Every afternoon for the rest of the week, Yuki and Hazuki had lunch and dinner together with the host club, excluding Kyoya. Sometimes Yuki wouldn't make it because of dance rehearsal or Hazuki had a photo shoot, being the big model she is now. They couldn't do breakfast because the host club had morning classes and Yuki would sleep in.

Yuki was really struggling with herself as she tried to prepare herself for her reunion with the love of her life. Her feelings never left. They remained as strong as ever. There hasn't been a day that she didn't miss him. She missed him so terribly. She just wanted to run into his arms.

After she moved to America, Yuki tried to get over Kyoya with a string of boyfriends. Each one didn't last. If it was possible, they strengthened her love for Kyoya. Yuki kind of doubted that, but she was definitely sure it made her miss him even more.

She wondered if he looked any different. Did he still wear glasses? Did he dye his hair like Hikaru? Did he get any taller?

But Yuki's was so terrified of one thing. Did he move on? Did he no longer love her? Yuki prayed he was single and still loved her as much as she loved him. If he had moved on, Yuki would die. She had been hanging onto the hope that he is waiting for her and still loves her. She had missed him so much it hurt so badly...

Every night, Yuki tried to prepare herself. She experimented with makeup so she can look nice for him. Hazuki gave her a pale purple ball gown. Yuki secretly loved ball gowns. Like how she secretly loved her anime. Luckily, there was an anime club at Harvard.

But also, Yuki practiced a speech of what to say to him when she saw him. Should she apologize? Should she just say that she loves him and nothing else? Should she kiss him? Actions are more powerful than words...so should she run into his arms like she's been longing to? She even came up with the idea of having Hazuki pretend to be Yuki and handle it. But Hazuki told Yuki that this is something she has to do herself, which sent Yuki to Tamaki's corner for about a day.

And then the dreaded day came. Yuki couldn't even tell what she's feeling. She was so scared of being rejected. But she was so excited to be him. How could one person handle all of these feelings!? Is it even possible to be scared and excited and happy and sad all at once? Yuki questioned her sanity. She did this often, actually. If you look back at her life, its been the craziest and most unrealistic thing ever. Could it even be counted as a "life?"

Hazuki's dress fit perfectly on Yuki. She gave her matching gloves and mask. Yuki debated on her hair. Should she keep it down or put it up? Yuki usually has it in a ponytail because it was so hard to manage with it down.

"Yuki! We've come to play with you!" The twins called from the other side of the door to her apartment. Yuki answered the door. Kaoru was holding a box. They were both dressed sharply in a tux with their masks in their hands. Reika, fully grown, pounced on them and licked their faces with her fluffy tail wagging.

"Hi, Reika!" Hikaru laughed.

"We missed you, girl!" Kaoru scratched behind her ears.

"How the hell did you find me?" She demanded. Reika climbed off and redirected her attention to a bone.

"Hazuki." Yuki sweat dropped.

"Of course."

"Hazuki said that we can play with your hair!" The twins announced.

"No way! You aren't touching my hair!" Yuki snapped.

"Why not?"

"Because its not a toy!" The twins waltzed inside her apartment. Yuki had the choice of apartment or dorm, but she preferred the apartment. The dorm was filled with too many smokers and drinkers and wild college kids. She was one of those wild college kids last year, but she realized that it isn't what she wanted. So she got an apartment.

The twins found her hair brush. Yuki stepped away from them.

"C'mon! Let us play with your beautiful hair!"

"No!" They chased her around her apartment. The chase didn't last very long. When Yuki ran into the kitchen, she tripped on her dress and fell. The twins then tied her to a chair in the bathroom in front of the mirror. Hikaru started brushing her hair as she sat there, very irritated and plotted her revenge.

"Who said you get to brush her hair?" Kaoru demanded.

"Well it's only fair since you're curling her hair!"

"That's because I know how to use a curling iron!"

"How do you know how to use a curling iron...I don't even know how and I'm a girl..." Yuki muttered. They bickered over who got to brush her hair. "Shut up! Fair is fair. Hikaru, you brush. Kaoru, you curl. There. Happy? Stop bickering like you're kids."

"Sorry, Yuki..." They murmured in unison. An awkward silence had settled in. Kaoru was heating up the curling iron as Hikaru finished brushing.

"So, Yuki." Hikaru began.

"Are you currently seeing anyone?" Kaoru finished.

"Who wants to know?" Yuki demanded.

"We do." Hikaru bit her ear playfully while Kaoru licked the other. Yuki flipped out. Her face turned bright red and she thrashed around, trying to free herself. But her only accomplishment was knocking herself and the chair over on her side. The twins laughed and set her upright. "Just kidding. But seriously, are you?"

"Well, no...I'm not. But I think this guy in my dance class likes me. I don't know what he sees in me." Yuki explained.

"What's his name?" They pestered.

"Nick."

"Where does he live?"

"How in the bloody hell should I know?" Her accent came through, causing them to chuckle.

"Do you return those feelings?"

"No! He's just a close friend of mine!"

"Has he made a move on you?"

"What the hell is up with all these damn questions?" She demanded. They shrugged. Yuki thought she had accidentally hurt them because they looked a little sad in their eyes... "Sorry..." She looked at their eyes in the mirror. Yes, there was definitely sadness in them. What's going on?