After many years of evolving from scratch to a profitable and genius group, the host Club had finally made a considerate amount of money and a great deal of popularity. Kyouya, being the real brains behind the pretty faces, had come to the conclusion that it was time the club decided to actually start saving some of their profits. Of course, his conclusion was invalid until partially clarified by his lover and or "King" of the host club, Tamaki Suoh.

His odd love for the fool has no affect whatsoever on his concern for the club's finances. After all, his family and him had been providing for Tamaki ever since the summer when he made false judgment upon his father's orders and ran away. But now, Tamaki was back at home and Kyouya's family remained as rich as ever, but nonetheless; the club need to get real about things. It had been a complete year now and everyone was moving up in grades, getting closer to their graduation; life choices had to come over joy. Leaving all distracting thoughts aside, Kyouya slid his hand into his front pocket and searched around for his pencil.

Class was just ending and the desperation of the students around him had began to arise quickly as the clock continued to tick ever so slower, One single strand of hair swung in front of his left eye while he concentrated on the note laid before him, his pencil working eagerly at the paper. Several students had joined Ouran Academy this year, so instead of taking notes on tonight's homework assignment, Kyouya took it upon himself to find al the information he needed about them. Only one seemed to stick out though; Light Yagami.

The boy had transferred into the school only a week ago and was already drawing the attention of everyone around him, including Kyouya. Normally there was nothing special about those who attended Ouran, besides the Host Club that is, but Yagami-Sempai seemed to of been an exception. Didn't talk much, top of his class, unbelievably good looking and oddly persuasive, he had broken the normality of those here in Ouran and Kyouya was determined to find out the story behind it all. A small but irritating ring pulled Kyouya from his train of thought and dismissed the students from class. In order to avoid the swarm of busy bees, he stayed a few minutes after class to gather his things. His bag was soon filled with accessories, and or necessities, he had come prepared with. Looking around once more, Kyouya made his way down the hallway. Slow and steady, he passed largely framed windows that lined the wall of Ouran. Heavily flourished ceiling paintings drifted above him as his shoes taped against the tile.

Every hall here was practically the same, but the path to music room 3 always seemed to be brighter and, on a good day, crowded. Unfortunately, by the time Kyouya reached the door, only about four or five people had passed him; perhaps today wasn't the best day to sell his pitch about savings. His hand met cold metal as he gripped onto the doorknob and swung the door open. A sudden puff of air swirled out through the entrance, revealing an appealing arrangement of six hosts as they unexpectedly greeted him with words of welcome. Letting out a small sigh, he stepped into the room and waved them off, "Nice job. But, I don't quite think I'm the one you're trying to impress."

"Au contraire, mon amour." Warms hands locked behind Kyouya's back as he was tightly embraced. The elegant arrangement had been broke due to affections; so like Tamaki to disturb the peace of any room by basing his actions strictly on impulse. Of course, due to the lack of any 'real' relationships amongst the hosts, everyone practically swarmed around them. Hikaru and Kaoru were standing perfectly beside one another, shoulder to shoulder as they made snickering noises. Meanwhile Mori and Honey were intently gazing from behind, making sure not to miss a moment of it. Haruhi seemed to be the only host in this entire club that honestly didn't care, but still thought the pairing was cute. Ah well, hopefully someday everyone will learn that just because two people share a strong feeling doesn't mean you have to gawk over every little thing they do together.

Everyone who knew anything knew exactly what was going to happen next. Tamaki leaned forward, his hair lightly shifting with his every movement and attempted to kiss Kyouya. Within a matter of seconds, Kyouya had been able to slip from Tamaki's grip and send him stumbling to the floor, "Not in front of the guests." He stated with a slight smirk, making his way over to the couch.

"W-what guests!" An upset pout echoed from Tamaki's mouth as Kyouya watched him instantly appear in his usual corner of depression.

"Growing mushrooms again, daddy?" Kyouya tried talking to him but gained no response. It wasn't all his fault that Tamaki had decided to go completely against what Kyouya had told him about personal space and what not in the work place. Some people honestly just never learned. It was a surprise that Kyouya had even accepted the fact that the two were dating.

