So why did I end up falling for you?
We can't go back to that time, or how we were (I've thought it through)
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A Host Club New Year was something that Tomoyo wanted to see.
There were tales of decadence, revelry and crazy antics whenever it came up in conversations. Everyone had something to share. It was so exclusive and so cool that to be invited to one of them was the pinnacle of social success.
As an outsider, it piqued her interest when she got the invitation. She called Renge to find out more. Of course, the matchmaker would know. She was always invited. The brown-haired woman had patiently explained that the Hosts still threw a party annually but it was strictly limited to their closest friends.
Tomoyo wished that she knew more about the mysterious traditions that dictated the Host Club. It was glaringly obvious to her well-to-do peers that she was an outsider simply because she attended the local high school in her area. She didn't attend Ouran High School so she wasn't in the norms and traditions. It was not lost on her that some of her most jealous detractors often used that against her. But Tomoyo shrugged and didn't care.
They're what they were: jealous. They could whine and gripe all they want but she was sitting at the top of the social ladder. She was invited because she was Kyouya's fiancée. (Even without her illustrious future husband, she would occupy it without question.) She was a queen and they knew it.
She replaced the elegant invitation into the envelope. The office was unusually quiet. Her violet-blue eyes landed on the calendar sitting on top of her desk. She sighed sadly without even realizing it. Kyouya hadn't spoken to her since the Christmas party in the Kinomoto house.
Tomoyo looked at her daily diary with troubled eyes. It bothered her. She wasn't used to not having him around.
They've been so close for the past year and a half that they've never gone so long without talking to each other. He always had a call, a message or an email for her. He took her out, wooed her and gave her his greatest gift which was his time. She was shaken to realize that she'd taken him for granted.
Her behavior in Sakura's party was unforgivably careless. Kyouya must have misinterpreted her dismissal of his reassurance. He must have realized that she still had feelings for Eriol.
There were plenty of reasons for his silence. She sighed. After he dropped her off that night, he didn't give her a call. He didn't email her the next morning. It was understandable but why did it hurt?
Tomoyo was ashamed to admit but she procrastinated on calling him. Her work on the office made her so incredibly busy that she was grateful for the excuse. She didn't know what to say. (Or she knew but she didn't know how to say them.) When the invitation arrived, she was quite surprised.
Kyouya had included a short handwritten note that apologized for his absence lately. He also asked her to call him to confirm for the party. It was obvious that he was very busy organizing everything but he was being unusually quiet about it. She heaved a sigh of relief.
Now, she was back into thinking about the party. It made her curious. She'd seen enough Host Club parties but she couldn't imagine what they'd cooked up for this one. It also made her wonder if she was going to be suitably dressed for it because it was vague when it came to attire.
The brunette heiress had enough cause to be worried. Ever since the announcement of her engagement, she was constantly featured in fashion magazines, newspapers and internet blogs for ardent discussions about her outfits, hairstyles and jewels like the recently married British Princess. Everyone was obsessed about her. It was flattering to be the center of attention at first but she quickly got tired of it when her critics began printing unsavory statements about her.
The press was great at first for the Daidouji Group but it took a great toll on their business too. Her mother had called her once to remind her that she was the face of her empire and everything rested on her dainty shoulders. So she should be wonderful in grace, comportment and attitude.
She had long-ago accepted that success came with a great price, like personal freedom. Successful people made sacrifices for their businesses. Now that her star was in the ascendant, she was getting more attention. She got used to getting photographed and followed by paparazzi like a celebrity although Kyouya offered to get bodyguards. She politely declined.
Tomoyo was not a celebrity. And she had her own elite bodyguards that guarded her from the very start.
For the Host Club's New Year's Eve party that night, she hired a well-known stylist especially for the occasion. The heiress knew that she couldn't afford another 'Miss' in the style section of the newspaper. She was still human and a woman at that so she couldn't help but feel the criticism sink into her delicate skin. If she could avoid it then by God, she will.
It must have worked because everyone gasped as soon as she stepped out of the car.
Tomoyo Daidouji wore a strapless black evening gown that showed off her slender arms and swan-like neck. The dress was from the Hitachiin's latest collection. It had a sweetheart neckline that cupped surprisingly full breasts, a defined waistline and a skirt that skimmed the ground. The fabric glittered like the starry night sky and it clung to her slender form like second skin. In her black stiletto heels, she was a goddess.
She wore her lustrous black hair in a simple up-do with bangs carefully framing her famed beautiful amethyst-colored eyes. Her skin shone like alabaster to set off the glittering amethysts on her neck and ears. Perfect red lips complimented her carefully made-up face.
Everyone stopped to pay a quick homage to the raven-haired beauty in front of them. It was flattering. She smiled and waved to the cameras that flashed in her direction. It was the correct decision to arrive alone.
Excitement bubbled at the pit of her stomach as she rode the elevator up to the top floor. Expect the Host Club to rent the hottest, hippest location for their party. As the elevator doors opened, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small gasp.
The penthouse suite that they rented was extravagantly but tastefully decorated. She recognized an up-and-coming caterer serving the guests champagne and finger foods. There were silver, red and blue balloons that floated lazily around the room while the magnificent sound of a four-piece orchestra serenaded them. It was the perfect stylish socialite's party.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Honey was immediately at her side. He was supervising the waiters when he noticed her. Brown eyes sparkled merrily. "Thank you for coming! You look splendid!"
"Thank you," she said, smiling. It was very easy to feel comfortable around Honey. He was always open and sincere. There were no pretensions from him. "Have you seen Kyouya-san?"
Japan's next culinary superstar nodded enthusiastically. He pointed towards the balcony. "Kyou-chan is there with Hika-chan and Kao-chan. They're talking to some of their business friends."
"I thought that you stopped inviting other people." Her brow was knitted together. She glanced towards Kyouya's direction to see him smiling and talking to banker types and business tycoons. It didn't take a genius to see a crowd of sexily dressed young ladies watching them like predators.
