The ultimate flashback, a week after Alice transferred to Ouran…

"I have always been wondering." Tapping my chin with a pen on my right hand, and my left hand clutching a small notebook filled with Mathematical equations, I stared absentmindedly up the blue sky, seen clearly from inside the room without the curtains blocking the magnificent window. Kyouya stopped whatever crap he was doing and looked at me, no emotion on his face, yet one can tell that he is waiting for me to continue. "Karylle told me… you gave her the wrong uniform when she entered this school…"

I heard a chuckle come from across the room, making me glance at the direction. Kyouya was covering his mouth, preventing his mouth to make a sound. I raised an eyebrow, ready to mess with him if he dares say something stupid for an answer. Well, I've gotten pretty used to the idiots around here answering questions with stupid answers. Especially those damned brats, Hikaru and Kaoru… and worst, Tamaki. "I thought you'd never ask, Alice. You see, back then we wanted to… play with Karylle for a little while…" he mumbled, yet his voice was still heard. I stared at him in disbelief. Play with Karylle? This club is messed up as hell. "Play? What, are you children or some random aliens from Mars? Besides, I hate the uniform here. Sure, it's yellow and all, but why the effing hell is this a dress? WHO INVENTED DRESS UNIFORMS? As far as I know, only nurses have those kinds of long, old-lady-fashion-thingy uniforms."

This time, he finally looked at me, lowering his eyeglasses. "You're really amusing, you know. Your remarks, perspective… That uniform does look good on you, I'll admit. Too bad it doesn't fit your personality. What fits you more, is what we made Karylle wear on her first day…" his voice trailed off. I desperately wanted to poke his eyes with my pen, but I decided otherwise. Bastard might have ninja assassins in every wall around here, ready to kill me at the perfect moment. I sighed, the cue for him to continue. "You see, she was wearing Haruhi's old uniform. We borrowed it, of course, it just so happened that Haruhi was blackmailed to accept our proposal." I knew it. Blackmailing fiends. "Besides, it looked surprisingly good on Karylle."

I face-palmed. Maybe I should just continue my Math homework instead of talking to this insane psychopath hiding random killers and mafia warriors in ceilings and walls, waiting for his cue to strike down at me. Geez, I'm getting too paranoid being around this nerve-wrecking genius. "It will look good on you, too, only if you leave the ribbon untied and unbutton a few to expose a bit of your white shirt inside. The delinquent style."

WHO IS HE CALLING A DELINQUENT? MAYBE I CAN TRANSFORM INTO A NINJA ASSASSIN, TOO, AND KILL THE LIVING HELL OUTTA THIS NERD.

I huffed, throwing a ball of crumpled paper at him… and missing. He smiled, a bit deviously but natural at the same time. "I may be like this but I am not a delinquent! Nerd…" I flushed, thinking about how much I've been with this guy for a week now, knowing the fact that it's always the two of us here whenever the others are out. Karylle has choir practice and stuff, the twins are out doing whatever, and Mori comes late due to Kendo training. Tamaki? I have no idea what the douchebag is doing. Besides, Kaoru comes here at random times to bother me, and I don't know why.

So I am always stuck with this guy.

Present time, end of flashback…

Kyouya, after almost being harassed by the ones left inside the room after the dreadful exam, was left all alone in the room. He glanced at his watch, it was almost time to go home. He wondered deeply if the boys already chased the love of their lives after the ladies, err… Alice is not a lady, so… girls ran away after they had said what they felt. Kyouya chuckled quietly to himself, staring blankly at the wall. "Alice… you finally said it…"

He gracefully skidded across the room, not even touching any of the chairs which were previously kicked by Alice, despite the formation being messed up due to the examinees' wild behavior previously. Then he stopped. Sighing, he took off his glasses, playing with the rim between his index finger and thumb. "I planned for you to fall in love with Kaoru from the start… because you didn't seem like the type who would fall that easily…" he murmured, wiping the lens of his spectacles with a handkerchief. He suddenly stopped wiping, as he glanced outside the windows. Smirking, he walked towards each window, closing them one by one. "And if you weren't the type to fall easily, I knew you also weren't one to learn how to love me…"

He was a devil in her eyes. A man with great power, so intimidating and frightening. Everytime she saw him , she'd fight. Everytime they were alone, paranoia always enveloped her. Everytime he does something nice, she always sees it as a bluff. Of course, it was impossible for someone as innocent and naïve as the girl, to fall for a man as mature and reserved as Kyouya. He knew that very well, that's why despite the fact that they were always together behind the scenes, he knew he shouldn't love her. He must keep quiet, and must not be near her to enough to cause suspicions.

"I would never fall for such a girl like you." Yes, he'd not want that. Between the silent arguments, he wouldn't. Between the constant logic fights, he wouldn't. Between the truth-revealing moments, he wouldn't. Between the peaceful times they had when they were alone in the club room, he wouldn't. And he also wouldn't send any ninja assassins to kill the girl. Because silently, he loved her. Reservedly, he did. And quietly, he was always there…

Too bad she couldn't see it. And to think he was also the reason how Kaoru always ended up finding Alice. Too bad she thought it was Kaoru who kept looking for her. But no. It was this bespectacled man, who kept using his information network to help Kaoru be with her. He was the one who told Kaoru that her favorites were yellow roses, not because she told him when they were in the convenience store. He was the one who told Kaoru that Alice's favorite spot was the rooftop, and he even ordered the school guards not to bother them up in that rooftop. He was the one who told Kaoru that Alice was going to ask him to help for exams. He was the one who convinced Kaoru to stay with her. He taught both of them how to love. How to care for each other like no other. How to preserve what they have right now, seeing the beautiful relationship about to blossom between the two.

Accidentally dropping his glasses, he looked down at them, not even noticing the tears forming in his eyes. He wouldn't believe that he'd cry, his pride prevented him from doing so. And yet he did, pride shattering to pieces. Still, he convinced himself that he wasn't crying, he was just tired and sleepy from all the work he put up. All of these, just because he couldn't wait to find out if his experiment would turn out successful. To know if Alice finally feels something for Kaoru.

He knew from the start that Kaoru loves her.

And in order to erase every bit of feeling he had inside of her, the pain from the fact that there's no way in hell the brutal lady would feel what he wants to say, because he never showed it. He never dared let anyone know. Because he knew, that everything would vanish to total chaos… and he knew that Kaoru deserved her. Despite the fact that she is definitely NOT a lady, her heart was true. And her love is unconditional.

Who else would deserve that unconditional love other than Kaoru, who truly loves her?

Not him, who only enjoyed watching her from the shadows, hiding every bit of emotion inside.

And even if you ask him directly if he loved her, he'll reply with "No."

"Back then, it was only you and me, two loners in a room, talking mostly about nonsense." He bent to pick up his glasses, only to find his tears dripping on the lens. Sighing, he tried to wipe them again, but only ended up wiping the tears off from his eyes than on his spectacles. "Now, I'm all alone."

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"But… you're happy now and that's all that matters."