Twin Devils

Chapter 16

(Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING)

(A/N: So how many of you are mad at me for last chapter lol

Yes, Hikaru is dating Seika. Yes Seika is working for Godfather Akuma. Yes, Kaoru is as clueless as ever. Yes, our poor Haruhi and her broken heart. And yes, I have been updating quickly.
I'm trying not to break my streak!

I'm very excited about this future chapters and I really hope that you love them like I do.

So please, just relax and enjoy the ride

FAIR WARNING: The next few chapters may need some feels assistance, as they are very emotional.)

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I was sick and tired of this. Hikaru and Seika were hanging all over each other like they were each other's life lines, and it was gross. Day and night, she was attached to his hips, like he was carrying her around with him as a token love if you could call it that. And what was worse was the way she carried him around. Seika would hook her arm around his waist and flaunt him around, not always verbally but also physically as well, thrusting her glory around like Hikaru was some sort of prize instead of a human being. A spoil of war. And it made me sick to think of it.

Everywhere. They were everywhere. The obnoxious couple was like a bad rash that couldn't be cured, or a ravenous infestation that had burrowed its way into my wounded heart. Oh, my heart ached terribly. Like deep inside, I hurt all over. Jealousy consumed me, though I didn't act on it. Every time he would wrap his arms around her, whisper sweet nothings into her ear, or even… say that he loves her, I don't get jealous. I get angry. Angry that this woman has caused my Hikaru to feel all of these false emotions, filling him to the brim with these fake feelings. It was sick that she could do something like this to a person.

Whenever you love someone, and they don't return that emotion, it is really a pain worse than death. The pain is doubled whenever you have to watch as they become tender with another. Seika Ayanokoji doesn't deserve the dirt he walks on. She is horrible for leading him on like that. And… I am horrible for not telling him. I am horrible to keep this from him… That's it. I must warn Hikaru about the danger he's in.

I stood tall now, currently in the kitchen of the Hitachiin manor. Bravely, I marched up the staircase, ready to face a grave if I had to. By the end of the day, Hikaru would know of the poison he's been living with. I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was already setting, red leaking through the sky. Guess I better hurry up.

With each step, my limbs started feeling as if they were laced with lead, my stomach being pitted with guilt. What if he doesn't believe me? What if he doubts me and gets angry? I can't risk losing him. I took a deep breath, at his door now. I have to do it. Even if he's angry at me, he must know the truth. Hesitantly, I knocked.

"Seika?" He called out optimistically, rushing towards the door and throwing it open expecting to see his girlfriend. The smile on his face was so excited, like a puppy awaiting the arrival of its master. Whenever he saw me, that smile dimmed down, into his smile close mouthed smile, tilting his head to the side and relaxing. "Oh, hey Haruhi. What's up?"

I winced. Ow. That stung. Not the time to deal with it, though. I pushed my way inside his room, pacing over to his bed, "Hikaru. We really need to talk."

He frowned at my serious tone, a bit puzzled to say the least. Letting the door close, he sat on the edge of his bed, "Alright then. Start talking."

"I… I'm not sure where to start," I looked over at him, that soft expression he wore, the broadness of his shoulder, the way he sat. Everything about him made me love him. And each time I see him, I fall in love with him all over again. I never knew that a love could be so deep and eternal whenever I had only felt this way for a short period of time. It seemed impossible, but this was not some petty crush. I wouldn't feel like this over a petty crush. Maybe… Maybe I should confess my feelings for him too. No. I can't. I must focus on him and only him. "I don't know how to tell you this, but Seika isn't all she seems."

Now he started to look suspicious, eyes narrowing, expression hardening as his lips began to form a line, "What do you mean?"

"This is hard to explain," I admitted, staring down at my hands.

Hikaru stood, fixing me in that stare of his that made me want to squirm under it, "Well. I have time to listen. Start talking, Haruhi."

Sighing, I began to explain everything, "Just, look. Seika doesn't love you. She's merely using you. I don't know what she's using you for, if it's for her own personal gain, or if she is working for someone. But I saw her the other day at the hospital. She made a call to some guy and was saying how she didn't love you and was using you. The only reason I'm telling you this is because I'm your friend and I don't want you to be played, I want you happy."

It took him a minute to respond, as if his body was soaking in this new and foreign information and processing it so that he could have a proper retaliation in our conversation. Slowly, ever so slowly, he blinked, and shook his head, "No. There's no way. Seika loves me. She tells me all the time."