Her stomach twisted when she saw one of the girls flirt brazenly with her fiancée. She clenched her fists slowly and then unclenched them when Kyouya brushed her off. Thank God he was ignoring the little flirt. Tomoyo's eyes also registered how handsome he looked in his black suit. He exuded a dangerous and sexy aura in his risky fashion choices. No wonder the women couldn't take their eyes off him.
Tomoyo breathed deeply. She was the only woman who should stand next to him. It was simply the truth. "That's quite surprising," she murmured to her new friend.
"There are lots of surprises!" Honey exclaimed happily. He guided her towards them with a gentle but firm grip. "We thought that it's about time for you to meet our business partners. You see, our Host Club is the reason for our success. We've managed to use our influence wisely. It's our pleasure to honor the people who made everything possible for us."
"That sounds sensible," she agreed. It was true that her success was also attributed to the efforts of dozens of people. If it wasn't for her beautiful manners and unmatched skill in public relations, she wouldn't be where she was. "I would love to meet them."
Honey lowered his voice. "Are things going well? Kyou-chan was not himself lately…"
She didn't reply because she watched how Kyouya gracefully excused himself from his colleagues to meet them as soon as he spotted her. Her heartbeats accelerated madly. She wished that her palms would stop sweating and her knees to stop trembling. They hadn't spoken that much after the Christmas party at the Kinomoto house. She was so nervous when she realized that she didn't know much about the man she was about to marry.
Tomoyo stood rooted to the spot until he was in front of her. To others, she looked cool and collected but she was a mess of tangled nerves inside. She was grateful that the hem of her gown hid her trembling knees when Kyouya ran one of his gray-eyed sweeps over her whole appearance. He nodded approvingly. A small sigh of relief escaped her.
"Come, I'll introduce you." Kyouya said quietly as he held out his arm. She took it with a smile. There were no other words needed.
As they walked, they could feel everyone's eyes on them. She trembled when she realized how much impact they made on society. They made a perfect pair.
They made their way through the crowd like a royal couple. Kyouya introduced her to his business partners; she enchanted them with her beauty and wit. They understood each other perfectly when it came to participating in conversations. She displayed her scintillating wit in repartee and exuded an aura of great sensitivity and sensibility. Her fiancée noted with quiet satisfaction the envy that his partners and rivals tried very hard to hide.
Kyouya gracefully stepped back to allow her to shine. She was a prize that was supposed to be coveted, admired and envied. Tomoyo was born into this world. She was a natural when it came to public relations so it was not a surprise when she walked away with several business proposals and possible mergers. He shouldn't have underestimated the influence of a wife's social success.
He could envision a larger and stronger Ohtori empire with her at his side. Their power and influence would be limitless. It was a perfect match in his opinion.
Observant as always, Kyouya gently steered her away from her new admirers by reminding her to get a drink. She took his cue gracefully and smiled and bowed to their business partners. As soon as they excused themselves, the Hitachiin twins approached them. They were clapping appreciatively.
"Bravo! A perfect performance," Hikaru teased. He winked at Tomoyo who was bright red. "I haven't seen Kyouya-senpai socialize a storm like that. It's only Tomoyo-san's influence, I'm sure."
"We are in the presence of money gods," Kaoru quipped with a sly smile "A toast to Hades and his bride, beautiful Persephone. She's the goddess of spring and harvest who softens the darkness of winter."
Kyouya smirked. He glanced at his fiancée who was blushing under the twin's teasing. The high of showing off to his competitors and partners hadn't worn off yet. In the festive mood of the evening, he decided that he could afford to be generous. "I didn't have to abduct her," he replied in the same vein.
"I went willingly to my lord," Tomoyo responded, looking at him with lowered eyelashes. Her violet-blue eyes glittered in the dim light. He felt his breath catch. "I cannot keep away from you, can I?"
He felt a surge of desire for her. How he missed her presence. How he longed for her voice. She was all softness and beauty under the bright lights. It had taken plenty of his will power to stay away from her. He wanted her to be sure.
"A magnificent answer," Hikaru declared. He impulsively reached for her hand and planted a quick kiss on it. His glittering hazel-green eyes rested on her face. She saw honesty in his eyes. "Have we told you that we've missed you, Tomoyo-san?"
If Tomoyo was surprised by his intimacy, she didn't show it. She smiled widely. "I don't think so. You've been very quiet lately…"
"We missed you!" Kaoru seconded as he stepped closer to her. Kyouya pinched the bridge of his nose when the red-headed twin kissed their new friend on both cheeks. Those twins were always opportunists. "Our world was very dark without your light."
"Kyouya-senpai was in a very bad mood too!" his twin said mischievously. "He was the Low-Blood Pressure Demon Lord for some time. What happened between you two? Did you guys have a fight?"
"Hikaru! Kaoru!"
The twins visibly recoiled at his stern tone. She looked surprised. They exchanged quick looks that confirmed their success. Only they could've done it. They were known for taking lots and lots of risks. If they didn't then Tomoyo wouldn't know how much she meant to the dark king.
Tomoyo watched as they hurriedly excused themselves. They were still laughing and teasing each other. Kyouya let them go without comment. She watched them walk towards the young women. They will be flirting all night, she supposed, with some amusement.
Kyouya remained silent beside her. She turned to him, marveling at his height and stature. She'd forgotten how small and delicate she felt next to him. It was one of the things that she liked in a man. But his expression was dark and forbidding.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself. He was her future husband. She had to find a way to resolve this secret conflict. They were going to be together for a long, long time. He wouldn't hold an angry grudge against her, right?
Tomoyo was scared to realize that she didn't know him at all. She decided that it was better to err on the side of safety just in case. From what she recalled in her conversations with Haruhi, Kyouya was not a man to cross when he was angry. And he was definitely not a man who would be led by the nose.
"Are you all right?" she inquired gently. "I haven't heard from you in a few days."
He didn't speak but he held out his hand. She took it without hesitation. His warmth made her nervousness melt away somewhat.
Her fiancée led her to a more secluded corner of the rooftop. The guests were scattered all across the place but Kyouya's dark expression kept them away. They were partially obscured by a trellis that was decorated by fairy lights. Revelers weren't going to go there because it was cold and windy. They looked at the stunning cityscape in front of them for a moment before they let go of each other's hands.