"Hey, why don't you go kiss him to cheer him up?" Kaoru and Hikaru smirked as they spoke in sync, only adding to the taunting tone within their voices.

Kyouya shoved his glasses up farther on his nose and leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms against the back of it, "If you want a show, boys, I'm sorry but they're not for free."

"Name your price."

"More than the both of you are worth."

The twins' faces darkened as they turned to one another, "Says the one who doesn't love his…boyfriend."

With that, Tamaki's head shot bolt up and he turned completely red. The shade Kyouya saw on his face was almost as bright as when they first kissed. It was that word. Boyfriend. Something about that word in this club, these people, and this room just didn't match. Normally the hosts would use it when they were talking to the girls, describing their wildest fantasies and what not, but never had any of them actually meant it. In all honestly, Tamaki and Kyouya hadn't exactly called their relationship that just yet, it was more like..socializing. In a romantic manner.

Kyouya sighed and leaned his head back against the couch, admiring the ceiling above him, "Tamaki. Please do come here a moment." A small gasp came from everyone in the room, even Haruhi had decided to participate in this small case of drama.

With a few seconds hesitation, Tamaki sulked over to Kyouya, his head looking straight ahead the entire time. "Yes, momma?"

"Closer." Kyouya didn't lift his head up.

The boy in front of him moved in just close enough for Kyouya to gently place his hands on the space between his jaw line and neck. Carefully, he pulled Tamaki down to his level so that their lips just barely met for a moment. The kiss he gained in return was warm and sweet just as always; always expect the best from the king.

Pure silence engulfed the entire room as Honey hid his eyes behind Mori's head and the twins, being their normal selves, watched with enthusiasm. Haruhi seemed to of turned away, so Kyouya couldn't see her reaction. Even though they were sharing a kiss, Kyouya kept his eyes open, as did Tamaki who was flushed completely colorless in the face. Finally, the short but sweet kiss ended and Tamaki swirled down to the floor, holding his own face.

"I say we close up early today. What do you all say?" Kyouya leaned his head back on the couch and began digging through his pockets once more. If he got no response than he would consider it as a yes and just cancel the club for today, after all, it was the end of the day and no guests had seemed to be interested in visiting.

"I-I-.." A small mumble came from the floor, but Kyouya ignored that and rested his feet on Tamaki's back in order to keep him quite.

"Sure. No one call me, I have some serious stuff I need to get done." Haruhi grabbed her bag and headed out of the room. Tamaki's yelps of protests sounded from the floor, but Kyouya only dug his heal even deeper into his spine so that he couldn't budge.

"See ya' later, boss." The twins followed after Haruhi, going directly against her orders. But that was none of Kyouya's business.

Mori nodded to the both of them without a word as he set Honey down so that he could pick up his bag of candy to go. An outburst of giggles sounded from the small senior as he skipped over to his cousin's side, "Bye, Kyo-chan, Tama-chan! Have fun!"

Kyouya acknowledged their departure and released Tamaki from the ground. It wasn't but a matter of seconds before his spouse began mumbling and growling about the decision that was made without him; typical Tamaki. If anything went down in the host club, or anywhere for that matter, Tamaki wanted to be the one in charge. Maybe that's why Kyouya loved him. For his confidence. No, that wasn't it at all. Tamaki's confidence only ever lead into pure self adoration.

"What'd you do that for! You just let them walk right out of here! What about the guests? The girls? The princesses!" Tamaki cried allowed as he threw his arms in the air, throwing one of his tantrums.

"They're obviously busy today."

"You don't know that, momma! They could just be..lost." Tamaki's gaze went down to the floor, as though admitting his defeat. Kyouya took this as pleasantly as possible, after all, he was used to being right almost all of the time.

"Lost?"

Kyouya watched as the boy hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. It was entertaining treating Tamaki in such a way. Then again, as his boyfriend, Kyouya had some sort of responsibility to care. Maybe one day he'd actually take up on that, but for now he had far more important things to worry about. It was time for him to go and find Yagami-sempai. "I'll speak with you tomorrow." Kyouya looked to Tamaki with a small smile and stood up from the couch, gathering his things.

