Well...here you go. Dislclaimer: I do not own this series, it doesn not belong to me or anyone I know.
Once again, I hope you enjoy this chapter... what's going to happen? I don't know, you tell me...

~Kyouya's POV~

Honestly why did I let this... girl back into my life? It's been almost two years since the last time I saw her, and she dares to grow more beautiful than before?

Even though we were friends for a year and a half, that time was the only time I've ever felt happy about life. And she has no freaking idea what she's done to me-

No, definetly not, she didn't realize the first time we met...

~Three years Ago~

"Kyouya! Wake up little brother!" Fuyumi's voice could be heard four miles away, but I wanted to ignore it so badly.

I rolled to my side, and tried falling back asleep with little avail. Without warning, the curtains were pulled, revealing the brightest sun God decided to make that day. Which did not make me happy, not one bit.

"Argh! Fuyumi, close the blinds! I'm blind enough as it is." I shouted, sitting up and rubbing the sand out from my eyes.

"Oh, Kyouya, good morning." Fuyumi, my eldest sister, giggled to me, a warm smile across her face.

"Fuyumi... why are you in my room? So early in the morning?" I managed to yawn out, as she stood up to brush her clothes back in place.

"Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

"Sunday?"

"Very funny." She sighed at me, rolling her big eyes at me with annoyance.

"Honestly, I have no idea what you are talking about. No one but you tell me anything in this house." My voice laughed bitterly, as Fuyumi's eyes softened at my words.

"Sorry Kyouya. Anyway... Today, we're having guests over for afternoon tea."

"Buisness friends?"

"Actually, the man, Emile Jacque is a very close friend of father's... from school I think? Or was it abroad?" Fuyumi started mumbling, her mouth closing in on starting a tangent.

"Oh joy... another French man..." I heard myself grumble just as Fuyumi's attention returned to me.

Her lips came together in a straight line, and she glared at me. Trying to ignore it, I rolled over to my side, but she sighed loudly so I couldn't ignore her for the time being. Knowing she would yell, I sat back up, so she could begin her lecture on: Manners.

"Oh Kyouya... don't be like that. I heard that he's a real nice guy, with a loving wife and very sweet daughter."

"A french man that got around."

"Kyouya!" Fuyumi scolded me, thumping her hand against my forehead without warning.

"Sorry." I mumbled as the pain slowly started subsiding from her hit.

A heavy sigh passed her lips, and silently she sat right next to me. I finally realized she was wearing her fancy clothes, the only kind that meant she was really excited about this.

"Why are you so excited?"

"I'm excited because I get to meet Emile Rouji! Father has some of his music, and it's wonderful!"

"A french singer?"

"Yes! So look extra nice please?" Fuyumi pratically begged, clasping my hand in her palms like when we were small children.

"Sure, anything for you sister." I tried laughing out, but barley managed a believable smile to her.

Thankfully, she took it and smiled a pleased grin at me. Without another word, she stood up and left me to get changed.

Oh what to do, what to do...

"Kyouya! Fuyumi! Our guests are arriving at any moment. Get ready." Father's voice called out to the two of us, just as we were checking ourselves one last time.

"You ready?" Fuyumi questioned me, probably thinking that I was still angry about earlier.

"Yes, I'm awake and ready for this."

Her eyes quietly watched me, and I thought she was going to cry. But suddenly, she pulled me into a small hug, the kind of warm hug that made you want more even though you knew you couldn't.

"Fuyumi! Kyouya!"

Cringing, she let me go, and walked ahead of me without a second glance. Stunned, I couldn't move my feet, until I heard the door creaking open a few minutes later.

"It's so nice to see you again Emile! How've you been?" My father greeted the people just as I arrived a moment too soon.

"It's been good my old friend, you haven't changed a bit." A deep, almost rustic voice laughed causally towards my father, grinning like a clown.

My eyes rolled as I observed the character in front of me. He was tall, blonde with shocking blue green eyes, and had a childish grin. I wondered if all French men were like that, thinking about Tamaki, as his eyes met mine.

"And this must be... Kyouya correct?"

"Yes sir, Kyouya Ootori at your service." I said, bowing slightly as he took a step foreward to greet me.

"Nice ta meet you. I've heard you're a strapping young man, and it's true." He laughed a little too loudly, expecting me to laugh along.

"Why thank you sir, that've very kind of you to say." I laughed softly with him, earning a stern glare from him a minute later.

"A bit too stiff are we?" He whispered loud enough so I was the only one to hear, making me have a double-take against this strange man.

How did he see right through me?

After he flattered my sister for a good while, he turned his back to us, and held out his hand. A woman, who I hadn't noticed was there, took it, and walked right next to him. She was a stunning young lady, with a air of rustic live style floating all over her. From her expression, she was uncomfortable with everything, but wanted to be there for her husband. Her skin was dark, and her eyes matched her perfectly, right down to her language.

