Part 29
The moment school ended, I ran from the room and head for the club room.
There wasn't a meeting that day but I didn't care; it was a safe place.
I slammed the door behind.
I breathed heavily as a leaned against the wall.
Why?
Why was he here?
Why did he have to come back into my life?
After all the years, I had, finally, let go.
But he still abed at me.
I sat down at the piano.
I started to sing.
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark
That's when another voice chimed in. I didn't have to look to know that it was him.
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship there
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
I felt him come closer
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
He rested his hands on my shoulders.
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
I lifted his hands off my shoulder and threw them down as I stood up and walked around the piano.
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
He followed me around the piano and tried to make eye contact with me. I just turned away and rested my elbows on the piano.
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
He rested his hands on the piano and either side of me, entrapping me in his arms.
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
I ducked down under his arm and walked away from him, hiding myself behind a column
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it
He tried to grab my arm to get him to look at him but I pulled away and zigzagged through the other columns as he followed.
With a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all, it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
You could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
At last, I had had enough. I whipped and, finally, met his taunting gaze. We got right up in each other's faces - his, cocky, mine, scornful.
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.
I turned away from him and just started plucking at the piano.
"It's good to see you Kerushii."
I didn't say a word.
"What, you're not gonna say 'hello'? That's no way to greet an old friend."
"Then take a hint; she doesn't consider you a friend."
We both looked to the door.
Kyouya stood there with everyone else from the host club.
Haruhi came up to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders while the rest of the members circled Michyu.
Michyu glared at Kyouya. "And you are?"
"No one of consequence."
"That what do you want?"
"To have a nice, long, friendly chat with you."
Haruhi took my hand and lead me to the door.
Before we left, I looked back at Kyouya and Michyu, praying that Kyouya knew what he was getting himself into.
Haruhi lead me back to my dorm room and stayed with me for a while.
~Meanwhile~
"So, what do you assholes wanna 'chat' about?"
"Well, first of all, how did you manage to make it into Ouran Academy?"
"You gotta reason why a reason shouldn't be here?"
Kyouya flipped open his little black book. "Well, besides the fact that your family barely makes enough money to pay off your motor home, you dropped out of high school halfway through your freshman year and joined the Marines."
"For you information, pretty boy, I decided, on my own, to go back to high school and I wanted nothing but the best, so I applied for a scholarship. Happy?"
"No, I'm not; you're clearly lying."
Michyu started laughing and said, "Well, aren't you a smart ass. Too bad for you that that's the statement I'm stickin' to. Anything else?"
"Just one more thing."
Kyouya marched right up to him and got in Michyu's face.
"I may not know what purpose you have for being here but I know it has something to do with Kerushii. But, if you want to continue providing for your family, you'll stay away from Kerushii."
"Pretty boy, you're gonna find that I don't scare easy."
"Then why is there fear in your eyes?"
Kyouya could tell that that retort had made Michyu upset.
The scowl and stomping away said it all.
"What do you think he's doing here?"
"I don't know but I don't like it."
~Back to Kerushii~
As horrible as I was feeling, I had promised Ranka I would sing at his Transvestite bar.
Haruhi helped me into my long-sleeved, gothic dress that had a tied black sweater over the red velvet.
Haruhi braided my hair, fancily, before we left.
We walked to Ranka's Tranny bar, where he greeted us and introduced to his boss and co-workers.
Ranka led us to the green room where we could stay, get warmed up and get comfortable.
Soon, the Host Club decided to join us.
Hunny immediately walked up to me and asked, "Are you okay, Ke-chan?"
I fake my best smile and ruffled his hair before saying, "I'm fine. Just in shock."
"If he gives you any more trouble, you just say the world and we'll make sure he learns his lesson."
I smiled at the fired up twins and said, "Okay."
Tamaki gave me a tight hug and said, "Daddy won't let him hurt you."
I, hesitantly, returned the hug.
I looked at the whole Host Club.
I had been terrible to them ever since we met and, yet, here they were, jumping up to comfort me.
I couldn't have been more thankful.
Haruhi shooed everyone except for Kyouya out the door.
I knew that he knew I wasn't okay but he didn't push the subject.
He just draped a black silk ribbon, which he had bought me, around my neck and tied it in a bow.
He gave me a long kiss before he said, "Break a leg, Мой мир."
With that, he left.
I, lightly, touched my lips and smiled, realizing that that was what I needed to feel better.
But the feeling didn't last.
A knock came to the door and Michyu walked in with a red rose.
"Damn, Kerushii. If we weren't in public…"
I, immediately, turned away from him and refused to look at him.
He offered me the rose but I didn't take it, so he just laid it on the coffee table in front of me.
He leaned against the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
I had no idea that he had started smoking.
He took a drag of the cursed thing that was burning my eyes and said, "You know, you haven't said a word to me. Let's face it; you can't even look at me. I wonder why that is." He took another drag. "Are you embarrassed by something?"
I didn't answer.
"Or scared of something?"
Silence.
"No. You're haunted by something. You miss something."
He walked up to me, inhaling as he walked.
He knelt down next to me and blew to smoke right in my face. I fought the urge to tear up and cough from the burning smoke.
"You miss my kiss."
He started leaning in closure.
I turned my head away to try and stop him but he grabbed my face and turned my head towards him. I, still, clenched my eyes shut so I wouldn't have to look at him.
I felt his smoky, rough, cracked lips crash against mine as his tongue shoved down my throat.
Before I could push him away, he pulled away, throwing my face, roughly, aside.
"Good luck up there, Kerushii. I'll be watching."
As soon as he left, I snapped my eyes open and glared at the wretched flower he gave me, my mind hot with an idea to end this once and for all.
…
The night was wonderful.
Everyone at the bar was enjoying the music and all my friends were there to support me.
The only problem was a parasite sitting right in front of the stage.
I refused to look at him the whole night.
Now, it was time to give him the message.
The moment the piano chord hit for my last song, I snapped my eyes open and looked him straight in the eye.
No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
His smirking face quickly fell.
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
I've learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I stepped off the stage and stood as close to him as possible, pouring all my anger out
It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
When he got up and tried to leave, I grabbed his wrist and tugged him back, pressing my forehead to his and running my hands along his cheeks
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
I, roughly, pushed him away and glared daggers at him.
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
As I sang, I circled him and, gently, nicked his lighter from his pocket.
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
I back up on to the stage and picked up his red rose from my music stand.
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
I revealed his stolen lighter.
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
I opened the lighter.
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
I raise both the light and the lighter out in front of me.
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
I flicked on the light and let the rose catch fire before closing the lighter.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
I let the burning rose fall to the ground in ashes.
I threw the lighter to Michyu's feet before marching off stage and running out the back door of the bar.
It was freezing, but I didn't care. In a way, it felt good.
Kyouya, immediately, came out and asked, "Are you okay?"
I threw my arms around him and quietly said into his chest, "It's over. It's, finally, over."
Or is it?
