A/N: First, I'd like to go on record and say I have the sweetest fan base in the world and I wouldn't trade you for all the tea in Lana's cabinets. I'd say all the tea in China, but I'm sure Lana has more. Now, I'd like to go off record and call you guys the biggest assholes I've ever had the fortune of meeting. I really do appreciate the outpouring of love and support I get from you guys when I get in my little fits of self-loathing like that. Give yourselves a pat on the back for that, but be careful to not pull your shoulder.

Also, to my guest reviewer from Kiss, Kiss, you are some sort of mystical force from the other side and all ominous and I love it. I've actually given hiatus a great thought. However, because I don't know what to do with myself and I'd just get heavily depressed, I'm going to keep on truckin' here, if that's alright.

I did take the weekend for the most part, though. After I hammered through Friday's chapter on FictionPress (which if you're not reading His Girl Friday Nights, I'm very disappointed in you), I did some hanging out in my review section like I did any other time I post to any website. Saturday, I did a mass binge of Death Note (and watched the first episode of Your Lie in April. Kind of wanted to see what the hype was about. And I squealed my little heart out because in the English dub, the voice for Kousei and the voice for Tsubaki are also the voices for King and Diane in the Seven Deadly Sins and I cry because OTP. And upon further speculation, there are a LOT of people in the Seven Deadly Sins that are in Your Lie in April. Sweet Jesus…King, Diane, GILTHUNDER, and someone else, too…). I haven't gotten to the sad part in Death Note yet, but I know it's coming. It's like when I rewatch Fullmetal Alchemist and…Well, we're just not going to talk about that. It still hurts.

But I'm doing a little better now. Not much, but progress is progress. Now, I'm going to let you read today's chapter and I'll be on my way, ok? I'm going to jump down to the bottom now. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….

Why? Why did I have to agree to this? Why could I never say no to Hikaru and Kaoru? Why did I let them do whatever they wanted? Why couldn't the buzz from casting have lasted longer? I had been fully medicated, but now, I regret everything and was left completely empty. Sure enough, it had to hit the day before. All day, I hardly wanted to move.

Ring, ring.

I swear to God, if it's either Hikaru or Kaoru again, I'm punching a wall. They've been blowing up my phone since noon. No. Good, "Hello?"

"Hi, Lana," Yuuichi spoke on the other end, "Are you busy?"

"Define busy," I rolled over, pulling my blanket over my shoulder.

"Doing something other than talking to me."

"No," I sat up, "I'm not busy."

"You wouldn't happen to want to get dinner, would you?" he offered, "I really don't want to eat by myself."

"Sure," I sighed out, "That sounds good. Meet me at the pub by my dorm in ten minutes?"

"I can do that," Yuuichi agreed, "See you then."

"Bye."

Click.

Dammit. A dinner date with Yuuichi and I had zero desire to get out of bed. Maybe this was just what I needed. He was my doctor until Dr. Moreno came back from Wales. Hopefully, he'll pull me out of whatever funk I've been in. I slipped my shoes on and left for the pub. If I could, I'd have a drink, but the jerk behind the bar probably wouldn't serve me.

"Hi, Elliot," I took a seat at the bar. Awfully quiet in here for a Friday night.

"Hey, Lana," Elliot joined me, "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm meeting up with someone," I told him, "Two of the usual."

"Would you order anything else?" he jabbed, calling my order back, "So, who you meeting with? Boyfriend? Am I finally getting his lamb recipe?"

"No," I giggled a bit, "Right gene pool, wrong brother."

"Damn!" Elliot pouted, "And here I got my hopes up."

"Sorry, Elliot," I apologized, "My boyfriend's braised lamb recipe remains a secret."

"Your boyfriend has a braised lamb recipe?" Yuuichi took the empty bar stool next to me.

"Yeah," I nodded, tasting it in the back of my throat, "He made it for me in Karuizawa. It's pretty fantastic."

"You must be the boyfriend's brother," Elliot assumed.

