A/N: Heyyy. Had to re-post this story. Due to my internet being out, I couldn't take the lyrics out before being reported, so hopefully this will make up for it

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Uzu. That's it. That's all. I poor.

Kyouya stared out the window in his bedroom, his hand poised over a small stack of paperwork he meant to be working on. His pen hung loosely from his slackened grip. Thoughts of his lost love filled his mind, and he wondered if she was thinking of him too. He missed her.

Nicole had joined an acting company centered in London, on the other side of the world from Japan. He hadn't seen her in four years, but he couldn't get over her. He knew he could be seeing her at that very moment, but he couldn't bring himself to.

Her company was putting on a production of the Phantom of the Opera at the theater in town, with Nicole starring as Christine. Kyouya didn't know much about the musical itself, other than something about kidnapping and a masquerade. Just those two details confused him.

Kyouya sighed and put his paperwork away. He loosened the tie around his neck and tossed it toward his closet, where a pile of ties was waiting to be put away anyway. He untucked his white dress shirt, then fell backward onto his bed. His glasses were taken off and laid on his nightstand.

Kyouya had been told about Nicole's engagement to her coworker, Blake, who was also a childhood friend of hers from Ireland. Uzu, the friend who had told him, was reluctant in doing so. He had sensed she was hiding a few details from him, but he was thankful she didn't go into them.

He knew that Blake had been a problem for Nicole in the past, so he figured that they must have made up over the past four years. Blake was probably sent to rehab for his alcoholism and apologized for abusing Nicole. It must've went smoothly from there, since they planned to be married in five months.

He wondered if Blake was treating Nicole well, and if he loved her like he should.

Nicole was, well, perfect. She could sing, she did really well in school, she danced, she could act, and she basically excelled at anything she did. She deserved someone who needed her like they needed to breathe. Kyouya was positive he wasn't worthy of her, but he wondered if a sober Blake was.

Kyouya knew he had no chance with Nicole anymore, and he knew he would never have one again. However, he couldn't help but wish. After all, he hadn't found a girl like her after four years, and it was doubtable that he ever would. Whenever he found someone even remotely similar, it just didn't feel right like it had with Nicole.

After she had gone, he felt miserable and didn't know why. He cried and coughed and sneezed and could barely drag himself out of bed. Tamaki came over and brought him some French pastries he had made, but Kyouya didn't want to eat. It had puzzled the entire host club and all of their friends, except Uzu, that is.

Uzu brought Kyouya some ice cream and told him what she thought was going on. A broken, lovesick heart, the skater had said, mixed with a cold. Kyouya realized she was right. She did about as much sympathetic nursing as she could handle, seeing as sympathy wasn't her strong suit.

Eventually, the worst of it went away. Every once in a while, Kyouya had smaller breakdowns, but that hadn't happened for months now. Pangs of loneliness hit him during especially long days working at the hospital, but more often than not, he had a meeting with Uzu and Tamaki for dinner right after he got off.

It hurt when Kyouya realized that the last thing he and Nicole had done together was argue. He couldn't even remember what it was about, so it was probably a stupid argument, but still. She had left before he could ever apologize, and a day later, his sister broke his phone, which had Nicole's phone number in it.

He couldn't ask any of his friends for it, seeing as the twins and Emi couldn't've cared less for Nicole. Uzu had put it in her own phone wrong. Kariya and Tamaki both didn't have it. Mori and Honey didn't talk to her much. Ashley had it, but her dad wiped her phone of everything after she disobeyed him again.

The way this was going, Kyouya figured he was probably going to be alone for a long time. He found it hard to date, especially with his tendency to compare people to Nicole. Many of the younger nurses that worked with him adored him, but he didn't care for any of them. He tried a few times. It ended miserably ninety nine percent of the time.

A tear ran down Kyouya's cheek. He honestly didn't know what to do. To think the appearance of one Irish girl could turn his world upside down and leave him so torn up. He hadn't cried for a few months, not since his sister had almost died in a car accident, so he didn't try to stop himself. He always cried in secret, of course.

No one had seen any tears on Kyouya's face in many years, except Uzu. She had come during the especially sad point of his lovesickness, when he was completely incapable of stopping the crying.

Kyouya was a silent crier. No sobs shattered the silence of the room, nor any pained sounds.

He cried for his longing. He cried for his weakness by letting himself cry. He cried for his mistakes. He cried for his mistakes. He cried for his sister. Most of all, though, he cried for how alone he felt.

Kyouya pulled his wallet off of the nightstand and opened it. He kept a picture of Nicole there. She was laughing while she brushed her long, brown hair. He was pretty sure she didn't even know he had taken it; she had been talking with Kariya and Uzu about their parents and wasn't paying attention to him. He almost removed the photo from his wallet and set it beside him.

The phone rang. Kyouya almost didn't pick it up, but he knew it could be something important. He grabbed his phone and answered without checking the caller ID. He steadied his voice and said, "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Uzu? Why're you up so late?" he asked.

"I'm outside your window. Let me in, please."

"Alright." Kyouya hung up. This was serious if Uzu felt she had to come in by window. Plus, she was speaking more like the average person rather than her usual slang. She only ever did that when she needed to be taken completely seriously. Obviously, she had big news.

He didn't bother putting his glasses on, instead just wiped the tears from his face in hopes he could hide his crying, unlocked his window, and pulled it open. Uzu climbed inside, almost knocking her baseball cap, which she always wore backwards, off of her head. Her red-orange hair nearly got caught on a loose nail, but she moved away from it just in time.

"Thanks," she said, dusting twigs and leaves off of her black pants. "I have to tell you something really big that could either make you happy, sad, or speechless, depending on how you look at it. You might want to sit down. Unless you don't want me to tell you right now." She produced a carton of ice cream from outside the window. "Take that. You look like you need it." She handed it to him and pulled a spoon from her pocket.

"I think I can handle whatever you throw at me, Uzu," Kyouya said. He did what she suggested anyway, figuring she wouldn't tell him unless he did. "Now, what happened?"

"I killed Blake."

A/N: Anddddd done. I might write a little sequel or something if anyone wants one, but otherwise, I like that ending.