This was the way my day was meant to start. A relatively sound mind, my boyfriend against my back, the sun shining in my room. The world was turning just fine and everything was good for a change. To make things even better, I felt Kyoya's lips on the back of my neck, sending chills up my spine. Who did I save in a past life to deserve this?

"Good morning, gorgeous," he spoke softly, "I know you don't want to, but we have to get up and go to school. Is that ok with you?"

"I guess," I hid a smile from him.

"Come here, my princess," Kyoya pulled me into his chest. Oh yeah. A girl can get used to this.

"Kyoya," I whined, "I don't want to go to school. Let's just stay here for the day."

"As tempting as that is," he cradled me, "I think we can manage for eight short hours. Then, we can come back and do this all we want."

"Promise?" I gave him the biggest, most sparkly eyed look I could possibly muster up with the energy I had.

"I promise," his lips grazed my forehead, "But maybe we could stay like this for a little while longer."

"I don't know," I teased, running my fingers down his chest, "Just a little while?"

"I love you, Lana," Kyoya stole a more proper good morning kiss.

"I love you, too," I laid my head on my boyfriend's chest. Yeah...Life was good.

Ring, ring!

"Ugh..." he groaned, "So much for our morning."

"Is that you or me?" I asked.

"Me," Kyoya felt around blindly behind him for his glasses and his phone, "Hello?"

"Kyoya!" a familiar voice squealed. I'm pretty sure people in the next town over could hear him, "Where are you?!"

"I'm at Lana's," he grumbled, "What do you want?"

"We're on our way!"

Click.

"Joy," Kyoya threw his phone back on the nightstand.

"What was that all about?" I wondered, nuzzling my face in his shoulder blades.

"Tamaki's a handful," he vented, "And he's way too much of a morning person for my liking."

"You'll be fine," I assured, "Your best friend is definitely a handful. I'll give you that. Although, you seem to forget you have four hands here."

"Lana," Kyoya awed, "I can't ask you to do that."

"It's Tamaki," I pointed out, "What's the worst that could happen?"

He pulled me in for an even deeper, sweeter kiss, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I think we've been over this, Kyoya," I jabbed, "I still have our note taped in my notebook."

"What note?"

"This one," I got out of bed and dug my notebook out of my bag, "The proof that you were once human."

"You've doubted that?" Kyoya wondered.

"Once or twice," I shrugged, jumping back into bed, "See? Call me sentimental, but here it is."

"Alright," he smiled a bit, "I remember this. This was last year, right?"

"Yep," I nodded, "Call me sentimental, but that got me by when I was still in London."

"Anything I can do to help," Kyoya pressed his hand against mine, "Are you saying I've never kept any mementos of our relationship?"

"Never said that."

"I do, though," he admitted, "Everything I've ever drawn on you has gone into a sketchbook at one point or another, if I don't have an actual picture of it."

"I don't remember you ever taking pictures," I thought back.

"That's because you've been asleep for some of them..."

"Creepy," I kissed his cheek, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make some tea."

"I'm going to use your shower," Kyoya pulled himself out of bed, "Unless you'd rather skip the tea and join me."

"Kyoya..."

"I know, I know," he started walking toward my bathroom, "I know better."

"Are you sure about that?" I giggled, making my way to the kitchen.

"About 78% sure!"

"And the other 22%?"

"You know what the other 22% is!"

I swear to God...What am I going to do with this boy? Go to school with him. Graduate with him in the next month or so. Move to New York with him. Ideally, go to college with him, but we can't get what we want, can we? We'll still be living together, though, so I guess I could make do with that.

I scoured my cabinets for some sort of tea to make. Earl grey always sounded like a good idea, but I wasn't really feeling it this morning. Maybe English breakfast? The English breakfast blend always tasted like chocolate covered cherries to me. I'm not sure why, but it did. And I loved that. I wish I would've gotten the name of that tea Misuzu had. That was magical. It tasted like a secret fairy forest, if that makes any sense. It had a very mystical quality to it.

Knock, knock.

Gee. I wonder who that could be at this time of day. I put my kettle on the stove and got the door. I didn't even have the chance to get dressed yet, but oh well. It's not like it's a surprise to them anymore.

"Lana!" the same shrill voice from the phone made my ear ring as he threw his arms around me, "Bonjour, mon cheri!"

