It's currently four in the morning and 'This is Gospel' has decided to be the soundtrack to this intro (even though it has nothing to do with the story). I'm supposed to be sleeping so that I can wake up at 9am, but my mind has the weird tendency to get lively at this time. Anyways, it's been 6-7 months since the last update. Thanks alot writer's block.

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Warning:My grammar hasn't improved much…or at all. Extreme Grammar Nazis stay away or feel free to correct me.

Ps: the italics are a flashback

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. I only have enough creativity to use them for mediocre fanfiction.


Ootori's didn't sulk, they radiated confidence. They didn't sit on the couch staring blankly at a tv screen all day, they used their time wisely and efficiently. They were certainly not the annoying type, they were the perfect picture of cool. So what the heck was Kyoya doing?

He sat glumly on the couch, flipping through the channels. Boring, boring, oh look! Boring. So much for staying at home to enjoy the day with Haruhi. She refused to even glance at him and avoided him as much as possible. It wasn't exactly hard considering the size of the house. He sighed loudly for what must have been the hundredth time that morning.

His phone rang, making him turn his head reluctantly. He glared at it, as if somehow that would solve his problems, and answered.

Haruhi watched from the stairs as he answered yet another phone call. He'd picked up about three so far and all she could do was wince at each one. Why didn't he just ignore the calls?

''Hello?"

''What do you mean 'Who is this?' You called, you should know who I am."

"Well, maybe next time you should back up your contacts before getting a new phone."

"Well, welcome to the 21st century old man. Young adults can be rude to whomever they want to."

"Yeah, well I hope you see YOUR mother soon. Maybe your kids will send flowers to your grave."

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"Fine, I'm having a terrible day already anyways. Losing one measly company deal is nothing."

"Goodbye, whoever you are." He hung up and threw the phone onto the table. Kyoya rubbed his eyes and and hung his head on his hand. His elbows were painfully poking his thighs as he hung his head.

He looked up when Haruhi cleared her throat from behind him. "I'm going out. I'll see you at dinner."

"What about lunch? Didn't we agree to meet the director of the resorts at noon?"

"I don't recall ever agreeing to that. You go ahead, I have other plans."

"Seriously, Haruhi?"

"Yes, seriously. Good luck getting those 'measly company deals' back." She grabbed her coat and put on her shoes, muttering, "You're not very good at apologizing."

He stood up, unsure if he could hug her or something. Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he'd last given her a hug. "I'm sorry."

She was a little surprised at the sudden apology but shrugged it away and reached for her keys.

"Sorry for always being away. Sorry for being a workaholic."

Haruhi pulled the door open. He held her hand on the doorknob.

"Sorry that I can't express my emotions as well as you wish," he ran his free hand through his hair. "I'm sorry that you didn't know what you were getting into when we got married. "

She stopped. "What?"

"I'm sorry Haruhi, but you should have known that it was going to be this way. I told you that I wouldn't have much time to spare and that it wouldn't be easy for me to be affectionate. I'm sorry if you're miserable because of it, but really, you should have known."

Her eyes filled with hot, angry tears. She pulled her hand out of his. It hit the door but she ignored it. "I should have known?"

"Yes, you should have known that when you're an Ootori loneliness is inevitable."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and fixated her gaze on the floor in front of her. ''You're right, I should have known…" she started quietly continuing with a steadily increasing voice. "Known that you'd be a greedy, selfish, rich, bastard until the very end. But you know what? You should have known that I'd have been willing to endure it all if only you showed even a sliver of interest in something other than your stupid career! I guess that was too much to hope for, right?" She wiped her tears before they could fall.

Kyoya closed the door. He was pretty riled up by then. He'd given her everything - a home, financial stability, he'd even risked losing his best friend and she called HIM selfish? She was as interested in her career as him! What had she given up for him besides her surname? "I guess it was. I thought you'd come around to being like the wives of other rich men, but I see you're the same as always. Maybe I should have married the daughter of a business partner. At least then, something beneficial would have come of it! I mean we've been married for 5 years, we're 25 years old for Christ's sake and you still don't want to give me a child!" At this, Haruhi's head shot up. "At least I'd have a son or daughter or both by now! But of course, you don't want children to get in the way of you becoming a successful lawyer! They would ruin your precious pla-"

SMACK

Kyoya stopped mid-sentence, trying to process the stinging burn in his cheek. He was stunned, the momentary flash of pain in his eyes concealed by a quick tilt of his head. The lenses of his glasses reflected the sunlight coming from the window next to the door.

Meanwhile, Haruhi's eyes were harsh. Her brown eyes were suddenly colder and fiercer than he thought possible.

"If you want to wonder about what could have been then let me have a turn. If I had listened to everybody maybe I'd be married to Tamaki. Then at least I'd be happy." Haruhi left the house then, slamming the door behind her and Kyoya was left standing there, staring at it.


One ring.

"Please pick up." Kyoya sat in his office chair anxiously tapping his foot.

Two rings.

"C'mon, you idiot. I need you." The chair didn't seem to be as comfortable as it was yesterday.

Three rings.

"Hello there, mon ami!" The annoyingly cheerful voice of his best friend rang out.

"Damn it!"

"Thank you for calling me! I'm sorry that I can't pick up the phone right now, but I'll return your call as soon as possible! Don't forget to leave a message after the beep! Beeeeep! Hahaha I bet you fell for that one huh? Okay, but seriously now." Beep

"Tamaki, call me, or at least answer my texts you dolt. Goodbye."

