Blow Me One Last Kiss Chapter 1: Blow Me One Last Kiss, an ouran high school host club fanfic

Blow Me One Last Kiss

A/N: This fic was inspired by the Pink song of the same title. It's a fantastic song and I would recommend listening to it while reading this fic, cuz I'm listening to it while writing this fic… I was driving the other night and that song came on and suddenly I had a fanfic in my head, cuz I'm crazy like that. Also, as of right now this is just a one-shot, but I'm thinking of writing a follow-up from Kyouya's point of view... Let me know if that sounds like a good idea!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club or Pink or any of her songs/music/lyrics. I also have no affiliation with same.

Haruhi Fujioka, aged 28, was finishing her notes for the case that she would begin presenting on Monday. The young lawyer had only passed the bar four years ago, but she was already a well-respected member of the small firm. She tried to tell herself that it was because of her talents and intelligence, and not because of the name attached to the gold wedding band on her left hand.

She carefully straightened the pile of papers in her hand, put them in a file folder, then placed the folder in her briefcase. Standing up, she straightened her perfectly tailored skirt and jacket, part of her graduation gift from Hikaru and Kaoru. Locking her office, she headed out, pausing to wave to the only other lawyer in the building and trying to ignore the glint of gold on her hand.

Haruhi was unhappy. It was Friday night and she was almost certainly going to be alone yet again. The Hitachiin twins were normally her companions on nights like these, but they were off gallivanting around Europe doing fashion shows. She hadn't seen Honey or Mori since her graduation from law school. As for Tamaki and Kyouya… well!

White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight
Clench of jaw, I've got another headache again tonight
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears
I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you
Tie a knot in the rope, trying to hold, trying to hold,
But there's nothing to grab so I let go

She looked around and saw a limo waiting at the curb, a perfectly ramrod chauffer waiting and watching for her. She rolled her eyes and deliberately turned her back on him, moving to flag down a taxi. Now the servant was moving towards her, intending to intercept her.

"Mrs. Ootori…!" he began.

Haruhi turned around fast, her glare causing the man to freeze in his tracks. "It's Ms. Fujioka, you may recall," she said icily.

"I… I apologize, madam!" the man exclaimed. "I thought that was only in public…"

Haruhi rolled her eyes and gestured to her surroundings, as though to ask where on earth he thought they were, if not in public.

"Ms. Fujioka," the man murmured meekly, trying to appease the mistress of the house, "the master does not wish for you to take public transportation… A woman of your standing…"

"I'm a commoner, Mr. Li, even if I have married into money," Haruhi said, and noted the surprise that she actually remembered his name. "I have taken public transportation all my life. Besides, if the only thing the master cares about is that I'm not seen in a common taxi, then I don't care to indulge his whim. If he actually gave a damn about me…" She stopped abruptly, realizing she should not be venting to the hired help.

"Ms. Fujioka, please… My job…" Mr. Li pleaded.

Haruhi sighed, resistance melting. "Oh, fine. But this better not happen again."

"Of course, madam," Mr. Li murmured, escorting her back to the limo.

Haruhi settled into the plush seats and took a deep breath. It was unusual for her to lose her temper like that. But her marriage with Kyouya had become downright intolerable.

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)

Kyouya had proposed to her the day of his graduation from Ouran, and she had accepted on the condition that they not marry until she had graduated high school. They had dated for the entirety of his senior year and everything had been lovely. He was busy of course, but so was she, and she had been content to enjoy his company when she could. Even after their marriage, she had been busy with college, and then law school. Kyouya had been kind to her, paying for her education and promising to find her a place among his company lawyers, but she had refused the job offer, wanting a nobler job helping people rather than defending large companies. Even when they married, she kept her own last name, wanting people to take her seriously on her own accomplishments rather than on her husband's name and wealth.

It wasn't until she passed the bar and started her career that Haruhi began to realize that there was something very wrong with their marriage. The couple never spent any time together. Once she could have chalked it up to her busy school schedule when she would have discouraged contact anyways, but now… Now there were lonely evenings and lonelier nights in her bedroom that was down the hall from her husband's. They had shared a bed only a handful of times a year over the last decade. She couldn't even remember the last time they had had a real conversation where neither was distracted by work or some electronic device or paperwork. They might see each other for a moment in the morning as they dashed off to their respective jobs, and she might see him in the evening before he locked himself in his study until some ungodly hour of the morning.