"No, Hikaru," I sighed. "She's lying to you. It's easy to say something and not mean it."

"But, that doesn't add up. Our relationship has to be real. The way we're always together. That shows how much she loves me if she's willing to spend time with me," he nodded, looking to me as if to see if I had any objections.

I shook my head sadly, "Hikaru. The way she goes around with you, it's sick. She carried you around like a possession, not a human being. You're just a status for her. A gain. And I can't stand to see you like that. No one deserves to be like that."

Hikaru just kept shaking his head like he couldn't believe it, and I didn't blame it. It was a lot of information to take in, and a bit of a shock. Angrily, he brushed a hand through his mane of fiery hair, "What's wrong with you? Are you trying to break us up or something? Are you jealous of Seika, Haruhi?"

I don't know what came over me, but I just couldn't answer his question with words. Words wouldn't describe my pain. So I drew my hand back, and slapped him hard across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. His head snapped to the side, and he was wide eyed, shocked. I was steaming mad, glaring up at him, "Don't act like you know what I'm going through. Don't pretend that you how this feels."

Finally regaining his senses, Hikaru set his jaw, staring down at my tiny little form, "I'm sorry, Haruhi, but I choose to believe my girlfriend over what you have to say. I trust her."

I brushed past him, heading straight out of his room, "Then you're more hopeless than I thought."

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After my fight with Hikaru, I just needed out. I needed to get away. I don't know how I made it all the way out to the car without falling. My legs felt wobbly and weak, and my palms were all sweaty, stomach in knots. I saw that the family driver was in the drive way, and with horror, I realized that Seika's car was there too and that she was now spending her time with that idiot. Stumbling over to the driver, I asked him to take me to Ouran Academy. I knew it was late, but I also knew that nobody would bother me there. Plus, if I went to the roof, I could be alone under the stars and cry and no one would see me there.

As I sat in the car, I was shaking. So tense as we drove along, to the extent that my wrists shook and my teeth rattled. I was extremely in shock at what had just happened now that I had lost every once of bravery and adrenaline and I was thinking it over. Hikaru wouldn't believe me. And I could do nothing about it. That's the cold hard truth of it. In the end, Hikaru chose to believe Seika more. I leaned my head against the cushion, closing my eyes. Honestly, I just wanted to sleep. My body felt numb with pain, and a dull throb echoed through my body. Only later did I realize that was my heartbeat.

We soon arrived at the school, and I thanked the driver, making my way into the building. It was all dark and depressing looking, kind of matching my mood. No lights were on, so I shuffled through shadows, sometimes briefly illuminated in the silver wane moonlight. Shuffling into this secret stairwell, I made my way onto the roof, climbing step after step before swinging the heavy metal door open at the top.

I breathed in the fresh night air, a light breeze blowing faintly now that I was so high up. Walking out further, I saw all the plants that the agriculture class prided in being so beautiful. In the sheen of the moonlight though, they only looked ephemeral and melancholy.

The stars twinkled brightly, all caught in the black net of the sky, and they all looked so lonely with each other like they had given up. It was incredibly serene. I hugged myself closer to assure that I didn't fall apart.

I was startled by a voice speaking out, "'And when the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd Heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?' The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?"

I looked out at the person who just decided to recite poetry out of nowhere. Shocked, I asked, "Kyoya senpai? What are you doing here?"

The vice president of the club was sitting about ten feet away, and I'm not sure how I missed him though in my defense the night was dark and he did blend with the shadows. He sat on the ground, one leg tucked under his other leg which was bent in order to hold his elbow up. Resting back on his other arm, he looked very relaxed and nonchalant, glancing up at me. Surprisingly, he didn't wear his glasses as they were folded up on the ground beside him, so his beautiful slate eyes stared unadulterated into mine. Kyoya wore a simple white button up shirt that he obviously hadn't bothered to button up all the way (or roll down his sleeves) and some regular blue jeans. His hair was very unruly, but it kind of fit him. I always liked it whenever he looked messy and rugged because it fit him more than being uptight and proper all of the time. Only now did I see all the alcohol bottles that surrounded the man and the bottle of whiskey in his hand. All those empty bottles of Crown, Jager, and even a few bottles of vodka and bourbon. I would be surprised if he wasn't drunk. What actually surprised me above all else was that he was getting drunk off of hard liquor and not fine wine.

"Why are you out here so late, senpai?" I asked, forgetting why I was even here momentarily.

