"Um, Kyoya?" Fuyumi knocked on his door. She was reluctant to, since she knew how he was when he was woken up. "Kyoya!" She said louder. Her heard a mumbled from inside that sounded something like a 'come in', so she opened the door. He was sitting up in the bed, his head dropping and his hair covering his face slightly.

"Your friend is here. I told him you were sleeping, but he insisted in coming in. He said it was urgent," she explained.

"Is he tall and has blonde hair?" he asked.

"Yes, actually."

"Kill him," he replied instantly. She put her hands on her hips.

"Now, Kyoya, that's no way to act. He looks like he really needs your help." He didn't say anything, so she excused herself and taking her place in front of Kyoya's bed was Tamaki.

"This had better be good, or I swear to god I will murder you," Kyoya growled, picking his glasses up and shoving them on his face.

"I know, and I'm sorry for coming while you were sleeping, but I've got a problem," Tamaki said seriously. This caught Kyoya's attention. It wasn't often that the King of the host club took a serious tone.

"What's wrong?" Kyoya asked, his annoyance fading into concern. (Though he would never actually admit to that.)

"I…I love Haruhi!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"Oh, so you finally figured it out, huh?" Tamaki's face turned into one of confusion. "Well, the rest of the club, minus Haruhi, has seen this for a long time. We figured it was only a matter of time before you realized that you didn't love her as a daughter," Kyoya smirked. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know!" Tamaki threw his hands up in frustration and started pacing. "I want to confess to her, but I don't know how! I've been thinking about it for days now, and I can't come up with anything! It can't be just a regular confession; Haruhi's not a regular girl." Finally, he plopped down next to Kyoya on the bed. "What do you think I should do?"

"For once, I don't know. Although, I can tell you that I would stay away from anything flashy or that looks even remotely expensive. You know how she is when it comes to those sorts of things." Kyoya paused for a moment before continuing. "But, I wouldn't wait too long if I were you. I think Hikaru may be ready to confess to her as well." Tamaki nodded. He wasn't surprised in the least to hear that.

Kyoya shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Why don't you just woo her with the piano?" But Tamaki suddenly sat up straight, a gleam in his eyes and a shocked look on his face.

"Yes…the piano! Why didn't I think of that?" He grinned suddenly and shot off the bed, running out of the room, calling a quick, "Thanks Kyoya!" He just stared after the idiot he called his friend, a small smile forming while he shook his head.

Now, so this is just supposed tp be like a prologue thing just to introduce the story. As I said in the summary, it was inspired by the song "Your Song" from Moulin Rouge, one of my absolute favorite movies/musicals of all time. Actually, I didn't think of writing a story from the song until I saw one of the cutest videos ever! The link will be up on my profile.

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