A/N: A lot of debate went into whether or not I should even post this week. I got a comment last week from someone whose name I don't even remember at this point saying that this story was bad and if I didn't stop posting to this, it was going to get reported and most likely removed. To that person, I say this. I'm sorry you didn't like my story, but here's the thing. I like my story. Not to mention, I know of a few people that would be pretty bummed if I quit posting this story. Also, this story is based on my own, personal, firsthand accounts with this kind of thing. It's practically a diary for me. If you don't like it, there are plenty others you have to choose from. Telling me to stop just because you don't like it isn't only taking it away from me, but from everyone else that does like it.

That's the thing. What I write, I don't write for you specifically. I write it for myself. I share it with you. For the past couple of weeks, I've been struggling with my writing. I've been thinking that the one thing I think I'm good at, I suck something awful and should never put pen to paper again. Getting a comment like that didn't help matters. It took three men and a boy to put me back together. And to those that did, I'm forever grateful. I can never repay you guys that have been such a support system from day one. I'm sorry that you had to lash out at me like that. But if I've learned anything from my year and a half on this site, it's that I'm only one person and I can't please everybody. No one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to read this. You're doing it of your own volition. If you don't like it, don't read it and move on. And wherever you are, I hope you're doing ok.

For the rest of you, now that I'm done being a downer, my guest from Kiss, Kiss, who will eventually end up with me giving you a name. It can't be Felipe. That's my cactus. Yes. My cactus has a name. I also occasionally have full conversations with him. But you're one of the good ones. And I love how Lana's developed. We're going to see a little more development in this week's chapter that I've had churning in my brain for the past couple weeks now and I'm quite excited for it. I'm sorry I had to lay that kind of a rant on you, but for sticking it out this far with me, how about that new chapter that I know a lot of you are just as excited about it as I am?

I missed my boys. All of them. I missed seeing them every day. Occasionally on the weekends like when Haruhi and I did the flea markets together. And of course, because Tamaki couldn't leave his girlfriend alone. One day...I'll be back in Japan. At least I hope so. London's great, but it's definitely no Tokyo.

Ring, ring.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone off my nightstand. Dammit. That's right. I texted my sister after I got back last night, "Hey, Rhi."

"Hey, Lana," Rhiannon sang, "How you doing, sweetie?"

"Not too bad," I made myself comfortable, "A little tired, but I can manage."

"We're just going to cut to the chase here," she decided, "What's with that text? Explain. You and Yuzuha?"

"Yeah," I winced, "There are pictures. If they're not online, I'll send you Hikaru and Kaoru's numbers. They'll send them to you."

"Did you actually get to meet Yuzuha?" Rhiannon asked, "Or was it just the twins?"

"I met her," I snuggled into my blankets some more, "And I want her to adopt me."

"Me, too," she sighed out, "So, she's not a stuck-up bitch like I thought she'd be?"

"Far from it," I assured, "She picked me herself. Yuzuha gives a hell of a pep talk."

"I'm so jealous!" Rhiannon squeaked, "Seriously, Lana, where do I find myself one of these host clubs that get me all the perks I could ever ask for?"

"You don't get my boys," I put my foot down, "They're my boys for a reason, Rhiannon. It's like Kyoya's brothers all over again."

"I know, I know," she settled me, "You called dibs. Speaking of beautiful boys, I want to hear about your new doctor. You wouldn't have made such a big deal about him if he wasn't."

"Funny you mention that," I buried my face in my pillows, "He's cute, Rhiannon. Married, but he's really cute."

"Good for you, honey!" Rhiannon praised, "Lucky girl. What's his name?"

"Yuuichi," I told her, "We're on a first name basis."

"He's not local," she teased, "Where's he from?"

"Tokyo," I braced myself for the nuclear bomb Rhiannon could be when she gets overly excited.

"Oh?" I piqued her interest, "Maybe you two have already met and don't even realize it."

"No," I promised, "I'd remember a face like his. And his last name. It's Ootori."

"Ootori...Ootori..." Rhiannon thought it over, "Why does that sound so familiar?"

"They're a very prominent medical group in Japan," I cringed, "And it's also the last name of my boyfriend..."

