Eclair came back one day, to Japan.
She went to Kyouya.
They sat in his sitting room, where they should have been supervised, but no one was there to supervise them.
"Why did you come, Eclair? Come to ruin the lives of my friends again? To threaten my father's company? " Kyouya stared at her over the top of his glasses, leaning on his elbows.
Eclair laughed harshly.
"Ah, Kyouya. I wouldn't."
"Why exactly did you come then?"
Eclair seemed not to hear him, and got up and paced to the window, where she peered out.
"Kyouya, what would you do if we fell in love?" She began suddenly, spinning to face him.
"We wouldn't." Kyouya stared, wondering what her plan was this time.
"Why ever not?" Eclair seemed truly confused, turning to the window once more.
"We are both, together, much to smart."
Eclair laughed again.
"But, Kyouya, what if we fell in love? Spent so much time together we couldn't help but fall in love?" Eclair stoked a hydrangia near the window, but didn't face Kyouya.
"Got married, not for family, or prestige, or money? Just for us? Fell in love. Spent time together, and got angry and got in fights and sulked and made up? What ever then?
If we had children, and argued about their grades, and they didn't grow up wondering if their father and mother would ever smile? If we went on trips together, and our children knew we were in love, and knew we loved them?" Eclair turned, tears in her eyes.
"What then?"
"You're insane."
"Oh, that wasn't the question."
Kyouya stared at this thin, rich girl, who, in all reality, had absolutely nothing.
"Fine. I don't know, Eclair. Our lives are made for our family, we are nothing without them. We are more pawns than anything. I know, that as much as I aspire, I have
impossible tasks to accomplish before I can do anything with my life. But you, you are a female, something to be married off and gain yet more business partners, and money. Money is all that ever matters, to them. It is what makes their world go round."
"But, Kyouya. It will never buy me happiness." Eclair came and sat across from Kyouya, gazing coolly into his level gray eyes.
"No. It never will." They sat still, across from each other, drinking their tea.
"Kyouya, are you happy?" Eclair asked, tilting her head.
Kyouya glanced at her quickly.
"I suppose so." Eclair gazed at him, comprehension blooming in her head.
"No one has ever asked you that question, have they?" Kyouya looked down at his teacup.
"You poor boy. I have never been happy either. This isn't making me happy either, but it doesn't make me sad." Eclair stared at him without pity.
"Marry me." Kyouya said, gazing at her hard. Eclair shook her head and took a sip of tea.
"No."
"Why not? You were just nattering away about falling in love with me, and having children. Why won't you marry me if it will make you happy?"
"Because marriage should make both people happy. I'm honored you would actually sacrifice your own happiness to make me happy, but it wouldn't make me happy if you
weren't happy."
They stared at each other, both scarily calm.
"I could make you marry me."
"No doubt you could. But you wouldn't."
"Why not?" Kyouya shot.
"You're not stone." Eclair shot back.
Another few moments of silent tea drinking.
"Say you love me." Eclair smiled coldly.
"No."
"Why?"
"Marry me first."
Eclair snorted.
"Kyouya, always the negotiater, hmm?"
"I try."
"How is your Host Club, anyway? Tamaki, Haruhi, the rest?"
Kyouya shrugged.
"They're fine. Imbeciles, but fine." Eclair smiled.
"Do you want me to go home, Kyouya?"
"If you wish."
They stared at each other calmly.
"We could easily arrange it that this time next year we lived together, you know." Eclair noticed.
"I'm supposed to be trying to convince you to marry me, not the other way around." Kyouya chided.
"True. I apologize." Eclair stood up and bowed deeply.
"Apology accepted." Kyouya stood and faked a curtsey.
"Think about my offer."
"Will do, kind sir." Eclair waved and sauntered out the door.
Yoshio Ottori came in just as Eclair's car drove away.
"Kyouya! Was that that Tonnerre girl I just saw?!"
Kyouya looked at his father quizzically.
"Of course not Father."
Yoshio began to exhale when his son continued.
"That wasn't the Tonnerre girl, that is just Eclair."
And Kyouya was friends with her forever more.