"I'm her boyfriend's brother," Yuuichi confirmed, "Could I get a vodka martini please?"

"Sure, mate," Elliot grabbed the vodka off the back bar.

"So, Lana," Yuuichi looked me over, "How are you?"

"I'm not sure," I confessed.

"What kind of not sure?"

"Just that," I reiterated, "I've gone flat."

"What do you think caused it," he asked as Elliot slid a martini glass to him, "Thank you."

"No problem," Elliot gave him a nod, "Your lamb should be out in a bit, Lana."

"Thank you, Elliot," I smiled a bit, "Well, I have a thing with Hikaru and Kaoru in the morning."

"You're modeling for Yuzuha, right?" Yuuichi assumed.

"Yeah," I gave him a look. Yeah. Can't tell he's Kyoya's brother. They both knew everything. In my year of knowing Kyoya, I've learned not to question it.

"And what's got you so unsure?" he ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

"I don't know," I melted onto the bar top, "The whole affair has me a little overwhelmed. I'm pretty sure I'm not cut out for it."

"You're young," Yuuichi pointed out, "You're cute. I don't see why not."

"That's convincing," I grumbled sarcastically.

"Don't do that to yourself, Lana," he chastised, "You don't deserve that. I'd get Kyoya on the phone to drill that into your head a little more, but then, he'd know I was here with you."

"Hold on," I perked up, "Kyoya doesn't know you're here?"

"No," he shook his head, "Getting you was a happy accident. Amanda called me, asking if I was in the area and if I'd take care of one of her clients for her. Lo and behold, here we are. Sitting in a pub in London with braised lamb between us and a new-found friendship."

I let out a heavy, depressed sigh, "What do I do, Yuuichi? It's times like these where if I was still living in Tokyo, I'd be calling Kyoya and he'd be offering some sort of insight. Or he'd be beating the hell out of Hikaru and Kaoru for even putting me in this situation in the first place. No...Kyoya wouldn't do it. He'd outsource it to Mori and Mori would take care of them."

"Lana," Yuuichi took my face in his hand, "You'll be fine. I promise you that. Get rid of all the self-doubt in your head and you'll do alright. You can do this. I know you can."

"You know," I stole a quick drink from his martini, choking back the vodka and the fond memories it brought back. Thanks, Rhiannon, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just shut up about it and let it happen."

"And if you need me," Yuuichi finished his martini, "Call me. And never drink my drinks for me again."

"Sorry," I blushed a little, "But thank you..."

Beep!

"What's that all about?" he asked, nodding to my phone in my pocket.

I pushed my home button, illuminating my screen. I swear, it's like he knows.

You ok?

"It's your brother," I smiled, feeling a warmth radiating through my extremities, "You know how he worries about me."

Just finished dinner. Hard time sleeping?

Beep!

Kind of. You're not here.

In those three words, my heart completely shattered. I really needed to get back to Japan. Not just for my sake anymore. But for his, too. I couldn't bear the guilt of being the one making Kyoya just as miserable as I was. Maybe this was my punishment for doing just that.

"Everything alright?" Yuuichi worried, "You're not talking him down, are you?"

"No," I assured, slipping my phone back in my pocket, "He's alright. Just can't sleep."

"I thought so," he did the math in his head, "It's got to be three in the morning there."

"He doesn't have me to sleep with," I reported with a heavy sorrow in my heart.

"Well," Yuuichi got up, throwing some money on the counter, enough for both of us, "I should be going. Take care of him, Lana."

"I will," I promised, following him out.

Once I got home, I jumped back into my bed and curled into my pillows. All parts of my body were telling me to go to sleep except for one. My heart. I scrolled through my recent calls and hit dial. I just hope he hasn't completely clocked out yet. Those texts weren't sent all that long ago. If Kyoya was having problems sleeping, there's no way he was out yet.

"Hey," he answered, "What are you doing calling me?"