Lonely and neglected, Haruhi threw herself into her work, but it wasn't enough. The Hitachiin twins were her companions most nights, but she didn't confide any of the details of her failing marriage. And then there was Tamaki…

Haruhi had never thought she would be jealous of the handsome young man, but she was. Nearly every night, Tamaki would show up at their estate, embrace Haruhi and kiss her forehead, twirl her around a bit, ask her about her day, and then knock on Kyouya's study door. He would be admitted at once, something that Haruhi had never been able to achieve. Why did Tamaki Suoh get preferential treatment over Kyouya's own wife? Haruhi had her suspicions…

When he proposed, Kyouya had assured her that he wasn't taking her as a trophy wife, that he respected her independence and her brains, but being on his arms at the business dinners and cocktail parties had given her a different impression. At these functions, Kyouya would make a show of being the devoted husband, and he would brag about her law work. It made Haruhi feel like she was an actress in some strange play, and that her intellect was being touted the way some of those men showed off their plastic Barbie-doll wives with glistening jewels all over their bodies.

Haruhi snapped out of her reverie when Mr. Li opened the door of the limo. They were home. She thanked him and walked inside the austere and somewhat sterile mansion. She went straight to her small office, placing her briefcase there for perusal later. Then she paused, looking at a photograph of her and Kyouya on their honeymoon in Jamaica. Both were lounging on the beach in swimsuits and looked happy… Haruhi couldn't remember feeling like that with him in so long. They had gone on three other vacations, one to Hawaii, one on a Caribbean cruise, and one touring Europe for nearly a month, but Tamaki and the twins had tagged along on that one. And Hawaii and the cruise had been broken up by Kyouya needing to complete work-related duties.

When was the last time Kyouya had actually devoted 100 percent of his attention to her? Haruhi was truly beginning to wonder if he ever had.

Just when I think it can't get worse, I had a shit day (no!)
You had a shit day (no!), we've had a shit day (no!)
I think that life's too short for this
I'll pack my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this, Blow me one last kiss.

She walked out of her office and… speak of the devil! There he was, sitting in the dining room, sipping from a glass of wine. Haruhi moved into the room and sat down next to him. Kyouya was reading something on his laptop, and it was a few minutes before she had his attention.

"Hello Haruhi. How was work?" Kyouya asked mildly, barely glancing at the pretty brunette in the tailored suit.

"Fine. The Honda case starts Monday."

"You'll do quite well, I'm sure," Kyouya said, sipping more wine.

"Busy weekend?" Haruhi asked.

"About as busy as usual."

Haruhi waited for Kyouya to elaborate, but he didn't. She sighed. "Couldn't you take a break tonight and spend some time with me?" she asked, trying her level best to keep any pleading from her voice.

"Perhaps a small amount of time, but I have an important phone call in an hour, and I couldn't possibly say how long it will last."

"Of course not," Haruhi said bitterly. She tapped her fingers against the wooden table, then folded her hands in front of her. "We should take a vacation."

"Neither of us has time for that right now," Kyouya replied, not even bothering to look at her.

"Not a big elaborate vacation, maybe just a day trip… like to the country house or something. Somewhere where we can just talk and relax…" Her voice trailed off as she saw that Kyouya was paying absolutely no attention to her. "You know what, forget it," she said, jumping to her feet and striding out of the room. She paused in the doorway and glanced back, but was dismayed to see that Kyouya didn't even seem to have noticed her frustrated departure.

Haruhi went straight up to her bedroom and looked at the clock. It was just before 7pm on a Friday night and clearly she had no plans. A fit of rebellion took over her, so she changed from a tailored suit to a cute sundress (another gift from the twins) with a short skirt, a low-cut top, and tiny straps holding the whole thing up. It was a charming dark blue thing with light blue and yellow designs all over it. Completing that with very nice dark blue shoes and a dark blue band to hold back her hair, she called a taxi before stepping straight out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to Kyouya.

