A/N: Bah. Pocky grabbed the most angst-tastic word available. XD I can't hold it against her, however, because she's done a bang-up job, as I'm sure you'll agree! Usual disclaimer and please enjoy!

Death

Dad always said that when mum died, part of him died too. Haruhi stood still as leaves swirled around her ankles. She stared into the hard stone, at the name engraved on it. That same name was engraved forever on her heart. Tears stung her eyes, and she stubbornly held them back. It had been years now, but it still hurt, hurt so much she didn't know how she had managed to survive this long, carrying the unbearable pain with her.

Unable to look any longer, she watched a bird beat it wings powerfully and fly away, shaking the branch it had stood on, scattering leaves onto the wind. A part of him…She shook her head again, forcing herself to concentrate.

For years, she had been trying to find something to replace the gaping hole the death had left in her. Now, years later, she realised nothing, nobody would ever be able to take her his place. But they could give her something a little different, fill another part of her that she never knew was missing. A part…

And that's what he'd done. Maybe he hadn't even realised it, but he had given her so much more than she could've asked of him, of anyone.

But that was just the way Kyouya was. He always had the best of everything, and gave nothing less.

She looked back at the grave, at the familiar name written on it. She hadn't realised how much she would miss him, and now…He was gone. And so, in a small way, was she. When he died, part of me…She'd loved him as a friend, always a friend.

Yet he was the best, most caring friend she had ever known.

And he wouldn't want her to be alone now.

Haruhi took a deep breath, as he joined her, wordlessly staring at the carefully cared for grave. Slowly, the others joined her, standing behind her, supporting her.

"Tamaki-senpai?" She said tentatively, feeling her face heat up and tears run unchecked down her face. She felt his hand support hers. "We did it." She smiled briefly up at Kyouya, who was holding her hand. A ringed hand. "We finally got married, okay?"

As soon as he had heard of Haruhi and Kyouya dating each other, Tamaki had pestered Kyouya into proposing. And yet, when he had, Tamaki hadn't been there to see it.

"I know," Haruhi swallowed, and started again. "I know how much you would've wanted to be there."

"It was fantastic, Tono." Hikaru said softly. "You would've loved it." he snaked an arm around Haruhi's neck, Kaoru on her other side. "Haruhi looked so cute in her dress. Just like one of your fantasies."

"Only cuter." Kaoru smiled sadly.

"Tama-chan, we saved you some of the flowers." Honey, though so much older now, was still the same cute cake-loving boy he had once been. Mori laid them on his grave, and they stepped back, silently staring at it, remembering. Remembering him, and all he had been to them. Kyouya struggled for the right words to say. He had lost his oldest, closest friend. It had been years, and yet it had taken him years to do one of Tamaki's last requests.

"Our old designators were most surprised when we told them Haruhi was a girl." He took hold of her hand again. She was the only one to who he would admit about how he was still hurting over Tamaki. He knew she felt the same way, and it brought them together, to support and encourage each other. "Though they would've been even more surprised if we let them carry on thinking she was a boy." They smiled half-heartedly.

"We did good, right…" Haruhi paused. "Ootou-san?"