For the last time, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

Twenty years after the death of Tamaki Suoh

Haruhi grabbed a blanket from the closet in the hallway and wrapped it around herself as she sat on the floor in front of Tamaki's shrine. Over the years, she had visited less and less often, though the rose was still changed every day. It had been several months since she'd been to the mansion. Kazuki lived in the main Suoh mansion with his grandfather, and had considered moving it there, but she had convinced him to leave it so she could visit without intruding on his life.

This visit was special. Though she knew Tamaki was still watching over all of them, she still liked to catch him up on the events in her life. It was cathartic to speak to him. She had a busy day ahead of her, so she made the time to come before all the chaos got out of hand.

She shifted herself until she was comfortable, wishing she had brought a chair from another room, cursing her aging body.

She sighed and began her one-sided conversation. "You've been gone twenty years, my beloved prince. It seems so long ago, but sometimes just like yesterday. Some days, I don't recognize myself, and it's not just the gray strands in my hair, or the wrinkles that have formed on my face. It's just that some days, I don't feel like that girl you fell in love with, or that fell in love with you."

Haruhi sat quietly for a while as the grandfather clock in the hallway ticked away the minutes.

"We celebrated Christmas last week. As you know, we moved it to the Ootori mansion after Kyoya and I moved there. It's still done Tamaki Suoh-style. The kotatsu is so much larger now that when it started when it was just the two of us and our single friends.

"Risa announced she would be bringing her boyfriend tonight. She didn't tell us his name, but it's a big step for her to bring someone to such an important family event. She's surprisingly secretive where her love life is concerned, or maybe she's as dense as her mother. I know Kazuki is, or was, until Fumiko blindsided him. A part of me has always known they loved each other, but I thought it was as friends." Haruhi paused and softly chuckled, "I guess I was blindsided by her confession, too."

Haruhi sighed again. "And now they're getting married. Tonight, our little Kazuki Suoh will marry the only girl he's ever loved - Hunny's daughter, Fumiko Haninozuka."

She smiled at the shrine. The pictures had faded, but Tamaki hadn't aged a day. Her beautiful, lonely prince was still vibrant at twenty-nine, while she was fading at nearly forty-eight. She wondered what her life would have been if Tamaki had never boarded that plane, but she pushed the thought away. At this point, she couldn't imagine her life without Kyoya. She had long ago decided Tamaki would never begrudge her the happiness she'd found with the Shadow King.

Just then, her phone began to buzz. She pulled it from her pocket and answered. "Kyoya?"

"I know you're visiting Tamaki, but your father has just arrived and is demanding to see you." Her father, now sixty-seven, was beside himself that his grandbaby was getting married. Since the engagement, he'd pulled all his usual dramatics, and it was becoming more and more difficult to deal with his antics as the New Year's Eve wedding date grew closer. And Kyoya's patience with the aging diva was becoming thinner and thinner.

"I'll be there soon. I'm just finishing up here."

The call was disconnected and Haruhi slowly rose from the floor, her muscles protesting the movement. "I am too old to sit on the floor like this. Next time, I need a chair." She picked up a picture of Tamaki and gave it a kiss. "Until next time."

All the bustle at the main Suoh mansion was a lot to take in. People were everywhere in preparation for the impending nuptials. The winter had been mild, so there was no snow on the ground, though there was a chill in the air. Yuzuru had arranged for several large, heated tents to be set up in the back of the estate. There was one for the wedding ceremony, one for the kitchen staff and caterers, and another large enough for a dining area and dance floor. All the tents were windowed so the scenery of the estate could be enjoyed. Each tent was also adorned with flowers and tulle, inside and out.

Kazuki, now twenty-four, and his grandfather's apprentice and heir, stood stoic amongst the organized chaos. He was already dressed in his formalwear, awaiting his guests in the ceremony tent.

Haruhi and Kyoya were the first to arrive, along with the twins and their daughter, now fourteen and thirteen, respectively.

Ranka arrived in a separate car after them. He had been calmed down by Haruhi before they left the Ootori estate. The twins wasted no time leaving their parents behind to cause trouble for the staff. Kyoya and Ranka trailed the boys in an attempt to curtail their subterfuge, while Haruhi made her way to the room where Fumiko would get ready for the ceremony.

