Long Kiss Goodbye

Author's Note: Eh...I didn't know that many people didn't like it..Well, never mind, I'm still writing this for the hell of it. I'm still not over Clannad! Ugh..Nagisa..

Disclaimer:: I, KawaiiTenshiCeres, does not own Ouran High School Host Club by Bisco Hatori or Long Kiss Goodbye by HALICALI.


San

"Fiancee?!"

Eyes battered with light confusion as a head tilted in confusion. The Hitachiin brothers and Tamaki sat in a corner in thought. Was the girl lying through her teeth or was she really telling the truth? The three of them thought she was another Renge who was going to assume he was like Ichijo Miyabi. They gazed at her with light suspicion as they approached her yet again, as they inspected her. She was only five foot six, so she was a bit shorter as most of the host club members, but taller than Haruhi. They noticed she had a clueless look in her eyes, compared to her earlier episode.

"Uhm..Suoh-san?" Yuri questioned battering her eyes.

"So, why are you against Kyouya-senpai, hime?" Hikaru questioned putting an arm around her.

"Hmm? Do you have a grudge against him?" Kaoru added doing the same thing, making the raven haired young lady slightly creeped out.

"...Yes." Yuri squeaked. "Ugh! If he's so smart, then why is he such a jerk?! He was nicer back then, but he didn't have to make me feel that bad!" she shouted as she sucked in air, to make her cheeks puff up playfully.

Tamaki's indigo eyes gazed at Yuri's determined eyes oddly. She was dead set against proving Kyouya wrong, but it had traces of being sad from earlier. The blond understood his raven haired best friend to be mean underneath the layers, but he never expect it to be towards a girl like Yuri. He knew that she was a future Yakuza boss, but she was intellegent. It was strange, since he knew information on the raven haired girl on the spot. So, the blond had to be somewhat nice to her to know what was going on, so he could help..After all, he couldn't leave a so-called 'damsel-in-distress' all alone.

"Hime, can you please tell me why do you hate the Cool Type?" Tamaki smiled lightly towards her. "He's very friendly to most of our customers.."

"You don't understand, you idiot! I got engaged to him since my mother was originally engaged to his father!" Yuri shouted as she looked down in dispair. "Ugh! If Okaasan married Yoshio-san, I would've been Kyouya's sister somehow!"

"Kyouya's...sister?" The brothers plus Tamaki and Haruhi questioned, imagining a nerdy girl laughing, as money was raining down around her. "No..way.."

"Anyways...I need to head home pretty soon." Yuri stated with a light smile upon her face. "Any other questions before I go home? It's highly doubtful that I'll answer my cell phone, so please tell me now."

The other members of the Host Club shook their head in unison as Yuri lightly waved her hand and walked away. They formed a circle as they were discussing a few things, while Yuri wandered down the hallway. Her eyes looked up, seeing someone she desperately was avoiding this whole time. Biting her lip, she walked past him silently, as Kyouya stopped in his place for a moment, and glanced back at her from afar with a calm look upon his face.

"Heading home, Harada-san? I guess I will be seeing you at dinner. Your father seemed happy to invite my family over." he stated as Yuri turned into ice.

"Quiet you." Yuri stated, breaking out as she immediately stormed away.

Kyouya gazed at her, as he saw the Host Club members assembled in a planning circle. He raised a questionable eyebrow towards them, as he approached them, as he absentmindingly was listening to their so-called 'Battle Plan'. They were talking about trying to make Kyouya crack. The eyeglass character raised up his glasses as a darkened aura surrounded him. He didn't know that his fiancee was so brutally against him to the point of going insane. He sighed as four of them screamed out 'OKAY!!', as they turned to see Kyouya standing there with a blunt look upon his face.

"K-KYOUYA?!" Tamaki froze up, as he nervously looked at the twins or Hunny for support, but they ended up crowding up at the other side of the classroom, sneaking out through the secondary door, and dashing off. "Gah! Betrayers!" he shouted as he sighed and looked at the slightly annoyed Kyouya.

"You were planning, weren't you, Tamaki?" Kyouya questioned darkly, as the blond host was stumbling away from the Shadow King in fear.

"So..she tricked them into helping her huh? No wonder..she played unfairly to get the Student Council President role.." Kyouya questioned standing in the empty room alone.


"JEEZ! That idiot!"

Storming into her room, chucking her bag into her bed, Yuri plopped into her bed, staring up at the painted ceiling in anger. Her eyes stared upon the ceiling as she quickly sat back up and glanced at her flower shaped alarm clock in thought. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she hopped off the bed and opened a cabinet beneath her television, which contained her video game consoles. She had to escape her little bad day, and go play her dating sims.

"Yuri-hime! Hey! Your Okaasan wants you to wear a kimono instead of a dress today!" one of her mother's bodyguards shouted as Yuri cringed.

"FINE!" the raven haired young lady barked as she bit her lip. Oh..great! I might have the wear the flashy one with those stupid dragons on it. Ugh..All I wanted to do tonight is play Tokimeki Memorial, and drown out my sorrows over that jerk.

"Yuri-channn! I'm here to do your hair!" her maid had shouted as Yuri nodded and proceeded towards the door with a slightly exhausted look on her face.

"Yes, yes..whatever.."

Meanwhile..

"My, my, my. Kyouya-san? You're going with Otosan to see Miyuki-san and Ryouta-san?" a raven haired woman questioned standing in the doorway of Kyouya's room.

Kyouya glanced up, as he put up on his tie, seeing his older sister standing in the doorway. It was Fuyumi, who had made yet another unexpected visit to her family's home, she simply glanced at her little brother wearing nice clothing as she couldn't help, but to smile. She wandered over and placed a hand upon her brother's shoulder, looking at him in the mirror with a small motherly smile upon her lips, as she furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

"Hm? What is it?" Kyouya questioned.

"Nothing." Fuyumi smiled as she released her hands and began to wander out of his room. "Kyouya-san, are...you and Yuri-san getting along?"

Kyouya glanced at his sister, giving her a kind smile. "Not exactly. Yuri-san...is very against me in a way." he stated adjusting his black blazer.

"Oh?" Fuyumi stated as she placed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, I'll leave you alone for a while, okay?"

"...I wonder how long she's willing to play this game?" Kyouya muttered pushing up his glasses.


The onyx colored car, that had the Ootori family symbol had pulled up to the mansion. The mansion itself, was a large one, having two seperate buildings that connected to each other. The larger of the two was the Westernized home, that the family usually stays in, along with having the entertainment rooms along with the dining room and the kitchen. The smaller one, was the traditional Japanese style house, where the members of the Yakuza would stay in, along with having the meeting rooms, and the rooms where the girls of the family would practice tea ceremony, flower arrangement, or calligraphy. Overall, it looked like a hybrid of the two different worlds combined in two acres of land.

"I haven't been here in a while." Yoshio responded getting out of the car with Kyouya and his two older brothers.

"Oh. This place?" the eldest brother questioned looking at it.

"Good evening." one of the maids smiled towards them as she proceeded inside, with them following inside.

"Welcome." the family stated with a bright smile.

"Hello, Miyuki-san." Yoshio smiled as he noticed that both Miyuki and Yuri looked exactly alike, as the pair bowed to him.

Yuri had approached Kyouya and lightly bowed politely and gave him a forceful, yet friendly smile upon her painted lips. She had the urge to rip out her perfectly arranged scalp out to try and practically kill him..though the practices from acting polite had been paying off for the raven haired young lady. She simply gazed into his eyes as she forced herself to act as formal as she could be, so her mother wouldn't scold her, as she said something softly.

"We meet again..Kyouya-sama."