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Where the hell did this come from? Probably the large amount of Tamayoya fics I've been reading, and the tub of Nutella next to be that is now empty...

Kyoya fixed his tie, staring blankly into the mirror in front of him as he prepared mentally for his meeting. As the leader of the Ootoi business, he had to meet with all important clients, even the international ones. Duty. It was the only reason he was in France, a place that only brought him pain. A place where the most important person of his life had gone, and never came back.

Pushing all thoughts of the past behind him, he focused on what he would say to the customers. For a scary moment he couldn't remember what the meeting was about. Then, it came back, and Kyoya could breath again.

Every time, it was harder and harder to push back the pain, but he did it. He popped a few pills in his mouth on the way out the door, figuring it wouldn't hurt to be early.

As he stepped into the hazy club that his clients had chosen, the first thing he noticed was the music. It was a slow piano tune. Kyoya winced as the memories tried to break through, but he stopped them, and went to the bathroom to collect himself. He would get a table later.

Splashing water on his face, Kyoya tried to focus on numbers. Figures, rules, constant things. They didn't change, they always stayed the same and never failed. He wouldn't fail. He had turned away from emotion a long time ago, and he wasn't going to return to it just becasue there was a man playing the piano. Composing himself, he left the bathroom, trying to tune out the music as best as he could.

He took a table and ordered a drink. Cursing himself for coming early, he waited for the customers while consuming as much alchohol as he dared. Suddenly, a flash of gold caught his eye. he had been pointedly not looking at the stage, but he couldn't help but catch a flash of gold hair. His gold hair. It couldn't be, of course. He wouldn't be working as a piano man at a French club. No, it just couldn't be.

But the longer he stared, the more he became sure that the impossible had become possible before his very eyes. The way his fingers moved over the keys, the golden hair that had first caught his attention, and the one thing that had settled it for Kyoya; on a break between songs, the piano man had opened his eyes, and they were His eyes. Kyoya was sure of it. They were the eyes that had greeted him eagerly, the eyes that had begged him for so many things, the eyes that he had said yes to a million times, the eyes that had reached into his soul and rooted themselves into his heart all those years ago.

The piano man, despite any statistic possibilites, was the man he had tried and failed at forgetting for over ten years now. Tamaki Suoh.

Kyoya didn't know what to do. He wanted to flee, run out of the club and just keep on running. At the same time, he wanted to walk right up to him and kiss him until he didn't know which way was up or down. Shaking his head, he followed neither course of action. Tamaki hadn't seen him, and Kyoya was going to keep it that way. Heading to the bar, Kyoya kept to the shadows remembering his old title of Shadow King, remembering his title of Mother, remembering his friends and childhood days of happiness. Most of all, he remembered that fateful day when Tamaki had called off the Host Club, abandoning them. Abandoning him.

Throwing caution to the wind, Kyoya ordered another drink. And another. And another. He could have a limo come pick him up, so he wasn't worried. He texted the clients that something had come up, and spent the rest of the night listening to the music. Listening to Tamaki play piano like he always did, except this time it was ten or so years later, and the situation was so different, it made Kyoya want to cry. So he listened and drank and cried, and tried to forget, but ended up remembering. Remembering it all.

At two in the morning, Tamaki stepped off the stage. It had been a long night, but at least he had been able to play the piano the whole time. Some days, when there weren't enough waiters, his boss would make him wait tables and they would put on a recording.

He walked over to the bar, where Jean asked him to take care of a drunk that had passed out in the corner while he closed up. Tamaki went over to investigate, but stopped a few steps away from the man. It couldn't be. The 'drunk' in front of him was the man he had been trying all this time to get away from. It was his ex best friend. Kyoya Ootori. And he was passed out in a bar, suit rumppled and tears dried on his face.

Tamaki poked him gently, as if scared he would attack him. He had every right to. When Kyoya didn't wake up, Tamaki poked him a little harder, and then outright shook him, getting less and less scared, and more and more concerned. What would make Kyoya Ootori go to a bar and drown himself in tears and alcohol? What could make the Shadow King break down like he had? And why in the world was Kyoya in France?

"Mommy..." It came out as a choked whisper as the blonde hugged his long lost friend. What had happened to Mommy?

"Daddy..." Kyoya murmured, coming to. He was in a dream of some sort, where he was still in the Host club, and Tamaki was there, crushing him with one of those endearing adorable hugs he had pretended to hate.

"What are you doing here Kyoya?" At Tamaki's innocent, concerned question, Kyoya realized he wasn't dreaming, and he wasn't back in the host club. He had passed out in the bar, and Tamaki had found him. Tamaki had found him!

"Tamaki, I have to-" Kyoya tried to get up and leave, and Tamaki panicked, so he cut him off by doing the thing he had wanted to do for thirteen years. He kissed him. And Kyoya kissed back.

Finally, they came up for air.

"You know what Mommy, explainations later." Tamaki smiled, but his eyes betrayed his conflicted feelings. He helped Kyoya to his feet. "I'm taking you home."

Kyoya could just nod as Tamaki helped him to the car and they got in.

Before nodding off, Kyoya thought how weird it was that a kiss had fixed everything. Of course it hadn't; this was only the beginning. But Kyoya was just happy to know that he had found him, he had kissed him, and everything would be alright again. Eventually.

He was sure of it.

Okay, so that was starting to become long enough to be REALLY long, and I only wanted one short one-shot, so I kinda cut it, but if you want me to make a sequel/epilogue I could possibly. In fact, I might just make one whether you want it or not, but for now, I'll list this as complete.