"Senpai..." his girlfriend kept him grounded, "No. Settle down."

"Bonjour, Tamaki," I greeted him, "Comment allez-vous?"

Tamaki looked at me like I just hit him in the face with a frying pan, "Je vais bien. I didn't know you spoke French, Lana."

"A little," I blushed, "That's about the extent of my knowledge. There was a girl that lived in my dorm when I was living in London. She was from Paris. We exchanged pleasantries, but that's about it."

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Kyoya came out of my bathroom and wrapped his arms around me.

"I have to keep you on your toes," I poked at him.

"Hey!" Hikaru and Kaoru harmonized over my kettle's loud whistle, "Lana made tea!"

"No," Haruhi corrected them, "There's a better chance that Kyoya-senpai made tea."

"No," I sprinted across my kitchen and burned my hand on the handle, "Dammit! No. I did. Kyoya was in the shower."

"See?" Hikaru defended.

"We knew what we were talking about," Kaoru seconded.

"A first time for everything, I guess," Haruhi shrugged them off, wounding their pride a bit.

I grabbed a travel cup out of my cabinet, scatterbrained to all hell, "As much as I'd love to stay here and have some, we're going to be late."

"Lana," Kyoya settled me, "You're forgetting something."

I was forgetting a lot of things. Where I kept my cups, where my tea bag went, where my honey was. The fact that I put a pop tart in the toaster. I had yet to take my breakfast this morning. My bag was on the couch in the living room. What else could I possibly have been forgetting? Oh, boy! A lovely way to start my day! Mild anxiety. The breakfast of champions...

"What, Kyoya?" I snapped at him a little, "What could I possibly be forgetting now?"

"I will make your tea for you," he took my cup from me, "You should probably get dressed. Relax, sweetheart. We have plenty of time. Earl grey? A little honey?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my bare feet and my pajama bottoms. Way to go, Lana. God, I'm an idiot...I left my boys and my best friend in my kitchen while I got my uniform out of the closet. Don't ram your head in the wall, Lana. You still have yet to patch the hole from last time. I know it's tempting, but don't do it.

Out of sheer frustration, I threw my hair up, got dressed, threw my medication down my throat, and yanked my cup out of my boyfriend's hand as the rest of us went into our usual limo. Without a single word, once we were in the back, Kyoya pulled me to his chest, holding me delicately, completely understanding my sudden bitchy mood. Fortunately, the ride to school was enough to settle me down. I damn near fell asleep in Kyoya's shoulder, but as soon as the car stopped, the brakes were enough to jolt me awake again.

"Are you going to be ok?" Kyoya worried as we stopped outside my homeroom class.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'll be fine. Thank you, Kyoya. And I'm sorry about..."

"No need to apologize, my love," he assured, "You had a little moment of weakness. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you human."

"Are you sure I'm not a robot?" I wondered, trying to make light of a dark situation, "And I'm attracted to my own kind?"

"You taught the robot to love, Lana," Kyoya reminded me, "I know we were drinking for New Year's, but I would've thought you'd remember that much."

"I did," I giggled, "Thank you, baby. I needed that."

"I love you," he kissed the top of my head, "I'll see you in biology."

"Love you, too." And with that being said, I was ok again. Kyoya had that kind of weird superpower over me. Bless him.

On the plus side, I was about to see one of my other best friends, so I couldn't complain. Granted, I just saw Ritsu yesterday, but still. Weird...Usually he's here before I am. Running late maybe? When Ritsu finally came in, he looked like he was ready to stab a man. If someone looked at him funny, it'd be their funeral. This wasn't right. And I refused to let him stew like this.

"Hi, Ritsu," I smiled, hoping that would break the tension.

"What do you want?" he hissed at me.

Yep. Ritsu was a bit of a mess this morning, too. I took his anger with a grain of salt, "Are you ok?"

"No," he growled, "I'm pretty damn far from ok. I slept through my alarm, stubbed my toe on the dresser. My coffee pot is in shambles, so I'm running on adrenaline and spite. Someone drank the last of the apple juice. And the icing on the crap cake of this day, my hair tie snapped on the way out the door and I had no time to get another one. My hair's been in my face and it's driving me nuts."

