Author's Notes: Here it is, the half-promised epilogue. Thank you all for coming along for the short ride, especially the reviewers. The next Ouran Host Club story I hope to address should focus on our King, Tamaki, and the lady Eclair; a couple which I've grown to love. When that story comes out, please do come read again.

Umehito Nekozawa & Renge Houshakuji: Ten Enounters - Epilogue

Budapest, Hungary. An indeterminate, plot-convenient amount of time after the events of the last chapter

Dearest Haruhi,

I hope this letter finds you well as usual. Your last letter about your summer job in Karuizawa sounds heavenly. You have no idea how blessed you are, situated in a quiet retreat away from the heated hustle and bustle of the cities, drunk with fresh air and the affection of the band of fine young men who've tailed you (again) to your workplace. In the passion of summer, when the fervor of youth guide so many down that tantalizing path of intimate physical discovery… Forgive me, the ink's turned a bit runny from my salivation.

Things could not have gone better with Father, who was even quicker to forgive after I introduced Nekozawa-sempai to him. It would seem that the Nekozawa family maid—you remember, Kuretake the frightful caretaker?—was not jesting after all, that the Nekozawas are indeed a famous and prosperous family with respectable lineage dating centuries back, the sort of thing a father appreciates in a prospective son-in-law.

No, he has not asked Father for my hand yet. I've decided to keep him pining and prolong this courtship a while, then prompt him (forcefully if need be; men can be slow to these things) when the time is right. He still has some kinks that I've got to work out of him. You ought to have seen his face when I half-jestingly suggested taking a vacation to Hawaii this summer, you'd have thought I just pronounced his death sentence. Instead, here we are in Budapest, visiting creepy Chateaus and shady castles. Had it not been for the room he reserved, with a balcony view over the Danube and the city, I'd have never gone along with the idea.

Before you think that we've already… we have not, and I doubt we shall in the near future. He reserved two rooms, side by side. He's such a chivalrous ninny when it comes to physical contact that he still stiffens like a log when I slip my arm through his when we go walking at night. I doubt I shall ever move him past second base at this rate, and it can be a little annoying at times, but its one of his good points as well, and there's something indescribably cute about how he blushes every time he asks me for permission to hold my hand…

Pardon me, there goes the ink again.

I miss all of you tremendously and cannot wait to rejoin you back at the Host Club. Say hello to the Twins and Mori-sempai for me, pat Honey-sempai on the head for me, kiss Kyouya-sempai for me (hey, worth a shot)… oh and Nekozawa-sempai sends his regards to Tamaki-sempai, and asks what he should bring him for a souvenir: a real witch's cauldron or an authentic upside-down cross. Boys and their toys, will they ever grow up?

I must be off now; we've reservations for a lakeside dinner and if we don't hurry we shall miss sunset. I will write again.

Loves and Kisses,

Houshakuji Renge

P.S. And in case I was not clear enough; I'm the happiest girl alive.