"You know damn well why I'm calling you," I beamed, wrapping myself around my body pillow, "Because you need to get some sleep whether you want to or not. If this were the other way around, you know you'd be bitching at me."

"I would," Kyoya admitted, "Then again, if I were in complete control of this, you'd already be back in Japan and I'd be at your apartment by now. We wouldn't have to be doing this over the phone."

"Best of a bad situation," I swallowed back tears, "I'm sorry, Kyoya. I will be back in Tokyo some day."

"Graduation?" he assumed, "Would you come back after you graduate?"

"I might," I thought it over, "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"We take another trip to Karuizawa," I stipulated, "I went to the pub tonight and got braised lamb. Still nothing like yours."

"Is that the only reason you keep me around?" Kyoya teased, "Because my cooking is incredible?"

"That is what you bring to the relationship," I giggled, "But you know why I keep you around."

"I seem to remember you saying something about me," he recalled, "being the human embodiment of your medication."

"I knew that was going to come back to bite me in the ass," I grumbled, "I miss you, Kyoya. I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too," Kyoya promised, "December, remember? Or the first chance I get. Whichever comes first."

"I have to get up tomorrow morning," I rubbed my eyes, "Are you going to be ok without me for the day?"

"What do you have planned for tomorrow?" he wondered with worry in his voice.

"The twins and I have a thing," I explained, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine. It's like you said, they know better."

"They do know better," Kyoya agreed, "But they're also stupid enough to do it anyway."

"I'll be able to handle it," I assured him, "I promise. But I'm going to go to sleep."

"Me, too," he said, "Thank you, Lana. I needed to hear your voice again."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Click.

I missed the hell out of him. I don't know how much longer my body pillow was going to cut it. Maybe I should ask for another one for anyone wanting to get me birthday presents. I mean, any other year, I'd get a card from my parents, a phone call from Rhiannon, and a cupcake from the dorm advisor. Other than that, I wasn't holding my breath. Then again, I never told the host club about my birthday last year.

Regardless, I plugged my phone in and put on a onesie that the twins had gotten for me last week. A white unicorn with a holographic horn and a pastel rainbow mane. I had to admit, it did make me feel like I was five, but adorable nonetheless. I wrapped myself up in my blankets and fell asleep with Kyoya's voice on a loop in my brain. The best lullaby I could ask for.

The next morning, all I could feel was warm. An oddly comforting warmth. Like the one Kyoya would give me when he'd come in my room to wake me up after he stayed the night. The cocktail of warmth, security, and nostalgia made me want to cry, but at the same time, they'd be tears of joy. I missed that. Happy crying.

However, this felt different. Normally, when Kyoya would come and wake me up, he'd be pressed against my back. Right now, I had my back to the mattress and the warm feeling on both sides of me. But still half asleep, I wasn't going to question it. All I knew was that I wanted more of it. That is, until my brain caught up and reality began to set in.

"Good morning, Lana."

"Wake up, princess."

Slowly, my eyes began to open up and I stared blankly at the ceiling, "What...The hell...Are you two doing...In my bed?"

"We came to get you," the twins chirped, despite the fact that I was ready to grab both of them by their throats and pin them against the wall until the kicking stopped.

"What time is it?" I grumbled, looking over at my clock. 6AM? Eww...

"Time to go!"

"This early, though?" I threw my hood over my head and burrowed back into my blankets.

"Yep!"

"Hold on a minute," I came to a little more, "How in the hell do you two keep getting in?"

"We manage," Hikaru shrugged.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed, "Now, come on!"

Hikaru and Kaoru grabbed me by my arms and started dragging me out of bed. All while I tried to regain my footing, "Wait! Hold on!"

The twins let me go and if I didn't want them dead before, that just put the nail in their coffin. Relax, Lana. Remember what Kyoya said. Sure, they know better, but they're stupid enough to go through with it anyway. I loved these morons, but hated them all the same. I kicked them out of my room and began to pull myself together, still half dead and sleep deprived. After a quick shower and getting my onesie back on, I pushed through my bedroom door.

