A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short… I'll make it up now…

Disclaimer: Star Garden: Sobs "… Do I really have to say it???"

Kyoya: "It would be in your best interest that you do"

Star Garden: "But I don't want to!!!

gets run over by truck

Star Garden: "Yes I don't OHSHC, too bad…. I wish I owned Kyoya though."

Kyoya: Growls "I heard that…"

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Chapter Two: Longing

"Yes, I still loved him. I loved him for a long, long time after it was foolish to do so. And because I did I was angry, with him, with myself, and determined to prove it didn't matter"- Nora Roberts- True Betrayals

"Okaa-san"

"Okaa-san!"

Yelled two children, running after their mother.

A young woman, with brown hair and expressive eyes turned around and kneeled before her two children, "Shh… Grandpa's sleeping, don't want to wake him now do we?"

"No"

"No"

Fujioka Haruhi sighed, looking at her two children. Twins. The girl named Kyouko and the boy… named Kyoya. After their father.

After their father…

"We want to go somewhere with okaa-san!" Exclaimed Kyoya, the more outspoken of the two.

"Well," said Haruhi, tapping on her chin thoughtfully, "where would you like to go?"

"The park!" Yelled two voices at the same time.

"It is my day off, so we'll go. But we have to be back by 6:00 because Mori and Hunny Oji-san are coming over later."

"Okay," said Kyouko and Kyoya.

"Now I'll help you get dressed, and we'll walk to the park together, okay?"

"Okay!"

Twenty Minutes Later

The wind blew at Haruhi's face as she walked with her children to the nearby park. Tey were three now, turning four in September. They were smart too, already able to recite the alphabet and solve simple math equations. She knew that they would eventually figure it out:

Who their father was.

Already Kyoya held a striking resemblance to his predecessor, the hair, the calculating personality, the only thing that was different were the eyes. He had Haruhi's soft honeybrown eyes. Kyouko was different, her personality was like her mother's inquiring, intelligent and king, but she had her father's onyx eyes.

Holding a hand in each of her own, Haruhi let them drag her to the park. She released their hands as they ran to the monkeybars and swings, and she warned them to be careful, as much as they would listen. She sat on a bench under a sakura tree, watching them, but her mind was faraway.

It was spring, and the wind blew down blossoms raining her with flowers from the tree.

'Sakura blossoms were always his favorite.'

Haruhi sighed, even after three years, she still couldn't let him go. It was too hard. She just had to close her eyes and see his devilish smile, and his eyes. Close her eyes and feel his arms around her once again. 'But he left you, baka, he left you, not the other way around.'

Sudden laughter dropped her from her reverie, and she looked at her watch. 5:30, if they started now, they would make it before Mori and Hunny came.

"Kyouko! Kyoya! It's time to go!"

"Aww okaa-san, can't we stay just five more minutes?" This was said by Kyoya who tried to persuade her using pouting lips and puppy eyes, but having had to spend her high school years with the likes of Tamaki, she was immune.

" No more, we'll come here next week okay? Anyway if we don't hurry, we'll miss Mori and Hunny oji-san," said Haruhi, "Now come on, I'll carry you back this time."

"Yay! Hunny and Mori oji-san! Let's go." Yelled Kyoya .

"Hunny oji-san always brings the best sweets," Kyouko chimed in. Haruhi thought 'If this keeps up, Kyouko might end up having a sweet tooth like Hunny' She shudders at the thought.

Lifting a boy in one arm and a girl the other, Haruhi starts the trek home.

Walking through the streets of tokyo was, well, it took a while to get used to, the park she just left was in the middle of a number of apartment complexes, and she had to weave her way through hordes of people before finally making it to her street. Kyouko was already asleep on her shoulder. Kyoya was awake, sometimes she worried about him. When his sister let her guard down, Kyoya stayed alert every watchful. Now he was scanning the streets as if looking for something. It worried her that her child, so small, was already growing to become like his father.

As she was walking, she saw a teenager flipping a magazine. The action was so casual, so everyday, but Haruhi found she had to fight to keep walking. Her heartbeat was roaring in her ears and she was afraid it would wake Kyouko. Because she saw him.

On the front cover was a blown up picture of Kyoya in all of his devil-may-care splendor. On the front cover in big letters there was the title: Japan's Most Wanted Bachelor Returns to Tokyo after Four Years...

'He's back.'