Shaking his head, Kyoya simply patted the ground beside him, meaning for me to sit there, "That was Jaga's favorite poem growing up, you know?" He completely ignored my question, continuing on. "The Tyger. By William Blake. I personally think he only truly liked it was because the name had a big cat in it. But maybe I'm wrong. It's a very deep poem."

I sighed, "Even when you're drunk, you are the smartest person I have ever met." Putting a hand on his shoulder, I decided I should take care of him before myself, "I think you've had enough to drink, Kyoya. How about we go inside now-"

Before I could even react, Kyoya grabbed my wrist, moving so that he leaned more over me as he held my wrist between us. His face was very close to mine, those eyes burning like fire into mine, ripping apart my stubborn resolve, and he was close enough that I could smell the rank alcohol wafting off of him. The way he stared down at me, and his proximity reminded me of that night by the ocean when he pinned me to the bed… Except this time, I felt like he was strangely more acute, moving with a more solid motion, holding my arm tight in his grasp. Slowly, he spoke, "'In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?' I heard your question perfectly. I didn't feel the need to answer it because it would gain me nothing. I know why I'm here, but I need to know why you're here. So." He paused, releasing his hold on me, and slumping back down into his relaxed previous position, offering me his whiskey. "Why are you here late at night breaking school rules, Haruhi?"

Feeling a bit brave, I grabbed the whiskey bottle, taking a large swig. This one was different than the others. I was instantly hit, like with a brick wall. The substance lit up my insides, the heat sliding down into my stomach and warming my entire body. It was so warm and fuzzy, like a good feeling and it made me relax, which just happened to make me feel terribly sad, bringing tears to my eyes. I shook my head, setting the whiskey back beside Kyoya, tears leaking out of my eyes and spilling down my cheeks, "I came here to be alone, Kyoya. I just want to cry. I never thought I could be in this much pain…"

He glanced over at me, stoic as he watched me cry. I was a mess, sobbing, all these pent up tears finally cascading down in big droplets, my eyes now red and puffy. I sniveled, looking over at him, the tears mercilessly flowing now. He sighed, "Oh Haruhi." Kyoya placed his hand on my cheek, gently brushing water away with his thumb. "Such an ugly crier. Guess we have that in common."

"Kyoya," I sniffled. "Have you ever just loved someone so much… So much. And then you watch them with everyone else, how they can throw around their emotions to another person who doesn't feel the same. And they will never return your love? So you are forced to live with this gut wrenching unrequited love, that you just can't tell anybody."

Kyoya suddenly dropped his hand to the cold ground, tilting his head up to stare into the dark and lonely stars. It was only when I looked into his face that I saw he was crying too, silently, tears slowly flowing down his face, illuminated as rivers of silver under the glowing moon, "You have no idea." Despite the crying, he had no hitch in his voice, no lump in his throat, and he spoke with that same cool and smooth voice. Slowly, he raked a pale hand through his dark mess of hair, clutching onto a few strands as he watched the sky. "I have loved more deeply than you could ever imagine."

I blinked, thoroughly, surprised. He then looked over to me, and gave me the saddest of smiles, one that held a lifetime of grief and sorrow inhabited by a body of just a few years. "Kyoya senpai," I whispered, feeling like if I spoke any louder I would break this bond that was forming between us. "You love someone?"

Instead of answering, he began to wipe all of the tears from my face, "I was always jealous of you, Haruhi. You always have his attention. It tore me apart."

Frowning, I tried to make sense of it all. Jealous? Attention? Him? "I don't understand-" Then it hit me. I knew all along and I just never guessed it. "You're in love with Tamaki."

Releasing a sigh, he nodded, returning my gaze and not bothering at all to clean his face off, "That's right. I assume you're talking about Hikaru. That makes us both in love with idiots, huh?"

I gave a little chuckle, and then nodded, "Yeah. Does that make us idiots for being in love with them?"