I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did,
Take it in, I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left
I am sick, whiskey-dick, no more battles for me
You'll be calling a trick, cause you'll no longer sleep
I'll dress nice, I'll look good, I'll go dancing alone
I'll laugh, I'll get drunk, I'll take somebody home

Haruhi's taxi stopped outside a small bar that she was rather familiar with. It wasn't at all seedy, but it certainly wasn't as nice as the cocktail lounges Kyouya would demand that she frequent. None of the rich bastards she was forced to deal with so often would be caught dead in such a common place, but Haruhi loved it. The drinks were perfectly mixed, they had a lovely old-fashioned jukebox, and it was never unbearably crowded. She knew a few of the regulars by name and could chat with them, but it was perfectly acceptable to keep to yourself here too.

Haruhi walked in and headed straight for her normal seat at the bar, close enough to the action, but not in anyone's way. The yellow purse slung over her shoulder had a long string, letting it hang down to her waist and swing in time with her hips. She knew she looked good and she could probably pick someone up here if she wanted, but so far, she hadn't been able to bring herself to take that extra step.

Three margaritas later, Haruhi was eyeing up a handsome redhead across the bar that reminded her a little of Hikaru Hitachiin. Two more and she'd probably be over there hitting on him. She flagged down the bartender and ordered two shots of tequila and a Blue Hawaiian. Screw sobriety, she didn't know anybody here, so no one would be running to Kyouya to tell tales. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than an all-too familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

Tall, so incredibly tall, with spiky dark hair and intense dark eyes… Takashi Morinozuka looked exactly the same as he had when Haruhi graduated law school. This could be a problem… Haruhi had always had a bit of a crush on the gorgeous upperclassman, but then he had graduated from Ouran and basically vanished from her life, so she had been happy to start dating Kyouya. But now here she was in her unhappy marriage and not particularly sober. She gulped down one of the tequila shots and decided to see what would happen next.

Mori glanced casually around the dimly-lit bar and started to stroll towards a corner stool, but he had to pass Haruhi to reach his destination, and he couldn't help but notice the dark brown curls tumbling down her back, or the very clingy blue dress. Haruhi watched him from the corner of one eye as she downed the second shot and reached for her blue drink, waiting to see if Mori would acknowledge her presence or not.

"Haruhi?"

Suppressing a triumphant smile, she turned and feigned surprise. "Mori!" she exclaimed, launching herself off the stool and throwing her arms around him. "I haven't seen you in ages! How are you? Come, sit! I'll buy you a drink!"

Mori moved to sit next to her, his long lanky form stretching out as best it could. "What are you doing here?" he asked at last.

"Drinking," Haruhi replied, sipping the blue drink and licking her lips. Rum wasn't her favorite drink, but somehow it worked beautifully in this sweet mixture.

Mori frowned, and ordered a beer with a single gesture.

"Taciturn as ever I see," Haruhi said with a smile. "Fine, I'll bite. I like the atmosphere here. Better than those damn stuffy cocktail lounges Kyouya drags me to, or one of those swanky nightclubs the twins like… all those lights and noise and dancing… Here I can just sit and drink. What are you doing here?"

"Same. I like it too," Mori said at last, sipping his beer.

"Gosh, I don't think I've seen you since I graduated from law school," Haruhi said with a sigh. "How's business?"

"Fine."

"And Honey?"

"He's well."

"He got married, didn't he?"

"Yes. Eight years ago."

"Any kids yet?"

"Two. Boy and girl. Six and four."

"Aww, how sweet," Haruhi sighed. "What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

Mori blinked as he finished his beer and glanced askance at her. Haruhi sighed, figuring she'd pushed too hard already.

"Ahh, even if you do, you're not gonna talk about it with me. Don't worry about me, I'm chatty enough for both of us when I'm buzzed," Haruhi said, finishing her drink. She tapped the bar lightly, calling the bartender over. "Screwdriver, make it a triple," she said. The bartender nodded and stepped away to mix her drink.

"Sounds awfully strong," Mori muttered. Haruhi just crossed one leg, revealing a little too much skin, but not giving a damn. "Where's Kyouya?" Mori finally asked.

Haruhi scowled, snatching up her drink the instant the bartender set it down. "I don't want to talk about him," she said, taking several large gulps of the potent drink.

Just when I think it can't get worse, I had a shit day (no!)
You had a shit day (no!), we've had a shit day (no!)
I think that life's too short for this, I'll pack my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this. Blow me one last kiss.

Mori's eyes darted to her left hand. The wedding ring was missing. Mori's eyebrows knitted together.