Hunny and Reiko were the next to arrive, bringing the bride and their younger children, Sachika and Sora, now seventeen and fifteen. Hunny quickly scouted the area to make sure Kazuki was nowhere in sight so he wouldn't see Fumiko before the wedding.

Mori and Hisa followed shortly after Hunny with their youngest son, Rin, now seventeen, who bore a striking resemblance to his father. Their eldest son, Hiroki, now twenty, didn't want to come with his parents like a child, so he drove to the event in his own vehicle.

Several other guests arrived as the afternoon dipped into evening. Suoh, Ootori, and Haninozuka business associates were in attendance. Hunny's parents arrived to watch their granddaughter's wedding, as did Chika and his wife and family. Mori's parents also attended, since Fumiko was their niece. Mori's brother Satoshi and his wife and family were invited as well, and they heartily accepted and sat with Mori. Yuzuru made his way directly to the ceremony tent. At eighty, he couldn't risk being in the cold for too long.

Kaoru, Hayame, and their sixteen-year-old Hana didn't arrive until well after the entire Morinozuka clan had settled into their seats. Toichi was twenty now, and not as easily entertained as when he was three, so he took a separate car so he could leave when the event became boring.

Most of Kyoya's family were in attendance. They had watched Haruhi's children grow over the years, and had formed a tight bond with them. Yoshio admired Kazuki's serious nature and quiet determination, and Risa's dramatics were as endearing to him as those of Fuyumi when she was growing up.

Akito had long ago patched the rift between himself and his father, but turned Kyoya down when he'd offered him a position within the Ootori Group if he moved back to Japan. He loved his life in America, and didn't want to uproot his children and wife or himself. Their lives were no longer in Japan, and Kyoya understood. Akito and Sarah had been extended an invitation, but they had declined, promising to visit again when their schedules were less hectic. Their son Ben had a sports tournament commitment over the holiday break, so the American Ootori family couldn't get away.

Hikaru, Gemma, and Amaya, now fourteen, arrived at the mansion fashionably late, just before the ceremony was supposed to begin. But for Hikaru, "fashionably late" was on time, so he didn't see a problem with it.

Everyone took their seats and waited for the ceremony to begin.

In a bedroom overlooking the grounds, Haruhi, Reiko, Risa, and Sachika assisted Fumiko with the finishing touches. Fumiko was a stunning bride. She wore her hair down in big, soft curls that flowed to the middle of her back. A diamond tiara was set in her golden locks with a long veil. Her dress was a tiered ball gown confection of white organza detailed with diamond beading.

Our little prince has found his princess. Haruhi couldn't help thinking to herself as she watched this young woman who would soon be her daughter.

Reiko and Haruhi sent Risa and Sachika ahead to take their places, then they walked with Fumiko to the back door of the mansion. There, Hunny was waiting in a cart to take them to the ceremony tent. At the tent, Haruhi smiled at Fumiko and squeezed a sniffling Reiko's hand. She went inside and took her seat between Kyoya and their children.

The ceremony was beautiful and left most of the guests in tears, or at least attempting to hold back their waterworks. There was something truly moving about a couple who had known each other their entire lives, who had grown up together, who had been the best of friends, who had found love with one another. Afterwards, the guests filtered into the reception tent.

Haruhi and Kyoya were seated with their friends and their wives. Their children were seated together, mostly by age. Risa, Sachika, Hiroki, Rin, and Toichi sat together since they were the oldest, while Hibiki, Naoki, Chiaki, Sora, Hana, and Amaya were seated together, upsetting Hana. Toichi refused to let his little sister sit at his table, though.

There was food and dancing and speeches and cake, much to Hunny's delight. The old Host Club members spent some amount of time catching up and reminiscing about their own past experiences and recalling Kazuki and Fumiko's lifelong courtship. But eventually, their attentions were focused more on the younger generation who seemed to be attempting to figure out love.

The first one Kyoya noticed was his own daughter. Chiaki was thirteen and seemed to not be able to pull her eyes away from Mori's son Rin. He was seventeen, and sat at a different table, but that didn't seem to matter. He began watching Rin to see if the little punk had any ideas on his little girl, but he wasn't even looking at her. She didn't exist. Instead, Rin was focused on Kaoru's daughter Hana, a beautiful sixteen-year-old redhead who had been upset when her older brother wouldn't let her sit with them.

Haruhi put her hand on his arm, drawing his attention back to her, and asked what was on his mind.