Giving that same sad smile that he had adorned a while ago, he nodded, "Oh absolutely. We are idiots. Ones of the highest degree." Turning towards me, he took my hand in his and just held it like that, "Listen. You should tell Hikaru your feelings. He deserves to know, and you deserve to tell him. Please, just do that. You don't have to say anything else, just let him know where you stand. Now Hikaru is a stubborn one, which is why I like Kaoru much better, but I believe you can break him. You're you. You can do anything, Haruhi. I believe in you." He offered another smile, slate eyes flashing. "Tell him. If it ends up good, great. That means you two can be together. If it ends up bad, oh well. At least he knows now. At least it's acceptable for you two to love each other…"

I knew exactly what he meant. He would never be accepted if he came out as gay, and that was horrible. He should be able to love who he loves without being hated for it. If I thought I had it rough, Kyoya has it a hundred times worse. His father would disown him, his school would frown upon him, and his associates would fear him. And just because he was in love. That's horrible that he has to live with that in a world like this. I nodded, wrapped my arms around him so that I could hug him, nuzzling in close. He was so warm, and I couldn't tell if it was him or the alcohol. Slowly, I felt his hands slid against my back, hugging me tight. He stunk of alcohol, the smell lingering on his body and clothes like a perfume, and the fragrance kind of fit our mood. I pressed a kiss to both of his cheek, right over the spots he had shed tears. "Thank you, Kyoya senpai," I whispered.

He nodded, dipping his head, and placed a chaste kiss against my forehead, mumbling against my skin, "Thank you Haruhi."

With that I stood and left a drunk Kyoya on the roof of Ouran Academy, alone and talking to the moon; reciting poetry to the stars.

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The car drive home seemed like the longest thing in my life. Ever. Funny how time seems to stretch out at some moments and seem way too fast in others. I closed my eyes, leaning on the window as I tried to sort out exactly what I was going to say to Hikaru. The cool glass really helped me to think up some ideas. It had to be short and sweet. My emotional state was much too frayed at the moment to have a long winded speech about my love to the boy. But it couldn't be too short either. Like, it had to have meaning. Ugh. I'm too tired for all of this.

We pulled up in the long driveway, and to my relief I saw Seika's car parked on none of it. When we rolled to a stop, I thanked the driver and got out, going up the front steps. I was beginning to dread the sight of the Hitachiin manor. All that I could say was that I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door.

Kaoru was home, a little bruised and bandaged, but home nonetheless. A smile crept up on my face despite what had happened; the sight of my boy coming home was overwhelming me with happiness. Then I saw Hikaru standing beside him and my high hopes plummeted once more.

Kaoru spotted me, and gave that adorable little smile, chuckling, "Hey Haruhi. Welcome back."

"I should be saying the same to you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home today?" I went over, sure to gently wrap my arms around him and hug him (didn't want to break him again) and hoped that he couldn't smell the alcohol on me.

"I didn't really plan it," He said, scratching the back of his head.

Releasing him, I notice that Hikaru was glaring at me from the corner of my eyes, setting his lips in a tight line.

I decided that I didn't care, returning the hateful gaze, staring up at him.

Kaoru blinked, looking between us. I guess he sensed that he didn't want to get into it, because he gave a nervous laugh, "Wow. Look at the time! It's pretty late. I think I'm just going to shower, and then head on to bed. Night, guys. Hope you sleep well."

We both waited, watching as Kaoru limped down the hall on crutches, clumsily making it into his room, then I decided it was appropriate to talk. Apparently, so did Hikaru.

"So are you done with your little jealousy spat?" He asked, looking away.

Taking a deep breath, I became very interested in my shoes, "Hikaru. I need to tell you something. And it's kind of hard for me to say it."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "If it's not important, don't waste my time with it."

"But it is important!" I snapped, succeeding in shutting him up. "What I have to confess are my idiotic feelings for you. That's important right? The fact that I am hopelessly and shamelessly in love with you is important, right? There I said it. I'm in love with you, Hikaru. I've been in love with you for a while now; I just doubt either of us have known it. There. Now you know my feelings. Take them or leave them."

The look upon Hikaru's was a bit priceless. He was obviously shocked, eyes wide and mouth agape like a child's, and he looked as if words had fled him as well. Slowly, I noticed he was regaining himself, mainly because he cleared his throat and got that tough expression on his face once more. "So that's how you feel? I'm with Seika, Haruhi. And I knew you were jealous. I knew it."

That hurt. I confess to him, and he still blames me of jealousy. I shook my head, starting past him, "Whatever. If that's what you want to believe. I'm going to bed.

He caught my arm as I walked past, gripping tight onto my forearm as he stared ahead. "You stink," He said, clearly pretty observant. "Like alcohol. Where were you?"

"Why do you care? You've already made it clear how you feel about me, and it's obvious you don't feel the same way, so anything I do means nothing to you. I am nothing to you," I shrugged out of his grip, huffing as I glared up at him.

