There is a thin ribbon of red pouring from the mouth of the bottle into the clear glass of the decanter, and Kyouya can only think of his own blood, flooding from his heart to his brain until his body becomes as cold and brittle as fossilized ice. His best friend is getting married, and has just asked him to be the best man at the wedding.

Haruhi and Tamaki are now married, with new jobs and two children. Ugh i suck at summaries inside is better, I promise! rated T to be safe.