"I think I'm starting to channel your father's overprotective dad ways. And Tamaki's. Chiaki seems to be smitten with Rin, but he is ignoring her in favor of Hana. At first, it ticked me off because I don't want our little girl interested in boys, not yet, at least. But now, a part of me is upset the boy in question doesn't return her feelings."

Haruhi laughed. "It'll be okay. Rin is not her first crush. Last month, she was obsessed with Yuji Nekozawa, who is a year above her in middle school."

"How did I not know this?"

"She didn't want me to say. This infatuation with Rin will pass, but you should get used to this feeling."

Kyoya pushed his glasses up and sighed. He looked around and noticed there was more going on than he saw before.

Hunny's son, Sora, and Hikaru's daughter, Amaya, sat across from each other at the end of their table exchanging shy, awkward glances. There was a mutual attraction between the two and they managed to hold conversation, but they were both too embarrassed to make a move. He just shook his head.

Haruhi and Kyoya attempted to keep a sharp eye on their twin boys. Though they were fourteen, they weren't nearly as interested in the opposite sex like their younger sister. Instead, they had been inspired by stories told by Hikaru and Kaoru about the hijinks they had pulled when they were growing up. Hibiki and Naoki were always looking for new, though relatively harmless, ways to cause mischief for those around them. They were very much their own people, but the Hitachiins had shown them how useful being an identical twin could be. Luckily for Haruhi and Kyoya, they had both mastered how to tell their twins apart.

Risa approached her mother and stepfather with a tall young man in tow. She introduced him as Kenji Kuze. Kyoya's eyes grew wide. What were the chances his stepdaughter would be dating the son and heir of his high school rival, Takeshi Kuze?

Risa explained they had attended Ouran together, but he was a year above her, and they didn't have the same circle of friends since she was always more creative and artsy and he was into sports. He had dined at her restaurant a few months prior and requested to compliment the chef in person. When he found out Risa was the chef, manager, and owner of the establishment, he was intrigued. She was a Suoh, after all, and didn't have to work as hard as she did. He was impressed with her passion for the culinary arts, and fascinated by her drive to succeed.

The young couple dismissed themselves from her mother's presence so they could dance. Haruhi smiled again as she gazed at Kyoya, who still looked shocked. There were only subtle hints of this, but after knowing him so long, she knew the signs.

Haruhi couldn't ease his mind. She saw the way her daughter looked at the young Kuze, but she had also noted how he'd looked at her. "They're in love, Kyoya. They didn't say it, but I see it. She's never talked about anyone like that, and her eyes lit up and her smile was brighter. There will be another wedding in three or four years."

Kyoya didn't respond. They sat back down at the table. Eventually, they eased back into conversation with their friends. The older club members watched as the young ones fumbled. Toichi, trying to stave off boredom, asked Sachika to dance. The request surprised the girl, because most boys were intimidated by her. She was a skilled martial artist, and exceptionally talented at the Haninozuka style. Boys mostly challenged her to karate matches, not dancing. For her, at least, the grace of her martial arts training did translate to her dancing, which surprised Toichi.

Rin finally worked up the nerve to ask Hana. She enjoyed the attention, and enthusiastically said yes. Chiaki fumed the entire dance, never breaking her stare. During the next dance, Hana asked Hiroki to dance, and he shrugged in agreement. It was Rin's turn to be jealous as his older brother waltzed with Hana. Sora asked Amaya to dance, and she agreed, but they stood as far apart as possible and didn't look at each other. When they did make eye contact, they both immediately looked away and blushed redder than they had before.

The last dance of the reception was at midnight. Kyoya held Haruhi in his arms as they danced. Haruhi was tired, and her emotions were starting to get the best of her as tears welled up in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

She tilted her head toward Kazuki and Fumiko, who had a tight hold on each other on another part of the dance floor, exchanging little kisses and whispers. "I can't help thinking how much Tamaki would have loved to be here, to watch his son get married." Then she shifted her gaze to Risa and Kenji, who were dancing a respectable distance apart, but were gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. "And to meet his daughter's boyfriend." She paused and said with a light giggle. "Okay, maybe not so much meeting the boyfriend, but to know she was happy."

Kyoya pulled her close to him in a strong embrace and whispered in her ear. "He is here, my love. That idiot wouldn't miss this for the world."

He kissed her cheek, and she hugged him even closer, happy tears trailing down her face.

THE END

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