"I was busy," Kyouya said as if that was an adequate explanation. He didn't need to look to know that she was staring intently at him. A moment later, he murmured. "You came."
She bit her lip. He was making it harder for her to reach out to him. If only his face was not a blank mask then she would know what to say. But she had to persevere because she wanted him to know the truth. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world… I… I thought… Why didn't you call me?"
"Did you want me to call?" his voice was colder than the winter night. She froze at his next words. "I didn't get that impression from you. You didn't seem very interested to hear from me."
"I-I'm sorry," she answered, fumbling over words, hating herself for it. "I was not myself."
"You weren't yourself ever since they arrived," he observed coolly. His gray-blue eyes held her gaze tightly. She knew who "they" were. "What was Li-san thinking when she invited them to the party?"
Tomoyo smiled tightly. What did Kyouya know about her best friend and her inherent goodness? Nothing, that was it, nothing. Even she wouldn't lie down and allow him to abuse Sakura. "She was trying to be nice. Eri…" she tried again when she saw his lips twitch slightly "Hiiragizawa-san was a good of friend of hers. She wanted to make them feel welcome so she invited them. They've been away for a long time."
"If Li-san was such a good person, why didn't she think about you? Didn't she realize how awkward it was to invite two former lovers into the same party?" he asked in a rational tone. She tried not to get angry because he had the right to be upset. He was just trying to understand the situation. "Li-san didn't strike me as a cruel person at first."
That stung to the core. Nobody was allowed to say bad things about Sakura. Nobody! She was one of her favorite people in the world and her oldest best friend. It took a lot of will power not to initiate a shouting match with him. Common sense told her to shove her righteous anger into a corner because she was trying to get her fiancée back.
A deep breath escaped her. "It's quite complicated. Sakura-chan's magical powers came from Hiiragizawa-san's past life, the sorcerer, named Clow Reed. They have an unbreakable bond. Weird as it was, they sort of look after each other like they're actually family. I don't really blame them because they've been very close ever since Sakura-chan changed the Clow Cards into Sakura Cards."
Kyouya was staring at her. She smiled again. It was very hard to explain. What happened back then were still like a dream to her even after all those years. His lips twitched but his blank expression remained. "So you're saying that they're like father and daughter in this life."
She nodded. Her violet-blue eyes went sad when she looked at him. "I honestly didn't know that Sakura-chan invited them to dinner. I'm really sorry. I was really shocked too."
He didn't say anything but he laid a hand on her shoulder. She covered it with her left hand. The shadow king stared at the elegant silver band that symbolized their desire for marriage, commitment and everlasting love.
It reminded him of their first conversation after their engagement. He'd asked her if she trusted him and if she'd allow him into her life so she could forget about that damned Hiiragizawa. She said she did. Didn't she? He didn't know what to think now.
Kyouya's mind replayed the memory against his will. He found Tomoyo and Eriol whispering like lovers in the dark. Then they were arguing. He had stepped in. Her eyes were unreadable in the darkness of the kitchen but her voice spoke volumes. He'd gone out of the room when he realized that she didn't want him there. Then he'd gotten drunk and possessive and jealous…
"I know," he murmured too softly for her to hear. He was temporarily engulfed in the same feelings of fear, anger, jealousy and a lot of regret that colored his universe when he was in love with Haruhi. He lost her because he wouldn't fight for her. (No, the fight was over before it started. She wasn't going to choose him ever.) Was he going to make the same mistake?
Tomoyo lowered her eyes. Her cheeks went hot with embarrassment and shame. She didn't want Kyouya to lose his trust. Not when he gave her so much and she returned so little. So she looked up at him with beseeching eyes, willing him to understand.
"Sakura-chan is my best friend. She didn't mean for anything bad to happen," her voice quivered slightly. She'd saved her trump card for last. "I-I told Hiiragizawa-san that he has to let me go. I don't want to be friends with him… Perhaps I might find it in my heart to forgive him someday but not today."
She's such a gentle person, he thought. She cannot see her enemies, even if they were surrounding her.
"What are you doing, Tomoyo-san?" The question came out of his mouth before he could stop it. He didn't realize that he'd been aching for the truth. "What are you doing with me?"
Her heartbeat stopped. She stared at him, unnaturally still. Thoughts ran around her mind but she couldn't catch them. Kyouya stared back, waiting for an answer. She released a breath she didn't realize that she was holding. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything that could potentially ruin their fragile relationship.
"I'm falling in love with you," Tomoyo said before she could stop the words from escaping her lips.
She bit her lower lip before peeping up at him from beneath her lowered lashes. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and pride. He saw her clench her hands so tightly that her knuckled turned white.
Kyouya gazed at her coolly without betraying any emotion. He truly wanted to believe the best in her but he couldn't get over what he saw with his own eyes. He somehow sensed that her sincerity was real and he didn't doubt it. But he needed something more than sincerity to restore his faith in her and their future.
They were still staring at each other when they were approached by a merry Hikaru. He was holding three flutes of glittering champagne. The dark mood lifted slightly when Tomoyo turned to him with a faltering smile. She acknowledged him quickly with a greeting. The redhead immediately sensed that they were in the middle of a discreet disagreement so he decided to make his interruption quick and fast to avoid trouble.
"What are you two doing here alone, senpai?" Hikaru asked lightly. He gave them both a flute of champagne and lifted it in a toast. They joined him half-heartedly as he continued his idle chatter like a courtier reporting before his liege. "Anyway, our older guests and business partners have retired for the evening. My assistant confirmed that they've already left the building. It's only our dear guests and we left to celebrate tonight. By the way, Tomoyo-chan, you are ravishing. They're praising your name to the stars…"
"Thank you," she murmured. The hand that held the champagne flute shook slightly so she covered it with her other hand to steady it. She knew that Kyouya was watching so she tried to compose herself. "I am glad to hear that."
"Why are you here, Hikaru?" Kyouya asked flatly.
Hikaru swirled the sparkling liquid on his flute idly before turning to the dark king. He always pushed the limits of the envelope just a little farther. There was always a thrill when he flirted with danger. "It's two hours before midnight," he answered mildly. "Are you going to kiss?"