I guess I'm not the only one. I coudln't sit and do nothing about this. When I spiraled this morning, I had Kyoya there to take care of me. Not to mention most of the host club for back up. Not that I'd need any back up when it came to Ritsu. He was a simple creature in the best way.

Fortunately for him, old habits die hard. While I was trying to break my cutting habit, I kept an extra hair tie around my wrist to snap any time things would get bad. Softer than a rubber band and no one would even think ot ask questions. In his mild fit of anger, I took advantage and got behind him.

"Lana," Ritsu jumped, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You know," I told him, sitting on the empty desk behind him, "When someone's going through a minor mental break, there are four places on the body that become very sensitive."

"Fascinating."

"Your shoulder," I approached him slowly, "Your back...Your arm...And the top of your head."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Ritsu kept his guard up. We've been friends since January. He really should know better.

"Relax," I turned his head around, pulling his hair out of his face for him, "You can have mine. That way, the day doesn't have to keep sucking. It'll only piss you off even more and I'm not dealing with that today."

"Really...?" he started to come down a little, "Thanks, Lana..."

"You're welcome," I beamed, "Consider it a thank you for yesterday."

"That was no problem," Ritsu brushed it off, "I didn't have anything to do yesterday anyway. Running around town seemed like a good idea."

"We should do that more often," I suggested, "I like hanging out with you. It's always an adventure."

"I'm sure it's that way when you're with Kyoya and the rest of the host club, too," he figured, "You can't tell me they don't drag you on adventures."

"They do," I nodded, "Last time, it was Kyoya and me in Karuizawa. The day before that, he and I went to Disneyland with Haruhi and Tamaki. I was fresh out of the hospital."

"And they took you to Disneyland?" Ritsu gasped, "Are they stupid or just that sadistic?"

"I wanted to go," I assured him, taking out my notebook, "And I might have a little bit of blackmail material from that trip that neither Tamaki or Kyoya know about."

"What?" he gave me a look, "What kind of blackmail?"

"Well," I opened the front cover where I taped the picture of my boys holding each other on Splash Mountain, "I'm pretty sure this would constitute as blackmail, but you can't tell anyone about it."

"I won't," Ritsu chuckled, "Can't handle Splash Mountain?"

"Yeah," I laughed with him, "Haruhi and I were real impressed."

"I honestly don't know what she sees in him," he scoffed, "He's not very bright. If he didn't have Haruhi or Kyoya there, I'm sure his head would fall off."

"You're too hard on him," I defended, "Sure, Tamaki can be a little ditzy, but he's a lot smarter than you give him credit for."

"I'm sure he is," Ritsu didn't believe me, but to each their own, I guess. Hold on...I've seen something like this before. When Haruhi and I went to the flea market.

"Ritsu..." I asked, "Are you jealous of Tamaki?"

"No!"

"Ok!" I see I hit a sensitive subject, "Just asking."

That boy was lying through his teeth. The day Haruhi and I went to the flea market was the day Tamaki's phone ended up in the bushes. Kyoya could say he was pissed all he wanted to, but Tamaki hit the nail on the head. Kyoya was jealous that Tamaki got so close to me. Ritsu got the same kind of defensive.

Before we knew it, the bell had rung and the day progressed. Class after class. The next one going by faster than the last. I sat in one of the rose gardens for lunch by myself, perfectly content with the world. It sucked that I didn't have the same lunch period as my friends, but some solitude every once in a while was nice, too. And even better, I knew that as soon as lunch was over, I had one of my favorite classes of the day. Biology.

I took my usual seat in the back, making sure to leave one behind me. Not a word had to be said between us. We said all that needed to be said in our looks alone. I could see it in his eyes. How are you, Lana? I missed you. I've been sitting in the back of every class, gazing aimlessly out the window. I already know what's being taught, so why bother paying attention? Or was that just me? Was I just being sappy and poetic? No. I doubt it.

Toss.

A folded piece of paper found its way onto my desk. Wherever could this have come from?

Hi, gorgeous.

I love him. Kyoya didn't even have to say anything and he could manage to make me blush. I loved this, though. He had his phone with him. I had my phone with me. We could be texting each other like civilized human beings. Yet here we were, writing notes to each other like cavemen. But this was concrete. And I loved it.

Hi there.

I doodled a couple hearts on our note and threw it back behind me. It's amazing our teacher never caught on to this. With some of the things I've talked about with Kyoya in written form, I'm thankful. Some of those things never needed to come to light.