Haruhi sighed. "No, I haven't left him… yet." She reached into her purse and pulled out the ring, letting it sparkle in the dim light of the bar.

"You're… planning to cheat?" Mori asked at last.

"I'm not planning for it, in the strictest sense of the word," Haruhi hedged. "I just… I just want to forget that I wasted a decade of my life with a man who clearly doesn't care whether I'm alive or dead."

"That bad?" Mori asked.

Whether it was the alcohol lowering her inhibitions or some real sympathy (such as it was) for the first time since Haruhi had noticed there was a problem in her life, but she couldn't handle holding everything back anymore, and she burst into tears. "I'm so tired of being married to him," she admitted through her tears. "I don't even feel married. I see him for maybe an hour every week. He spends all his time with Tamaki and I'm just sick of it. I want out. I want to leave. I'll give him back everything he ever gave me; I just want a chance to start over."

Mori was clearly moved by her tears of frustration and very real pain. He hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder. She continued to sob and he finally put his arm all the way around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. His hand gently caressed her bare shoulder as her tears gradually slowed.

"I'm sorry I just dumped all that on you," Haruhi whispered, wiping her eyes. "I don't have anyone to talk to right now. I obviously couldn't tell Kyouya or Tamaki, and the twins just aren't serious enough…"

"It's okay," Mori murmured, not letting her go.

She leaned further into the contact. "I've missed having you around. I always felt like I could talk to you," she sighed. If she had been more sober, she would never have confessed these things, but the alcohol and the emotional outbursts had weakened her inhibitions.

Mori was silent for several moments. Then… "I missed you too."

Haruhi blinked and shifted so she could look up at him. His face was still mostly impassive, but there was a faint color to his cheeks. "What did you just say?" she asked at last.

"I've missed you too," Mori muttered, his color darkening even more. "You always understood me…"

And she had, Haruhi realized. She never needed him to talk to her; she just always knew what he was thinking. "I thought about asking you out while you were still at Ouran, but I figured you'd say no…" she admitted, blushing now.

"I wouldn't have," Mori muttered.

Now her head snapped around so fast it was a surprise she didn't get whiplash. "Are you serious? Because I swear to god, if you're just messing with me while I'm drunk…"

Mori just lifted an eyebrow.

"Right, you'd never do that," Haruhi said, a sweet smile lighting up her face. She leaned into his chest, suddenly exhausted.

"Want to go somewhere else?" Mori asked.

"Really? Sure," Haruhi said cheerfully. They settled their tabs and headed out of the bar, stepping into a taxi together. In just a few minutes, they were at Mori's estate. Not a single servant was in sight as they settled in the living room. Mori left Haruhi to get comfortable and returned with a six-pack of beer for him and a glass of water for her.

I will do what I please, anything that I want
I will breathe, I won't breathe, I won't worry at all
You will pay for your sins, you'll be sorry my dear
All the lies, all the wise, will be crystal clear

They curled up on the couch together, sipping their beverages and talking far into the night. Haruhi did most of the talking, just chatting about her job and coworkers and cases, about her nights out with the twins, and a little about her own loneliness. Mori talked less, but she still managed to learn about what he'd been up to since graduating high school, and he even told her a few charming stories about essentially being an uncle to Honey's young children.

It was nearly three in the morning when Haruhi leaned back and stretched. "Why have we never done this before? This has been the best evening I've had in ages."

Mori shrugged. "Don't know. We should exchange numbers."

"Good point, I know I'll want to do this again," Haruhi agreed, pulling out her cellphone and taking his number. Then she glanced at the clock. "Good grief, I don't often stay out this late." She sighed. "But I'm just not ready to go yet..."

"Then don't," Mori replied, his eyes slightly hooded as he gazed at her.

Haruhi felt her cheeks heat up. This was the sort of offer that she had dreamed of years ago when she was a hormonal teenager. But here it was, and suddenly the potential was simply overwhelming. "I… like that idea," she said finally, a shy smile appearing on her face.

Mori leaned forward, cupping her cheek gently with his fingertips and he kissed her. It was a feather-light kiss; she barely registered the sensation on her lips. She inhaled sharply, breathing in his beer-scented exhalations.

"You're sure about this?" Mori asked.

"Absolutely," Haruhi promised breathlessly.