"That's where I've heard that!" she screeched, "So, relation?"

"Big time," I started thumbing through my closet. The magical e-mail of canceled class didn't come today, "Yuuichi is Kyoya's older brother."

"That must make it for an awkward session."

"Not at all," I clarified, "Talking to Yuuichi is a lot like venting to Kyoya."

"But you said he's married, huh?" Rhiannon pouted, "Damn."

"We've been over this, Rhiannon," I grumbled, "Dibs. But I understand. If you met him, you'd love him, too. He's been so wonderful to me. I don't know if it's because I'm dating his little brother or that he gets the way my brain works, but I love him to death and I'd love for him to fully replace Dr. Moreno."

"That good?" she gasped, "You finally found a doctor other than Dr. Moreno that you don't completely hate, Lana. Good for you!"

"I couldn't hate Yuuichi if I tried," I threw my uniform on my bathroom counter, "Must be something in the gene pool. He doesn't have the god complex and I love that. Unless it's an undercover god complex like Kyoya's."

"Likes to be a big fish in a little pond," Rhiannon figured, "Yeah. Exactly like Kyoya."

"I miss my little pond."

"I miss your little pond, too," she admitted, "You're not the only one that's had Tokyo change your life."

"I know," I nodded, "I have to go, Rhi. I need go get ready for class."

"Alright, sweetheart," Rhiannon let me go, "If you need anything, call."

"I will."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

Click.

As per usual, I dreaded going to class, but I still had a little bit of the buzz from playing with the twins. And on the plus side, the newly added blue in my hair wasn't staining my bathtub like I thought it would, so I had that going for me. I pulled myself together a little more and headed out.

For a few weeks, it was the same routine. Wake up to my good morning text from Kyoya, talk to Rhiannon for a while, go to class, come home, occasionally go to Yuuichi's temporary office, dinner, bed. And I was perfectly ok with that. I even had the occasional video chat with my beloved boyfriend. Life wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for me.

One morning, though, I woke up and checked my phone. Radio silent. No Kyoya text, no Rhiannon calling. Not even the seldom heard text from my mom asking if I was doing ok. But I looked at the date. November was in its last two days and it had finally hit me. Today of all days. Today was my birthday.

Last year, Kyoya and I had a mutual understanding. Neither one of us would make a big deal over it and we kept it from the host club. I didn't want to be made a fuss over. God knows Tamaki wouldn't know subtlety if it bit him in the ass. So, we kept it quiet. No presents, no cake. We pretended it didn't even happen. And I'm pretty sure we were both ok with that.

"Lana," Kelly, our room advisor, knocked on my door, "You got a delivery this morning."

"I did?" I opened my door.

"Yeah," Kelly handed me a glass vase with a beautiful floral arrangement of white and purple orchids with a few white calla lilies in it and a few sprays of baby's breath, "Lucky you. Who's sending you flowers?"

"I don't know," I dug through them and found the card inside.

Happy birthday, Lana.

Love,

Yuuichi

I don't know why I'm surprised. His brother would've done the same thing. But then again, his brother couldn't even send me his regularly scheduled good morning text. No, Lana. Don't do that. Passive aggression doesn't suit you. I set the vase on my desk and got ready for class. I'm sure I could thank Yuuichi later. Until then, I had a day of lessons ahead of me to listfully blow off and let my mind wander through.

A full day of blending into the paint on the walls. And I wanted nothing less. Although, during lunch, even though the temperatures had dropped a bit, I sat outside by my favorite tree, zoning out to the music on my phone, it had been cut short by a cheerful ringtone. Finally, Kyoya's going to talk to me. However, the chirps on the other end would prove otherwise.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Lana!" a giant puppy on espresso squeaked, "Happy birthday, princess!"

"Thank you, Tamaki," I blushed, "What are you doing, calling me so late?"

"Isn't it noon in London?" he wondered, "What do you mean, I'm calling you late?"

"You're nine hours ahead of me," I reminded him, "But I appreciate the thought. At least one of you did."

"Hey," Tamaki caught on. He might not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but Tamaki has almost become as good as Kyoya on picking up my tells, "What's the matter, Lana?"

