She is MINE

It's been four months since the Ouran Fair. Four months since we almost lost the glue to our "family". The one person, no matter how incredibly idiotic he may be, he was the reason that all of our lives have been changed expeditiously.

Because of him, each and every one of the hosts discovered their true selves and couldn't have been any happier. Without Tamaki, I wouldn't be the man I am today. No matter how much I hated to admit, he truly is my best friend… or how Tamaki would say, "Mon ami".

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing. Four months ago, I felt an electric current spring through my body, as I pushed Haruhi towards the carriage in attempts to bring back Tamaki from that insane girl Éclair.

It was a sudden spark, as if I had burned myself. I tried to shrug off the moment thinking that it possibly was an adrenaline rush.

It wasn't until four months ago, after the incident within a week they developed a relationship. I've never felt so much ache in my heart, it felt as if a dagger penetrated straight at it. The emotions are absurd, there was absolutely no reason whatsoever to be feeling this way.

Either way the impression left me asthmatic, as if Haruhi was my oxygen. My fists clenched and my body tensed up with a burning exasperation seeing Tamaki press his lips against Haruhi's.

What is wrong with me?

It should be happy for the two of them, but why do I feel as if I've been cheated out? As if he stole something that was so dear and precious that unquestionably belonged to me.

No… I shouldn't be feeling this way.

… But I am.

And I can't evade this strange sensation anymore.

I wanted to take a good grip of one of her wrists and swing Haruhi away from Tamaki so she would be facing me instead. Stroke her soft gentle cheeks and pull her in for a deep kiss. Feel those soft plump pink lips brushing against mine. Those angelic lips that only spoke intelligence and truth.

Take in her sweet delicious smell, which made me lose my mind making my knees go week begging for more. I want to pull her slim tiny waist against mine, I want to hold her so close, so tight, and I could never have enough.

I wanted to be with her.

She is the reason my heart won't beat at a normal pace. The reason I've worked so hard to keep my face from giving away any emotion, every moment she walked into the room, and every time she'd smile. A genuine cute smile that made me feel so warm and content. Without Haruhi, it's hard for me to breathe… its living without air.

I needed her.

My life has been devoted to studying. Being the 3rd son, working more han twice as hard than any of my brothers. Stressing myself out, to earn my place in the Ootori family. As for the Host Club, none of these foolish dimwitted girls never matched up my acuity, or simply impressed me in any form.

Unlike Haruhi, she was an angel sent from the heavens. So sweet, so pure, so innocent, very straightforward, she was undeniable perfection. My mind, my heart, and my body can't stand being away from her. She has grown on me like no one else has in this entire world. She is the missing piece to my puzzle. Haruhi is everything I ever wanted.

Haruhi is beautiful, cunning, amiable…no I can't.

But I am… I definitely am.

I am in love with Haruhi Fujioka.

No, I won't torture myself anymore. If I love Fujioka as much as I say I do, then there's only one thing to do.

Fight for her.

I want her.

I need her.

I love her.

I apologize in advance to Tamaki, but Kyoya Ootori won't allow anyone to take away the love of his life. Haruhi Fujioka is mine. And I am not one who gives up easily.

"Kyoya? What's the matter?"

"You took the love of my life, Tamaki."