He hit his chest once, growling in slight anger, staring angrily at me full force. "You could've dated me. But you got with my brother instead. So the ship has sailed. You missed your chance. You know what," He paused, digging under his shirt and pulled out the glimmering Gemini necklace that I had given him. I was honestly unaware that he even still wore the useless trinket. Even though the necklace was cheap and tacky, it still hurt whenever he ripped it off his neck, handing it out to me. "Take this back. I don't want it anymore. It was a symbol of our friendship. I guess it's not, anymore." His voice was a dead serious one, not angry, not tired, but serious. And it affected me more than any number of hours spent shouting.

I think I was the one taking this horribly. I mean, when he shattered the chain, and each piece tinkled to the floor like dust, I choked back a sob, reminded of what he was doing to my heart. This was terrible. How could he do something like this? I knew I must have looked horrified at the action because Hikaru actually winced, then looked away like he wouldn't look at me. With trembling fingers, I grasped the necklace, clutching it close to my chest. "Okay," I whispered, feeling weak and vulnerable like someone had just removed my shell. "If that's how you feel."

I turned, ready to shuffle away into my room and cry myself to sleep. Suddenly, the front door was thrown open, Ranka running in all giddy and dressed fully as a woman. My father laughed, giggling almost, and I don't know which flabbergasted me more: the fact that he giggled or that he was back in Japan. "Hello my darling daughter!"

"Dad," I frowned. "What are you doing here?"

He looked so proud of himself, laughing and applauding himself. Twirling to make his skirt spin, he flicked his red locks behind his shoulder, "I came here to tell you the good news, dear. My job interview is going so well in the states! The bosses are all so impressed up there! So guess what? Pack your bags, my dear! WE'RE MOVING TO AMERICA! Get some rest, daughter! Our flight leaves tomorrow! Haha!"

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The morning was awkward. Ranka had explained to the twin's parents as I said my goodbyes to Kaoru, hugging him. Hikaru hadn't bothered to show. Though Kaoru had reassured me that his twin had spent all night up and about, tossing and turning. Only I knew what had actually happened.

Early in the morning, Hikaru came back to my room, busting in without even considering. He looked so much softer than last night, like he was actually caring for once. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, a habit that the twins both did when they were nervous. "So Haruhi," He cleared his throat. "I just came back to say that I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm so so so sorry for it. I was stupid, and I shouldn't have done that."

I looked him over. He looked gaunt, like he really had slept very fitfully. And I almost felt bad for him. Almost. "Is that all?" I was preoccupied with packing, and really needed to get that done, shutting my suitcase.

"Well, yeah." He looked like he was waiting on my response, like I was just going to completely melt back into his arms and become his little play thing just because he apologized.

I shrugged, "Okay. That's great. Anything else?"

The fierce twin frowned, looking like he was trying to get all these words out at once, but had no idea of how to do it. "Haruhi… Listen."

"No Hikaru," turning my back on him, I started away. "I don't think I will."

Suddenly, I was grabbed, pinned against the wall by Hikaru, him staring down at me, "Please… Hear me out." Our bodies were close together, and the look in his eyes was so pleading, the feeling of his hands on my arms sending shocks through my body. The way he gazed at me was the equivalent a dog would look fighting for its owner's attention.

Releasing a faint gasp, I stood there shocked, staring up at Hikaru. We hadn't been this close in a while, and you could almost see the tension between us. He looked like he really had something on his mind, though I doubt it was about the issue at hand. I started to notice everything about him: the bit of collarbone peeking out of his shirt, the way his neck just fit him, the angle and curve of his jawline, how soft his lips looked…

I think he was observing the same thing. Hikaru's eyes stared into mine, then he looked down at my lips, biting his own, and then looking back into my eyes. Ever so slowly, he closed the space between us, trying to kiss me.

With all of my might and willpower, I shoved the man off of me, shaking my head angrily, "No, Hikaru. I will not allow this. You are either with her, or you're with me. I'm not that kind of girl."

And with that, I left to meet with all the people in the other room.

But now I was at the airport with my father, waiting for our flight departure to America and sitting in one of the waiting sections. I was actually ready to move out of the country. Sure, I would miss the Host Club. But at least I would be rid of Seika and my stupid feelings. Maybe distance would help me get over him… Yeah, even I didn't believe that statement.

Releasing a sigh, I stared outside the window, watching as the plane started up. My dad sat beside me, gushing over some America fashion magazine something or another, but I wasn't really in the mood for paying attention. I was paying attention to a certain red haired twin. I even thought I could hear Hikaru's voice, calling out to me, "Haruhi! Haruhi!"

