Author's Note: Hi, people. This is my first fanfic; it came to me during a class, where one of my teachers was going on and on about how drinking makes a person drowsy and relaxed. Well, this fanfiction isn't about drinking; it's just something like, like, the effects of it. Yeah. And exactly what is it? Well, if I tell you that, then I will ruin it for you. Read to find out!

DISCLIAMER: I do not own Ouran. I wish I did….But Ouran belongs to Bisco Hatori, so all hail, Bisco Hatori sama!


Memories in the Rain (Prologue)


"Kyouya-senpai?" Haruhi asked the figure in the thick fog. The figure had hair as dark and sleek as a raven's wing. As he turned around, she saw that it was definitely Kyouya, with his deep, grey eyes, rimless spectacles, and almost emotionless face. But the way he held himself portrayed great sadness.

It seemed as if he was trying to conceal it his sorrow as best as he can, but failed. Nevertheless, failure is such a strong word, she thought. To strangers, and even to his father, who was always dissatisfied, he would appear to be very apathetic, very bland. Yet Haruhi could sense it, the heavy gloom in the way his lips arranged themselves, the way he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Such minor details that nobody seemed to pay attention to…

"Senpai," Haruhi said more gently, her voice soothing. She felt the desire to hold him, as if that would pass at the very least some of his incredibly heavy burden onto her. It pained her to watch him suffer like this; the grave pain killing him very slowly and yet noticeably. She smiled warmly at him with her lukewarm, brown eyes, then with the rest of her. Slowly, yet not hesitantly, she held her hand out to him.

Kyouya seemed surprised for a nanosecond, then smile—such a wonderful and rare thing to see him do—and held out a hand of his own to touch her welcoming ones. Haruhi knew that very few people in this 17 years had even tried doing this—holding their hands out to him in his times of need.

But before their hands could meet, an invisible barrier came between them. Haruhi's palm touched the barrier; it was so cold, so indifferent to all the sorrow in the world. Kyouya looked as if he had expected this all along…that made Haruhi wonder about all that this raven-haired boy had seen, had been through.

Suddenly, he began to fade away…it was as if the mist was swallowing him up. And yet, he was still smiling, except that now, his smile was saddening…

Panic overwhelmed Haruhi. She didn't know what to do, but she did know that she didn't want to lose that precious smile. She didn't want it wiped off his face, or fading into obscurity. She felt her craving to grab a hold of him before he was gone forever; but she was helpless behind that transparent wall of ice.

She cursed the wall. Damn it! She thought. Then yelled as the last traces of him vanished…"KYOUYA!!!!!!!!"


She woke up with a start. Haruhi felt her hand in the darkness that obscured it from her sight, reach out only to be greeted with open air.

Haruhi was in her room, in the apartment she grew up in, and on her bedroll on the polished floor.

What was all that about? She thought.

Sure, when she was in high school, in her teenage years, she might have been interested in Kyouya, attracted to him by his mysterious aura and attitude of stopping at nothing to get what he wants. She had wanted for her to be the one that he'd open himself to; he had built so many layers of his barrier, she knew that it would take an eternity to try to break them. But eventually, she knew that he'd open himself to one person, one that he loves. At some point, she grew a desire to be the one he would smile genuinely to.

But old longings die away, right? RIGHT? She no longer wanted all that, RIGHT? She only wanted him as a friend now, RIGHT?

Because her life now, was Tamaki. Haruhi was sure that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, the one who would love her as much as she loved him.

As hard as she tried, she couldn't fall asleep after waking up from that puzzling dream. She tried not to, but still, she thought about the possibility that it was a message her subconscious mind was trying to send her. No, she shook her head, it cannot be. She can't POSSIBLY have feelings for the Shadow King, can she? No, not possible. Because the one she cared for was Tamaki.

The thought of her lover clamed her down. His blonde hair, amethyst eyes. He was the 27-year old named successor to the Suoh empire. In fact, all of the former host club members of Ouran had either inherited their family businesses or had their own equally thriving one.

Kyouya had inherited his family's business in the medical field and had also started one of his own, that produced widely famed law firms in Japan. He was now a very busy man, always buried in his work. But he was still single—also one of the most sought after bachelors in Japan.

The twins started their own fashion line—Hitachiins & Co—and also their own talk show. They were still very attached to one another. The Hitachiins' designs were widely popular and they were the top designers in Japan.

Hunny and Mori were two of the most respected artists in the martial world. They were as wealthy and happy as ever.

Haruhi was one of the most esteemed young lawyers in all of Japan. She owned a few law firms of her own and was practically battling with Kyouya in the business field. Nevertheless, he still had most of his attention on his medical businesses, and they were still good friends outside of work. It must seem weird to outsiders, she knew, that they could associate in such friendly terms when they are in battle to secure a place in the chart of top law firms in Japan.

Still, she lived in her old apartment with her ever so enthusiastic father. Haruhi found the old apartment comforting, especially when she was thinking her cases out.

Time had gone by so fast, she thought. Haruhi thought about how much the host club and she have changed from their high school days.

Thinking of Tamaki, she frowned. He had been away for more than three weeks now, the second longest amount of time they'd spent away from each other, coming only after the time when she was at law school, and him in a formal dinner party and business conference in the USA.

The trip to France should have taken at the most a week. Haruhi sighed. I just hope he's alright, she thought.

After lying awake for 20 minutes, she got up and changed into casual jeans and T-shirt. Throwing on a light jacket, she ran out the door for an early morning jog at 4:00 a.m.

Memories swirled in her head at every possible sight. The sun had just begun to rise; even so, it was chilly in the fall weather. She passed a large park with huge trees of colorful leaves—a reminder of the day Tamaki said he loved her, his eyes so sincere, and asking her for the last dance before the host club's party celebrating their graduation ended.

How long it has been since then…and yet she felt as if it was just yesterday. So this is what love does to you, Haruhi thought.

She passed the road where she'd held out her hand to Tamaki in high school as he was about to depart for France. She relived the moment, feeling Tamaki's warmth where he held her waist.

Suddenly, the world seemed livelier, brighter. The leaves seemed more colorful, the small streak of sunlight warmer.

As she neared the corner of the street, the lights changed and she stopped.

A limousine stopped to the light as well, and was right outside the sidewalk. Because the windows were tinted, she couldn't really see anything, but as the light changed yet again, the windows rolled down…

She could see everything; not exactly what she wanted to see, but she saw it. Something that made her stop in her tracks as she was about to continue her jog. Something that froze the blood in her vessels. Something that shut down her senses, making her oblivious to the exhaust of the limo as it drove off.

Haruhi felt numb and couldn't control herself. She was trembling furiously…

The sight that had welcomed this brilliant young lawyer…sent her down to her knees. She felt a stab to her heart as Tamaki disappeared from her sight with—


Guys, I know this is not really a nice cliff hanger but it is 1:30 a.m. right now. I have to go to school later at 7:00 a.m. I'll probably have like 5 hours of sleep.

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! Consider it a birthday present since my birthday is coming up tomorrow—14th. And I'll be updating soon…have…to…go…to…sleep…now…sayonara, mina. Ohyashimi (think I spelled that wrong—readers, please tell me how to spell that right).

PS—Please leave some info about Tamaki's family, Haruhi's, Kyouya's, and the Twins', ppl. I might need that for future chapters—no I DO need it for future chapters….Arigato.