TWO YEARS LATER.

"Kyoya, come on!" Tamaki yelled. "Come on, I've got some new ideas!" Tamaki and Kyoya sat in the lunch room, talking idly.

"Hey, lord," Hikaru and Kaoru said together. "Haven't you noticed Haruhi?"
"What are you talking about?" Tamaki said. They pointed over to Haruhi. She was sitting eating her boxed lunch. "I don't see anything different."
"Look closer. She's developing." They snickered evilly. Tamaki looked closer. After he looked after a while, there was two small lumps discernable through the male jacket she was wearing. Tamaki was furious.

"How dare you look at my little girl like that—what kind of perverts are you!?!" Tamaki stood up and shook the twins angrily as Kyoya watched. He smiled softly as Tamaki went of in a dramatic rampage. It was pleasant having things just the way they were—Tamaki unknowingly in love with Haruhi, the twins and he seemed to get along better than initially thought—all was perfect in Kyoya's social life. After that night, Tamaki had never mentioned that he ever wanted to have sex again. He never even mentioned that the two ever had sex, not even in private company.

All was good.

They were back in music room three, entertaining guests. Kyoya was persuading girls to buy items, and girls swooning over Tamaki, of course.

""Your hair is so silky, it brushes against my face," Tamaki muttered into this girl's hair, "You must be so diligent with your appearance. But what's the point? You're naturally beautiful—carved from the clouds in heaven, you don't need to change anything about yourself."

The girl giggled madly and blushed to her roots. Kyoya's head whipped over to Tamaki. Tamaki refused to catch Kyoya's eye, who was confused. He felt as though someone had stripped him naked—he knew those words. Those words were his words. Kyoya tried to ignore the flush and turned away, scribbling down in his notebook.

"What's wrong, senpai?" Haruhi said, walking past with instant coffee.

"Nothing, Haruhi," Kyoya said, straightening up and pushing the glasses back up his nose rather harshly. Tamaki's voice, though, drifted over to him.

"For in these moments, I can see us falling from the heavens, holding each other and reveling in moments as these. For you, I was born, Tetsua Momkio, and for you I must die."

Kyoya frowned deeply and barred his teeth.

"Wow, he sure is dramatic today," Haruhi said, tilting her head. "Kyoya, are you sure you're alright? You look really upset."

"No no, Haruhi, I'm fine—"

"For In death we will be free—in death we will be loved. This love is stronger than death. If our bodies must die, at least this love will continue on, drifting us together in the breeze, forever… into eternity."

"Oh, Tamaki," She whispered,

"That bastard," Kyoya whispered.

"What did Tamaki do?" Haruhi said, turned to Kyoya now. Kyoya looked up at her, slightly surprised.

"What—? Oh… nothing, Haruhi." Kyoya said, walking away before he could hear the kisses on 'Tatsua Momiko' 's neck—and being able to feel them himself. He hated feeling like this—he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Jealousy, he knew. It was most likely jealousy. His pencil snapped in his hand and he left the music room.

Haruhi walked up to Tamaki.

"Okay, whatever you just did to Kyoya, that was mean."

"What?" Tamaki said, surfacing from that girl's neck. "I didn't do anything." Tamaki said innocently.

"Oh don't play that on me, senpai." Haruhi said frowning. "He called you a bastard then muttered something about leaving."

"What?" Tamaki said frowning. This wasn't going how he planned on. "He's leaving?"

"He left. He took his bag with him. I hope your happy, senpai. I know that Kyoya seems cold and uncaring, but that doesn't mean you can be mean to him like that. Whatever you did—it really hurt him."

Tamaki covered his face with his hands.

"I can't… I didn't mean to—Kyoya!" He shouted, getting up and leaving the girls behind.

"No fair—I didn't get a turn!" A girl pouted. Haruhi looked at the girl.

"You don't understand. If Kyoya and Tamaki are fighting, there is no Host Club. They're the Mother and Father of the club."

"Mommy and Daddy!" Hikaru and Kaoru said, from the back.

"It was Daddy's idea—" said Hikaru.

"—and Mommy's planning—" said Kaoru.

"—and Daddy's persuading that brought this club together." Hikaru finished. Haruhi sighed and muttered,

"Give it a rest with the mommy and daddy joke, you're wearing it out." Haruhi walked away as she thought. What could they possibly be fighting about?

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Ohnoes! Is Kyoya jealous?!? Ohh noess

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