Kyoya started to pace around his office. It was well past midnight and Haruhi wasn't home. He'd called Ranka, but she wasn't there. He could tell by how frantic Ranka had become. In the end, Kyoya had to lie and say she had just arrived.

She had to be with Tamaki. The twins were in Paris for a fashion show. Honey and Mori were visiting a new dojo in China. Renge had gone to visit her father. Haruhi wasn't in any hotel (he had called every hotel he could think of, even going as far as using a phone book). It's not like he could call the police - the scandal would be too big.

Maybe he should go drive around again? He really only drove himself around when it was an emergency. A fifth time won't hurt.

Kyoya grabbed his keys and coat. Before he could fully step out of the house his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Kyoya, she's with me," Tamaki said quietly.

"She is? Oh thank god. I'll be there in-"

"No...She didn't want me to call you." Tamaki paused. As opposed to his usual spontaneous speech, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. I just knew you'd be worried so I went against her wishes."

"She's my wife. I have to go see her."

"I know but, you have to understand, she doesn't want to see you."

"I don't care."

"Then you should start caring!" Kyoya heard Tamaki take a deep breath and mutter something before speaking up again. "This is why you messed up Kyoya. Now you just have to-"

"Wait it out? You know I'm not that type of person."

"- own up to it. You messed up and you know it."

"I know...I just don't know how."

"Figure it out. Until then, unless Haruhi says otherwise, I won't let you get near her."

"You can't do that! She's MY wife, Tamaki! And you're supposed to be my best friend."

"I am your best friend Kyoya, but I'm also hers. As Haruhi's best friend, I want to fulfill her wishes. As yours, I made this exception. So here is some advice: Stop and think about everything. You sound awfully whiny right now and for somebody who's more perceptive than most people, you sure have missed too much."

"Can't you just tell me? How am I supposed to find out if she refuses to talk about it!"

"You really aren't yourself lately, my friend."

When there was no answer, Tamaki shook his head and continued.

"Don't worry about her, Haruhi is fine. Goodbye Kyoya." Then he hung up.

Kyoya stalked into his bedroom, took one look at the bed and stepped back into the hallway. He couldn't sleep there until she came back. It felt empty without her. Instead, he walked back into his office and started some paper work. If that didn't distract him, nothing would.


Tamaki rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes. Kyoya was as stubborn as a certain brunette in the next room. The whole thing still felt surreal. There was his first love, sleeping in his house, but not because she lived there. It was because she was in a fight with Kyoya, his best friend, her husband.

Haruhi had shown up so suddenly. Her eyes were full of regret and satisfaction with hints of sadness.

"Master Tamaki, you have a visitor."

"A visitor? Really?" he glanced at the clock. It was 8pm, not too late, but not very early either. "Please let them in."

"Yes sir."

Haruhi trudged through the doorway. Her shoulders were slumped, her gaze was distant but overwhelming with emotions. Overall she looked tired.

"Haruhi, what are you doing here?"

" I'm - I'm looking for a place to sleep." she says weakly.

Tamaki was confused. "A place to sleep? Is there something wrong with your house? Isn't Kyoya there today? Why…"

"It's okay Sempai. I came to you because I didn't want to worry my dad , and Renge is out of town. but if you're not comfortable I can look for a hotel."

"You don't like hotels."

"I don't like bothering people either."

"No, no...I don't mind you staying here Haruhi. I just want to know what's wrong."

"Not much. Can I ask for another favor?"

"Of course."

"If Kyoya comes around or calls tell him I'm not here. And please don't call him."

"But he deserves to -"

"Please." Her already pleading look intensified.

He looked away. "Sure. But why?"

"It's - I - Can I explain in the morning? I haven't had a day this long since...that incident."

"Of course. Do you need somebody to escort you?"

"No, I've been up there enough times to know the way."

"Just in case, I'll take you. I was actually heading up there myself." She glanced at his apron. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Well...okay then "

They ascended the stairs in silence. He opened up the guest bedroom door and gestured for her to go inside. Before closing the door she said, "Thank you, Tamaki. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tamaki flopped back onto his bed. All through highschool everybody believed that Kyoya would be the mediator in Tamaki and Haruhi's future romantic relationship. Nobody thought Tamaki and Kyoya would end up with switched roles. He was happy when they got married. He accepted that Kyoya would be her shoulder to lean on, but that never put an end to Tamaki's need to protect Haruhi.

"Hm, that's funny. They could just throw away their pride and unnecessary bickering to resolve this. Wow for the first time, I think I might be the smart, logical one." He sighed and buried his face in his pillow. After a minute he raised his head from the bed.

"..Wait a minute...wasn't I doing something before Haruhi walked in?... Ah well."


"So Master Tamaki left the stove on again?" The head maid surveyed the messy kitchen before her.

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"And with some rice and ramen cooking?...again?"

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"In the middle of the night too. This boy..."

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She sighed. He gave her so many headaches. "At least only the food burned this time."


I know it's short and I'm sorry! Recently, the doctor told me I should avoid doing strenuous things with my hands/fingers and apparently that includes typing. Right when my mind was flowing…

I hope you enjoyed it despite the abrupt turn of things.

Please look forward to the next chapter and thank you for reading!