I decided to post it all up in one day, because what the hell, I'm spewing it out.

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18 Years Old

"Saori Yasagawa."

I stood from my seat, amid applause and stepped up onto the stage to receive my High School Diploma. I had now finished at Ouran, and had spent the last two years in Japan, with the craziest, loopiest, funniest, most annoying bunch of friends I'd ever had.

Now, it was all over, and though I was one of the last to stand, I didn't mind. My boyfriend of a year and a half was already over the other side of the stage waiting for me (hopefully).

I shook Mr. Suoh's hand, smiled and nodded at the board of school governors and other important people, then went to find Kyouya.

He, however, found me first.

I was pulled backwards, until I was close enough for him to wrap his arms around me, and I tilted my head back to see him, and he gave me a long, sweet kiss, ignoring the girls giggling, and the adults tutting or clearing their throats.

"Congratulations." he said, chucking "You survived Ouran."

"I did? I wondered what I was doing the past two years."

"No need to be sarcastic. I genuinely find it amazing that you managed to put up with Tamaki for so long without cracking up."

"You've gone longer."

"No, I cracked a few years ago, weeks after I met him, I stood on his head. I've just been putting up a front."

I gave a short laugh, then looked at him.

"So you tell me now that you're a nut?"

"It's his fault." he said, nodding at Tamaki, who had girls crying into his shoulders as they were losing their prince, the love of their lives, and he was just trying to calm them down.

"Hm... I do believe you're right." I mumbled, groaning internally when the idiot turned his head, saw me with Kyouya and beamed at us. It took him several minutes to extract himself from the girls who were trying so desperately hard to keep hold of him, but he did manage to ward them off eventually.

"Guys!" he cheers, bounding up to us.

"Yes?" we mumbled, looking at him.

"We're going to a party! Party! Party! We're going to a party!" he chanted, until Kyouya reached out and clamped his hand over Tamaki's mouth.

"What makes you thinking I'm going to a party?" he asked, before releasing Tamaki, enabling him to talk.

"It's just for the people who graduated, so they can have a bit of fun." he said, smiling.

"... I want to go." I mumbled, looking up at Kyouya. He rolled his eyes, but I smiled, because I knew if I went, he'd go too.

"When is it?" he asked. So, I win!

"Tonight, my place, seven o'clock until everyone passes out!" he laughed, ruffling Kyouya's hair and then excusing himself to go off and talk to some people who were calling him over.

"Do we have to go?" Kyouya asked as soon as Tamaki was out of earshot.

"Yes. Sounds like fun."

"I swear to god, if this blows up in my face then I'll..."

"You'll what sweetheart?" I cooed, smirking at him.

"I'll... be upset." he huffed. He'd learned long ago that arguing with me was pointless, because I had the tendency to not talk to him, kiss him, hug him or... anything with him, for as long as I could hold out. Which, to be fair, could be a while, depending on how stubborn I was being. It didn't matter how much he bribed me, or apologized, I'd ignore him, and walk away.

However, when I did give, I'd more than make up for ignoring him with kisses and time just relaxing with him at his house.

"Don't worry hun, it'll be fine. Fun even!"

-x-x-x-x-x-

I'd decided to sport a simple pair of blue jeans, and a stripey blue jumper than went down to cover my backside, and went across my chest to fit snug just below my shoulders, and I was revealing very little cleavage. I slipped on a pair of black converse, and I was ready to go.

Kyouya was wearing blue jeans too, with a black shirt and a silver chain around his neck. He put on some old black shoes, but they went okay with his outfit, and we went like that.

The best thing was, we both had licenses, but Kyouya insisted on driving us there in his new car, whatever it was, and when we got out there was a cheer.

"Took you two forever!" cried Tamaki, leaping down the steps towards us.

"Kyouya spent ages putting his face on." I laughed, while my boyfriend playfully nudged me.

"Aw, well then it's fine!" Laughed our blond friend, grabbing our hands, and dragging us up the steps.

Inside was bouncing, there were people dancing, there were loads of tables set up for people to sit, eat, drink, converse and such. There was a buffet table set up, where there was junk food of every type, and loads of pop, and a few alcoholic drinks too.

Everyone but me was legal, but I doubt anyone would be too bothered if I got an alcopop or something.

"This looks... tolerable." Kyouya said, but I saw him smile. I knew he would enjoy this, he got very little time to chill out.

"Awesome." I said, swinging on his arm until I was in front of him, locking my hands behind his neck and kissing him full on the lips. He was shocked for a second, but recovered quickly, and kissed back, ignoring the whoops and hollers and people wolf whistling.

