Author's Note: Yet another shot at a fanfiction. I think I am going to stick strictly to updating my three stories for now after this instead of trying to make up more. I thought a love interest like this for Kyoya would be interesting, as would this story. I actually got the idea for this plot line from a roleplay I did with a friend. I just tweaked it to fit the fandom. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Of course I do not claim to own any of the Ouran Host Club characters mentioned. I simply claim that Mizuki Tahaki is my OC.

Enjoy!

Rest.

It was what I needed after that wonderful evening, but even so I felt the bed as the person laying next to be shifted and sat up. My brow furrowed, the movement proving to be annoying. I opened my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a yawn.

I smiled up at the dark headed male as he took his thin-framed glasses off of the nightstand, putting them on before looking down at me.

"I am going to shower, of course." he said, "And then return home. Unfortunately I have an early start tomorrow."

I sighed, sitting up in the bed which I was in, clutching the blankets around me, as if he hadn't seen it anyway, "Kyoya. Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not, my darling." he said, moving himself closer to me, he placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it with his thumb and gently planting a kiss on my lips.

"Then why are you leaving?" I asked with a frown.

"I told you, Mizuki, I have an early start tomorrow and need to get up early at home to be ready on time." he said, hand petting my ebony colored hair, "You are welcomed to join me in the shower if you wish." he said.

I smiled. I could not help it with the affection he showed me, even if he did seem so distant. Our secret somewhat relationship had been carrying on for quite some time. I had been one to request him regularly in his Host Club at Ouran Academy. We were both graduates now, and doing our separate things in college, but he always amazed me.

After the shower, I stood at the door to my apartment, towel wrapped around myself. He was dressed in the clothes he had worn the night before.

"Do not forget, Mizuki, my father's annual New Year's party is tomorrow night." Kyoya said, "I do hope you will come." his smile was so mesmerizing.

"Of course, Kyoya. I wouldn't miss it for the world." I said with a smile and we shared one final kiss before he left.

I sighed as I finished drying myself off before laying in a bed, lonesome without his body there beside me. I knew why I felt like I did. I was in love with him. I was in love with Kyoya Ootori. Part of me believed he felt the same way, but it was always hard to tell what Kyoya was thinking, and for that reason I sometimes asked myself if he was just using me for something. Using me for the time we spent in the bedroom. Stress relief, that sort of thing.

But he wouldn't do that, would he? Even if he was out of high school, surely the principles on which the Host Club ran still applied to him. Using a girl for sex was surely not chivalrous.

I wasn't sure when I fell asleep after that, but when I woke up the next morning, I set to work on figuring out what I was going to wear to the Ootori family's party.

That evening, I arrived at the family mansion, one of the many that they had, at exactly seven o'clock. It was, after all, rude to be late to such an event.

I smoothed out my red dress, as I was shown to the large back yard where the majority of the guests who had already shown up where assembled, speaking to one another.

I was trying to pull down my dress, always so modest. The halter-top was really pushing it when it came to what I was normally seen wearing.

"Mizuki Tahaki?" I recognized the voice from high school. Though it had only been two years, it still seemed so long ago. I turned and smiled, seeing Haruhi Fujioka.

"Haruhi! I haven't seen you since high school!" I said, coming up to her and giving her a hug, "Is Tamaki here?" I asked. It had been two years, so that meant that Haruhi and the twins were in their last year of high school. From what I had heard, the relationship she had with Tamaki was still the talk of the school, it being revealed what her gender was at our graduation.

"Ah yes, I suppose he is here somewhere." Haruhi said, "I think he and the rest of the former Host Club members are catching up." she said, "Kyoya-sempai had something he wanted to tell them before his mother and father announced it to the party guests."

I stood straight then, looking around for any sign of Kyoya and the others. What was this announcement he and his parents had about him?

"Mizuki, are you alright?" Haruhi asked me.

I looked at her and smiled, "Yes, yes, of course." she said, "Just wondering what Kyoya's announcement is." I said, trying to assure her that I was only curious.

The two of us started talking, Haruhi catching me up on everything that has been going on in the high school since I graduated as well as everything that has been going on with her relationship with Tamaki. It was quite interesting to hear it. College was so different from high school. I felt like I was traveling back in time.

Then I heard the dinging of someone hitting something on a glass and we all looked up and towards the front, seeing Kyoya as well as his parents and a woman whom I did not recognize.

"May we have your attention please?" Mr. Ootori said, and the crowd's noise died down to silence. He smiled, "We are proud to announce that our son Kyoya is now engaged to miss Reiko Soma."

That last sentence, it made my entire world fall apart right there. I had the most shocked expression on my face, in my eyes. The crowd cheered and offered up congratulations to the happy couple. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I knew it would be rude to simply leave without greeting my hosts and offering my congratulations to them as well, no matter how much it pained me to do so.

I walked up to them, first greeting Mr. and Mrs. Ootori and complimenting on how great of a party they had planned and such. They seemed like such nice people.

I then turned to Kyoya and his fiancee, "Congratulations."

It was hard to keep my composure. It was hard not to slap Kyoya across the face. It was hard not to break down crying right there from having my heart torn out of my chest.

I plastered on a fake smile, but my eyes said it all. I didn't know it then, but Kyoya could see the hurt in them.

"My apologies for leaving so soon, but I forgot I had an errand I needed to run." I said, "Needs to be done before the New Year." I added.

Author's Note: Thought it was longer than what it looks. Oh well. Please review!