"Hikaru!" The shadow king barked.
The redhead sighed languidly before he turned to Kyouya with an affected bow. "I'm here because milord sent me. He has an announcement that he cannot wait to share with us. Come, they're all looking for you."
Kyouya restrained himself from pushing the flamboyant fashion designer over the railing and off the building. There were other more subtle ways to deal with his emotions like frustration. It took a lot of self-control to give him a wolfish grin that would have sent lesser men fleeing. He breathed deeply and offered his arm to his fiancée to follow the twin.
They could see that a small crowd had gathered around the golden Tamaki and his beautiful wife. It was impossible not to stare in awe at the couple. Tamaki was so handsome in his dark suit with a purple tie and Haruhi was beautiful in a flowing white goddess gown.
Tomoyo and Kyouya immediately sensed that there was something different about the lawyer. She looked shy, graceful and fragile next to the golden prince. They could read that she carried a pleasurable secret in her eyes and warm smile.
Tamaki's eyes sparkled as soon as he saw them. He immediately made his way through the crowd to go to his best friend's side. His wife followed him with a mock roll of her eyes at his exuberant show of enthusiasm. They were still holding hands.
Haruhi and Tomoyo exchanged quick smiles. Tamaki began his speech loudly. Kyouya's face was blank beside him. The other hosts leaned in keenly, burning with curiosity.
"It is my greatest pleasure to announce the happiest news of my life! My dear friends and associates, I am truly grateful to your true friendship and endless support. In our glorious celebration to welcome the New Year, I couldn't have asked for a more appropriate time when it came to sharing our marvelous news! " Tamaki declared emotionally as he wrapped a possessive arm over Haruhi's shoulders. Tears glimmered in his lovely purple eyes. His wife was blushing lightly as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Please raise your glass and raise a toast in celebration of our first child!"
Kyouya choked on his champagne. He stared at his blond best friend for a few seconds before he recovered his poker face.
A beat passed.
Applause broke out all over the room.
Tamaki and Haruhi were besieged with congratulations. Tamaki was ecstatic as he accepted all of the congratulations and hearty jokes. Haruhi was glowing. The Host Club looked really happy with the news. God knew how long they've waited for the first couple to produce an heir to the Ouran High School Host Club.
"Congratulations, milord! If it's a girl, can we adopt her?" Hikaru said seriously just to watch Tamaki erupt into outraged sputtering.
"You're going to be awesome mom, Haru-chan!" Honey declared as he hugged the smaller woman. She was grinning as she hugged him back. "It's wonderful news! We're so surprised!"
"She will be lovely," Kaoru said as he shook Tamaki's hands. "She'll be especially beautiful if she doesn't take after you."
"Congratulations," said Mori as he patted Haruhi's head. Pride shone out of his dark brown eyes. "You'll be a good mother, Haruhi."
The dark-haired lawyer blushed deeply. But she was smiling and then she was crying with happy tears. Joy was overflowing from her heart. She was so grateful that she had such loyal and loving best friends.
Tomoyo embraced the newly pregnant woman happily. Her instincts were correct. Haruhi carried such an amazing secret! She stepped back to look at the subtle changes in the lawyer. Of course, Haruhi also possessed the same inner glow that Sakura had when she was carrying her children. It enhanced the simple beauty that the young woman possessed.
"You must be so happy," she said sincerely. Blue-violet eyes twinkled mischievously. "So that's why you didn't carry a champagne flute! You're a sly one, Haruhi-san!"
They walked away from the party revelers to hear each other better. Haruhi looked back to see her husband merrily drinking with his comrades while exchanging bawdy jokes.
The women giggled as they sat down on one of the banquettes scattered around the room. She turned to Tomoyo who was watching the scene wistfully.
Haruhi followed her gaze. She traced it directly to Kyouya who was currently being teased and patted by his friends. (From his dark expression, he was near his limit but his tipsy friends didn't heed it. Tamaki was also leading the line. She stopped herself from rolling her eyes heavenwards.) Her eyebrows furrowed a little when she realized that Tomoyo looked sad and wistful and worried all at the same time.
Something was up. She could feel it.
Tomoyo turned to her friend, smiling. "When did you find out? What did Suoh-san do? Were you nervous?"
The dark-haired woman smiled back. She glanced at her golden husband before she replied. "We found out two weeks ago when the doctor's test results came out. We were so innocent! We didn't realize what was happening at first. It was started when he noticed that I was feeling sick and queasy in the mornings and evenings. I was also snapping at him all the time and I was craving homemade meals… lots of it. Tamaki nearly turned the mansion upside down just to please me.
"What's really funny was that I wasn't feeling anything weird except for the morning sickness. I was fine. When we were at dinner with his parents, they teased us that I might be pregnant because I was a little fatter and a lot more irritable. Then we went straight to the doctor!" Haruhi chuckled as she finished her story. She rearranged the throw pillows at her back to make herself more comfortable. Her brown eyes softened as she recalled the joy and enthusiasm her husband expressed in the bedroom after they got the news. Her cheeks still burned at the memory.
The heiress laughed lightly. She patted her friend's hand reassuringly. "It's always great news to have a new baby in the family. I remember my best friend when she got pregnant. Her husband couldn't stop pampering her and asking her if she was all right every other minute. He was overprotective from the start!"
"Tell me about it," agreed the lawyer. She grinned fondly. "Tamaki even told me to take a leave of absence from work until the baby is born. I told him straight that I won't do that until I have to. I'm pregnant, not invalid!"
They both laughed. It was a nice feeling to sit on a couch and share stories with a girlfriend. Haruhi was very glad to have Tomoyo around. She didn't realize that she was always lonely at parties.
That was going to change in the future when Tomoyo married Kyouya. Their husbands were best friends so they circulated the same parties. It wouldn't get boring, that was for sure.
Tomoyo accepted another flute of champagne from an attractive waiter. She was feeling light and warm now that she'd started drinking. It was unhealthy to deal with stress with drinking copious amounts of the sparkling liquid but she couldn't help it. Then she nearly choked at Haruhi's statement.
"Kyouya is not himself lately," said the lawyer carefully. "Do you have any idea why?"
