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AN: Back with another story by the request of joster13, only this time, it mainly deals with Kyoya and Nanami. This will most definitely be the end. This story also features the Kuronuma twins as the ringleaders in love, but their appearance isn't as important as they were in the last two stories. This story will be short. This story will wrap up on everything. So now, read on and enjoy.

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Chapter 1

Eight Years and A Distant Reunion

Eight years to Kyoya felt like a long time. The first four years after high school were spent in college where Kyoya studied in the medical field. The next four years were spent in medical school. Now, Kyoya was ready to work alongside his brothers and his father in the Ohtori Medical Hospital. His father was still alive and continued to run the business, but he was getting into his old age now. He could tell all of his sons had talent, but to choose the heir was getting to be difficult.

That is when Yoshio Ohtori made a deal with his sons. Whichever son could fall in love, and really fall in love with a respectable woman, marry her, and produce a liable son, would become the heir to Ohtori Corporations. All three sons could get any woman they wanted with their status, but this seemed to test their hearts more than their brains.

Finding a bride good enough to match his father's expectations and falling in love with this woman was a hard task for Kyoya. It seemed that all women that crossed paths with him only flattered him for his money. It was irritating. Were there anymore sensible women around anymore? This question was answered the day Kyoya was making his rounds in one of the hospitals his family owned. As he was walking down one of the halls, he bumped into Missus Nagamori. She was the mother of Kyoya's most recent ex-girlfriend, Nanami Ichigo. (Kyoya hadn't gotten around to dating other women since he started college.)

Mrs. Nagamori bowed with respect when she saw Kyoya. "I apologize, Kyoya."

"Not at all, Mrs. Nagamori," Kyoya answered.

The doctor chuckled and said, "You know, I haven't seen you for eight years. How are you?"

Kyoya smiled. "I'm excellent. What about you Mrs. Nagamori? You still look as young as you did eight years."

The woman laughed. "Nonsense! I am getting in my old age now, I must look older."

The boy shook his head. "How is Nanami?" He asked uneasily.

Her smile faded slightly, but said, "She's fine."

It was almost as if fate was playing a cruel trick on Kyoya. As if on cue, a woman turned the corner and greeted Mrs. Nagamori by saying, "Hi mom!" Sure enough, this was Nanami, Kyoya's ex-girlfriend.

She certainly looked older, more mature after eight years. It looked like she had grown a couple more inches, or maybe her tennis shoes were providing her with a boost. Her hair had lost its usual outward flair, and was now tied up into a ponytail. Her dark brown eyes seemed to be brighter than normal.

"Hello Nanami," Mrs. Nagamori greeted back.

Kyoya watched Nanami's eyes slowly trail up his own. Surprise was written all over her face as she struggled to find the right words.

"…Kyoya! What a surprise to see you here," She finally said. She smiled uncomfortably at him.

"Same," He answered with a smirk. They stared at each other with discomfort. How awkward.

Mrs. Nagamori quickly broke the ice as she asked her daughter, "So how is Ruka?"

"She's doing well. Akiko is with her now, so I wanted to give them some time alone with Miki," Nanami answered. She began putting on her jacket and her scarf. "I'm going to go eat dinner, and then come back."

The woman nodded. "Okay, then."

"Do you mind if I join you for dinner?" Kyoya asked quickly. Nanami shot him another surprised glance and hesitantly shook her head. "All right. I'll get my jacket, and we can go." Kyoya excused himself and hurried off to his office to get his coat.

Nanami turned to her mom. "Mom…"

The woman raised her hands defensively. "This has nothing to do with me, darling. Whatever is between you and Kyoya is between the both of you."

Nanami sighed.

Kyoya soon came back wearing his jacket.

Both set off together. They exited the hospital and to the cold streets of Tokyo where Christmas decorations adorned the buildings. It was lightly snowing outside as the cold air charred Kyoya and Nanami's skin. As they walked down the street, Nanami reached into her pocket to extract a pair of gloves, and she fumbled to put them on. It was then that Kyoya noticed a big bruise on Nanami's right hand.

"Why is your hand all bruised up?" Kyoya commented.