Without warning, Tamaki wrapped his arms around Kyouya's waist from behind, causing Kyouya to drop his bag, "Why not tonight, mon amour?" A startled look spread across Kyouya's face when those words were whispered into his ear. He couldn't tell Tamaki he was going to see another man, there was no telling what irrational assumptions he'd jump too. Instead of sticking around for heart felt farewells, Kyouya managed to slip from his grip once again and walked out into the hallway.

Now the place was practically empty. Everyone was either at home or in after school classes and activities such as tutoring or student council meetings. Each and every one of the students who attended this school had some sort of life to go back too; that case wasn't the same for those in the host club. The hosts were specifically brought together for a reason, or at least that's the way Tamaki put it, without each other each of the boys on their own just couldn't survive in this modern day world. In a sense, they had become a family, whether any of them wanted to admit it or not; Tamaki was right. With graduation coming up sooner than expected, no one was ready to give up their place in the club. Honey even joked about failing his senior year in order to stay here at Ouran, Tamaki insisted that they graduate, seeing as though if they stayed then well..sooner or later there'd be nothing worth staying for.

Kyouya continued walking down the hall, feeling a new weight on his shoulders due to the small depression he just put himself through. If only life could be as easy as everyone had panned it out to be. Back in the summer, he remembered what Tamaki had said to him when they were lying underneath a large tree hidden within the commoners park. The sun was hidden just beyond the leaves that swooped above them, but even the little light that soaked inside was shining directly on Tamaki. Kyouya remembered the feel of his spouse's hair when he rested his head on his chest and allowed him to caress every part of his beautiful identity; the smells that wafted around them were fresh and sweet, unlike any other.

Those words though. When Tamaki turned to him, at directly sunset and smiled, whispering lightly as though he was entirely at peace, "Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Promise me that no matter what happens to the host club. You'll always be there to pick me up when I fall."

"I promise."

"With all your heart?"

"With whatever's left of it."

Kyouya meant it. He would always be there for Tamaki, no matter what happened, it was simply fact. Alright, so he did constantly put him down and tease him and what not, but Kyouya could tell that Tamaki understood. Tamaki understood why Kyouya was partially incapable of showing any other form of compassion; Tamaki understood everything about Kyouya, whether he liked to admit it or not.

With a sigh, Kyouya turned the corner, not realizing that there was someone coming from the other direction. Their bodies slammed into each other, sending them flying down onto the floor. Kyouya let out a groan as he grabbed his head, sitting up so he faced his 'attacker', "Pardon me. I should've watch where I was going."

"No, no. It was all me." The other boy chuckled as he sat up, rubbing his own cheek.

That's when Kyouya saw it. Those eyes. That hair. It can't be. Kyouya saw him leave the building not too long ago; maybe he forgot something. "Yagami-sempai…"

"Please, call me Light."

"Light. I'm terribly sorry, are you okay?" Kyouya eyed the boys face for a moment, studying every little aspect of him. There was something about Light..something…strange.

"I'm fine. Really." A forced smile spread across the boys face as he lifted himself up off the ground, extending a hand towards Kyouya. "Are you?"

Kyouya took his hand with a moments hesitation, allowing the other boy to pull him up off the ground. He really didn't like this Light Yagami. With grades and looks like his, he really shouldn't be so friendly. What did he have to be so happy about? "Yes, of course. Thank you."

"For what?"

"Helping me up."

"Oh," Light wrapped his arms around his own stomach, releasing a small, but very convincing, laugh, "Yeah. No problem. So, where are you heading?"

"I was just on my way out, actually. Where are you going?"

"No where important." Light shifted on each of his heels and shrugged, "Well, I'll let you get going. See you in class."

"Yes. In class." Kyouya watched as Light walked away with ease. It was hardly understandable why the boy would already want to be on a first name bases, after all, this was the first time they actually ever talked. In class the two were basically competing to be the best. Either way, Kyouya could tell there was something odd about him.

A dark splash of black laid still across the floor, it caught Kyouya's attention. Anything dark here in Ouran normally had to do with the 'magic club', but this item had fallen out of Lights pocket. Perhaps the boy was in the magic club, it wouldn't be the first time something surprising came from that group. Kyouya picked up the notebook and began skimming through the pages. "It's just a bunch of names." Kyouya sighed with dissapointment and slid the book into his back pocket, turning on his heel to leave.