When we broke apart for air, he grinned at me.

"When did you learn that?" he chuckled.

"Didn't, just hoped I'd be able to pull it off." I laughed back, nudging his glasses back up his nose.

"Well, it can't be that hard if a clutz like you can do it." he teased, kissing my forehead.

"Oh, shut up."

He laughed a little, and started to pull me to the buffet, where we both grabbed a glass of soda for now, because we'd had an agreement that neither of us would go over the top and actually get drunk.

…

However, after two hours, I was fairly tipsy, and was currently trying to out drink Tamaki, using vodka shots.

We were sat at a table, and had twelve each. People had gathered in a vary large circle around us, cheering, Kyouya was stood behind me, egging me on (because he'd had a few too) and currently we were on our seventh glass.

"Come on then!" I laughed, picking up another glass, draining the contents and slamming it back down, smacking my lips.

"Ce n'est rien" he shouted back, and Kyouya translated it to be 'that's nothing', then the blond drained his glass, burped, grinned, and slid from his chair, onto the floor, in a fit of giggles.

"I win!" I shouted, jumping up, only to fall over again because I wasn't quite balanced. Kyouya leaned over, to see if I was okay, and I burst into laughter because there were two of him.

"Saori?" he asked, grinning, obviously finding it somewhat amusing.

"T-There are two of you! I have two boyfriends!" I laughed, making anyone in the vicinity laugh too, including Tamaki, who was already clutching his ribs.

Two guys came and hoisted him up, and Kyouya dragged me to my feet, and steadied me.

"You okay babe?" he asked, hugging me.

"Yeah... is anyone finishing those shots?" I asked.

"Not you." he chuckled, looking at me. "..You're beautiful." he added.

I just smiled up at him as he looked at me fondly.

"I'm a pretty lucky guy, huh?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, and I'm a lucky girl..." I said, hugging close to him.

"..You're drunk aren't you?" he asked, rubbing my back.

"A bit... why?"

"You think you're lucky to be with me." he chuckled, holding me at arms length to beam at me.

"I am!" I cried, indignantly.

"Sure."

I sulked for a moment, before I got a sickening feeling in my stomach.

"Where's the toilet?" I moaned, and he clicked right away, pulling me through the crowd to a back room, where there were cubicles by the dozens.

I lurched into the stall, and although I thought I was gonna heave up everything I've eaten and drunk for the last twelve hours, I only coughed up a bit of phlegm.

"Well, that was disappointing." I mumbled, standing and brushing the back of my hand across my mouth.

"You okay?" Kyouya asked, hugging me from behind, and all I could do was nod.

"You know what we haven't done?"

"What?"

"Danced."

I grabbed his hand, and wove my way through the throng of people who were grinding and gyrating, and pretty soon, we were doing the exact same, but no-one paid us any attention, as they were too wound up in their own world.

After about six songs, he grabbed my hand, and told me it was time to go. But I realized it was late, and my grandparents would be asleep. I told him, and he just grinned, saying I could stay at his.

-x-x-x-x-x-

We'd gotten one of Tamaki's drivers to take us to Kyouya's house, and then we went in.

The best thing about Kyouya's house is that he had something like his own apartment at the back. A living room, small kitchen, study, and a bedroom with en suite.

After a cup of coffee to sober us up a bit, I thought of something.

"I don't have pajamas." I said, figuring that I didn't want to sleep in the same clothes as I'd worn tonight.

Kyouya only nodded, routed through his drawers, and then threw a long green shirt at me.

"Out that on." he said simply, so I looked at it.

"What? No shorts?"

"No."

"... Well, okay then." I shrugged, going into the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes (leaving my girl boxers and bra on of course) before tugging his short on. It came to my mid thighs, and was a V-neck, so it showed the top or my breasts.

I walked out and saw Kyouya was just wearing boxers, and was already sat on the bed.

"We sharing?"

"Don't see why not." he replied, grinning, and removing his glasses.

"... You know Kyouya, you look sexier without your glasses."

"I look more distinguished with them."

"... So? You look sexier without them."

He only laughed to himself, and patted the bed next to him, so I jumped on and hid under the duvet, letting him come under and find me.

When he did, we kissed, we touched, and then one thing lead to another...

-x-x-x-x-x-

I woke up, stark naked next to Kyouya, who was also naked, and awake, and stroking my hair.

"...Wow." I mumbled.

"Indeed."

Wow indeed.