Mori stood up and led her to his bedroom, a lovely room dominated by a king-sized bed. Haruhi reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once he was shirtless, he picked her up like she weighed next to nothing, lifting her onto the bed. The skirt of her dress had hiked up, giving Mori just the smallest peek of her black panties. Together they pulled off her dress, revealing the black panties completely, as well as the strapless black bra she was wearing. Mori shed his pants, revealing silky black boxers. They fell onto the bed together and Haruhi pulled Mori into a deep kiss.

The next morning, Haruhi woke up quite late. Her hair was tousled from the previous night's activities and she couldn't remember the last time she felt so amazing. She was nestled cozily in Mori's arms and she never wanted to leave. She wasn't even hung-over, which was mind-blowing by itself.

Mori stirred sleepily, pulling her more deeply into his embrace. Haruhi surrendered to it and closed her eyes, wishing she could stay right here for the rest of her life. This feeling of safety and love was more intoxicating than the alcohol she had consumed the night before.

Mori's eyes finally opened and he glanced down at her. "Good morning," he mumbled, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning," Haruhi murmured, nuzzling happily into him.

They lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Haruhi sleepily thought that this was what she had always assumed a marriage would be like. The reminder of her husband made Haruhi sit up, running a hand through her hair in a desperate attempt to neaten it.

"I hate to run off like this…" she sighed. Mori just shrugged. He didn't have to say it, she knew he understood. "I need to have a serious talk with Kyouya," Haruhi continued musing.

She really did though. The night spent with Mori had opened her eyes to so many of the things she was missing. Even leaving aside the mind-blowing sex, just spending an evening talking about her life with someone who was genuinely interested and understood had been so… cathartic.

"I'll call you a cab," Mori said as she headed towards the bathroom.

The taxi arrived within twenty minutes. That was plenty of time for Haruhi to clothe herself again and locate her purse and cellphone. Mori was waiting for her at the front door as she slipped on her shoes. As she stepped up to him, he pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed her lightly.

"Call me if you need anything," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her and making her thoughts drift back to the night before.

"I will. Thank you," she whispered back. "I'll see you soon, I promise." She hugged him tightly and hurried out to meet the cab.

Arriving at the estate she shared with Kyouya at almost noon after leaving the evening before was a strange experience for Haruhi. She had never stayed out all night before, and now that she was looking at the mansion, she was actually wondering what Kyouya was going to say. She didn't think he would be angry or anything, but it did make her wonder how worried he had been. She had checked her phone while she was at Mori's and there had been no missed calls or messages from anyone, including her husband. Slipping the ring back on, Haruhi took a deep breath and walked into the house.

She was met by Mr. Li, whose eyes widened as he took in her disheveled appearance. "Madam?" he asked at last.

"Please don't," Haruhi said simply. "Where is Kyouya?"

Something in Mr. Li's face betrayed nervousness. "I… could not say for sure, madam," he said at last.

Haruhi lifted an eyebrow. "Hmm… Fine, keep your secrets, Mr. Li. And I'll keep mine," she added with a smile. Mr. Li blanched, but said nothing further as she walked past him.

She headed upstairs to her room. It was so strange to be arriving home at this hour. Normally she would have been awake a couple hours ago, showered and dressed, then breakfasted and settled into her office to work for a few hours before enjoying lunch. She was almost never up on the second-floor this late. Which might have explained why Kyouya had left his bedroom door cracked open.

Tamaki and Kyouya were in Kyouya's room sitting on the edge of Kyouya's bed. Both were wearing pajamas and Kyouya was holding Tamaki's hand to his lips while Tamaki gazed affectionately at Kyouya. Haruhi stopped in the doorway and stared, unable to make a sound. This was simply the confirmation of all her suspicions, but it still shocked her to the core. The one comfort she had at the moment was that she wasn't the first in this marriage to be unfaithful.

Realizing that the pair wasn't going to notice her anytime soon unless she drew their attention, Haruhi thought about just slipping discretely away and figuring out how to confront Kyouya about it later. But she found that she was too angry to keep silent. Ten years. Ten years of marriage that had all been a lie as Kyouya had been engaged in a relationship with his best friend. She had been his cover story, nothing more. She rapped on the door hard.