"It's very nice to meet you." She quietly said, her accent strong, but not too overpowering with herself.

"The pleasure is mine." My father said, politely bowing to her without looking into her eyes.

"Her name is Himeko Rouji, and this is my only daughter." Emile started saying, gently pulling a younger body towards the spotlight.

I couldn't help myself from gasping silently at the girl in front of me. She was younger, probably a year or so, but she was very well built. Her skin tone was dark, with a light touch to it. Emile's blonde hair was highlighted into her mother's dark brown hair perfectly, almost like she dyed it.

And her eyes, were so breath-takingly beautiful... with the dark shade of green, it looked like she had emeralds for eyes.

"My name is Chiya Jacque-Rouji. It's very nice to meet you, Ootori-San." She said softly, bowing towards my father with a small smile.

"The pleasure is mine, Chiya." My father, with his wicked tounge, managed to say with a tiny hint of a smile.

A obnoxious groan passed my lips as she looked up to me with her big eyes. We stared at each other, until she stuck her tounge at me without any of the grown-ups knowing.

I took a step back, shocked that she would do such a thing to me. Of all people, why would she do that to me I thought. I turned to Fuyumi, but she was covering a grin underneath her hand to supress from laughing. My eyes unconsiously turned back to her, who looked back at me again. This time, she looked like she wanted to cry without reason. Well, obviously there was a reason, but it was something I would learn of until later.

For an instance, she looked like a defensless child: hurt, lost, and confused. Then she turned back into the brat she was trying to be, and stepped back to be with her mother.

"Well now...shall we have a cup of tea?" My father said out loud, breaking the unconsious silence between all of us.

"Yes, that would be lovely. Come on ladies, the room is this way I suppose." Emile laughed nervously, gesturing with his hands that they should move on.

"Of course. Let's go Chi." Himeko-San said gladly, gently pushing Chiya-San along with her.

With a silent nod, Chiya walked along side with her parents, glancing back towards me for some reason. I stayed behind, and waited a moment, until Fuyumi came to take me to them.

"What did you do to her?" She asked me, still giggling about what happened a moment ago.

"I did nothing. I just groaned when father spoke."

"Then she must've thought you were judging her. Be more careful Kyouya."

"I'll try." I sighed angrily, walking ahead of her so we wouldn't seem suspicious of talking behind father's back.

My body froze just as I reached the doorway a few feet away. I watched everyone mingle together except Chiya-San, who was sitting comfortably by herself. My insincts told me to sit by her, but my father's glare said otherwise.

What to do, what to do...

"My, Chiya has been gone for quite some time hasn't she?" My sister said out of the blue, interrupting a conversation between Himeko-San and herself.

She stared blankly as Fuyumi as Emile looked over his shoulder. A pained look in his eyes showed something that I couldn't understand at the time.

"I'm sure she's fine. But maybe she got lost on her way to the bathroom." I heard father comment, but I was too focused on Emile at the moment.

He looked sad, as if he lost her forever despite the house being smaller than the world. I thought he was going to start screaming for her if Fuyumi had't said,

"Well, Kyouya can go look for her."

I shot her a death glare, just as Emile looked towards my father and Himeko-San. Puppy-eyes stared towards me, and I could've sworn a swishing tail hide behind his back.

"I don't want to bother little Kyouya-San, I can go-"

"And risk losing you in the house? I don't think that would be smart." Himeko laughed quietly, with Fuyumi right behind her in a heartbeat.

A grin grew on my face, as my father continued to scowl uncomfortably at her words. Emile feigned hurt feelings, but even he had to laugh at his wife's words of laughter.

"Yes well... Kyouya, please make sure Chiya is okay... Would you?"

"Of course, I'll be right back." I said softly, towards Emile, who nodded a thank-you towards me as I walked through the door.

"Damn... where the hell is she? How hard is it to get lost in a house?" My thoughts asked myself as I reached the main bathroom.

To my surprise, she wasn't there, so I was forced to search high and low for her. As I reached the stairs leading to my bedroom, I started hearing the faintest sounds coming from Tamkai's unofficial piano room.

At the time that I arrived next to the door, the sounds became lighter and more louder than before. A soft, almost coo-like sound started emitting from behind the door, and I was unable to stop myself from opening it. There was Chiya, sitting on the piano's bench, singing delicatly to herself without a care in the world. The warmest smile since this afternoon was on her face, and slowly, small tears started rolling down her face.

She neither tried stopping them nor wipped them from her face. Without warning, she threw her hands against the keyboard, and whispered,

"I don't belong here."

"I can see that." I couldn't stop myself from answering, and sure enough, a second later, she twirled around on the bench, and cried a small shriek.