It hurt so much. Right in her stomach, like an ulcer, but it was wrapping around her heart, blocking her airways, like a poisonous reminder of everything that happened. She thought she had buried him in her past along with all the kisses, and touches, and broken promises, but she just had to look at a picture of him, and she was a wreck.

She, one of the most prominent lawyers in Japan, famous for keeping her cool, found herself coming apart in the inside. She could remember so clearly the day he left. Left her, left them all, even his unborn children he didn't know existed.

Flashback: June, 28, 2007. Four years ago.

She remembered so clearly. That day, she was excited. She had just found out she was pregnant, the summer she graduated from law school at Tokyo U. She went to his house, and she found it strange that all the servants were all busy doing something.

She went up to Kyoya's room so excited at her news to find him: Packing...

"Kyoya, what's going on? Why are you packing, why's everyone's so busy?"

Kyoya straightened up, his back to her. "I am going to America, to help expand my father's business. I will not be back for a long time. I am leaving in an hour."

"But why? What about me, about us? You're ready to throw it all away? What we had? You're ready to throw away our love?" She still didn't believe it, refused to believe it. That the cold voice coming at her in a blizzard of cold decisive words, was coming from Kyoya. But she could feel her heart crack...

Kyoya turned around at this. "Baka, how could you think that I Ootori Kyoya, would stoop low enough to fall in love with you, a commoner?" Haruhi could see his eyes now. Black pits of indifference, her heart was broken now.

"Do you mean... All of it was a lie... everything?" Haruhi was crying now, she clutched his arm, but she didn't care how pathetic she looked. "You won't stay? Why, you could probably refuse to go, why didn't you"

Kyoya gritted his teeth. " Don't you understand? No, I won't stay, and I am going now. I have wasted enough time with you," he spat.

That was it. The last piece, now her heart lay in pieces fallen at her feet. And as she slid slowly to the floor, Kyoya turned around, grabbed his suitcase, and went out the door. Out of her life.

When she heard the door slam, she clutched her stomach and cried loudly, not even trying to muffle her sobs.

"What am I going to do, what are we going to do?"

End Flashback

"okaa-san"

Haruhi was brought back to reality with a small hand on her face. There was a wet trail where her son's hand was on her cheek. And she found she had walked right past their apartment complex. Thank goodness that Kyouko at least, was still asleep.

"Why were you crying okaa-san?" Kyoya asked her, with all the innocence of a three year-old.

"Silly," said Haruhi laughing a little, "it was just the rain." Kyoya continued to wipe away the wet trail from her face, as Haruhi went back to her spartment, said hello to the guard, and took the elevator to her floor. The tenth floor. There was still alot of things to do before her old friends arrived.

"But okaa-san," stated Kyoya as Haruhi put Kyouko on the couch and set him back on his feet. "There aren't any clouds tonight."

Haruhi turned around slowly, not ready to wake up her father, and said" Sometimes honey, there are raindrops even when there are no clouds in the sky," she said quietly. Then she went forward and wrapped Kyoya in her arms, and it was a rescue in reverse.

Something so beautiful that no one in Heaven could fake: The care a child took with an adult.

'There's a difference', Haruhi thought. 'There's a difference between Kyoya and his father. Kyoya is here to comfort me, when he isn't.

Haruhi slowly got up from her son's embrace. "Go wake grandpa while I wake up Kyouko, kay Kyoya?"

"Okay!" And Kyoya ran excitedly to his Grandfather's room to wake him up. Because Haruhi made so much money after being a lawyer, her father no longer had to crossdress, except of course, when he wanted to visit his old friends. So Ranka-san went back to being Ryoji once again.

'Yes', Haruhi contemplated before waking up her daughter, 'it does rain without clouds, and there have been enough cloudless rainstorms to last me a lifetime.' Despite this she had to rise from her despair and raise two children, with the host club( minus one member) to support her, she was alright.

She was alright, because she was one of the top lawyers after three years of hard work and strain. She had to get back up, and now she will defend people who can't defend themselves, because she knows what that feels like. And she is happy with her life, she would make it without a main man in her life. As long as she had her children and her faithful friends.

Yes she was happy, but every now and then, a picture, or an article, would rear up and remind her of all that used to be. All the things she could've had, and all the things she was stripped of, and the pang of longing would hit her again with full force.

And the cloudless rainstorm would come again, no matter how much she longed for it to come back another day.

A'N: Yes I know I made Kyoya mean in this chapter, but I'll make him introduce himself, and redeem himself, in later chapters... Just wait and see, kay?

Arigatou minna-san, for reading. XD

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