Hikaru and Kaoru stood outside like a pair of good, obedient dogs waiting for me. And they knew me all too well. Some days, I wanted to strangle them. Some days, I loved them. That thought was completely dependent on them.

"Here, Lana," Hikaru handed me a to-go cup.

"It's jasmine and honey," Kaoru explained as the first drink burned the sin out of my soul, washing down the handful of medication I had.

"I hate you both," I growled, starting to understand why they called Kyoya the Shadow King. In this moment, I was sure the queen was taking the throne.

"We love you, too!" the twins sandwich hugged me while I contemplated their individual deaths.

The three of us headed out to this hotel that Yuzuha's show was going to be at. This was going to be fine. I was going to be fine. It's like Yuuichi said. I'm young. I'm cute. I'd be ok. At least I hoped so. When we walked in, I could see them building the set in the ballroom out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you ok, Lana?" Hikaru asked.

"You've been spacy since we got here," Kaoru shared his brother's concern.

"Fine," I brushed them off, "Why?"

"You know," Hikaru threw his arm around me.

"You can still back out of this," Kaoru followed suit, "No one would blame you."

"You guys," I assured, "I'm fine. Have you just met me? I'm always a little spacy."

"That's true," they agreed, opening one of the rooms.

"What's this about?" I gave them a look.

"They're here for you," Kaoru nudged me forward.

"They're getting you ready for today," Hikaru elaborated.

"Oh." Reality began to set in. And my anxiety got even worse. No. No, no, no. Not today. I don't need this today. I needed some sort of stability. I needed something to settle me. After the twins left, I started slipping out of my room. I shouldn't be here and everyone knew it.

Maybe if I just step outside, no one will know I'm gone. Then again, I did have a small team waiting for me. And they all looked like they were stuck-up and judging me harshly. Not surprised. I slept terribly last night and taking care of myself was too exhausting. Not to mention, the raw material wasn't much to look at either. I sat on the bench outside the hotel, breathing out my panic attack.

"Lana?" a soft voice approached me, breaking up the angry voices in my head, "Are you alright?"

"No," I shook, "I'm not alright at all."

"Hey," Kaoru wrapped his arms around me, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be here."

"Yes, you should."

"No, I shouldn't," I put my foot down, "You know it as well as I do. I've never been so out of place in my life. The last time I was this out of place, I passed out in the music room."

"And what happened after that?" Kaoru asked, doing his best to settle me down, "You met us. Tamaki-senpai took care of you and we took you in as one of our own. You have every right to be up there as much as anyone else. I can promise you that, Lana. You deserve to be up there. If you could manage to not only impress the host club that day, but our very opinionated, very particular mother, you can do anything you want."

"I'm sure I could," I grumbled, burying my broken face in his shoulder.

"Come on, Lana," Kaoru picked my chin up, "Where's the fire from last week?"

"A week of school beat it out of me," I started to relax a little.

"I refuse to allow that," he held me a little tighter.

Before I knew it, I had a pair of headphones on my head and Hikaru on the other side of me, scrolling through his phone, "Any requests?"

"Surprise me," I allowed, falling into the instrumental that played in my ear. Almost like a lullaby. My God, this reminded me of Tamaki's piano playing. And I melted into it. I had been so zoned out, I didn't even remember going back inside. Or into that hotel room where the team assigned to everyone's favorite flight risk waited around for me.

As the playlist came to a close, I was already done. This gave me flashbacks to the host club party again. Kyoya told me he loved me in front of the entire school. He claimed me in front of the world. And I wouldn't have had that any other way. I missed nights like that. But more than that, I thought of my sister getting me ready in the first place. Granted, these were professionals, but I'd much rather Rhiannon. Familiarity.

"Lana?" Yuzuha came in, "You ready?"

"No," I shook my head, "But what other choice do I have?"

