Standard Disclaimers.

Not beta'd.... For the 918723094816235091863th time.

The snow falls gently onto the pavement, and the streetlights glow genuinely. The moon and stars are hidden by the dark clouds that crowd the night sky.

A blond head looks up at the navy colored sky, small flakes resting on his pale skin and wavy locks. He sighs and as his breath is released into the air becomes visible before his eyes. His violet irises were glazed over and to look into them seemed as if it meant falling into a world of melancholy.

Shoving a slender hand into his pocket, he sighs once again, changing the direction of his gaze to ahead of him. It is what is ahead of him that breaks his daze. It is he who he fears the most; who his heart fears the most. It is Kyouya. Ootori Kyouya. The third son of the Ootori Group, and a handsome man of many talents. Not only this, but he was his best friend and lover.

Tamaki watches the other closely as he walks closer to him. The half-French could feel his heart pounding in his chest and the sound of each beat ringing in his ears. As the third son stops in front of the blond, he smiles. Not a large toothy smile, but a small, tender, smile. It is different from the smirk the blond would normally see, it is different from that hungry and devilish smirk that he always sees and sometimes fears. No, it is gentle; it's as if he knows what is to happen. After all, Kyouya was clever in coming to conclusions of situations before they were to occur.

A chaste kiss is placed upon Tamaki's lips. Lips so soft and gentle. Something that wouldn't be expected of the shadow king. The Suoh returns with an kiss just like the one that was given to him. This was it, and he hated it. This is, he mused, goodbye. He knew, because, even though his friend's eyes were hidden behind glass, through them he could see the delicate sparkle of sadness in the other's eyes.

The two withdrew from their lingering kiss, resting their foreheads against each other's. This is their last meeting. This was it and Tamaki hated it. At that moment he wanted to damn aristocracy, damn status, damn their fathers. It was because of them this was the end.

The ebony haired boy was the first to take a step back, and if the blond wasn't mistaken, he could see tears through the man's glasses, but then again, Ootori Kyouya didn't normally cry and he didn't want to jinx it.

Tamaki knew fully well that there were tears dwindling in eyes and he wasn't going to hide them. If he cried, then he would know that their relationship was real, even if it was for only a little while and its end becoming a fantasy.

Kyouya nods as if to say "I'll see you at school tomorrow" and turns around, walking away.

This was it… And they both hated it.

A/N: Ummmmmm, originally written for my english class fanfiction essay. Yes, some awesome people in my class found a way to worm a lesson of fanfiction into the curriculum for the class or something. So, this is what I wrote and I hope you guys liked it. If anyone who has read my stuff before, notice how I didn't butcher JUST Kyouya this time ;) Also, first time TRYING, ATTEMPTING present tense. :P

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