Toss.

What did you do yesterday? You were sleeping when I got to your house last night.

I should've seen this coming. But I had a contingency plan.

You're not asking out of jealousy, are you?

Toss.

Toss.

No. Just curious.

I turned around and looked Kyoya over. Paranoia sucked, but I believed him.

We just hung out. Saw a show in Shimokitazawa. It was a lot of fun.

Toss.

He didn't need to know about my slight otaku core. And I wasn't sure how ok Ritsu would be if I were to say anything about it. We weren't exactly looked on very favorably. I used it to cope. I don't know about everyone else, but it was nice to lose myself in the fictional worlds I loved so much every now and then.

Toss.

Sounds like it. Are you still coming to the host club after school?

A little frown made its way onto my face.

I have that follow up appointment with Yuuichi.

Toss.

Toss.

You could always go to that after the host club closes. Yuuichi never gave you a specific time.

And my smile was back. I giggled to myself, rolling my eyes at my boyfriend.

Of course I'll be there. Where else do I have to be?

Have I ever mentioned that boy was going to be the death of me? Because he will be. But I loved him nonetheless. And once the bell rang, I'd miss him terribly. I got a quick kiss on the forehead and went off to my other classes. I didn't care much for my algebra class. I could nap in that one just as easy as I could biology, but in algebra, I didn't have Kyoya to keep me awake. I just wanted to get to the host club. Algebra, literature, host club.

I got through them both just fine and made a beeline to the music room. However, there was some guy standing outside the door. Weird. I don't think I've seen him around before. Pretty sure I'd remember someone in a cloak. It broke my heart a little to see that no matter how hard he tried, no one would stop and give him the time of day. I stopped at the door.

"Hello there…" he greeted me, "Could I interest you in joining the black magic club…?"

"Sorry," I bit my tongue, "Not really my thing."

"Hold on," he stopped me, "You give a much different energy than the others. You're not the usual clientele of the host club."

"I'm here every day, though," I told him.

"That's not what I meant, my dear," the guy reached for my hand, "May I?"

"Knock yourself out," I allowed, giving him my hand. I expected his to be cold, yet they were oddly warm.

"Mmm…" he hummed, "You aren't the common host club guest, are you? All of the others give a very superficial energy. You…You seem much more pure of heart."

"Really?" Who the hell was this guy? Was he some kind of psychic? Then again, he was pimping for the black magic club.

"I've heard about you," he smiled, "Kyoya Ootori's girlfriend. At one time, that news was nearly taboo. To think someone was actually with a host."

"That's right," I smiled, "That's amazing."

"You know, dear," he went on, "Love potions are a simple spell. Are you sure you won't join the black magic club?"

"I'm sure," I nodded, "I don't need magic to keep Kyoya. He's not going anywhere."

"To each their own, then," he let me go, "If you ever change your mind, don't hesitate."

"I won't," I pushed the music room doors open and the boys were still setting up, "Hey, guys? There's someone outside pedaling the wares of the black magic club."

"That's Nekozawa-senpai," Kyoya filled me in, his black book in hand, "He's harmless. He didn't approach you, did he?"

"He did," I took a seat, "But he only asked me if I wanted to join the black magic club and that's it. But he knew I was a special guest of the host club."

"Tama-chan!" a sweet, little voice chimed from a big pair of shoulders, "We're back!"

"Welcome back, Honey-senpai," Kyoya greeted them, "And to you as well, Mori-senpai."

"Lana-chan!" Honey squealed, jumping into my arms, "I missed you!"

"I missed you, too, Honey," I squeezed him tight.

"Well then," Kyoya thought, "Since we're all here, Tamaki, shall we open?"

"Yes!" Tamaki chirped, "Hikaru, Kaoru, open the doors."

"Yes, sir!"

A/N: This has been a long ass chapter. I've been wanting to introduce Lana to Nekozawa for the longest time. Nekozawa is underappreciated, if you ask me. Also, I have a feeling he gives really killer hugs, but because he's kind of a weirdo, people don't pay him much attention. Speaking of people I love that are underappreciated…Kasanoda. Kasanoda in this chapter makes me weirdly happy and I don't know why. Other than that, I don't have much to say this week, guys. All that aside, see you next chapter! xx