"It's nothing," I brushed him off, "It's just..."

"You can tell me," he assured, "What's got Daddy's little girl so down?"

"I've gotten texts all day from the boys," I told, "But I haven't heard one word from Kyoya. I'm almost kind of worried."

"It's alright," Tamaki promised, "Kyoya's probably waiting for tomorrow morning, so he can be the last one to talk to you. You know how he is."

"I know," I let out a heavy sigh, "But...It would've been nice to at least get his good morning."

"You're overthinking, Lana," he tried to cheer me up, "It's going to be fine. I'm sure Kyoya's going to call or text you eventually before you go to sleep tonight."

"Thanks, Tamaki," I smiled a bit, "I miss you guys terribly."

"We miss you, too, princess," Tamaki awed, "When do you think you'll be coming back around?"

"Well," I mulled it over, "I think I told Kyoya I could be back by graduation."

"That's too far away."

"Sister, you're telling me," I agreed, "But Kyoya told me he could be in London as soon as the end of the semester. You guys can always come see me, too, you know!"

"If we were to come see you," Tamaki pointed out, "Do you really think we'd tell you? We'd all be going and we'd surprise you on your front door."

"Actually," I stopped him, "If something like that were to happen, Kyoya would tell me. He knows how I am about surprises and he'd give me a heads up a week in advance, if not more."

"Maybe we could come surprise you in December," he decided, "We might as well get started on getting Haruhi a passport. It's not like she has one."

"It's not much of a surprise if you're telling me now," I giggled.

"If Kyoya's going to tell you anyway..."

"I have to go, Tamaki," I heard the bell ring, "I have to get back to class."

"Ok," he let me go, "Happy birthday, Lana. Don't worry about Kyoya. You're just overthinking."

"What else is new?" I joked darkly.

"Bye!"

Click.

I needed that. I didn't think talking to Tamaki would've been as much of a comfort as that was, but it was the warm blanket on a cold night I needed. Sometimes, that lovable idiot had perfect timing. He did tell me the sacred principle of the host club was that every girl would leave through the doors of the music room happy. I'm sure he was trying his best to keep that promise to me.

As the day came to an end, I decided to take a trip to the pub. Elliot loved me and I knew he'd have something sweet and yummy for me. All I wanted was a snack. Nothing too overly big. I'd stab a man for some good nachos, but those were far and few in between in this town. I took my usual seat at the end of the bar and waited for him to finish up with the ones before me.

"Lana!" Elliot caught sight of me, "Happy birthday, love!"

"Thanks, Elliot," I beamed, "You think I could get a little birthday cake?"

"Here," he already had a cupcake in a plastic container for me, "I'd do a shot with you, but I don't have the heart to get you drunk."

"Trust me," I cringed, having a flashback, "You don't want to see me drunk. That's my sister's job. Along with six of my closest friends and my boyfriend at my boyfriend's house. That was a night that got a little out of hand."

"I need to hear about this night," Elliot dug, "Tell me!"

"No," I shook him off, "Not happening. I hardly remember it. I had to have my sister give me a play by play and my boyfriend had to fill in some blanks. That was a fun night, but a rough morning."

"Alright," he let it go, "So, how are you doing, sweetheart? Good birthday so far?"

"For the most part," I nodded, "Haven't heard from my boyfriend yet, but I got a little reassurance that I probably will later, so I have that. Got a call from my sister, texts from my friends. All in all, can't complain."

"Good for you, Lana," Elliot popped me in the shoulder, "That's my girl. Wait a sec."

"What?"

"Your boyfriend," Elliot thought out loud, "The one that you said is disgustingly in love with you and you with him. He hasn't even had the decency to send a text?"

"Nothing," I shook my head, "Even his brother sent me flowers. His best friend called me during lunch. But him? Not a peep."

"Hold on," he said, "Have you checked your PO box today?"

"No," I smiled, "I'm sure he sent me something. Good call."

"There you go," Elliot always had a way with words, "Check your mail."

"Ok," I grabbed my cupcake off the bar, "I'll see you later, Elliot."

"Bye, Lana!"