The girl tried covering it up, and said, "What are you talking-"

Kyoya grabbed her hand, looking at the bruise. He ran his fingers over the bruise that had tinges of blue, black, and dark red. He applied pressure on it causing Nanami to wince slightly.

"It's fine," She said, jerking her hand away from him.

"…So how are you?"

"Fine. You?"

Kyoya frowned at Nanami. It was getting to be a little irritating that everything with Nanami was "fine".

"I'm good." There was a silence between them until Kyoya suddenly retorted, "Do you know what 'fine' stands for, Nanami?"

"Humor me." She said curtly.

"Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional. Are you still fine?"

"Oh, right, because I am feeling all four of those emotions right now," Nanami replied sarcastically while smiling grimly at him.

Both walked into a nearby restaurant and took a seat next to the window. Nanami stared out of it with a look of wonder. When Kyoya asked her why she was at the hospital, her face became unreadable as she looked at him.

"You remember my friends Ruka and Akiko from Ouka, don't you?" Nanami asked. "A couple years ago, her and Akiko saw each other in a new light. They're married now and they just had their first child today. It's a girl named Miki. I'm going to be Miki's godmother."

"Congratulations."

"Yeah…"

"So what are you up to now?"

"I'm the Athletics Director and the coach for softball and track at Ouka right now," Nanami answered.

Kyoya smiled. "How nice. You're coaching the two sports you excelled at."

She ignored his comment. "I don't need to know what you are up to now, Kyoya. It's basically on the headlines. Are you working hard to prove that you have more talent than your brothers?"

Kyoya smiled dryly at Nanami. "I really don't understand why you are carrying such a bitter tone."

Nanami returned his dry smile with one of her own. "Bitter tone? I have no idea what you are talking about," She replied with mock pleasantness.

He glared at her with an appraising look. It was hard to read Nanami since she was so clever at hiding her true feelings. The only times she had let her guard down was that one night nine years ago and when they were dating and were having an intimate moment. But her face was as unreadable as it was the night she broke things off with him.

They finished their food in silence and left the restaurant together in silence.

"Nice seeing you again, Kyoya," Nanami replied outside. She turned around and began running down the street.

"Hey, wait! The hospital is the other way!" Kyoya yelled after her. He could tell she was pretending not to hear him. He frowned and began heading for the hospital alone.

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Kyoya collapsed onto his bed the moment he got home. He felt tired from today. The last time he felt so tired was when he used to chase Nanami around.

Nanami…

Her cold face reminded him of when they first met. Kyoya turned over onto his stomach and reached under the bed. He pulled out a shoebox and removed the cover. He was feeling lazy enough that he didn't want to lift the box onto his bed. With one arm, he began to lift pictures from the box, stare at it, and then drop it onto the floor. All of these pictures were of him and Nanami. There were occasional ones where Nanami and him were pictured struggling for the dominant role or Nanami huddling against him with a smile. Kyoya wasn't sentimental, but this was one thing he couldn't throw away after they broke up.

Kyoya remembered that ever since they met, he was always the one doing the chasing. When they agreed on becoming a couple, Nanami grew to be distant with him. He didn't know if it was from uncertainty or simply fear of a relationship. Kyoya could remember the night he had to spend in Nanami's house because there was a big snowstorm that lasted for two days. In those two days, he was able to memorize the curves of her face, the strawberry smell of her hair, the taste of her lips…

He rubbed his forehead agitatedly. Oh great, now he couldn't stop thinking about Nanami.

She wasn't exactly the type of girl that Kyoya was used to. He was accustomed to girls being thrown in his direction, and while Nanami was one of those girls at one point, she was determined to keep her distance. Maybe that was what made her so attractive. Maybe that is why had to chase her, to work for her affections… Even after agreeing to go out with him, he still had to work to get more than a smile from her lips and bring out the softness of her voice.

Kyoya sat up on his bed. It felt odd to know that Nanami was the only person that he really wanted. Even after eight years, he felt like really wanted her still.

Well, if he wanted her, he was going to work for her heart again.

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Nanami quietly looked out of the faculty office window. It was snowing, and just watching the falling snowflakes was pleasant and calming. Nanami actually wanted to head home now, but it was cold outside and the office was quite toasty.

