Author: I swore I added this to the story! I think it might have been deleted by FF, but I am not so sure. . . Good have been a bad lack in memory. ^^' Well, this was the ending piece to my Kyouya Story! Review please!

"Please, repeat after me. This woman I marry, no matter what the health situation is…"

"This woman I marry, no matter what the health situation is…"

This last year had passed by like no other, quicker than even I could believe. I had taken over the Host Club in my brother's absence and ran is successfully, striving to keep up with the infinite amount of profit it collected under the rule of the renowned Shadow King after all the years.

I had kept up brilliantly.

"I will love this person, respect this person…"

"I will love this person, respect this person…"

The women of the school had been both shocked and disgusted to find out that the Club had been passed down to a female, and most importantly of all Kyouya Ootori's fiancee. The only thing that kept the ladies coming was the striving efforts of all the members and the sole fact that I was the younger sister of Tamaki Suou.

We had almost surpassed the last year's income. Almost… Somehow, I just could not beat Kyouya.

But I was completely satisfied with a close tie, knowing I had lived up to his standards.

All I ever wanted in this life was to make Kyouya Ootori, heir to the illustrious Ootori Empire, the happiest man alive. As far as I could tell, so far I had succeeded in every way possible.

"…console this person, help this person…"

"…console this person, help this person…"

I had been Salutatorian of my class, a role I would have been upset over considering I had not been the best, except for the fact I had lost to one of my closest friends. Haruhi Fujioka had, against all odds, gone from the commoner, looked down upon by everyone in the persona of a man, to the most intelligent, successful of all of our classmates.

She had revealed her gender at the graduation, announcing her engagement to Tamaki Suou in one deafening blow. I could almost hear the hearts breaking within the massive auditorium from my seat, easily able to see the many faces of the women in the room fainting and crying over losing both Tamaki and Haruhi from both the same and different reasons.

It almost made me sad…

Almost. It was time for all those women to step forward in the world and stop living in fantasy. So many of the most respectable families in Japan were marrying off their young, and now it was time to become the men and women they were expected to be. It would be a good turn around.

"Until death, protecting fidelity. I swear."

"Until death, protecting fidelity. I swear."

Haruhi and Tamaki, now that was a beautiful couple alright. They were hopelessly in love and Ranka-san was almost more overjoyed than the engaged. Ever since their special moment and Tamaki begging my approval, I had kept a grand smile on my face. My only condition was that I had to be a bridesmaid, and that had been more than assured when I was placed in the role of Maid of Honor, as Haruhi was for me.

"This husband, I marry. No matter what the health situation is, I will love this person, respect this person…"

"This husband, I marry. No matter what the health situation is, I will love this person, respect this person…"

Their wedding would be in just a few short months, within the fall. She had always dreamed of a fall wedding, and Tamaki and my father had promised her anything she could want for the ceremony. Needless to say, I would be in charge over most of it. Haruhi had little to no feminine bones in her lithe body.

The twins had barely changed over the year. They had met a set of twins- ironic, yes- and they were dead set that the two women were the ones. Luckily, they looked nothing alike and I could tell them apart much easier.

"…console this person, help this person. Until death, protecting fidelity. I swear."

"…console this person, help this person. Until death, protecting fidelity. I swear."

Speaking of telling the two apart, I had finally been allowed into their world. I had been confronted to at last end their game at the beginning of my last year of high school. It had not even taken a thought when I discerned the two, and since we'd been closer than ever before.

Honey and Mori, they had gone on with their lives and started to become successful in the family business. Honey, of course, had branched off after a few short months, using his vast wealth to creature a massive sweets company. Mori followed without a complaint, and within the final six months of my school career, their business had blown into unreal proportions. Their cakes, candies, and chocolates were more sought after than even the best chefs, which now conveniently worked for the two, for every kind of even imaginable. I was proud of them, both for doing something they loved. Honey was with his sweets and Mori was with his Honey.

"Groom, Kyouya Ootori, you this woman marry and become her partner. Will you in peaceful times, during sickness, this person love, this person respect, this person comfort, this person help, until death, do you promise to fulfill?"

"Yes, I promise."

Yoshio Ootori. I had faced my fears and faced the man, informing him that I would no longer be afraid of him. I loved his son and that is how everything would ever be. I reprimanded him in the kindest way possible for trying to force our matrimony, and then thanked him. Without his push, we might not have ever been where we are today. I was grateful, despite once hating him.

"Bride, Misaki Suou, you this woman marry and become her partner. Will you in peaceful times, during sickness, this person love, this person respect, this person comfort, this person help, until death, do you promise to fulfill?"

"Yes, I promise."

Surprisingly, the man had accepted me for what I was after my private outburst and outright anger towards him. He had said this in very few words, quoting that I would make a proud, fine wife, before I was ushered from his study. Needless to say, I was more than thrilled with this latest breakthrough.

"Now please, kiss the bride and seal this union between Ootori and Suou."

In one kiss, the Ootori and Suou companies united by blood, bringing together two of the most powerful empires in all of Japan. In just a few months, upon his marriage to Haruhi, Tamaki would take over our father's company, giving what few rights I wanted forth and keeping all the others, as I asked, to make a great life for the Fujioka that would be his bride.