"Out," she called the team off. They scurried off like ants terrified of the magnifying glass, "Rumor has it, you were a little flighty before."

"Yeah," I winced, "I'm sorry. It got to be a little too much for me. I'm a simple girl."

"Oh, Lana," Yuzuha took my hands, "If you were just a simple girl, sweetheart, I wouldn't have done anything for you. Your dress never would've happened. You wouldn't step foot on my runway. But you're so much more than simple. Don't sell yourself so short. You, my dear, are extraordinary. Let no one tell you different. And by no one, I mean no one. Not even yourself. Because you are my favorite little project and I want to see you fully realized. Now, do you need anything else? Are you ok?"

"I think so," my voice broke.

"Don't start crying on me, honey," she smiled, "It might say waterproof, but we don't need to test it."

"Thank you, Yuzuha," I pulled myself together, "I'm ok."

"You know," Yuzuha hugged me tight, "If I would've had a daughter over Hikaru and Kaoru, I feel like she'd be a lot like you."

So, this was what an understanding, loving mother felt like. My own had her moments, but none of them were like this. I wanted to keep Yuzuha in my pocket and never wanted to let her go. I almost started bawling in her arms, but somehow, she had a magical power to keep me from doing that. This woman was a saint. She had to be.

"I'll be ok," I promised, "I'll still get up there."

"That's my girl," she picked me up, "Besides, you won't see the crowd when you're up there. The lights are too bright. If you think of it as an empty room, you'll be fine. You're not going to trip because I have you barefoot. There aren't any loose nails. I made sure of that. You'll do great, Lana. I promise. There's no way you can screw it up. Come on. You need to get in the line."

"Ok," I wasn't completely sure of how this was going to work, but all I knew was that I was dead last. Yuzuha's winter line had been inspired by fairytale princesses. Lucky me got to be Ariel. But I didn't want to be a mermaid. I couldn't be a mermaid. They were too beautiful.

Instead, I wanted to be a jellyfish. They were simple creatures like me. Little blobs with long, lacy tentacles floating in the water. That was all I aspired to be. All they did was swim through the water. Granted, I couldn't swim, but still. They had no brain to work themselves up with. That was the best part.

When the music died out from the last model (who was intended to be Snow White, I think), I snapped out of my headspace. Snow White was my cue. This was it. This could either go very well or horrendously bad. Fingers crossed for the first one. Then, my song came on. A familiar tune that brought me back in time. One that I so desperately needed to hear.

"There you see her," it played, "Sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her..."

That line alone was Kyoya and my relationship in a nutshell. Before I went into the host club that day, I noticed Kyoya out of the corner of my eye sitting two rows away from me and a seat or two back. He kept shooting the occasional glance at me like he had seen something shiny. But me being me, I kept my mouth shut, terrified to talk to someone like that. As much as I love Kyoya to death, he came off really intimidating.

As Kiss the Girl played around me, my face lit up and everything was good again. I took to that runway like a duck to water. I had this. I had Kyoya in the back of my head and our song in my heart. Once I got to the end of the runway, I did a little spin completely out of reflex, watching the skirt of my dress billow out a little from beneath me. I wasn't sure if it was my dress spinning with me or my memories, but I couldn't hold back a smile if I wanted to. And it made a camera flash put stars in my eyes.

When I walked back behind the curtain, I went on a manhunt for my favorite pair of idiots. They stood by the emergency exit with open arms, "Lana, you were a natural!"

"I love you guys," I wept, "You had something to do with that, didn't you?"

"With what?"

"You know what," I wiped my eyes, "It doesn't matter now. But thank you."

I had such a fullness in my heart and an ache in my bare feet and all I wanted was to sit, but I had a permanent smile on my face. Hikaru and Kaoru might have been idiots, but they were my idiots. And I wouldn't trade them for the world. The show wrapped up after going off without a hitch and everyone started to clear out. I met with Yuzuha and the twins outside.