I left the pub and started toward the post office. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if Kyoya sent me something. I probably had presents from the whole damn host club waiting for me. When I got there, I unlocked my mailbox and pulled out a small stack of envelopes. Let's see. Card from Honey and Mori. Card from my parents. Junk mail. Card from my grandma. Card from Yuzuha. Card from the twins. Card from Haruhi...Nothing from Kyoya. What the hell? If this is his way of breaking up with me, it's a pretty poor way of doing it.

At least I had a nicely decorated cupcake to eat my feelings. I tossed my birthday cards on my dresser and the cupcake on my nightstand. I was going to tear you to shreds later. Before I threw myself onto my bed, a light blue dress was laid on the bedspread with a note. Typed, not handwritten. No signature.

Myddleton Square.

6PM

Ok...That's not unsettling. Every part of me said no, but someone went through a lot of trouble to do something like this. In all seriousness, this wouldn't surprise me if this was Yuuichi's way of setting up an appointment for me. He probably knew that today wouldn't be exactly pleasant for me and the only thing that could make it better is if his brother would answer my damn text messages.

Alright, Yuuichi. I'll play along. It's strange. My dress was almost the exact same color as the Ouran boys' uniforms. I got redressed and left for Myddleton Square. It was actually my favorite park I've ever been to. The rose garden in particular. I remember telling Kyoya about it a long time ago. It was one of my happy places aside from the aquarium. This was nice. This was something I needed. I'd be thanking Yuuichi for this later.

Ring, ring.

Well, well. Look who it finally is. Only took you all damn day, but you finally decide to call me. The passive aggressive in me wants to ignore the call, but the hopeless romantic that misses her boyfriend something fierce wants to answer it. I couldn't say no to Kyoya. It's Kyoya. I slid my finger across the screen, "Hi, Kyoya."

"Hey," his voice rumbled through me, "How was your day?"

"You know," I shrugged, "Same old, same old. Went to class, went to the pub, currently sitting by myself in a rose garden."

"Are you alright?" Kyoya asked, "You sound like you want to punch me."

"No," I bit my tongue, "Why would you say that?"

"You think I forgot what today was?" I could hear a smirk in his voice, "I'm not that heartless. Happy birthday, Lana."

"Thank you," I couldn't stay mad at him for long. Kyoya had that kind of power, "You were the only one I hadn't heard from today."

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to make you worry."

"Hey," I wondered, "Why do you sound so echo-y? It's like you're in a tunnel."

Click.

"Kyoya...?"

He hung up on me...What the hell, Kyoya? What did I do to deserve that? You hang up on your girlfriend on her birthday? That's kind of a dick move. I threw my phone back in my bag and stared directly into the void of the night sky. You picked an amazing meeting place, Yuuichi. Somewhere I wouldn't be uncomfortable. Somewhere I could be completely at peace.

"First chance I get, right?" a voice spoke softly behind me, "I did promise you that much, didn't I?"

A small gasp escaped my lips and a pit opened up in my stomach. No. There's no way, "Kyoya?"

A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and a pair of lips pressed themselves on the top of my head, "Happy birthday, my love. You didn't think I was going to let you spend it alone, did you?"

"Kyoya?" my voice broke, the floodgates of my eyes following shortly after, "I thought you said you'd be here in December."

"I lied. I wanted to surprise you instead."

I threw myself into my boyfriend's arms and started bawling my eyes out. I couldn't believe him. This whole time I thought this elaborate setup was his brother's idea. Thankfully, I was able to cry in the shoulder I needed to cry in more than anything else. And he was going to let me, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, Lana," Kyoya cradled me against his chest.

"You should've told me you were coming," I scolded, "I would've been better prepared for this."

"Too bad," he kissed me deeply, sending a shock all the way to my toes, "I think five months without seeing you is a good enough reason to surprise you."

"I guess I can't fault you for that," I curled into him.

"So, my love," Kyoya took my hand, "We have an entire weekend to kill. Care to come stay with me?"

"I can't," I bit my lip, "Hell, I have to be back to my dorm by ten. The only way it'd be ok is if..."

