Disclaimer : Wish I did, but I do not own Ouran HSHC or the amazing poem. (Well I find it amazing, though somewhat depressing. Shockingly. Considering it's all about death for love. That's not good times)

Chapter 2

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;

They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,

His pistol butts a-twinkle,

His rapier hilt a twinkle, under the jewelled sky

As Kyoya began to near the inn where his beautiful love was kept shut in her room at night, so no harm could come to her - this was one thing Kyoya was grateful to her father Ranka for, the safety, not the lock-up – he checked himself over.

His French cocked-hat sat aloof his head with dignity. It was usually grey in colour, but currently in the dark it appeared the colour of coal. Black. Pitch black. Though under the bright white light of the moon its rim was still very visible. The gold colour shone brightly in the night; under close examination you could see the very faint outlines of rearing and bucking horses. The original images had faded with age.

Kyoya had owned the hat since he was a boy; he had received it as a present from his older – and only – sister on his eighth birthday. His father was not pleased. But then again he never was with anything Kyoya received, or got for anyone else. Nothing was ever enough for him. Hence why Kyoya had turned to crime; to escape his bastard of a father – as Haruhi often said.

The Shadow King then examined how the bunch of lace gathered at his chin. Haruhi had a horrible habit of pushing it up closer to his lower face whenever he arrived. 'She has been brought up properly' Kyoya grinned in the darkness to himself.

Kyoya pulled some of the material out of his jacket, where it had been pushed down for comfort sakes whilst he was riding. His hands, which were pale blue in colour from the cold, shook uncontrollably as he pushed the lace to gather "respectfully" at his chin.

Haruhi did make him laugh. She was one of the only people who did. She always said that his lace was too low, and it made him look unfashionable and dishonourable. Kyoya had a horrible habit of wearing it too low, just so she would place her fingers near his face, and be forced to graze her fingers there. Skin on skin; that was the feeling he craved from her.

Kyoya felt his face colour slightly as he remembered her touch. Something very forbidden until after marriage. She had let him feel her skin. Haruhi he would admit was a more than slightly lazy female, and she obviously could not be bothered to retrieve her gloves for propriety's sake.

He smoothed down his coat next. It was beautifully designed; red and soft. It smelled slightly of her perfume, whenever Kyoya had to hide out, or wasn't able to see her he was grateful for the aroma. He could still clutch some remnant of her near. Sometimes he wished he could just take her with him; but Kyoya was highly aware of the danger and likelihood of death at every doorstep. He couldn't do that to his maiden, he just couldn't.

The red was dark, but still visible in the night, and the softness was welcomed on his skin. It was made of real fox fur, and was always warm. The coat was something he was often grateful for in the winter, but not so much during the summer months.

His breeches were comfortable; made of brown doe-skin. They were smooth, and were good for their purpose because they didn't cause too much friction on the saddle. Although they were slightly expensive, Kyoya was happy with his decision to buy them. They looked good, even when they were a bit dirty after a hard sleep on the ground. Which seemed to happen too regularly for Kyoya's liking.

Kyoya pressed down on a crease that had become indented in them, simply because of the amount of riding. It smoothed out immediately. Kyoya smiled, - a rare occasion, but he was on his way to Haruhi after all – the tendency they had to not wrinkle was another reason he liked them.

He checked his boots. They had some slight wear-and-tear on them. He hardly ever took them off, he never saw the need too - unless he was washing them, or himself of course. Currently, they had some hardly noticeable rims of dirt. Kyoya decided not to fuss over his boots too much; he knew Haruhi wouldn't be that interested in what he looked like. Other than the lace; which was her one vice Kyoya had decided.

They were black, and reflected the ghostly shine of the moon. They crinkled a bit at his ankles, but they were comfortable for everything, hence why Kyoya had brought them. They were used for riding, walking, and stealth. The last one was the most important; it was vital to his life that the boots wouldn't creak or squeak.

His eyes twinkled as he thought more and more about his destination. He looked down, as he chuckled. A flash caught his eyes, it was his pistol butt. Kyoya made a point to shine it with water and the corner of his coat every day. It was the first one he had been given, and it was very reliable. Kyoya liked it, and made certain to 'show off its reliability' every chance he got.

As he moved slightly in the saddle Kyoya spied his rapier that sat in its hilt at his side, next to his pistol. Kyoya's rapier hilt was encrusted with a couple of jewels, which sparkled in the starlight. It was modest, but still, it didn't need to be fancy for its purpose did it?

The inn drew near, and in anguish that he wasn't arriving as fast as he would have liked too, which would have meant he flew there – which was impossible – he threw his head up to look at the sky. It was a good time passer Kyoya had found when he was on long journeys that required him travelling by night. Some of the nights diamonds were hidden behind long clouds that seemed to stretch for miles, but Kyoya quickly found a clear patch large enough to see a decent amount through.

It was bejewelled, and each night-time diamond sparkled and stood out in the dark. Kyoya let his mind drift to think about what the stars must be thinking of him. It wasn't uncommon for him to wonder this, he was often lonely on his travels; so he imagined some company, usually being the stars.

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