The beautiful heiress shook her head, trying not to look too guilty. She didn't realize that Kyouya was taking his anger out on innocent bystanders. Oh dear, oh dear, what should I do? She thought frantically.
Haruhi wore a look of intense concentration on the other hand. She started to tick off her fingers. "He was moody, irritable and short-tempered. Tamaki told me that he was so difficult to work with after Christmas. It's very rare for him to lose his temper so I figured that you might have something to do with it."
"I'm sorry," Tomoyo murmured, sincerely contrite.
The lawyer gazed at her kindly. Her hazel eyes were full of compassion. She watched Tomoyo's beautiful eyes fill up with tears. "Oh, my dear, what happened between the both of you?"
Tomoyo started to tell her slowly about what happened on Christmas at the Kinomoto house. She wore a look of troubled concentration as she tried to figure out the correct course of action to solve her dilemma. The lovely lawyer was a good listener who didn't speak or interrupt. She told him about the most recent development and her secret fear that she might lose Kyouya because of her foolishness and immaturity.
Afterwards, she grabbed another glass of champagne and drank it straight.
Haruhi looked thoughtful as her friend leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes. She turned her gaze towards the shadow king. Kyouya was leaning at the balcony of the rooftop, lost in thought. It was clear that he wanted to be set apart from his friends who were busy merrymaking. She had a clear idea of what he was about to do…
"What should I do, Haruhi-san?" Tomoyo murmured again. She was holding another champagne glass and staring at her fiancée worriedly. "He would forgive me, wouldn't he?"
Tamaki's wife turned it over and over in her mind.
She'd known Kyouya since high school just like the rest of the Host Club. She had always been aware that he was cold, calculating, scheming, manipulating and unexpectedly kind towards the people he cherished. He might have been vindictive and jealous towards his enemies but he was always kind and compassionate towards his friends. She always had faith in the goodness of his heart because she'd seen him drop whatever he was doing just to help them out when they were planning their wedding, buying their first house or just enduring his best friend's idiocy every day. Kyouya was a good person. But it was true that he was not what he seemed. He never was.
She'd always seen how much effort he poured into his endeavors to make all of them seem effortless. Kyouya didn't shirk hard work or long hours just to get things done. He always did his best and it often surpassed the standard. His focus and determination drove him to achieve things with perfection.
"He would forgive you," answered Kyouya's first love "but you would have to work hard for it. You would have to woo and coax and win him over before he pledges himself to you again. He's not the sort of person who did things by halves. It's always all or nothing, pass or fail. You have to be ready for that."
"I don't love my ex anymore," Tomoyo said quietly. She sipped her champagne idly. "I've told him that I wasn't interested in forgiving him or becoming friends with him. I wanted to start over with Kyouya-san."
They didn't speak for a few moments.
It was Haruhi who broke the silence.
"Kyouya-senpai would not normally show his emotions to other people. He probably lost control of himself because he didn't want you to be snatched away without fighting for you. But when you stopped them, he probably realized that you didn't want him to settle things for you. Perhaps he thought that you weren't truly ready to commit yourself completely to him…" her voice softened "You have to admit it to yourself, Tomoyo-san. You don't want to end things with Hiiragizawa-sensei yet."
Tomoyo stiffened in her seat. She looked at Haruhi with wide frightened eyes. Her hands were shaking so bad that the other woman calmly took it away from her and replaced it on the coffee table. "I-I didn't realize that…"
"It's very hard to let go," said her friend gently "and he understands that very well. But I think that you should be honest with him."
The heiress's famously beautiful voice was full of quiet worry. "I have been honest with him when I accepted his proposal. There's no room in my heart for regret or longing. That's why I opened it up so that he could fill it with love."
"But you've never opened one last door for Kyouya-san," Haruhi murmured "and that's the most important one. He wouldn't be able to know how much love and affection you could offer him without holding yourself back."
"So you're saying that I don't trust him," she said, hurt.
"No, I didn't say that," said the former host in a soothing voice "What I'm saying is that you should let him in, Tomoyo-san. Let him get to know you. And the first step is to be honest."
"I don't have anything to hide!" Tomoyo looked scandalized. "I don't have any secrets to hide from him."
Brown eyes stared at her skeptically. She sounded unsure, even to herself. The brunette decided to give her some time to realize what was in front of her all along. She discreetly waved to one of the wandering waiters and ordered an iced tea. Tomoyo smoothed her skirt absent-mindedly while her friend was busy.
The engagement ring caught her eye. It looked so gorgeous on her left ring finger. The diamond was exquisite and the dark blue sapphires accentuated its natural beauty. She idly thought that the stones matched his eyes perfectly. His eyes were a wonderful shade of blue-gray that changed colors depending on his mood…
It was disconcerting to realize that this piece of jewelry confirmed her new status.
She was engaged to Kyouya. Why did she accept his proposal? She knew that it was because he was going to be a great husband, her mother loved him and their worlds fit perfectly together. It was because he was smart, funny and handsome; because he loved her.
He loved her.
The three words jolted her out of her drunken haze. Haruhi raised a questioning eyebrow at the heiress as she sat up straight, breathing fast. Then she smiled.
Tomoyo stood up to excuse herself. She had to find Kyouya!
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"Are you sure about that?" Tamaki asked seriously.
"Positive," his best friend answered before he downed an extra strong shot of tequila. Then he picked up the lemon and sucked it with gusto.
The blond COO studied Kyouya's reddened face without comment. They were sitting in the darkened bar with an elderly bartender who was eavesdropping but steadily cleaning the glasses to avoid detection. It was his idea to get away from the crowd so that they could talk about what was bothering the shadow king.
"This isn't about the deal in Italy, right?" he asked with his eyebrows knitted together. "I swear I didn't botch it…"
Kyouya restrained himself from hitting Tamaki in the head. Why were they going to talk about that contract in unsecure surroundings? He wasn't in the mood to talk about work. He threw his friend an icy glare instead. "That's not what we're going to talk about."
"This is new. Are you planning to get drunk, Kyouya?" laughed Tamaki. He looked so gleeful and menacing and excited that it was impossible to imagine. "I could definitely help you out. Just let me call the twins…"
"Shut up," said his best friend of more than a decade.
