Prologue

Tamaki Suoh never wanted to inherit his father's company. He had other dreams and, ambitions that were all suddenly out of reach when his father died about two years ago. He had no choice, If he wanted to respect his fathers dying wishes, he would have to take the company. Being the guy that Tamaki was, he would never even think twice about taking over his deceased fathers work. He wanted to make everyone happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness, and well being.

He stared at the piles of endless paper work on his desk and sighed. "Might as well get started then." He said to himself almost inaudible, as he picked up the piece off the top. Kyouya walked into his office suddenly, holding a mug filled with coffee in one hand and the book he always had on him in the other.

"Kyouya!" He jumped up and hugged him, almost spilling his coffee. Tamaki got to see him at least once a week, but he still took pleasure in seeing his best friend.

"Hello to you too Tamaki." He said in his same detached tone he almost always spoke in. "You never change do you?" He asked pulling his hand with coffee far away from him, halfway into their awkward hug. Kyouya always found it amusing how Tamaki still sometimes acted like a little boy. He was the president of a huge corporation after all. It was refreshing to see someone like him in his world of business, and very mature adult company. That world to be honest, was starting to bore Kyouya lately.

Tamaki smiled at him. Whenever he saw Kyouya he felt nostalgic. Although he had no clue because of the ignorance he still had toward his own feelings. The only thing he did know was that he missed the host club. He missed getting to see Kyouya every day and, being able to live a care free life while he entertained young ladies. He also missed Honey, Mori, and Haruhi. Plus, although he'd never admit it he also missed those 'shady twins'.

"Do you need help?" Kyouya asked as he saw the huge stack of paper work Tamaki had obviously waited until last second to attempt. Tamaki smiled sheepishly, knowing he really did. "Yeah, I've been kinda busy with other things lately. I haven't had any time to do it."

Suddenly as if they just appeared Kyouya was aware of the bags under Tamaki's eyes. He remembered them being there last time he saw him, and wondered if they were going to be a permanent fixture there. He felt deep empathy for his friend, knowing the life he was forced to live was hard. He was forced to grow up way to fast, and it was taking it's toll. He wished that Tamaki would complain about it for once, but he knew his friend would rather suffer silently than make others worry. It was an idiotic thing to be so selfless, but then again Tamaki was kind of an idiot. Kyouya smiled slightly to himself. Somethings do never change. "We better get to work then."

…

Kaoru Hitachiin couldn't help but to stare at the stranger in his bed. The stranger that was no other than his own brother- Hikaru Hitachiin. He wondered why they still continued to sleep together, it was the one thing Hikaru hadn't changed- he had attempted to though. It was ridiculous that Kaoru still felt the need to keep the little thing that Hikaru and himself called a 'close relationship'. They could pretend all they wanted to but, they drifted apart. Kaoru knew this, and he also knew that it was all Hikaru's fault.

"Hikaru, please. I get scared when you don't sleep next to me." Honestly that statement wasn't entirely true. He just desperately needed his brother to stop acting this way. He was not going to let Hikaru tare them apart. Kaoru knew nothing else, he didn't have any other friends, since the Host Club disbanded. He needed his brother, his only ally and friend.

"I want my own room Kaoru." He said defiantly, Hikaru's aggravation was obvious with his selected tone of voice. "I don't feel like sleeping with my little brother anymore." He paused, glaring at Kaoru. "It's pathetic." The poison in his voice felt like a slap in the face to Kaoru. Hikaru was unaware of the fact that everything he just said was like arrows through Kaoru's heart. He was killing his brother inside and he didn't even know it.

"Please Hika." He said softly, his eyes filling with tears, as he fought to keep them in. One slipped out, and he wiped it quickly away with his left hand. Hikaru couldn't stand to see his brother upset, it hurt him inside just as much. Hikaru frowned, he was almost oblivious to it but he felt like he was going to cry to.

"I guess I don't need my own room." He said quietly and very uncharacteristically. He looked at Kaoru with a distraught look on his face, and then silently walked away.

Kaoru now knows about a year later that tears don't affect his even more distant brother. It was almost like Hikaru was there but, he wasn't. Like his body was still there, but his mind was on a whole different planet. Somewhere out of reach to Kaoru.

Hikaru suddenly noticed Kaoru staring at him. A wave of regret and, confusion came over him like a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head. It was shocking for him to feel this way so suddenly, but he kept it bottled up inside as usual and spat. "What are you looking at? It's freaking me out." He turned over, away from Kaoru.

Kaoru's face flushed, he was so embarrassed that Hikaru caught him staring. Two years ago he wouldn't be feeling this way and he knew it- he didn't want to but he did. The uncertainty that Hikaru even liked him anymore. He despised that uncertainty. Why did things ever have to change?

…

It was too hard for Haruhi Fujioka to forget about the past. It should have been easy for her, after all she was following her dream to become a lawyer. Isn't this all she's ever wanted? So why does she feel like somethings missing?

Haruhi looked back down at her homework she had to complete for the next day. 'Come on, focus'. She mentally scolded herself for not getting into what she needed to finish, she could think about the host club later. This was another thing she didn't understand, she used to be able to get into her studies easily. How had the host club changed her inside? She never even meant to be apart of it.

'Focus'. She scolded herself again. Haruhi frowned at her internal pondering. Why did she feel like the host club was just a dream? It was such a happy time, almost like it could never be real. She missed all of her friends dearly, and she was having a lot of trouble with her new college. Maybe it was because she was so stuck in the past?

She started to tap her pencil against the sheet of homework unconsciously. She stared into the dark green wallpaper of her college dorm. Haruhi didn't like the color, it didn't match anything, but why did she care? Ugh, Hikaru and Kaoru must have gotten to her after all.

'Stop thinking about them!' She looked down at her homework one more time, before giving up and laying down on her bed. Haruhi didn't understand why she felt like crying.