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She closed her brown eyes. Why now? Why now when she had finally settled her life? When she already moved on. He was nothing to her but a reminiscent of her past.

Nothing.

"When?" She quietly asked the redhead in front of her.

"Haruhi. You know you can't hide from him forever. And why must you hide? Why don't you just tell him?"

"I can't." she answered Kaoru softly, "I don't want to face him anymore."

"Well, you can't continue this way forever! You need all the help you can get!" The guy shouted, squeezing her left hand, "Haruhi. He needs to know."

"Even if he does, he will not want it. He told me so himself."

The redhead shut his green eyes, "When have you become a coward Fujioka Haruhi?" he stood up, "You weren't this way before."

She gave him a bitter smile. "I fell in love with the wrong guy, it didn't work out. I'm not a coward, but we both know what type of person he is. He's not likely to accept what I did lying down. You know he would seek revenge. I wouldn't mind if it was just me Kaoru, you know I wouldn't, but not with Shuji around. Not, with Shuji around." She said with finality.

Kaoru stood and placed the coffee cups they were using on the kitchen sink and proceeded to wash them. He gave a little sigh.

"How's it like living here? Away from the city?" he asked her, "You've been here like what? Almost 5 years?"

Haruhi shrugged, better than I imagined. At least I'm near Mizuru-san. And dad visits all the time."

"But you're a lawyer Haruhi, not a librarian!"

She grinned, "I do practice law you know. I notarize public documents and when someone asks me, I do represent cases of people here."

"Is it worth it? Hiding here? Don't you miss your friends? Classmates? Us? Hikaru's been asking about you. I keep lying but he doesn't believe me. You know I'm not good with lying when in comes to him."

"I know. Arigatou for keeping my location."

"Nah. Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I found you when I visited our villa here and decided to pass by Mizuru-san's place." He placed the cups in the cupboard and closed them. "I was hoping to see Shuji but I guess he won't be here for at least an hour and I need to meet my brother by 4. Is it alright if I go ahead?"

Haruhi stood on tiptoe and kissed Kaoru's smooth cheek. "Hai. Arigatou for visiting me and bringing goods." She said, eyeing the basket of imported food he brought and placed on the table. "I'll tell Shuji you waited for him."

"Nah, it's alright. By the way, there's a dress under all that food. I designed it, so wear it sometime." He winked at her.

"Kaoru, I still have about 50 dresses that you designed which I haven't even worn yet."

"Heh. I like designing for you. Humor me."

"And where will I wear all those gowns in the middle of a countryside?"

"Maybe you'll be able to use them one of these days! Ja ne!" He answered as he went inside his car. "Thanks for the coffee and cookies!"

Haruhi watched his car sped away before going inside her little house. She didn't show it but Kaoru's news shocked her. Could he really be back after all these years? She went into her room and opened her desk drawer. She pulled out a black box from under the many things inside and slowly unlocked the container. Inside was the locket he gave her when she topped the bar exams.

She sat on the bed and buried her face on her knees.

"Kyouya." She sobbed his name. Memories rushed inside her head.

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"Arigatou." She said when he placed the locket on her neck. "It's beautiful, but expensive. I feel as if I shouldn't take it."

They were on the balcony of his penthouse apartment. He invited her for dinner as a congratulatory party for her topping the bar.

He kissed her neck. "Really Haruhi, I won't go bankrupt if you accept jewelry from me."

"Kyouya, this is an expensive brand. I can't buy this even if I save all my lawyering salary for one year."

The shadow king smirked, "You can if you marry me." he proposed.

Haruhi raised an eyebrow; "I'm not going to marry you for money."

He laughed, and then turned serious. "Then marry me for love."

"Do you love me?" she asked, not once in the 9 months that they were together did he mention the three words.

"You know the answer to that."

"You do?" She asked curiously.

"Haruhi." he warned then turned away from her, "Marriage will benefit both of us."

She closed her eyes, couldn't he at least say the words?

"Do you love me?" she asked again.

"I wouldn't propose if I don't feel anything for you." He smoothly avoided her question. She was not fooled.

Haruhi waited. Kyouya rubbed his temple.

"I don't know what love is. I like you. Isn't that enough?"

"Kyouya, I don't know what love is too. But I know I love you." She told him bluntly.

"Then you'll marry me?" he asked, twisting her words.

"No. Not until you can honestly say you love me too."

He touched her face softly, and then raised her chin. Haruhi stared into those onyx-colored eyes. "I'm not good with words. Can I just show you?" he whispered to her softly.

She closed her eyes, "Yes. Please. Show me."

He kissed her.

"Wait, what are you—"

"Shh… Let me love you tonight."

Kyouya kissed her closed eyes before bending down and carrying her bridal style towards his bed. He placed her in the middle before trapping her little body with his own. He caressed her long brown hair and kissed her brow.

"You're very beautiful you know." He whispered. "Almost like a doll."

Haruhi touched his face. "You too."

He took of his coat and tie then proceeded to take off her clothes.

"Aren't we going too fast?"

"Not fast enough." He smirked at her. Then dipped his head and kissed her eager lips. He neck, her shoulders, down her throat and licked the space between her—

"Haruhi!!" someone interrupted her reminiscing, "We're home! Shuji don't dirty the floor"

She blinked then went downstairs.

"Okairi." She greeted Arai. Then felt her being thrown out of balance as someone jumped into her arms.

"Okaa-san!" a dark-haired, onyx-eyed boy dropped a wet kiss on her cheek. "Camping's fun but we missed you!"

Fujioka Haruhi closed her eyes and hugged her almost 5-year-old son.

"Kyouya, you can't take him away from me. I won't let you."

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A/N: Not written by me, but I'll pass your reviews to the author. Sorry, I wanted to redo something, I'll probably update within this week. The story's actually finished, but it's in paper form, not "word" type. This was my friends' literature project, (You know those teachers who gives you a "make your own story/novel" type?) I only change the characters and do minor changes.