Backfired

They were driven out of the city limits and towards a quaint little park. It wasn't something Kyoya usually enjoyed, as I knew fully well, but I thought it would be something fun to try. We were both busy with how much things had changed, so it seemed reasonable to give this a shot. And I couldn't wait to see his reaction either. The maids were in on it as were the chauffeurs, having packed a hearty picnic in advance and stored all the necessities in the back. It wasn't going to be an ostentatious affair like they used to do in the Host Club. It would be simple and sweet, and not totally commoner based. Considering for starter this was a private park they had rented out and no doubt Haruhi would have had a heart attack over what foods they had been given for this picnic... Some fresh air could do no harm to anyone!

I pecked his cheek sweetly as we arrived at the park in particular. I could feel the frown radiating off him as we arrived, even as I got out and took the basket and blankets from the driver. They would wait here while we went a perfectly safe distance away to eat, without being invisible to them or entirely too visible.

"A picnic, really?" he asked wearily.

"Tamaki has done crazier things," I told him cheerfully.

"That may be so, but really?"

"I know you miss him."

Haruhi had found herself a really good job, on her own, in Boston. She was halfway through her studies and she didn't have much reason to leave now, no matter how Kyoya and the twins kept bribing and wheedling her to. Kyoya and the twins had both offered her good jobs at their family's company, but Haruhi had rejected them. It was probably just as well -she wanted to make her name and her fame on her own and not on the backs of her friends. They had moved back from Boston one by one, all of them, except for Tamaki and Haruhi. Kyoya was the first, called home at his father's request to start looking into the company more seriously. There wasn't much else Kyoya took quite as seriously as that, I knew. Anyone who knew him, really, knew it.

Although he would never say it, her husband missed his best friend dearly. Hunny and Mori were often busy with their own lives, especially seeing how Etsuna had managed to wiggle herself into their hearts. It wasn't surprising, really, considering how sweet and responsible she was. Although Hunny had reluctantly accepted it, he was keeping a closer eye on his eating habits and Mori had relaxed when he realized that Etsuna had a hawk's eye for someone skipping out on vegetables. She loved her sweets, to bake them and help others to happiness; but she did not make her sweets for life-food to be ignored. They had had their fair share of troubles between the Shiori and Haninozuka families, but eventually the dust settled and they were still together. Mori's personal support was behind them, even as his family disapproved of it during the conflicts.

Kaoru and Hikaru were off roaming the far ends of the earth, separate and together. They left from Boston to come straight to Japan before dividing to England and reuniting in Germany and the process repeated. Rumor and gossip had it that they left quite a number of broken hearts behind wherever they went, together or not. Last I heard, they were somewhere in Ireland.

Kyoya sighed, "Touching as this is, it isn't really going to bring him any closer unless you've hidden a laptop away somewhere."

Nope, I thought to myself. I've done something even better.

We sat down, rolling the blanket out and started to take the food out from inside the basket. It was packed full with sandwiches and salads, some cookies and pastries and a number of other edible goodies. I stopped paying attention the moment I saw a flicker of white in the trees and then all of my attention flew to my husband. I didn't want the surprise to be ruined for him. He seemed quite resigned to this, but I also saw an indulgent smile flicker across his lips as he rearranged the food a little before sighing.

And then they were sneaking up on him. I kissed him full on the lips, distracting him with a playful tease as I clasped his hands in mine. He may have been suspicious, but he was also distracted and unable to turn and look and see them there. I pulled back with an embaressed laugh, my cheeks bright red and he was opening his mouth to say something when a blonde idiot tackled him to the ground. And then there was laughter and tears and everyone was together again. Hunny sat with Etsuna, holding her hand as they watched the battle between the twins and Tamaki over who got to hug Kyoya first and the longest.

Haruhi, laughing, told them that it had to be Tamaki since he was the father and Kyoya was the mother. And then everyone was crying and laughing again and it was Haruhi's turn to be glomped.

It was a great day, I thought to myself proudly. It wasn't everyday she could surprise Kyoya, and it was even rarer when it could go quite so smoothly as this had. But there had to be an end and it dragged itself through the evening and they left only long enough to squeeze into the limo with rumbling stomachs and laughter that seemed to stretch on forever, filling the silence that had been far too lasting since they split up. But it was so natural and easy to be together in this moment.

Kyoya trapped me against the limo, before I had a chance to go in and someone shut the door, leaving me trapped between the vehicle and Kyoya, thankfully out of sight from the windows. Unless someone unrolled the window, but they hopefully had enough sense to not do that this time around. And then Kyoya was kissing me, soft and tender, his lips lingering against mine as he held my hand in his.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

I smiled adoringly up at him, my free hand caressing his cheek.

"But I've known since last Tuesday. I saw your Skype history."

I gaped at him. "You couldn't have said something earlier?!" I demanded grumpily.

"No, I didn't want to ruin your surprise," he replied with a cheeky grin, pushing his glasses up out of the way. "Good try though."

"I don't even know why I married you," I grumbled under my breath, a smile on my lips. Of course I hadn't surprised him -but it wouldn't have killed him to let me think it a little longer. He could have deflated my surprise when I was being egotistical about it, not before I even had that chance!

"Are you guys coming or what?" Tamaki asked, sticking his head out the window.

Kyoya pushed him back into the car, before getting in, laughing even as he scolded his old friend. I followed inside the limo, shaking my head. We were all together again, for this week of beautiful spring, but soon they would be leaving again. But we would see each other again. As cheesy as Tamaki was with his declaration some hours later after dinner, the bonds of love we had forged during the Host Club were too strong to be broken by distance.

Okay, here is the ending. Albeit cheesier than I ever intended it, it's really nice and I think it suits everything.

I apologize for taking so long to get this up, but I have said that I would finish this and here it is. I refer to Etsuna, my OC from my unfinished spin-off to this series and no, I will not be finishing Sweets and Hearts.

If you hate this, let me know. And I really hope you don't.

I tried. I skimmed the last two chapters and I couldn't see any specific mention of how much time had passed between Shadow King and here, and if I simply missed that part, then the timeline still has some wiggle room depending on when Shadow King took place. But since I wrote this... long, long before Ouran ever finished... Well I wanted to incorporate the manga's ending with the ending here.

For those of you still here, thank you and I'm sorry this took so long. I didn't have an idea of how to pick this up, or what the surprise would be. I found some shred of motivation and made an idea and here is the ending.