Hey all! I decided I couldn't hold this chapter back anymore! I finished writing it, and I thought...maybe I could spare a few minutes to post the darn thing...

So here ya go!

Enjoy! :)

Previously...

Yoshio wanted to smack his son for being such an idiot. He had seen the way it still hurt Haruhi to breathe deeply and move in certain positions; why couldn't his son see it too?

"Think over what you just said to the beautiful young lady who stole your heart." Yoshio told his son as he rose from his chair. "Here's your phone in case you decide that she's not too much of an idiot to be your girlfriend. Don't say I never did anything for you." Yoshio swept out of the room with a smirk playing on his face. Kyoya would make the right decision, he knew it.

And now...

Kyoya

Kyoya sat on his bed, turning the cell phone over in his hands. He still could not believe what he had said to Haruhi. Her face flashed in his mind, the tears glistening on her cheeks. She was right; he didn't know what it was like.

When she had been in her coma, he had been by her side all the time. Kyoya hadn't known whether the next day would bring death or awakening for his one and only…but at least she had been tangibly there.

When Kyoya had been kidnapped, Haruhi had to go every day without knowing if she would ever see him again. He had not been physically present. Not to mention, he knew that Haruhi had been receiving recordings of his torture sessions.

Sighing heavily, Kyoya dialed Haruhi's number.

"Moshi moshi!"

"H-Haruhi…I…"

"Just kidding! Sorry, Haruhi can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message!" The cheery voice chirped.

"Dammit!" Kyoya grumbled as he hung up.

Haruhi, it's me. Please answer me…I'm sorry. You were right. –Kyoya

Kyoya sent the text and waited.

And waited.

And waited…

Ten minutes later, she still had not responded. She must have been so pissed off at him. Kyoya knew she had a good reason to feel the way she did. But an Ootori never apologized, as a rule. So when an Ootori was not only apologizing but also begging and groveling…Haruhi should know better than to ignore it.

He called her once more and waited until her voicemail beeped to record his message.

"Hey, Haruhi…I know that I was an idiot. I'm so incredibly sorry…You were completely right…I understand if you hate me for being so callous and insensitive towards you. My father explained everything to me. Kami, Haruhi…I'm so sorry! I love you so much…please call me back…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I just wanted you to know that-"

The voicemail beeped at him again, signaling that his message had stopped recording.

Please answer me, Haruhi…I'm getting worried. –Kyoya

Kyoya waited once more.

And waited…

And waited…

And waited…

Twenty minutes later, there was still no reply from Haruhi, and Kyoya was beginning to get anxious. He had apologized multiple times, and she had not responded once. What if something had happened? Kyoya would never forgive himself.

As a last-ditch effort, Kyoya called Haruhi's home phone. He was once again greeted with an answering machine politely telling him that neither Fujioka could come to the phone at the moment. Nervously, he hung up the phone and dialed Ranka's work phone.

"Moshi moshi!" Ranka's voice greeted his ears.

"Hello, Ranka-san. It's Kyoya."

"Oh, Kyoya! I'm so glad you're not drugged off your ass anymore! How are you feeling?"

"Still sore, but that's not why I called. Do you know where Haruhi is?"

"She was at the hospital, last I checked. Why?"

"I…I said some things…things I shouldn't have said…"

"And…?" Ranka was nervous as well. Kyoya could tell.

"And she ran off and won't pick up her phone, the house phone, or any of her texts." Kyoya's voice shook, and he hated how weak he sounded.

"I'll look for her as soon as my shift is up. I think I know where she is, and I think it might be for the best if we leave her to herself for a bit."

Kyoya was confused, but he trusted his girlfriend's father. "Okay…when you find her…can you please bring her here…I need to tell her some things…"

"Okay, Kyoya. But understand that if I bring her to you and you upset her again, I will remove her from the room immediately."

"Hai…thank you…"

"I'll see you soon, Kyoya."

The two men hung up, and Kyoya was left agonizing over Haruhi's whereabouts.

Haruhi

Haruhi sat in front of her mother's tombstone. Her phone had gone off several times, but she really did not want to talk to anyone right now...anyone but her mother.

"Hey, mom...we found Kyoya. He wasn't in that great of shape...I was so relieved when he called me. I couldn't eat or sleep while he was gone...does that make me a bad person, Mom? To care about someone so much that their disappearance worries you to that extent? Am I a hopeless girl? Am I...am I an...idiot?"

The wind ruffled her hair as though telling her not to be silly. Haruhi chuckled a bit, letting a few tears fall.

"I know...I know I'm being stupid...but he was so upset when he found out...I didn't know what to do. I shouldn't have to defend myself to him, Mom. Should I? Should I have stayed and made sure he understood my point? Did I make a huge mistake...?"

The sky was getting dark as huge clouds rolled overhead.

"M-Mom…?" Haruhi stuttered. "Wh-What's going on…?"

As if to answer her, a huge clap of thunder sounded in the distance. Haruhi was paralyzed with fear. She needed someone…she needed help…she needed…Kyoya.

Haruhi grabbed her phone and dialed his number.

