Note: I actually meant this to be done with the last chapter, but apparently it didn't sound done so I gave it what I think is a more complete ending.
Tamaki looked at Kyouya and couldn't stop himself from giving a small laugh.
"You know something?" he said.
"I know a lot of things," replied Kyouya with a smile. "Which thing were you referring to?"
"I love you," Tamaki whispered in his ear. "Did you know that?"
"Of course."
"But you didn't know it before."
"Neither did you."
They looked at each other for a long moment just enjoying being able to show their true selves and not hide how they felt.
"I have to go," said Kyouya sadly after a perfect forever had passed in Tamaki's lilac eyes.
"I guess you do," Tamaki said as he raised a hand to the bruise on his friend-turned-lover's face.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Kyouya assured him as he gently placed his hand upon Tamaki's.
"I know, but still..." Tamaki's voice trailed off into an empty pit of sorrow at having to part from Kyouya so soon after realizing his love for the young man. "I never thought I'd fall for the "Cool Type" in the end," he said with a smile.
"And who could have possibly imagined me with the "Prince Type." I mean, does that seem like me?"
"I don't care what it seems like as long as it is you, Kyouya," Tamaki whispered wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter boy.
Kyouya knew he should get home ASAP, but he wasn't about to stop Tamaki from pulling his closer and kissing him once more. He knew he was lingering too long in his new lover's arms, but as his fingers tangled once more in the soft, blonde hair he also knew he didn't care. This was best thing he'd ever knows and he would willingly take his fathers rage to told Tamaki a few moments longer.
"You should go," Tamaki reminded him at last.
"I know," Kyouya replied with a sigh as he stepped reluctantly away.
"Tomorrow," Tamaki reminded him catching his hand for a final moment of contact.
"Of course."
Their eyes meet and it was all Kyouya could do to force himself to turn away from those eyes and walk out of the host club. As he hurried down the hall, he heard an unmistakable cry of joy echoing out of the Third Music Room behind him.
The next day, when the girls had finally left the Third Music Room in Ouran High School, Kyouya looked around at the hosts and smiled. It really wasn't that different from a few days ago when he had broken down out of utter despair. Hunny was still eating cakes, watched closely by Mori who seemed determined to prevent his friend and charge from getting another cavity. Hikaru was alternately teasing Kaoru and making up with him in ways that would make any fangirl faint. Yet today, Haruhi was sitting at a table by the window studying and Tamaki was sitting at the table beside Kyouya. Kyouya was tapping away on his laptop, which was open to his detailed spreadsheet of the clubs finances. Although his eyes were not always glued to the screen, today he was exactly what was on it when he did glance at it. He heard the Hunny's happy munching noises, the Hikaru's teasing, the scratching of Haruhi's pen, and felt Tamaki's hand close around his own. He glanced up into the lilac eyes and saw his own love reflected there and he knew the joy, and merits, of love.
-End-