Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.

A/N: So I calculated that this story has been accessed at least 64 times. :) And about 8 people really like it! I am so happy! So, I'll give in. As I continued to write I realized that I was inspired by the Beatles song: Yesterday. Once more my first fanfic R&R please. We are almost done... I promise! Okay, I had to do it. What can I say I was turned on to this series by another one. I simply had to! Excuse me while I put on my flameproof suit...

She looked closer. "Haru-kun? Oh it is Haru-kun!" Haruhi found herself in a tight embrace. This was definitely an influence of Tamaki. Éclair started to dance around the room holding on to Haruhi as if she were a stuffed toy a child clutched below the head and toted around.

"Madame Suou... Regarding Haru-kun..."

Kyoya's level of frustration had reached an apex. "Madame Suou, you will release my wife now."

Éclair stopped spinning Haruhi around the room.

"Can you stop being so free with information? I am not your wife."

"…Yet. You were missing a word in your statement. I had every intention of asking you later on. But I already know your answer. I know you will marry me, so I might as well give you this."

Kyoya walked crosssed his living room. He opened one of the side table drawers. He knew where he placed the small velvet box. "I have had this for years and every intention of making you my wife."

"But when my father withdrew the marriage proposal I took it as an indication that you loved another. When I learned from the twins told me you were going to live with Mori, I felt pain I could not deny. I heard the rumors that Mori was engaged to be married. I thought I lost you. But I never got rid of this. I could not part with it because it is yours.

Haruhi opened the lid of the box. This ring she remembered from childhood. She loved to watch the spectrums that were refracted off the surfaces of this ring. Very turn of her mothers wrist would send the spectrums dancing in different directions. She looked up to where Kyoya stood.

"Kyoya, where...? When?"

"Ranka gave that to me once he realized my intentions toward you. I want you to be mine."

"Sempai…"

"We are one, you need only say my name."

Tamaki and Éclair could only stare in stunned silence. In a combined voice they asked, "When did this all happen?"

Haruhi sighed the word, "Yesterday…

(Yesterday morning)

Normally Haruhi woke to the small repetitve buzz of her alarm clock. She used her finger to press the snooze button on her clock. She padded into her bathroom. She was still sore from the previous day's activities. Her muscles felt sore from picking strawberries and choosing pineapples from the farm she visited with Mori. Mori tired to take her mind off that even's graduation ceremony.

"Haruhi, Do you think of him?"

Haruhi smiled at her friend. I can think of him now and not cry. I'n not sure if I am angry still. But I would not change anything. Mori, why do you ask.

"It has been over seven years since the day I took you here. It has been six years since he last saw you."

"The twins said he came to our graduation from Ouran... disguised as Nekozawa-sempai. I think about that and I want to laugh." Haruhi took a moment to think. "If I did see him again, I do not know if I would run toward him, run away from him, or simply stand there... waiting."

"It's time to head back. You are graduating today."

"Hai, Arigato Mori-sempai."

They traveled back to the Haninozuka Mansion. Haruhi went to her room. She kept a room at both the Haninozuka and Morinozuka residences. It depended on where the cousins needed her. She dressed in a handstitched furisode that was a gift from Chika and Satoshi. As she was about to wrap her obi around her waist she heard a knock on her door. She went to open the door. "Otosan, come in, come in."

"Kanako-san, our daughter is going to be an attorney-at-law. Just like her mother. It looks like my cute daughter could use some help in putting on her furisode." Ranka made quick work of dressing his daughter.

"At first I did not agree with the plot the cousins came up with. But I see that it gave you time. While it took your mother eight years to finish university and law school. You took only six."

"Amazing what you can do when you have a broken heart."

"I know. I raised a beautiful daughter, who has taken care of me, and will continue to take care of me in my old age." Ranka was fingering one of the sleeves of the furidose.

Observant as usual Haruhi looked to her father... "I think that when I become a partner at a law firm, I will buy you one."

The celebration after the graduation ceremony lasted into the night. Haruhi left the party early.

The remains of previous days events were washed out of Haruhi's hair. She headed downstairs to make onigiri and different sides for the bento she was preparing for Hunny and Mori. Her schdule today included working as a model at the Hitachiin Loft. On Saturdays it was possible to recieve a private viewing of their collection and next season's line. Instead of having clothes displayed on hangers and mannequins, the Hitachiins had employed live models. The logic behind this practice was that the clients could see how the clothing moved on a real person.

Haruhi convinced them to hire students as living models. Although their demands were great, they were happy with the quality of students they employed. The job was conducive to a student's schedule. Today's client was not demanding. She took delight watching as each of the students walked with their own interpretation of the clothing. Haruhi detected a similar estectic in this client. he watched as the client's husband was growing irritated. But the delight of his wife calmed his quick temper.

After today's client had left with their purchases, Haruhi had time to wonder over their relationship.

"She is from a commoner background. But they make me happy each time I see them." Hitachiin Yuzuha informed Haruhi.

"His mother tried to drive them apart. But she stood up to every test that woman put to them. But with her, he is complete. They are proof that love can strike anywhere. The only time I have seen two people more suited to each other was when I saw you next to Kyoya."

"Okasan" Hikaru spoke to his mother. "Do not bore Haruhi with stories about those two. Besides it's time for her to go home."

Haruhi packed her small bag to head back to the Morinozuka mansion. She wondered if it was her night to cook. She did a mental inventroy of the pantry.

Yuzuha turned toward her son. "Hikaru, how much did that little stunt of yours cost us."

"Nothing, when Tsukushi heard that we employed commoners as live models she grabbed Tsukasa and for once bought everything in sight."

Yuzuha hugged her little devil around his head.

(same morning)

Mori was a man of silence but he had studied poetry. However he had come across an unexpected source of wisdom while listening to his radio. This morning he listened to familiar yet sad guitar strains. Slowly the words penetrated his mind