Tamaki replaced his mobile phone on his pocket. He casually leaned back against the bar and stared at him as if he was waiting for his next move. Neither of them noticed the admiring gazes of their other guests. The handsome pair would certainly catch attention.
Before he realized it, Kyouya started talking. He told him about what happened on Christmas day with as very few words as possible. The blond leaned forward, intrigued. It was truly the first time that his best friend actually opened up to him without any pretenses or façades. He didn't want to waste Kyouya's rare expression of his hidden feelings so he started putting two and two together.
When he was done, he ordered another round. It was his third that evening.
"D'you got woman troubles?" asked the bartender with a sympathetic look. He set down the drinks in front of the men. "You better drink up. They could kill you, you know."
They stared as he went to attend to his other patrons. Tamaki laughed quietly at the audacity of the old man. Kyouya didn't say anything.
"I've got to agree," said the golden prince. "He's got that right."
"We should be drinking your success, Suoh," Kyouya declared darkly. "You're not impotent at all. In spite of your fear of women's bodies, you actually managed to make a baby with Haruhi. Congratulations."
"You're so mean, Mom!" Tamaki pouted. "I'm not afraid of anything."
"Drink up," ordered his partner.
He obediently downed his shot. The dark king nodded, satisfied. His friend stared at him as if studying his strange behavior. Kyouya was always slightly obsessive. It was obvious that he was planning to get drunk and he was going to do it thoroughly. If Tamaki was not careful, he was going to get sucked into it. Not that he minded.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Tamaki said quietly. "I thought that I should be fair to the others. You should all find out about the news at the same time. But don't worry; you'll be the first godfather."
"Thank you so much for the honor," his best friend said sarcastically.
The blond swirled his drink in his hand, smiling. He turned deep purple eyes to his friend. Joy was palpable in his gaze. "You won't believe how happy I am when we found out. It's our first child! I still can't believe it."
"Neither can I," snorted Kyouya.
"You'll find out soon enough," teased the blond. "I can't wait to see your face when Tomoyo-san tells you she's pregnant. Nothing will beat that. Oh, wait, I should get that in camera…"
"In your dreams, Suoh!" snarled his best friend. It was meant half-heartedly though. The blond knew him very well to discern which a real threat was. "If we're still getting married…"
Tamaki perked up in his seat. He looked really worried. "Is this what it's about? Are you actually getting cold feet, Kyouya Ohtori?"
"Shut up," snarled the Low-Blood Pressure Demon King. "I'm not a coward!"
"If that's the case, what's your problem? You're meaner than usual." Tamaki sulked. He wasn't used to being treated so callously. "I'm your best friend. Not your punching bag."
Kyouya pinched the bridge of his nose to prevent a headache from happening. His vision was swimming around him. The alcohol was starting to show its side effects. It took some effort for him to say the next sentence that leaped off his mouth. "I'm calling the engagement off."
"WHAT?" Tamaki exclaimed. Several guests turned to look at them curiously. He waved them away with a bright fake smile. They returned to whatever they were doing. "Are you out of your mind, Kyouya? Are you actually drunk? Is this some kind of joke? It's not very funny…"
The dark-haired businessman glared at him. He looked even more formidable than usual. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
His best friend shook his head. "No, you don't. You look pissed off."
"I am pissed off. I am angry and I am hell-bent on getting drunk just to stop myself from doing something really stupid… like ending things with my girlfriend." The threat sounded real. Tamaki watched his best friend order the bartender's best tequila and a bowl of lemon slices in a crisp and authoritative manner before he turned to him again. It was a blessing that the music was so loud and that it was dark. The bartender stared at him a moment longer before he went away to tend to his customers. Nobody should see Kyouya like this. "What am I doing with her, Tamaki?"
His best friend approached him cautiously before he laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. The dark king didn't shrug him off. As soon as the order was in front of them, Kyouya stood up and gathered the items. He stomped off to a small room that was closed off from their guests. Tamaki followed him without comment.
It was not part of the plan to shut themselves inside the room but he went with the flow anyway. He had to control the damage somehow so he was grateful that Kyouya took the initiative by leading him away from the crowd.
As soon as the door was locked, Kyouya plopped down on the couch and began to set up his mini-bar. Tamaki sat down as well within a safe distance. He observed his studious, ruthless and ambitious best friend slowly lose his cool. It was a rare sight and it wasn't a good sign.
"Why are you going to break up with her?" asked the blond as casually as possible.
"None of your business," snapped the shadow prince. He noticed the hurt expression on his best friend's handsome face. Something pricked his heart. He tried to avoid raising his voice as much as possible. "That's the wrong question, Tamaki."
"Um, okay," persevered his best friend "What made you change your mind?"
"She still loves him," Kyouya said simply.
Tamaki openly gaped at him.
First, it's because Kyouya doesn't talk with words describing feelings.
Secondly, he never ever revealed anything without naming his price.
And finally, Kyouya was very bothered about his love life.
If only the twins were here, he thought with a wry smile, they'll think that the world's gone mad.
"Tomoyo-chan still loves her ex-boyfriend?" Tamaki nodded as if he understood. "That can't be right. If you try to catch two rabbits in the field then you will definitely have none."
Kyouya's forehead knitted together at his friend's last statement. That was correct. Tomoyo will be left with nothing if she continued on dallying with both men. She was going to lose him because she was trying to keep someone else. He smirked. He should have tried getting drunk sooner to solve his issues.
The blond tried to talk to him again in a slow and soothing voice. "Tomoyo-chan's a nice young lady. She won't do that to you. I'm sure of it. I've seen the way she looks at you…"
"She told me that she's falling in love with me." Kyouya interrupted him.
Tamaki's eyes lit up. He wanted to get up and start dancing victoriously. It was great news to know that it's not too late for them!
"But I'm not convinced."
"What?" the blond snapped back to attention. "The young lady herself told you that she's in the process of bequeathing her most precious possession into your care and you tell me you're not convinced!"
"I've also seen the way she looks at Hiiragizawa. She looks at him like her heart's breaking at the sight of him. And she didn't want me to beat him up." The last part sounded like a petulant child but he didn't care.