Before he could make it far, something whizzed past him. It was too dark to tell exactly what it was, but it certainly wasn't a shadow, the sun wasn't in the position for that. He looked to his side; no one there. Then to his other side; no one there. must have been his imagination. Kyouya shrugged and turned around where his face met up with blazing red eyes. A silence hung over him for a moment, unable to speak as the creature crawled off the ceiling and stood on it's feet. A wild like grin danced across it's mouth as it reveal sharply pointed teeth which just barely missed digging into the flesh of it's lips. Kyouya's heart stopped and he fell backward onto the floor, his eyes slowly beginning to close.

Hoarse chuckling sounded from about him as the room began to swirl whilst the creature pranced around making mockery noises. Kyouya wasn't sure what he was witnessing but it couldn't be anything good. He had read about these things; the stories, the articles, all of it. That creature with menacing eyes and a wicked smile was none other than a, "Shinigami."

"Oh, so you're still alive?" It laughed some more, hopping back onto the ceiling. "Nice place you've got here. The colors really match your skin tone." More laughter broke from without it's teeth, as it's hands began scratching at the center of his chest. The feathers that lined it's shoulders were wide spread and unappealing, it was noticeable that the lining of his shirt was stitched into his skin, keeping the feathers there with what looked like fabric.

"Who are you?" Kyouya kept his glare on the ceiling, not daring to take one look into the monsters eyes. He had no clue what it was capable of and in all honesty, he didn't want to know. "Why are you here?"

"You ask a lot of questions. Geez, I thought Light would at least have the decency to give me someone fun."

"Light? As in..Light Yagami?"

"I'm not permitted to say. But, I can tell you my name."

"Continue." Kyouya forced himself up, situating the glasses on his nose and took deep breaths. Could anyone else see this? Damn, he should have stayed with Tamaki. Putting up with endless hours of affection and annoyance from that boy had to of been better than suffering from hysterical illusions of death gods.

"I'm Ryuk. The moment you touched that notebook, I became almost immediately attached to you."

"So, you're now my property?"

"I'm no one's property. I'm just going to hang around 'till you get tiring so I can have the rest of your years."

"The rest of my years?"

"Just read the rules of the notebook."

Kyouya opened it to the front page, revealing white words carved into a pure black page, labeling "How to use it..I"

"1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

3. If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a Heart attack.

5. After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds (400 seconds or approx. 6.66 minutes).

6. The Death note will not affect those under 780 days old.

7. A death note will be rendered useless if the victim's name is misspelled four times.

8. If a death note is lost or stolen the owner will lose ownership unless it is retrieved within 490 days."

After reading each rule carefully, Kyouya slowly shut the book and turned his face up to Ryuk, a sly smirk escaping his lips, "I think I can use this to my advantage.."

"Music to my ears." Ryuk broke into another laugh and watched as Kyouya scanned some more over the pages. He hadn't gotten to the secondary rules or any of the others, he simply felt like the only thing important was to know the bases of it.

As the day faded into night, and night faded into morning, Kyouya and Ryuk began to converse. Kyouya asked tons of questions on the way to school, trying to figure out what all exactly Light had done with the book, seeing as though there were tons of names written own. Ryuk was too stubborn to answer anything; but Kyouya was certain that at some point in their new relationship he would open up.

During class Kyouya remained silent. It was impossible for anyone else to see Ryuk unless they had touched one of the pages in the book. The Death Note rested in his backpack all day; it was far too risky to pull it out in class or anywhere near other people. Light had seemed to of forgotten all about it, because the next time Kyouya saw him was only because he had thought that Kyouya was hurt after yesterday. The boy really could be nice, that is, when power wasn't the only thing on his mind.

The day zoomed by, Kyouya had actually only spent most of it with Light, waiting for the perfect moment. He had planned to touch Light with the notebook at some point in the day. It was no fun without torturing him in some way, right? After all, Ryuk had told him how well Light played games when the book was in his possession.

