneak up on her and tickle her to death. "What was that for?"

"Ne…Suki-chan looked sad. Don't be that way!" Honey smiled.

"Hmm." She rubbed his head affectionately. "Thanks, Honey-sempai."

"Ahem." Kyouya was exaggerating his "coughing". "Can I be alone with her for a few minutes."

"Eh? No way. You can't steal her away from us~" The twins whined. "Whoa!" Mori picked them up like they were pieces of paper.

"Have fun, okay?" Honey said as he was leaving.

"…"

It was silent. After a long week, they finally met up with each other without any interruptions.

Natsuki was blushing furiously as she remembered Kyouya's sudden kiss. She looked down at the hospital bed sheets and gripped onto it. "…I'm sorry…"

Kyouya became enraged. He took her hand and pulled her out of the bed making Natsuki slip into his body. "How come I can only hear the words, 'I'm sorry' out of you?" Natsuki was looking at him, surprised. She had always been apologetic and it didn't even matter whether or not it was her fault.

Kyouya's arms worked its way around to her hips and gently clutched onto her shirt. His eyes deep with desire leaned forward. Natsuki allowed her hands to snake its way around Kyouya's neck. They shared their rapid breathing.

They took a break. "I think I love you." Kyouya said, unsure of his words.

"So do I," Natsuki replied smilingly. He returned her smile with his own.

…Somewhere off the coast of Japan…

"Well here's your cell," a guard said. He pushed a grown man into the monochromatic room. It was dark, bleak, and plain depressing. The man's eyes grew wide. The guard was laughing at his expression. "Hope you enjoy it," he chuckled.

The guard left after closing the door. Misato stared at the cell and then at his bright orange jumpsuit labeled with his prisoner number, the numbers branding him.

"Damnit!" Misato yelled out in frustration. He was punching his rock hard bed.

"Why now, out of all these times….!"

Tap, tap, tap.

Small tiny sounds were heard across the hallway. The faint footsteps grew louder and louder as it approached Misato.

"Lost your mind, have you?" Misato stopped and turned around. A familiar short blonde girl appeared. She was holding on the cold rusted metal of his cell. She looked innocent, but Misato knew better than that. He gave her a stern look.

"Oh, you've forgotten all about me haven't you? Probably lost it within your insane mind." He smiled.

"Nami…" He whispered. A wide toothy grin appeared on her face.

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! Yes, it truly ends that way. There might be a sequel…not! Well, I don't know…