"Holy crap, what the heck are you doing here?" She questioned me, as her hands quickly tried erasing evidence of tears on her face.

"I could ask you the same thing. How'd you find this room? It's quite far from the living room."

She looked down, and twidiled her fingers around as she thought her answer. Shyly, she looked up, and grinned like a small child.

"I was... curious."

"Curiousity killed the cat." I noted sarcastically to her, who looked away, hurt written all over her face.

"Well excuse me for being curious, and very different since we're on the same page."

"You're excused. Now scoot over so I can sit down."

She hesitated, confused about my command, but followed through anyway. Smiling to myself, I sat right next to her, and let out a huge sigh that was trapped in my chest since this morning. My body unconsiously leaned against the keyboard, and that's when I finally looked down towards her. She wasn't looking at me, she was playing with a gold locket around her neck. A heavy sigh passed her lips as she too leaned against the keyboard next to me. Our hands brushed up against one another, but she seemed totally out of it.

"I'm sorry for acting rude towards you earlier. " I heard her whisper as we sat silently in the piano room.

"No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have groaned like that. I wasn't aiming it at you, it was for my father's behavior."

"You really don't like your dad do you?" Chiya questioned me, her eyes staring back at me as if she was trying to read me like a book.

"I do. But sometimes... I think it's hard being the third child, you know?"

"I wish, I don't have any siblings." Chiya laughed bitterly, sitting up to smooth out her dress and brush her face.

I turned away for a moment, cursing mentally at myself. Why did I ask her that, of course she wouldn't have siblings, well, maybe... but I would've thought she'd be the oldest or something.

"But I had friends that were like brothers to me." Chiya laughed childishly after touching her locket.

In a faded move, I looked back to her as silent tears started rolling down her face again. She didn't even bother wipping them off again as she continued her story.

"They were older than me by a few months, and they were twins. So techinically, I was the third child amongst us."

Unconciously, I chuckled softly, earning a small whimper of glee out from her. She wipped one eye, and whispered,

"I'm sorry Ootori-San... I'm still a little sad, even though it's already been a few years... and it wasn't his fault that I'm..."

"I'm?"

"I'm... a mutt."

I flinched at her words, and her expression of pain on her face. She didn't dare look into my eyes, for if she had, she probably would have started bawling.

"Who called you that?" I asked her, grabbing her face so she would actually answer me.

Stunned, she stiffened in my palms, but slowly relaxed and smiled. Her small hand gently pulled mine away, but she couldn't loosen her grip from it.

"My grandmother. My father's mother."

Ah, it's one of those situations. Just like Tamkai, who is not allowed to see his mother, she's not allowed to see her friends.

"They were so good to me, and my parents. But my grandmother, is taking my father away, and forced my mother and me to live a diffrent life-style. One not suited for most rich-born people."

"What about your friends?"

"Under her influence, we were seperated. I'm not sure if its forever, or just until I'm grownup... but for now, I have to be by myself until the day I find them again."

Her hands shook as she finished her sad tale. It's not as bad as Tamaki's, but she still looks terrible from the event years ago.

"Wow, I'm so sorry for telling all this sad stuff to you." She laughed, pushing her hair out of her face to look up at me.

"It's okay, it's better than being out there." I joked with her, making her laugh again, this time, for real.

"True, I don't know how my father can do it." She grinned, and twirled around the face the keyboard.

"I am only doing this because you listened to me." Her voice whispered, as if we were being watched at the time.

I nodded, and waited as she prepped herself slowly. Finally, she relaxed, and balrey touched the keyboard, making a faint plink. Then, almost instantly, she began playing a song, one that was lovely yet there was a pained tone to it. Slowly, she started singing, at first, in a soft unaudible tone. But then, as the chorus came, it was more higher, yet it still had that soft silkiness to it. I watched in amazement as she started the chorus for the last time,

"Dance me into the night,
Underneath the moon shining so bright!
Let the dark waltz begin,
Oh let me wheel - let me spin.

Let it take me again!
Turning me into the light..!"

The last note sent chills down my spine, and a tear as well. She played the last few notes, and looked up to me as it fell. A shocked looked crossed her face, and she quickly wipped it away for me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's just... that was amazing."

A bright blush grew on her face, as she turned away from my gaze. A small grin appeared as tears started falling down her face as well.

"Ah, I'm... so happy?" She questioned herself, hiding her face from me for too long.

I pulled her hands away, and forced her to look up at me with tear-rimmed eyes. Her lips were moving, but her voice couldn't come out at the moment. Surprisingly, mine couldn't as well.

"O-Ootori-Kun?"

