My first one-shot story.

Disclaimer : I do not own Ouran.

Synopsis :

Ranka's thoughts when he saw Kyoya, face stricken with grief and sadness after he ran out from the church the minute Haruhi said 'I do' to her fiancée on her wedding day.

P R O L O G U E

"Hey, Dad. Where's Kyoya-senpai?" asked his glowing daughter. "He was here, just a few minutes ago,"

"Yeah, Ranka-san . . . Oops, D A D !" grinned Tamaki widely.

"Where's mother?" added him to his annoyance.

I gave them both, a small hug and replied blandly that "I do not know,"

But I do know why, he suddenly disappeared.

And I feel bad for him.

Because I know how it hurts when you lose someone you cherished so much.

Even as an old-widower, I, still feel the pang of losing Kotoko . . .

Even after all this years of me, being an okama . . . I still misses her a lot despite the fact that I have a new partner, by my side.

Kami-sama. . . how I wished I had not given her away. . .

-sigh-

What if I gave her to him, instead, huh?

At least I would not feel so bad . . .

The church was splendid. The food was splendid. The guests were indeed, amazing and the decors were simply magnificent and captivating. It was a typical but special wedding of the aristocrats except in this particular ceremony, there was a group of commoners, mostly Haruhi's neighbours who were invited. There was even a Takoyaki Site stalled along aside the caviar.

The important part was getting near. I clenched my fist in the tuxedo pockets for support. The bench was not good enough. I was afraid that I might punch Yuzuru instead. He was sitting next to me. Oh god, and the next thing I knew, the climax started.

Father Samuel was asking my daughter the same question he asked Kotoko on the day we had gotten married.

". . . Miss Fujioka Haruhi, would you accept this man as your lawfully wedded husband and vow to take care of him, and cherish him for as long as you live?"

My beautiful daughter with her long veil, looked up at her beloved so lovingly and replied, "I do,"

And I shed a tear.

Hundreds of applauses were heard.

Despite the sound, and a few seconds after she said 'I do', I thought I heard the church's main doors were opened. Suddenly, a group of screaming designators fan-girls barged in and brought along their happy wishes for my daughter and her now, so-called husband.

Haruhi was happy.

I automatically knew it was Kyoya's idea.

And I knew he ran out of there during the chaos, where no one would notice him.

But I did.

And I followed him.

It was a bad move. Because I saw something that I didn't want to see, or hear from him. It pained my heart just to look at him.

Somehow . . .

Some way . . .

He managed to convince Haruhi that he was not the one . . .

Though I was sure he is.

And I heard his cries, you see.

You wouldn't understand the torment I deeply felt when I saw him miserable like that.

Hurting himself who chose friendship over love, shoulders shaking with grief, and yet he smiled.

He smiled for the sake of both of them when he was in pain . . .

How could my daughter be so blind not to see him like this?

Kyoya is always in love with her.

And I always knew that he does. . .

Again, I wished that I can turn back time . . .

-sigh-

If only I had not given you away . . .

Because, I believe that Kyoya should be the one who kissed you, by then, at the altar . . .

But it is already too late.

As you are not my Fujioka Haruhi anymore . . .

From this subtle moment, you are now, Suou Haruhi. . .

How was it? Was it okay? Was it boring? Was it sad?

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