Everything was prepared. Kyoya and Haruhi had spent a few meticulous weeks planning out every detail from the color of the flower petals to the fabric of the dress. Well, it was more Ranka and Tamaki planning everything. Neither Haruhi nor Kyoya cared; all that seemed to matter was that they actually got married. Though Kyoya remained reserved on the outside - jumping for joy wasn't really his style - his heart was constantly elated. Haruhi's eyes shined and her beautiful smile was always on her face.

Kyoya and the gang skipped the bachelor's party at his insistence. Tamaki was planning something that involved a room of bubble wrap or suggested that since things worked out this time, if Kyoya somehow lost all his memories again, the memory and love revival would fall in line just the same. Kyoya wasn't taking the chance. As nice as the result, it was exhausting both mentally and emotionally.

The night before the wedding, Kyoya sat in his study going over the last of the black log books for the business. As strange as some thought it was, the reviewing process was somewhat therapeutic. He placed everything back where it lived and padded to his bedroom. This would be the last night he would be sharing this room alone; Haruhi and Kyoya both agreed that they would wait to "officially" move in together - although they lived in the same house - until after the wedding. The california king sized bed loomed in the center of the back wall, and though he had never thought about it before, it seemed awfully large for one person. These thoughts would never be voiced aloud, but in the privacy of his mind, Kyoya could think these things. He shrugged off his shirt and tossed it in the laundry bin; he pulled back the luxurious covers, crawled in, and closed his eyes. He thought of all the heartache Haruhi went through over the past month, and a part of him regretted even participating in the bachelors event, but tracing back through the years, he never regretted anything else, and that included taking her from Tamaki.

He wasn't sure why these particular set of memories came to him that particular night, but they came, despite the fact that they had been recovered long before.

"Why him?" Tamaki's eyes were swollen with tears as he stared at Haruhi. She looked sadly at Tamaki and apologies flooded from her lips, but nothing changed the fact that she was choosing between two loves. The hosts all loved Haruhi, whether Kyoya knew his feelings or not. She loved them, but there was a connection that Haruhi and Kyoya possessed that was different from the others. The day that made them realized that connection was the day at the mall during high school. The few hours that they had spent together placed Haruhi on his radar, if you could even call is that since he didn't pay much attention to matters of the heart.

From there, Kyoya and Haruhi had gotten closer, but at the same time, Tamaki and Haruhi were also getting closer. They both knew that her choice would hurt, and Kyoya was prepared for the worst and was fortunate enough to get the best.

"I'm sorry, Tamaki…. We have always been close… from the beginning, but as time progressed and other feelings developed, I felt better connected to Kyoya emotionally and romantically. You will always be the most fun - and annoying - friend in the world, but I can't deny the feelings I have for Kyoya." Haruhi said this gently yet didn't tip toe around the situation. Tamaki stood there, not flinching, just sadly looking into the eyes of the woman he lost.

They stood outside, cherry blossoms in full bloom and dancing in the wind around them. The other hosts did not surround them as per usual. Haruhi wanted to tell them both of her decision; it wouldn't have been fair otherwise. The styles at which they pursued Haruhi differed greatly. Tamaki, the always playful sort, never strayed from protecting her from male interaction and finding ways to capture her attention. Kyoya pursued went about it more formally. Lengthy conversations about safe subjects, the occasional compliment, and the devotion to only her. Considering he very rarely paid much attention to anyone, the devotion was not difficult to notice.

"Kyoya is my best friend, and while I wish that you would have chosen me, I respect your decision. You both mean the world to me, but I will need a bit of time. Now, if you will excuse me…" Without waiting for an answer, he left.

The memory faded; Kyoya laid in his bed listening to the sound of silence. His chest squeezed at the journey that he had come through. The fortune he found in Haruhi and Tamaki and the others would remain with him for the rest of his life, he knew.

Kyoya soon drifted off into a deep sleep, hoping for smooth sailing in the future.

"Kyoya, it's time to wake up; it's your wedding day, and you really should be getting ready." A wave of déjà vu descended over Kyoya as he cleared his sleepy fog. Then, his brain registered what had just happened. Someone - namely Tamaki - woke him from his sleep.

A noise that resembled more of a growl escaped his throat, "Tamaki… I have an alarm set. I have made preparations." He slowly sat up in his bed and Tamaki ran to the other side of the room.

"Uhh..umm…" Tamaki stuttered as he stared at what Kyoya knew was his iconic Shadow King look. "Look, today is no day for that. I was just trying to be helpful… Come on now." A knock on the door interrupted Tamaki's explanation. Two pairs of green eyes appeared from behind the slowly opening door.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Help me!" Tamaki's voice and eyes pleaded with the twins as they slowly walked into the room.

"This sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it Kaoru?" Hikaru commented nonchalantly.

"Yes, I concur with that statement." Kaoru replied in the same tone as his brother.

Kyoya didn't see the point of going back to sleep no matter how much his body urged him to close his eyes. Nearly everyone was here, and he was sure that it wouldn't be long before… 'Ah, there they are.'

"Kyo-chan! Today is your big day!" Honey came flying into the room and Mori followed closely behind him. 'Definitely no point in lying back down,' Kyoya thought sadly. He pushed the duvet off his body and ignored the five eyes that followed him with eagerness. He stopped as he reached the door to the bathroom and turned to face the men that had been there for him through thick and thin and, more recently, had rudely and stupidly woke him up. Kyoya noticed the trim tuxedos they wore that had soft pink bow ties, vests, and pocket squares. The crisp white shirts stood out against the black jacket and pants. He knew Haruhi would find them adorable and he smiled at the thought. 'Time to get ready,' he supposed, and Kyoya went to work preparing himself for the wedding.