Tamaki wanted to wring his best friend's neck just for acting so immature. Who knew that Kyouya thought about these things? How in the name of heaven did Kyouya manage his emotional issues without anyone's help? For someone so smart, he was so incredibly stupid when it came to sorting out his problems of the heart.
"She doesn't want you to start beating the daylights out of her ex-boyfriend because you're in her cousin's house. You don't want to give a bad impression, do you?" the blond explained as calmly as possible. "You're a son of businessman, not a Yakuza!"
"I'm actually planning to begin a Mafia family," deadpanned his Vice President. "I was on the process of starting it with Kasanoda-kun…"
The blond grabbed the shot glass, poured a lot of tequila and then drank it straight. He picked up a lemon and decided that he should start drinking as well. Talking to Kyouya in his insensible state needed alcohol and lots of it.
"Do I need to remind you that you're in love with Daidouji-san?" Tamaki crossed his fingers. He liked Tomoyo for Kyouya. She made him smile and she also made him easier to deal with… "And do I have to remind you that you've invested so much in your relationship and I'm not talking about money…"
"What about her? What did she invest, hmmm?" Kyouya tipped his head back to down the next shot. He fully understood that he was steadily getting smashed but he didn't care. All he cared about was how to deal with the vague throbbing ache in his cardiovascular organ. "She only gave me smiles and kisses…"
"You thought it was a worthy payment," countered Tamaki.
"I thought she would be a worthy bride," Kyouya said darkly.
The blond prince had to think and fast. He had to turn the dark mood around before he faced Tomoyo. It would be a shame to see them break up. Not when Kyouya was well and totally in love with someone that lived and breathed. He didn't want to think about the cold and loveless existence his friend used to have.
Kyouya was counting on him to save their relationship. If he wasn't, why did he initiate an all-out drinking spree? Why was he engaging in a useless and senseless roundabout conversation? Why was he acting out of character?
"Do you love her?" he asked.
The shadow king stared at him with an eyebrow raised.
Tamaki repeated his question with more urgency this time. "Do you love Tomoyo-chan?"
Kyouya didn't need to answer. They already knew before he said, "yes."
"Don't give up, damn it!" The blond prince roared as he gripped his friend's shoulders. "Don't give up to that smirking Londoner and her cheating heart! You have to keep trying and trying until you get it right! Love is about patience and understanding! You have to exercise what I've taught you from our hosting days, Kyouya!"
Tamaki thanked God when his mobile phone beeped in his pocket. It saved him from being pummeled to the ground by his drunken best friend. He slowly let go of Kyouya's shirt and stepped away. The dark king watched quietly as he flipped it open to check.
There was no call waiting for him. It was a reminder that it was three minutes until midnight.
They had to end this. Tamaki was planning to kiss his wife when the clock struck twelve. So he did what every best friend should do. He pulled Kyouya up and stared at his eyes. He said loudly, "Kyouya Ohtori, you are not going to break up with her. You love her. Go get her."
Then he let go of him and ran out of the room.
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"Where is he?" she murmured to herself as she stepped into the bar.
Tomoyo realized that she had run out of places to search for him. She was standing near the bar and watching the crowd pair off to prepare for the arrival of the New Year. Her feet hurt from all of her running and hurrying. And her eyes were slowly filling up with tears.
He was gone.
He'd left her without saying goodbye.
She'd asked his friends again and again if they'd seen him but they didn't. Mori's people guarded the building and the door but they reported that they didn't see him leave. Honey's waiters didn't notice him either. The twins admitted that they were too busy having fun.
Where was he?
She was losing hope. The heiress touched the engagement ring again as if it would bring him back to her. She slowly leaned against the bar, feeling tired. But her eyes didn't quit scanning the dance floor.
The elderly gentleman smiled to himself. So she was the woman that the men he'd been tending to were talking about. She was a pretty young thing. It was obvious why the dark-haired young man looked so troubled at the idea that he was sharing her with someone else. Why, she didn't look like the type.
"Miss," said the bartender gently. She jumped. "You'll find him at the end of that corridor over there. You should hurry."
She smiled gratefully as she turned on her heel to run. She didn't see the preparations for the most important part of the event. The waiters were distributing sparklers and firecrackers to the guests.
Five…
The twins were up on the stage and thanking their guests for a wonderful celebration.
Tomoyo didn't notice as she pushed her away through the throng. Her heartbeats were on her ears. The music was suddenly so loud. Her head was throbbing.
Four…
The dancing became more frenzied. Newly formed couples were gyrating against each other in the dance floor.
She didn't see Haruhi being approached by an ecstatic Tamaki.
Three…
Honey and Mori both saw Kyouya enter the dance floor. His face was red and he was breathing heavily. They nodded to him. It didn't escape Mori that his breath smelled like alcohol and lemons. He nodded back to them and made his way to the middle of the dance floor.
Tomoyo turned back when she found out that there was no one inside the room. She walked the short distance without changing her pace. What was running through her mind was a tangled mess of thoughts that involved herself, her fiancée and their future life together.
She didn't realize that she was in the middle of the bar again.
Two…
Tamaki and Haruhi watched Kyouya cross the room purposefully towards his goal. The tall man hugged his petite wife from behind. He kissed the top of her head fondly. Everything was going to be all right.
One!
Tomoyo was standing in the middle of the room with her back turned towards the crowd when noise erupted. There were screams, shouts and laughter. Horns were blown and firecrackers crackled. Everyone was greeting everyone within reach.
"Happy New Year," someone whispered in her ear.
She turned around, shocked.
Kyouya leaned down and kissed her. She responded so eagerly that he couldn't stop himself from wrapping both of his arms around her to crush her towards his embrace. They kissed with so much pent-up passion and without abandon. He held her like a man dying of thirst and she was fresh spring water. She pulled him closer and closer to her like she couldn't bear to have him away.
He let her go eventually. They were staring at each other with awe and surprise. The first thing she said shocked him. Her voice didn't waver as she told him, "I love you."
Kyouya pulled her in for another hug. She smiled when he whispered his answer.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winners!"