At any other time, she would have burst out laughing at the look on the men's faces as they turned to stare at her. Tamaki yelped in alarm and tried to make sure he and Kyouya weren't in a particularly compromising position (not realizing it was far too late for that). Kyouya seemed to have realized that they were well and truly caught, so he took the time to actually look at his young wife for the first time in a long time. And those stormy gray eyes were suddenly wide with shock and surprise.

"Haruhi… What are you wearing?" Kyouya asked at last.

Haruhi wanted to burst out laughing. After catching him like this, he wanted to fuss about her dress? "I'm wearing a dress, what does it look like?" she asked sarcastically.

"You're wearing one of your 'going out at night' dresses…" Kyouya pointed out. "You never wear something like this on a Saturday."

"Well how nice that you're finally paying attention to me," Haruhi snapped venomously.

"Were you… Were you out all night?" Kyouya finally stammered.

"Wow, you didn't even notice…" Haruhi sighed. "And you never would have if I hadn't bothered to stop and talk to you before going to my room. Unbelievable."

"The twins are in Europe…" Kyouya continued. "So… who were you with?"

Haruhi scowled. "I fail to see how that's any of your business anymore. How long has this been going on?" she asked, gesturing between the two men.

Tamaki had the grace to look embarrassed, but Kyouya simply didn't bother. "Fine, whose infidelity do you want to discuss first?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"I don't want to discuss either, to be honest," Haruhi said with a sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "Damnit Kyouya, I've wanted out of this for a long time, but I honestly never expected this. Now I've seen everything I've been missing. I'm done. I'm leaving."

"You can't be serious!" Kyouya exclaimed. "We haven't even talked about this yet. Surely we could work something out."

"I don't want to make any deals. I don't want to be your cover story anymore," Haruhi said angrily. "I gave you so many chances. All I wanted was someone to talk to once in a while, but instead you had to sneak around and closet yourself up with your lover. Well now you don't have to sneak around. Maybe if you'd been honest with me from the beginning, this wouldn't be happening."

"And how long have you been sneaking around?" Kyouya demanded. "That's why you want to leave, isn't it? You want to run off with your lover."

Tamaki flinched, trying to melt away from the arguing couple and fade away into the background.

Haruhi's eyes filled with tears. "Damnit Kyouya… last night was the first time I even thought about being unfaithful to you. I may have wanted to leave, but I hadn't planned on cheating on you."

"I'm sure you'll excuse me if I don't believe you," Kyouya snapped.

"Well I'm sure you'll excuse me if I don't give a shit," Haruhi told him, pulling off her wedding ring and dropping it on the floor between them. "I don't even want any of the things you've given me. Keep it all, I don't care. I just want out."

"I know you're making a lot of money," Kyouya began.

"If you're worried about me not living in a mansion, don't be. I used to be a commoner, remember?" she said icily. "Hell, if you want me to pay back all that tuition money, we can set up a payment plan and I'll do it. I'm making enough money to live comfortably, so I don't need anything from you. I just want you to leave me alone." And with that, she turned and left the room, leaving a stunned Kyouya and Tamaki behind.

Safe in her bedroom, Haruhi began planning how to pack. She had given her word that she wouldn't keep anything Kyouya had given her, but that really only excluded furniture and some jewelry. The twins had provided nearly her entire wardrobe, and she'd bought many things with her earnings. So she began planning how to pack these things up and figuring out where she could find a nice cheap apartment that she could move into immediately.

Then it hit her. She didn't need to worry so much about all these things. Servants could pack away her clothes and books, and send them wherever she asked. All she needed was a few changes of clothes and her work things. And as for finding a place to stay… well, she had a good idea of where she could go.

Kyouya appeared at her door. "Haruhi, I really don't think you've thought this through. Where are you going to go?"

"I think I'll have a place soon," Haruhi replied. She turned to face him. "Kyouya, let's not… let this ruin our friendship. If that's still possible…"

Kyouya bowed his head and didn't say anything. He was hurt and angry, it was obvious, but he knew that she had far more of a right to be angry than he did. "Go then. We'll talk later after we've both calmed down."

Haruhi nodded. "That sounds good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make a phone call."

Kyouya nodded and withdrew. Haruhi stood in the middle of the room, taking several deep breaths to calm herself again. Then she opened her phone and found the contact she was looking for.

"Takashi? It's me. I've left him."

"I'm on my way."