He was ready. The doors stood in front of him, and he knew that Haruhi would follow once he was on the other side. Down a long aisle. Music was softly playing on the other side of the door. Despite his calm exterior, butterflies flew around his stomach reminding him of the magnitude of the event. Kyoya pushed open the door and glided down to the front of the courtyard, keeping his eyes forward. Tamaki waited at the bottom of the pink carpet that lay before him, behaving unusually well considering the joyous occasion.

Kyoya finally reached the end of the aisle and straightened his back and finally looked at the crowd. Everyone was finely dressed in tuxedoes and fine summer gowns and dresses. The serene area they were stood in looked to be taken straight out of a wonderland. Hedges with white and red roses painted the green with bright colors. The bushes lining the back wall of the venue were shaved into hearts, and blue butterflies beat their wings around the roses. He almost expected a fountain to be resting somewhere in the private courtyard. In the far back corner, a classical group of musicians sat playing their instruments.

Both doors opened, and Kyoya turned his attention to the procession of people, waiting for his Haruhi to come forward, only to find something nothing short of distasteful and horrendous at the beginning of the line.

Renge stood at the front of the line with a basket of flowers. Her eyes were closed and a smile was plastered on her face. She moved forward throwing the red and white rose petals everywhere. A nerve of irritation ticked along the muscle in his jaw, but otherwise, Kyoya kept his face impassive. When the bug in his life reached the base of the aisle, she turned to proceed to her chair but not without looking over her shoulder and winking at Kyoya. Still, he removed any show of emotion from his face, and focused on the rest of the procession. Honey entered on Mori's shoulders bearing the ring on a fluffy red cushion. 'How cheesy, but then again, Honey could be pretty cheesy.' At the bottom of the aisle, Mori kneeled gracefully and Honey placed the rings on the pedestal that rested just in front of the pastor. The gold bands gleamed in the sunlight.

Hikaru and Kaoru descended the aisle next, arms linked. Usually, there would have been a bridesmaids procession, but Kyoya thought this was more fitting by having all of the hosts involved. Once they all took their seats, the music changed slightly, announcing the entrance of the bride.

A smile spread across his face as he looked at Haruhi gliding down the aisle. She didn't wear a long gown, but instead wore a short white dress with white flats. He knew that she didn't really wear dresses and thought that the dress she wore today was the most beautiful he had ever seen on her. The dress itself was simple with a heart shaped neckline and tight through the bodice, but fanned out into a cascade of material once it hit the waist line and continued on to just above her knee. She didn't wear any makeup and her hair was pinned back with a diamond pin, that was his suggestion. He hadn't seen the dress beforehand, but knew the pin would go with any color she chose. Her large brown eyes found Kyoya and emotions of love and devotion shone through them. He knew his expression mirrored hers as they stared at one another.

Ranka was on her arm crying silently as he lead her down the aisle. Memories of the past few weeks flashed across his mind's eye as he remembered all they had been through. The initial memory loss shock, the reluctance, the beach, the accident, the Renge, everything and Haruhi had always looked at him like the way she was now.

She finally reached the base of the aisle and Ranka stood behind her dressed in a flattering pink gown; his hair gathered in a pretty bun. He regained some of his composure, but his face still held a mixture of happiness and sadness.

The ceremony began with the pastors opening words. The vows followed, traditional but meaningful. Kyoya knew he meant every word and would continue to love her through thick and thin. Through the whole ceremony, Kyoya and Haruhi never once broke eye contact. It was as though they held an entire conversation just through their eyes. Even through the exchange of rings, he could not stop looking at her.

"You may kiss the bride." Kyoya heard the words and moved meaningfully towards Haruhi. He cupped her soft cheeks in his hands gently and tilted her head. When his mouth touched hers, he forgot the world around them. It all faded and all he could concentrate on was the woman in his arms. It was a light kiss, but powerful nonetheless. As he pulled away, Kyoya couldn't help but whisper, "I love you forever." Haruhi's eyes glistened with happiness, and though she said nothing, he understood every word.

Kyoya laid next to his wife later that night. Haruhi and he relaxed in silence as she was curled up against him, his arm wrapped around her, and his thumb drawing circles on her upper arm. Their smiles had not come off and he hoped they never would. It was the best day of Kyoya's life and he had never felt so complete.

"Hey, Kyoya." Haruhi whispered in the darkness.

"Yes, Haruhi?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"I'm sure you will whatever I say." He felt her smile against his chest, where her head lay.

"I think that you knew how you felt a long time ago." Kyoya was puzzled by her statement.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think that you started remembering your feelings for me long before you admitted it, but that you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. I think that you finally let your heart control as much as your brain and you conceded to your feelings because of it. I don't think that it was the memories in full that made you remember your feelings. I think that from the beginning your high school self repressed your heart and that you just didn't want to admit what you could not understand. I think you were scared." She paused for a moment before continuing.

"There is no way that your heart could possibly forget the way you felt. I think you resisted, but felt something nevertheless. Your fear of something that at the time you had never felt, kept you from coming to me despite understanding the situation. You, Kyoya Ootori, are human."

Kyoya smiled in the darkness. Of course she was right, his Haruhi was a tune to the nuances of time that he had learned long ago at a shopping mall. His pride would never let him say that she was right, but there was something he could say that would convey his thoughts. They had been through so much together, and he loved her to the moon and back, but he was still Kyoya Ootori.

"That's an intriguing notion in its own way."

The End.

Hi, readers. I am finally done. I apologize for the uber long wait, but life happens, and I had a busy two semesters. Nevertheless, I hope you have enjoyed this story! I have enjoyed writing it. I tried to incorporate as much as the show as I could in small details. ;) Thank you for reading and sticking with me through the journey that was Kyoya and Haruhi. :)

xMoon