"Haruhi! Thank Kami! I thought something awful had happened to you!"

"K-Kyoya…" Haruhi stuttered quietly.

"I mean, what were you thinking?" He rambled on. Tamaki was rubbing off on him; that was for sure. "What am I saying? I'm sorry, Haruhi. I didn't mean to say those awful things to you…you know I love you, and I don't think you're an idiot at all. I was just surprised, and I didn't know how to handle myself."

"Kyoya…" Haruhi said a bit louder.

"I shouldn't have taken my anger and frustration out on you, and I want you to know how truly sorry I am about the whole thing. You've changed me for the better, Haruhi, and I can't thank you enough for that. I-"

He was cut off when a loud bang followed by a loud shriek filled his ears.

"Haruhi…are you alright? What's going on?!" Kyoya was panicking. Haruhi supposed he had every right to, seeing as she had not answered his attempts at contacting her for the past two hours.

It seemed as though he suddenly understood. "There's a storm brewing, right? I'll send a driver. Where are you?"

"I…I…"

Another loud bang silenced the girl, and she dropped her phone.

Kyoya

"Haruhi? Haruhi!" Kyoya was desperately trying to get her to talk to him, but it seemed as though she had dropped her phone.

"Sir! You're going to need to calm down! You could aggravate your injuries that way! No stress, and no stretching the tissue!" A portly nurse scolded, taking his cell phone from him.

"But...my girlfriend is out there in the storm! She's terrified of thunderstorms!" Kyoya shot at her, reaching to get the phone back.

"Well, isn't that just too bad." The nurse answered as she left the room, still holding his phone hostage.

"No!" Kyoya shouted in frustration. He decided to try a last ditch attempt at getting a hold of Haruhi.

He reached over the side of his bed and pushed the call button.

A different, younger (and decidedly skinnier) nurse poked her head into the room.

"Did you need something, doll?" She asked kindly.

"I need a phone. As soon as possible." Kyoya was barely able to contain his rage, and he made a mental note to have the portly nurse... Akuhei, was it...fired.

Within a minute, the young nurse was back at his side with a portable phone.

Kyoya quickly called Ranka's work once again.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered.

"Is Ranka there?" Kyoya asked hesitantly. What if he had already left and didn't know about the storm? What if Haruhi left her location to find some better shelter?

"Hello?" A brighter voice answered.

"Thank Kami...Ranka, there's a storm going on on this side of town, and Haruhi's out in it. She's no longer talking on her phone, so I think she dropped it. Do you know where she could be?"

"I can go get her, but my shift doesn't end for another hour." Ranka sounded guilty.

"Don't worry about it. Where is she?" Kyoya was in a rush.

"You're going to send a driver, right?" Ranka clarified.

"Of course."

"She's at the cemetery. That's her go-to spot when she's upset." Ranka revealed.

"Thank you." Kyoya mumbled quickly.

"Make sure she stays with you, Kyoya." But the words fell on deaf ears, as Kyoya had already hung up. He had a plan. Most people were not going to like it, but he knew what needed to be done.

Haruhi didn't calm down for just anyone.

Kyoya gingerly picked himself up and slid on the jacket that Haruhi had left in her haste. Skillfully, he disconnected himself from the wires and unplugged the machines, so that no one would know he had left. His wounds were screaming in protest, but Kyoya felt that this was a job only he could do. Once everything was settled, Kyoya called his driver and asked him to wait outside the back entrance to the hospital.

Kyoya carefully slunk out of his room, the thin hospital pants doing nothing for warmth. As he hid behind a corner to avoid both the camera and the nurses traveling in the hallway, he had a moment to think. What on Earth was he doing? Here he was, the heir to a prestigious company, and he was hiding in the hallway wearing a two-sizes-too-small female jacket over pants that barely kept his butt cheeks covered. All for the woman he loved. Then again, he wouldn't have to do this if he hadn't been a jerk to said woman.

He peeked around the corner and saw that it was clear. Breaking into a strange limp-walk-jog that would make the Ministry of Silly Walks jealous, he made his way to the waiting limo.

"Sakura Cemetery, and make it quick!" He yelled to his driver as he got situated.

Five minutes later, Kyoya was standing in front of the gates to the Cemetery. On a hill overlooking the grounds sat a gazebo, and Kyoya was willing to bet that he would find Haruhi there. He began a painful trek to find her, hoping to every god he could think of that he was right.

By the time he reached the top of the hill, he was gasping, out of breath, soaked to the bone, and in massive pain.

"H-Haru-Haruhi!" He called with much difficulty.

A flash of lightning illuminated the gazebo, and he saw a small form crumpled under one of the far benches.

"K-Kyoya!" Haruhi seemed extremely surprised and slightly horrified.

Seeing her in one piece and healthy, albeit drenched to the bone and sobbing, Kyoya managed a small smile before collapsing to the floor of the gazebo.

Ohhhh boy...how much trouble is he going to be in when he gets back to the hospital? Is he even going to make it back to the hospital?

Nooooobody knoooooows!

(Just kidding...I know...)

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