A/N I wrote this for a friend who wrote me another kassanodaxTetsuya fanfic in return as we both felt that there aren't nearly enough in the world. Its just a short oneshot and was written really fast, feel free to comment and i wont feel lonely ):

I remember how cold and lonely I was that night, how rain gushed down on me, unleashing its wrath. And then, there he was. Umbrella outstretched, his flame red hair plastered to the nape of his neck. I could only stare, thinking that he was a fiery angel sent from the heavens to help me. From that moment, I knew that I could never love another.

I sat thinking about that night whilst sobbing as quietly as I could. I knew that he would never love me, how could he, all I was to him was a cook and cleaner, I wonder if he even remembers giving me his umbrella? But despite knowing this, I always took solace in the fact that he never showed any interest in girls or any type of relationship, so when he told me he loved this Haruhi, I was distraught. The idea of another owning my Kassanoda's heart was overwhelming.

I heard the front door open, damn, I should have been there for when he came home, furiously I swiped my Sleeve across my face, wiping away the tears and set about finishing his dinner.

When I brought it through, I found that Kassanoda looked sadder today than usual, I wondered if he'd finally asked Haruhi out but was turned down...

"Here you are, is everything okay, little Lord?"

He sighed and stared glumly at his food. Not expecting an answer, I turned.

" she doesn't love me..." I grinned slightly to myself, at least I wouldn't have to watch them together. But soon I felt guilty, I want him to be happy, even if that isn't with me.

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

"It's okay, I suppose she was the first person understood me for me and didn't expect me to be anybody I'm not." My hands clenched into fists, could he not see the way I've always loved him for his kind heart, I never cared about how he looked or his social standing. I felt my eyes welling up again, damn it. Quickly I turned to hide my tears,

"Excuse me, I suddenly feel quite ill." I chocked out before running from the room and locking myself in the toilet, a few seconds later I heard a hesitant knock at the door,

"Tetsuya, are you alright?" I wanted to reply but I feared he would be able to hear how upset I was. All these years I've loved him, I was always there for him to talk to, to rely on. Did that mean nothing? Was I just another member of the household to cook and clean?

"Tetsuya, did I say something? Let me in."

Slowly I opened the door, my cheeks must have been red and blotchy from tears.

"What's wrong?"

The ignorant fool, how could he not tell that what he had said had hurt me?

"Do you remember the first day you saw me?" I asked quietly, he nodded,

"Of course I do!"

"I thought you were the kindest most amazing person in the world and I had no idea who you were back then, all I knew was that a complete stranger had given me the one thing I wanted most of all, friendship."

He was silent for a while, I bit my lip, wondering if I'd gone too far...

"I never realised... I'm sorry, tetsuya. I've been so stupid." I looked up into his eyes and saw past the hardened, stern lines most people see, I saw a man who just wanted to be loved, I wrapped my arms round his neck and pressed my lips gently against his, he froze but didn't pull away, suddenly his arms were pulling me closer. We stood together like that for what seemed like an age,

"I will always love you." I whispered into his ear,

"And I you," he murmured back.