Nanami could feel her cell phone vibrate in the pocket of her sweater. She reached in and took it out. She stared at the screen; her cell phone claiming she had a new text message. She opened it up and read it. All it said was:

Front gate, whenever you are ready.

Nanami stared at the number, recognizing it to be Kyoya's. What? Why did he send her this message? The woman hastily put on her jacket, and out of the office. As she left through the school doors, she trudged through the snow and to the front gate. There, she found Kyoya and his black limo waiting for her.

"I'll take you home, Nanami," Kyoya replied.

"You don't have to, you know," The woman answered.

"But I want to."

She scoffed. "You have always said that."

"I will continue to say it, if you don't mind." Kyoya grabbed Nanami's arm and began pulling her to the car.

Nanami gave him an odd look and muttered, "This could be considered as kidnapping."

He ignored her comment and the stares of a gathering crowd. Nanami reluctantly got inside the limo and Kyoya got in afterwards.

"Nanami's apartment," Kyoya ordered the driver. The car was started and began its drive.

Nanami stared at her former boyfriend with uncertainty. "Do you even know where my apartment is?"

Kyoya smiled at her knowingly. She glared at him and averted her gaze away afterwards. Kyoya continued to watch Nanami. He almost felt a sense of nostalgia when staring at her. He knew that Nanami knew that he was watching her. She pretended not to notice as she stared out of the window.

"It's starting to snow a lot harder now," She commented.

Kyoya looked out of his own window. She was right. Judging from the way the trees were blowing, the cold, December winds were picking up speed as well.

"There might even be a snowstorm later tonight if the weather keeps this up," He added.

Nanami nodded.

Finally, Kyoya's car pulled up in front of the apartment complex that Nanami lived it. It wasn't like the complex that Haruhi lived in. This complex was for the middle class families that had a little bit of money on them.

As soon as they both got out of the car, Nanami raised her hand and caught an icy snowball that was hurled her way. Kyoya turned his head to find a small group of boys and girls nearby.

"How was that, Nanami-san?" A boy asked.

Nanami smiled and said, "Nice pitch, Kyou! But don't you think all of you should get inside now? The weather is starting to get worse."

"Okay!"

"See you later, Nanami-san!"

"Bye-bye!"

The group ran inside.

"I'll see you to your apartment," Kyoya answered. Nanami knew it would be useless to argue with him so she merely nodded.

As they rode in the elevator to the sixth floor, Kyoya noticed that Nanami was holding her right hand close to her chest. Her right hand was the one that had a bruise on it… He gripped her wrist and when she looked up at him, he said, "Let me see."

She held out her hand. Kyoya ran his fingers over her palm, the bones of her hand, and the bruise. Nanami bit her lip when he applied pressure to it.

"What have you been doing?" He asked. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out together. Kyoya continued to stare at her hand as he guided the girl to her apartment. He knew the number as well.

Nanami smiled sarcastically. "It isn't easy teaching kids how to pitch a baseball," She answered. She began fumbling with her keys as she struggled to unlock the door with her free hand. When the door was finally open, she allowed Kyoya to come in as well.

"This bruise came from baseball?" Kyoya asked. Nanami sat down inside her living room where a kotatsu lay.

"Yeah. I coach softball for girls and baseball for boys. I also teach those kids you saw earlier how to play," Nanami remarked. "The girls don't pitch so hard, but the boys are more aggressive and the bruise is mainly from them."

Kyoya opened Nanami's freezer and grabbed a fistful of ice. He put it all into a plastic bag and tied it shut. He sat down next to Nanami in the living room and set the bag in Nanami's hand.

"Thanks."

"Well, I don't think the bones in your hand aren't broken, but I think they are bruised up pretty badly. I think that once this storm passes, we should go to the hospital to get an X-ray of it."

Nanami turned to the window. Snow was falling endlessly and the howls of the wind were getting louder. She could just imagine that the news would say to stay indoors until the storm passed. She looked at Kyoya with a look of concern. He almost knew what she was thinking. She was stuck with him for the second time because of a snowstorm. Was this pure luck or just fate playing with them?

So, what do you think so far? I don't have any notes for this chapter, but there will be a few for the next one. Anyway, thank you for reading!