I was in no control of my actions at the moment, it was like someone came and did everything for me. Her glasses were pushed up, and I gently kissed her without warning. We stayed together, lips interlocked for a few minutes in sheer silence. I pulled away, and saw she was in pure shock, drool over her lips and all.

"...Chi..ya?"

When she heard her name, the spell was lifted off, and she fell off the bench. My eyes followed her, until she glared up at me from the floor. As her finger pointed at me, she gasped,

"What the hell?"

There was a minute of silence, until my laughter broke through it. Tears rolled down my face, as she sat up more comfortably and continued to glare at me.

"Wow, that's the last time I do that for anyone."

"And that's the last time I look for someone in my own house."

She giggled, and pushed back her hair so I could see her eyes again. I could tell she was alot more comfortable than before, and she seemed happy with herself. Streatching out my hand, I polietly motioned her to take it. Hesitantly, she grasped my hand, and allowed me to lift her off the floor.

"Ready to go back?" I asked her, earning a deep sigh in return.

"No, but we should anyway."

Hand-in-hand we walked back together until we came into view of our parents. Then slowly, she let go of me, as if she didn't want to lose the warmth of my hands. She walked ahead first, followed by me a minute later.

Our parents barley glanced up, but Emile winked towards me so that probably meant thank you.

Without realizing it, she had scooted closer to me, and catiously asked,

"So... what's Ouran like?"

Seeing that she was trying to make things less tense, I answered her back as best as I could. That little question led to a long discussion between the two of us, in our own little world. She seemed really into it, and for once, so was I.

Time flew past us, and soon my father announced it was their parting time. Like any gentleman, I led her outside while our fathers had one last talk between them.

"I had a nice time. Maybe I can come again?" Chiya asked me, a rosey pink color growing on her cheeks.

"Of course, anytime...Chi."

A gleeful grin appeared on her face just as he father appeared behind her. He silenlty motioned for her to move, so, with one last wave, she walked away. I couldn't help staying in my spot, my eyes never letting her go from my sight.

It was as if... by the time she got to her car, she would have been taken away right in front of me. Weird right?

"Kyouya! Come back Kyouya!" Fuyumi called to me, her tiny figure waving to me from the distance.

Sighing happily, (for once), I walked back towards the house. Sometimes I wonder to myself, what if I never went back? I mean, when they called me, what if I hadn't gone through that way?

Would things be a lot diffrent now?

"There you are Kyouya. Did you have a nice time?" My father asked me, which shocked me since I thought he never cared for my opinion on anything.

"It was really nice, I enjoyed my time with Chiya." I answered honestly, making Fuyumi shift awkwardly on her left foot.

"That's good to hear, I was just wondering what your feelings were towards little Chiya."

"Why is that father?"

"Well because, I don't want you to marry someone you're uncomfortable wi-"

"Please wait... marry?" I gasped, pushing my glasses up to make sure my father wasn't laughing or something.

"Yes, marry. Chiya Rouji will be your wife in the furture. We discussed this while you were looking for her earlier."

"Why wasn't I informed? And does Chi know?"

"I'm sure she knows, and it wasn't her father's wish. It was her grandmother's, who we don't want on out bad side." My father said nonchalantly, as if it was an everyday matter.

"O-of course."

"Now, I'm off to bed. Goodnight Fuyumi, Kyouya." And with that, my father left, leaving me and Fuyumi alone in the hallway.

"Kyouya..." She started saying, walking to my side as she reached out for me.

I couldn't take it, I just couldn't. As softly as possible, I slapped her hand away, and walkd briskly to my bedroom. There, I did something I hadn't done in a long time:

Cry.

I didn't understand why I cried that evening, maybe because all the things my father had done to me was hard to handle now that that was in motion.

Or maybe... it was sympathy tears.

Who knows, all I can remember was that the crying episode lasted until I fell asleep, still in my clothes and all. When I woke up the next day, my eyes stung and I felt groggy and sore. My body laid there motionless until Tamaki bursted into my room, and shouted

"Wakey wakey Kyouya! We have to get everything ready for school!"

I sat up, and glared up at him until he stopped jumping high and low around my room. He seemed puzzled, but words failed to form in my brain. Like any good friend, he saw I didn't want to talk about it, so he stayed quiet until I got dressed.

"Kyouya... you feeling okay?"

"Never better."

"Huh?"

"I have something to gain."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out... soon."

And that was the last time I spoke of it. Until now, that is.

~Present Time~

"Kyouya! Get Tamaki off of me!" Chi laughed loudly, as Tamaki started twirling her around and around in a tight bear-like hug.

Everyone was trying to remove him, while I stayed off in the corner, thinking about the past for a minute.

"Kyouya!" She screamed again, her serious scowl on her face as no one could save her.

I smirked towards her and started writing in my notebook again. Looks like I have a busy schedual from now on.

Shouldn't be that hard to follow.