They both looked up. Then they realized that the whole room was cheering and applauding. The Hitachiin twins were smiling fondly at them as they gestured for them to come up to the stage. It slowly sank in to Kyouya what was happening.
Tomoyo looked confused but it was replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and pride as soon as she heard their next words. He thought that she looked so adorable with her flushed cheeks and shining eyes.
"This year's best New Year's kiss belongs to none other than Kyouya-senpai and Tomoyo-chaaaaan~!"
Kyouya's stomach rebelled. He suddenly wanted to throw up.
"Kyouya-san!"
Everything went black.
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"Why does everything have to be a competition?" Tomoyo laughed as she followed them. Mori was kind enough to assist her in carrying Kyouya home. She watched the tall martial arts master smile enigmatically at her. "Nobody told me that there was a competition at the end. And nobody told him that everyone was going to drink themselves to death!"
Kyouya had to stop himself from hurling all over his expensive carpet. He was feeling very dizzy and very sick to his stomach. He dimly swore to himself that he wasn't going to do it again.
It was great that Mori had expertly snatched the house keys away from him to let them in. To their complete and utter surprise, there were no maids who were waiting for the young master to come home.
Tomoyo entered the bachelor pad behind them. She surveyed the condominium with some curiosity before she decided that she liked the minimalistic style. It was obvious that Kyouya didn't spend a lot of time there. She smiled to herself. It was her first time to visit his house.
Mori had been there before so he knew which door led to Kyouya's bedroom. He deposited the very drunk vice president into the bed. Then he went to find Tomoyo in the living room.
"Are you going to take care of him?" he asked.
Tomoyo reddened at the thought that she was going to be alone with Kyouya. He smiled kindly down at her. She forgot her embarrassment when he patted her head very gently. "I am."
"Will you be all right?" Mori had to be sure.
"O-Of course," she answered.
"I'll take my leave now. Good night." The dark-haired man bowed slightly. He showed himself out.
Tomoyo went to the bedroom where her fiancée was currently sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed. He was snoring lightly. She giggled. Of course she knew what to do. She had dealt with a drunken Touya and Syaoran with Sakura before.
It didn't take her very long to remove his shoes first. His dinner jacket, long-sleeved shirt, tie and slacks followed suit. She folded them up neatly and set them on the bureau next to the bed. Now that her fiancée was naked except for his boxers, she decided that she had to find some clothes for him.
Then she would go home. Her mother would have fits if she found out from France that her darling daughter spent the night at her fiancée's house. She will have fits, Tomoyo though idly, but it wouldn't kill her. I don't think she would really mind that much…
She found a t shirt inside his enormous closet. There was no time to admire his collection of suits, ties and expensive Italian shoes. All she had in mind was that she had to get him dressed as soon as possible.
Tomoyo checked on him for a moment. He was sound asleep. She had to give him a sponge bath first before she dressed him. It was easier to use a damp washcloth so she retreated to the bathroom to find one.
He heard her enter the room in spite of his drunken haze. Kyouya slowly rolled to his side to confirm it. The dark king slyly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep when she started to rub and pat the damp washcloth all over his body. It felt cool and refreshing so he allowed her to do as she liked. Of course it didn't escape him when her soft touch lingered in his well-built body and strong arms…
It ended when he realized that she had put a shirt on him. Tomoyo was straddling him and staring down at him as if she was committing his face into her memory. A small smirk crept into his lips. He relished her surprised squeak when he imprisoned her in his arms again.
"You're awake," she said accusingly.
"Mmm-hmm," he murmured lazily. His hug tightened. She didn't fight him but she settled into his embrace. "Please… stay."
"I will. I'll just change clothes," she told him. He didn't believe her because he knew that she was going to leave the moment his back was turned. So he stubbornly refused to let her go. She sighed in his arms. "I'm not leaving, Kyouya-san."
"Kyouya," he corrected her sleepily.
"I won't leave you, Kyouya." She kissed his cheek gently. Her eyes were deep and dark with desire she probably didn't realize. So he loosened his hold on her and she wriggled away from him. "Don't peek!" she warned him. He rolled over on to his side, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Didn't this innocent virgin realize that he's going to see everything anyway on their wedding night? But he complied with her wishes.
Kyouya could hear the rustle of clothes; the sound of zippers and even a small swear word from her. Then he felt the bed sink beside him and then her small arms encircled his body very shyly.
His smile widened as he rolled back into his side to look at her. She let him go. It didn't take long before he took over again to keep her safely secured in between his arms. He stared at her seriously to imprint the image of his fiancée wearing his shirt into his memory. She squeaked when he clapped twice. The lights went out.
A large blue moon peeked at them from behind the tall windows. Moonlight flooded the spaces in between the thick curtains. Tomoyo didn't feel scared. Instead, she felt peace and contentment wash over her whole body.
They were quiet for a long time. Neither of them moved. Their breathing slowed and they both relaxed. It would take some time before they got used to each other.
Kyouya slowly adjusted her position so he could look at her. She was still wide awake. They stared into each other's eyes, carefully assessing each other. He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips. It was a chaste kiss.
"Are you sure now?" he whispered. His blue-gray eyes searched her face for any uncertainty. "Don't wait for the day that I will be the one to leave you, Tomoyo."
"I'm very sure," she answered quietly. He was utterly surprised when she placed a hand at the back of his head to pull him closer for a kiss. All of his thoughts flew out of his head. When she let him go, she was smiling again. "Let's go to sleep."
He lay down and pulled her closer to him. She rested her head in his chest as he wrapped a possessive arm around her shoulders. The room suddenly smelled like fragrant white lilies. It was warm and comfortable in his bed. He was holding her in his arms. All was right in his world.
Kyouya fell asleep for the first time with contentment in his heart.
"I love you," Tomoyo whispered into his ear. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.
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So why did I end up falling for you?
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A/N: Hi guys! I'm really sorry I didn't pick up my pen after my last update. You know that life gets in the way sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave comments or suggestions. You can squeal happily with me as we plan their wedding. If you want to participate, go ahead! It's time to plan the wedding of the millennium. Thank you so much for your support! :)