"Are you sure you won't stick with me full time, Lana?" Yuzuha begged, "It's beautiful clothes and traveling the world and amazing parties all the time. What's not to love?"

"Sorry," I giggled a bit, "It's not for me."

"If you ever want to change your mind..."

"I'll call you," I cut her off, "Thank you, Yuzuha. For everything. Really."

"No problem, sweetheart," Yuzuha hugged me, "You need anything, give me a yell. You know where I'll be."

"We don't even know," Hikaru started.

"Where you are half the time," Kaoru finished.

"But you boys have my number, last I checked," Yuzuha reminded, "It wouldn't kill you to call me either."

"Shots fired," I teased, "How's it feel to be on the other end of it, boys?"

"Hey!" the twins pouted.

"I love you, Lana," Yuzuha smiled, "You keep them in line just as well as I do."

"I try," I blushed a bit. And just like that, Yuzuha walked away, leaving me with her boys.

"We're so proud of you, Lana," Hikaru threw an arm around me.

"Yeah," Kaoru did the same, "Kyoya-senpai would be, too."

"So," I thought it over, "Does this mean you two are going back to Japan soon?"

"Probably."

"Could you do me a favor?" I asked, "Kiss Kyoya for me?"

"Only if he won't punch us first," Hikaru chuckled to himself.

"Hey, Lana," Kaoru squeaked, "There's an afterparty tonight. You want to come with us?"

"I'll have to pass," I shot them down, "Thanks but no thanks. I think I'm just going to go back to my room and call it a day, if that's alright with you."

"And if it's not?"

"Then, that's too bad," I headed for the first available bus, "See you later, boys!"

"Bye, Lana!"

The hotel shrank into the horizon and I left my boys behind. I needed a massage and a nap after the day I've had. After the hell I went through. But in all honesty, it wasn't that bad. It was kind of fun. Minus my panic attack. It would've been nice if Hikaru and Kaoru would've told me I'd have professionals waiting for me in a hotel room. Did they just assume I'd know?

All that aside, I had one thing left to do. Because I know she'd kill me if I kept this from her, I started to pen a nice little text to my sister. I knew she was probably in bed by now, so calling her was out of the question. I made the mistake of waking her up when I stayed with her this past summer. Never again. I learned my lesson then.

Just ran a runway for Yuzuha Hitachiin. There are probably going to be pictures online. I'll call you later and answer any and all questions then. X

A/N: ….EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Well, that was fun. I fell quite a ways here. But unfortunately, we're saying goodbye to the Hitachiin twins. But fear not, children. If we've learned anything while this story has been a thing, it's that when one host leaves, more are always on the horizon. GOD I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK'S UPDATE! These damn rich kids…And Haruhi. *Haruhi's middle finger intensifies* But I love them so much. And can I be honest for a half a second? I love Lana and Yuzuha's relationship. That hits me in the warm and fuzzies like you wouldn't believe. And a nice little slap of nostalgia with the Kiss the Girl incident…? Hence why the chapter is called Kiss, Kiss the Girl. I'm a clever little bean.

Now, can you guys keep a secret? Because I have a thing I need to tell someone or I'm going to burst. It's a secret about my Yuri on Ice babies. They don't know it, but I'm going to tell them at the end of their update tomorrow. So, if you also follow my Yuri on Ice fic, please. Look away or I will bite you…Are you gone? Ok. Good.

Tomorrow (and it's so perfect that it HAPPENS to fall on a Wednesday!), I'm posting a one-shot for Yuri on Ice for my sweet little bean Yurio's birthday and I'm so excited. I'm so very, very excited. I started writing it last night and it's so damn cute. It's given me diabetes and I love it so much and I can't gush about it enough. Also, I think I might have said this once before, but Victor Nikiforov and Tamaki Suoh would be best friends and no one can convince me otherwise. And Yuri and Haruhi would be best friends. And Yurio would end up under Kasanoda's wing and that'd be fantastic. See you next chapter! xx