As I sat forward, I realized that I was hearing his voice. The idiot was running through the hall, shouting my name frantically and searching each gate. I frowned, running out to meet him, thoroughly confused as to why he was here, "Hikaru? What… What is this, exactly?"

Panting, the twin had a slight sheen of sweat on him like he had been running, which he obviously had been. Shaking his head, took a few moments to just breathe, catching his breath, "You… Idiot…" He panted.

I blinked. Those weren't exactly the first words I was expecting.

"How dare you… Making me fall in love with you… Then running off to America… Stupid… Girl…" He put his hands on his knees, doubling over as he inhaled deeply.

Now this was truly a shock. Had I heard him correctly? Love? "Hikaru, if this is a joke, this is cruel."

Hikaru stood now, tall and proud, and he laughed, "No. Certainly not a joke. That was an important reason to come running after you, right? Because I've loved the girl ever since I first laid eyes on her, right? I think I might consider that a pretty big reason to act like a fool and run after you like I did. Now that I'm here, will you let me speak? I… I have something important to tell you."

Still processing everything, I slowly nodded, allowing him to speak.

Stepping forward, his large hands took mine into their custody, holding each of them as he spoke to me, his golden eyes shining fiercely in the fluorescent lighting of the airport. Even after all that had happened, he smiled at me. "Haruhi Fujioka. For as long as I can remember, I have loved you, alright? And what I did the other night was totally unacceptable. You're my best friend, Haruhi. You've always been there for me, in my time of need, in my times of want. I can always count on you, and I should've trusted your judgment. I'm sorry that I didn't. Because it was true. And then… Well, I was an idiot. I broke my favorite necklace, the one that you gave to me, and I just don't think that I can express how sorry I am about that with words alone. So let me do this." He paused, one arm looping around my waist and pulling me closer against him. My hands instantly went to his chest, bracing myself for anything that he may be doing, staring up at him with large bambi eyes. Hikaru smiled down at me, and chuckled a little, placing his other large hand on the back of my head, holding me there as he gently rested his forehead against mine. He closed his eyes, just resting like that. I couldn't help but stare at him, unsure how to feel.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the warmth of his breath hitting my face as he spoke. Slowly, he pulled away, and I was certain I was blushing insanely. He continued, "And I want to start a relationship with you. If you're okay with that. I mean, we both just admitted we loved each other so it's kinda pointless if we don't get together, right?"

"B-But, what about Seika?" I stammered.

Hikaru grinned again, as if he had planned for that this time, "Dumped her. I got a friendly tip about what she was doing, and decided I was spending my time on the wrong girl. So what do you say, Haruhi? Will you be my girlfriend?"

I stood dumbfounded, probably looking stupid to this crowd of people who had gathered around us, interested for a show. Shaking my head, I blinked again, "I-I don't really know what to say, Hikaru, I-"

Again, I was silenced by Hikaru's warm palm sliding against my other hip so both of his hands were holding me close to him. He sighed, "Come on, Haruhi. Do not turn me down in front of all of these after I said all of that embarrassing stuff. I ran a long way to get here, bribed a security guard with my body, had to ask light a gazillion assistants to assist me in finding you-"

I found myself laughing, a light chuckle that was one I often had with Hikaru. Smiling up at him, I shook my head, "Shut up and kiss me already."

That was all the reassurance he needed. Hikaru grinned, "With pleasure." He lifted me up, spinning me around, then dipped me like in the movies, giving me an Oscar worthy kiss.

Behind us somewhere, Ranka was tearing up our plane tickets, smiling as he watched his daughter be happy with the person that she loved. He understood. He would find another job.

As for right now, I was officially in a hopefully long and happy relationship with the boy of my dreams, Hikaru Hitachiin. My troubles were over.

Or, so I thought.

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A/N: Yay! Hikaru and Haruhi finally got together! WHEW! And tons of other stuff happened. And tons of other stuff WILL SOON happen. Oh, and I don't remember who asked for drunk Kyoya, but there he is. I think it was Karnevalfreak59, so there.

THIS IS NOT THE END

Trust me.

Guys, I am really proud of myself. I finished this chapter in like 13 hours or something like that. That's great for me. Woohoo!

Oh, and if you guys haven't heard, we lost a great hero. Robin Williams. I learned of his death today, so this chapter goes in tribute to the great man that we lost. Really set free, Rob. R.I.P.