Kyouya handed Light his bag during the last period and smiled the friendliest he could. Tamaki always said he could fake a smile really well, "Hey, Light. Do you mind grabbing my notebook for me? I forgot to write down our homework assignment."

"Sure thing!" light shuffled through the contents of the bafg for a moment, pulling out the Death Note and smiled cheerfully. "Is it this one?"

"Precisely."

"Hm. That's a pretty creepy thing to write on your cover, Kyouya. Don't want the teacher seeing that, she might take it up." Light chuckled and flipped through the pages a few times.

Kyouya watched with enthusiasm and carefully slid the notebook out of Light's hands just as the boys grip tightened. There was a noticeable change in his face and pupils. He remembered. Kyouya always knew there was a darker side to himself, but seeing the pain of Light remembering kind of got him thinking. Was it really worth it? Besides, what if Light retaliated irrationally? Impossible. The boy was much smarter than that. Besides, the real reason Kyouya wanted Light to remember was well because..with the two competing for the notebook, the other boy wouldn't be able to study as hard. It was all fun and games when it came to tricks, but Kyouya took them seriously; he had to be on top of everything. For his father. For his brothers. For his sister. For his company.

Light glared in Kyouya's direction as he slid the notebook into his back and smirked, "Thank you."

"No problem."

Class continued on quietly, more silent than ever. It was kind of scary how quite was. The clock seemed to have broken the day before so there was no ticking, just..silence. Apprehension tickled the air as each student shot glances from around the room, noticing Kyouya and Light's slight tension.

"If you lit a match in this room it would probably blow up. Because I think we've hit a gas tank." Ryuk tried breaking the silence with his foolish humor, but only Kyouya and Light could here him. Neither cared.

That same ear piercing ring shot out through the classroom and Kyouya gathered his stuff, taking steady steps out of the classroom. He had left earlier today to see if Light followed along. Even though the hallways were crowded and each of his sides were blocked, Kyouya knew Light wasn't far behind. He couldn't be. The tension was still present.

"Hey! Kyouya! Wait up!" There it was. Light came jogging up to his side, pushing students out of the way with no manners at all, pulling off that same stupid smile. "Where to?"

"And why are you interested?"

"Maybe I'd like to join you. I hear you do this brothel kind of thing in music room 3."

"It is not a brothel. And maybe if you stopped listening to rumors and followed your instincts you'd know that."

"Whatever. I'm still joining you."

"There's always room for an extra pretty face."

Ryuk floated close behind them as the boys entered the host room. Light made a face at the scenery and shook his head, "Some place you got here."

"Indeed it is." Kyouya rested his bag on the couch and walked over to a small tea table, pulling out their checking book. "Earns us a lot."

"Oh yeah?" Kyouya heard Light's footsteps from behind him, but they weren't getting closer, they were moving to the side. Towards the couch. Most people underestimated Kyouya; bad mistake. Through all the hardships he faced, Kyouya learned that if there was one thing that was important in this world than it was pride. Pride made us who we are and what we were to become. Love and compassion along with socialization skills came in last. No one listens too a man who sounds like he runs a flower shop. Tamaki changed this. Tamaki taught Kyouya that pride was nothing compared to all the things Kyouya's family had ruled out. Listen to the world around you and you might just find a symphony. Tamaki was Kyouya's symphony. He opened his eyes to everything good and pure; he wouldn't approve of what Kyouya was doing here. With Light. Treating him this way, holding others lives within his hands.

But then again. Tamaki hardly ever approved of anything Kyouya did. Maybe this occasion was different. Kyouya could become number one over Light Yagami and prove to Tamaki that he was the best. Just like Tamaki always strived to get him to believe. Yes. He would do this. For Tamaki.

"If you're looking for the notebook. You're not going to find it in there."

"Oh. Haha. So you're the one that found my notebook?"\

"Indeed. And if you don't mind, which I'm sure you will, I think I'll be keeping it for a while."

"You can't do that. Isn't that considered stealing?"

"I like to refer to it as the term.." Kyouya glided the notebook out of his pocket and swirled around in his chair to face Light. His eyes were barely visible, just like he liked, due to the reflection shining off of his lens. He held the notebook up with two fingers and chuckled, "finders keepers."