"If what?" he worried as the lightbulb in my head turned on. This was going to be cheap and underhanded, but it was time that the hell my head gave me worked in my favor for a change.

"I need to make a quick phone call," I grinned darkly, "I know I should be ashamed of what I'm about to do, but being sick is about to give me some perks."

"That's my girl," Kyoya hugged me tight, "Any means necessary, right?"

"Exactly."

"Who are you calling?" he asked, trying to figure out my plan before I do.

"My doctor," I scrolled through my contacts.

"Dr. Moreno?"

"New doctor," I made it to the O's, "Dr. Moreno's in Wales taking care of her brother. Apparently, he's doing drugs again and refusing rehab, so..."

"Hello?"

"Hey," I walked out of earshot, "Yuuichi, I need you to do me a huge favor."

"Sure, Lana," he agreed, "What's up?"

"I need you to call my room advisor," I begged, "Tell her you're keeping me for the weekend."

"For what reason?" Yuuchi asked, "Both excuse and real reason."

"The excuse," I explained, "I had a bad episode and need to be kept under watch for a few days, just to make sure I'm going to be ok."

"And the real reason?"

"My boyfriend's in town," I beamed, still not a hundred percent sure this was actually happening, "And I haven't seen him in five months. I have all intentions of spending every last minute with him."

"So, you need your doctor's note," he figured, "Sure, Lana. I can do that. That's no problem."

"Yuuichi, I love you," I sighed out, "You are a life saver."

"Didn't spend seven years in med school for no reason," Yuuichi teased, "I'll call her now. Could you text me the number?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'll send it to you right now. Really, Yuuichi. I can't thank you enough."

"Lana," he stopped me, "You're on the brink of spiraling again. Don't do that. Go spend some quality time with Kyoya. God knows you both probably need it."

I texted Yuuichi the number and threw my phone back in my bag. He was right. If there was one thing Kyoya and I mutually needed, it was definitely each other. And I fell back into the warm, loving embrace of my boyfriend's arms. Yes. This was sorely needed. I've needed this for so long.

"Is everything alright?" Kyoya asked.

"Fine," I assured, "My doctor's going to keep me under observation for the weekend."

"Lana," he scolded, "Do you know how dirty that is?"

"I've been iffy in the mental department since I was ten years old," I pointed out, "It's about time I took advantage a little. It's going to keep me out of my dorm for a few days. You think I could crash with you?"

"Of course," Kyoya kissed the top of my head, "Now, my love. We have the rest of the night to kill. How would you like to spend it?"

I've had a long day. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but I had a reinvigorated energy coursing through me. Even if I wanted to sleep, there was no way that was happening, "Takeaway, crappy movies, your hotel room?"

"It'd be my pleasure," he pulled me to his hip, "Where is dinner coming from?"

"Ideally?" I thought it over, "The kitchen of your cabin in Karuizawa, but unfortunately, we can't get what we want."

"What about that pub you love so much?" Kyoya suggested, "I know nothing of the layout of London, Lana. This is completely on you."

"If I take you to the pub on a Friday night," I chuckled, "You'd get mauled. Either by women or by Elliot."

"Who's Elliot?" he wondered.

"He's the guy that owns the place," I explained, "I told him your lamb was better than his and he kind of wants to jump you for your recipe."

"Not happening," Kyoya assured, "You have a sensitive palate and a good sense of smell. You guessed what I used. You're the only person that knows and it's going to stay that way."

"Can we get lamb from the pub anyway?" I asked meekly, "For nostalgic purposes?"

"That's fine," he allowed. And the two of us began our trek through London. For the first time in a long time, I had a reason to genuinely enjoy the weekend. No worries. No dorm. Just Kyoya and me. Where did I have room to complain? I could say this with absolute certainty. Life was good.

A/N: I missed Kyoya. I missed Kyoya terribly. I was done screwing around with phone calls and text messages and dream sequences. I needed this boy in the flesh. And here we are. Lana and Kyoya left unattended for the weekend in London. It'd be like Karuizawa, but not as good. But now, they're on their way to the pub. Elliot's going to meet Kyoya. Elliot is kind of like a father figure to Lana. He's protective of her. See you next chapter. xx