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Ch. 12 - "La Verite"

Haruhi paced back and forth in front of the Otoori building as she tried to decide what the best thing to do would be. She finally decided that telling Kyoya the truth about all of her feelings would be the right thing, and so with a determined mind she headed into the building, but she found that she just couldn't face Kyoya. Haruhi slowly made her way to the payphone inside the lobby and called Kyoya's office phone.

Kyoya paced back and forth in his office as he waited for Haruhi, suddenly his office phone rang. He picked it up to hear Haruhi on the other line. "Haruhi, your late; is something wrong?," he questioned. "I know I'm late. I'm sorry I just got busy," she lied, "I tried and I tried, but I just can't make it."

"Where are you?' he calmly asked.

"I'm in a building in downtown Tokyo," she replied.

"What building?"

"What difference does it make it which building it is!?"

"Please, Haruhi."

"All right, it's the Otoori building; but I'm not coming up."

"All right Haruhi, why don't you tell me what's wrong, slowly and carefully. You talk and I'll just listen," Kyoya said as he laid the phone on the desk next to the plane tickets that he had got earlier that day. Kyoya then silently made his way to the lobby.

Haruhi finished telling Kyoya all that she felt when suddenly the door to the payphone she was in was jerked open and Kyoya was standing there. "I'm sorry miss, I'm afraid your ten minutes are up," he said with a mischievous smirk. "That's funny, I was talking to myself," she said dryly as she hung up the phone.

"And you wasted some good money too," he said as he lead her up to his office.

Once they were in his office, Kyoya calmly told Haruhi, "Now why don't you tell me what's troubling you?"

"It's me that troubling me," she began, "I've been in love with Tamaki all my life and I've only really known you for just a few days really. I can't help but hope that you secretly want me to come to America with you and I think that I want to come with you."

Kyoya simply smiled sadly as Haruhi's eyes were drawn to the plane tickets on his desk. "That's not what you think, Haruhi," he said as he saw the hope in her eyes.

"So you don't want me to go to America with you? Then why is there plane tickets in our names?," she demanded.

"I wasn't going to take you; I was going to send you," he honestly told her.

"All alone?," she asked quietly, realizing what Kyoya had done.

"All alone."

"I guess in your seat I would find a small gift and a note?," she asked dryly.

"And a little bit more," Kyoya replied as he got out a stack of papers form a drawer in his desk, "A letter of credit, a car for you for when you get to America, an apartment near Harvard, and some shares for your father."

"To think, you wasted all that time and money on a chauffeur's daughter."

"I'm ashamed to admit that I enjoyed every minute of being with you," he honestly replied.

"Why then? Why did you do it?"

"The plastics deal," Kyoya explained, "you got in the way."

"Tamaki?," Haruhi questioned.

"I'm afraid so."

"I see," Haruhi said in resignation, "I think I'll take that ticket then."

Kyoya handed Haruhi her plane ticket and watched her start to leave him forever when she suddenly stopped and said over her shoulder, "I think you could have been truly happy in America, I was. Goodbye, Mr. Otoori." And then Kyoya watched her walk right out of his life.

-The Next Day-

Kyoya had spent a sleepless night in his office and was currently making plans to fix his mistake. "Miss Renge," he greeted as she hurriedly walked into his office, "I need you to get the board of directors for the plastics deal in here this morning, including Eclair. Next, get a large bottle of smelling salts. Next, get Tamaki in here ASAP, I've tried everywhere but couldn't find him. Next, see that Tamaki's passport is in order and transfer that plane ticket from my name to his. Next, I need some strong coffee," he dictated to his flustered secretary and then watched as she sped off to do his orders when Tamaki calmly walked into his office.

"Where have you been?," Kyoya demanded, "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"And I've been looking for you," Tamaki relied with a fake smile.

"Make sure you're packed," Kyoya replied, ignoring Tamaki, " You're going to America with Haruhi."

"Is that so? She came to see me last night and kissed me."

"So?," Kyoya said, trying to sound disinterested and that he wasn't jealous of his best friend.

"I may not be smart like you, Kyoya; but I do know something about kisses."

"Yes, I bet you could lecture on it at college," Kyoya replied dryly.

"This one tasted like goodbye."

"Must be your imagination."

"No, there were a few tears in it," Tamaki said as he watched Kyoya adjust his glasses, "Then I started thinking and you know what I came up with?"

"What?"

Tamaki suddenly punched Kyoya in the jaw, sending him stumbling back into his chair.

"Sorry to do that to an old friend," Tamaki said.

"It's alright," Kyoya laughed as he held his jaw, "Just make sure you get to the plane on time."

"Don't worry, I'll be there on time," Tamaki said with a smile as he turned around and started walking out he called over his shoulder, "To think; Kyoya Otoori, "The Shadow King," the man that doesn't scorch, doesn't melt, and doesn't burn, suddenly throws a huge business deal out the window. Are you sure you don't want to go with her?"

"Why would I want that?," Kyoya asked.

"Because you love her."

Kyoya just smirked and closed the door in Tamaki's face.

AN 2: The chapter title is translated to be "The Truth".