When our lips met this grand time, I felt the fireworks, the heat, the passion, just as every kiss before. The only difference was I felt like an Ootori and would forever be in the arms of one from this day forth. It was a magical feeling, one I will not dare try to describe in words, for I'm afraid it would take to long to read such a novel that could be said in this one touch.

"All rise for the new Mr. and Mrs. Ootori!"

We both descend down the aisle, pelted with birdseed and the petals of flowers. It was a beautiful wedding, set outside in the loveliest of gardens in all of Japan. Every businessman or woman associated with our families had attended, along with the vast numbers of friends and family alike.

Best of all, my mother had been there to help me before my wedding. I had long since cried and fawned over her, and now she would take an important role in my life from this point on, mine, my new husband's, and my brother and his soon-to-be wife's. For now, all I was worried about was Kyouya Ootori, and the honeymoon that awaited us as we climbed into the limousine.

We held each other their, comfortable in a silent embrace and each sharing our own version of glee, his much more subtle than my own. The designer dress is quickly changed in the car, smiling all the while. We would not do our reception today, for we had a private plane waiting for us at the airport to fly to Italy, a place I'd always yearned to see.

"Mrs. Ootori…"

I turn to my new husband, beaming. "Yes, Mr. Ootori?"

He cracks a devilish smile, pulling something out from behind his back. I blink in confusion, opening the package. We had already given each other our wedding gifts…

What I find makes my eyebrows raise, a soft and sincere smile playing against my lips. My hand instinctively goes to the necklace of yellow and white diamonds around my neck, reliving the memory of Christmas a year and a half ago all over again.

"The Souhait Interdit box… You kept it?" I could not take my eyes from it, gently tracing the markings and how flawless he kept it. Truly, Kyouya had treasured it, and yet I had never once seen it in his room. He must have hidden it…

His hand ghosts over my own. "Open it."

Gently, I open the top compartment, removing the key to unlock 'Le Besoin', or 'Need', first. I remove the parchment, careful when pulling the black ribbon from it. I could tell he had been very attentive about retying it as it came. A perfectionist, indeed.

My eyes water as I read the words across the paper. "'I need Her. Her lips, her touch, her smile…'"

"Look at the dates," he whispers in my ear, kissing the top of it delicately, as if I'd break.

It had been made out the day after Christmas, the night of our first kiss by the time. He knew he loved me before he said a thing about it otherwise.

"'Voulez'?" he urges.

I open the next compartment just as carefully as the first one. Once the parchment is in my hand and my eyes skim the words written across the page, the tears spill over my eyes.

"'I want to make Her the happiest woman on this planet. Nothing shall get in my way from this point forward. Misaki Suou will be mine until the end of our lives.'"

I move to face the man, his hands cradling my face and his face as stoic as ever, the emotions dancing in his eyes behind his dazzling glasses. I had memorized every chiseled curve of him, never wanting to forget even the smallest detail about the man I was irrevocably in love with.

"And I'm more happy now than I've ever been in all my life. And I am here until you absolutely cannot stand me."

His lips find mine, uttering the simple word, "Never," as our lips meet in another searing kiss.

And I would live my days out with Kyouya Ootori. My life was…

"I love you, Kyouya Ootori."

"And I love you as well, Misaki Ootori."

…perfect.

The End.

Author's Note: Well, it's been an interesting road everyone. This story has been delightful, and I had planned to detail out more of Misaki's last year of Ouran, but I found that to be pointless and nothing more than fillers. I might add a companion piece later with little snippets that were missed with more Misaki and Kyouya fluff. Otherwise, this has been the finale. I feel satisfied with it, and I do hope everyone has enjoyed it from the beginning until the end.

My inspiration for this entire story has been my yearning to write- well, type- and most especially my readers. Everyone pushed me through, and now I have another story to work on. VOTS will be on hiatus for a while, and I will be permanently deleting my REAVER story at some point soon. I don't like it as I used to. That, and I could possibly have another in the works, but I've decided not to publish anything until absolutely finished with it. Trust me, I have about fifteen stories going right now that aren't finished in WORD. And I mean all different sorts, from Lord of the Rings to How to Train Your Dragon. (Don't hate…) In fact, you can read all about what I have slowly in process on my homepage.

Currently, I will be reworking a Naruto story I wrote in 2007 with an OC and Kakashi Hatake. I am COMPLETELY re-doing it, and I believe it will be epic in length, and followed up with a sequel to keep everyone guessing.

I want to thank everyone that has been here, especially from the beginning. I may not have replied to a lot of reviews due to not realizing I had them until MUCH later after receiving them, but every single review was wonderful and I thank you for them. I hope oodles of you will read my lovely Kakashi story and review. Reviews are what keep me going.

And so everyone knows, those lines in the marriage ceremony were what I found to be recited at a traditional Japanese wedding. I do hope they were right, for I thought they were quite beautiful.

Don't worry, I'm not gone for good or for long. You can't keep me away. ;) I hoped you enjoyed You Want Loyalty? How Will I Benefit?.

Au revoir, my loves!