AN: Hey Guys. I don't own Ouran. Thanks for all the reviews. I'm happy that everyone likes the story. The song doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the Rolling Stones.

This chap is going to be in Haruhi's POV in some sections. You'll understand because there will be separators…or at least I hope you'll understand.

Chapter 10: Wild Horses

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

Now you decide to show me the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

My eyes widened and I felt my heart spasm. Oh god. What was I doing? What was I doing?! I can't believe I talked myself into this! Oh god. There he is. He's staring at me. He- doesn't he look handsome in that tuxedo? No! No, he doesn't! He looks hideous! "Hideous!" I whispered to myself furiously as I walked down the stairs. My foot barely touched the floor when I was suddenly lifted up. The only thing I could see clearly as I was swung around was blond hair. I laughed and hugged the man I missed so much. "Tamaki-senpai!" He kissed my cheek and then my other…and then my forehead…and then my cheek again. He trailed down to my neck? "Tamaki!" He grinned at me with his boyish charm. "Oh, how I missed you"

"Haruhi, you're back," He said, almost hopefully. "For good?"

I hesitated before nodding happily. "For good"

"YAY!" He cried. He grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the center table. My eyes widened considerably as I watched him climb on top of it.

"Senpai!" I hissed. "What are you doing?" I glanced back to see Toujiku watching his godfather curiously.

Tamaki started waving his arms wildly, making sure that everyone was looking at him. "EVERYONE! EVERYONE, PLEASE LISTEN!" I shook my head sadly. "MY FRIEND HERE, FUJIOKA HARUHI MOVED AWAY FIVE YEARS AGO AND I AM GLAD TO SAY THAT SHE IS BACK FOR GOOD!" Everyone looked around, not sure what to do, but slowly started clapping, knowing that Tamaki was happy. He jumped off the table and swung me around again. I slapped his shoulder.

"Stop!" He set me down and kissed my cheek once more. "Tamaki…let me go…" His arms were gripping me tightly. He shook his head.

"Never. Never ever, ev-" I chuckled as Takashi pulled me away from him and hid me in his arms. "Why do you always do that?!" Tamaki whined. Takashi's arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Mine," he said simply. I raised an eyebrow and he clearly gave me a look that showed he was, yet again, making sure no one would come near me.

"Fujioka" a voice said behind us. We turned to find Sumire with her arms crossed, one leg bent as she leaned on the other. "What are you doing back? I'd think that you'd run crying after you saw me and my Kyouya" I stiffened, but before I could say anything, someone pulled her away.

"Leave, Sumire," Ootori Kyouya sneered. She scoffed and walked away, one hand on her waist and an arm swinging at her side. Kyouya looked at me with a blush before staring at the floor. "Haruhi," he said softly. I nodded at him, although he couldn't see me. It was probably for the best anyway.

"Takashi!" Mitsukuni was waving his hand in the air. In his arms was a crying Toujiku. I started walking towards them but Takashi pushed me backwards and walked over. I sighed, knowing that he would know what to do.

I faced Kyouya once more. Nothing about him changed, but I didn't find that shocking. Still the handsome devil that he was. "Hello again," I said softly. His head slowly tilted upwards to look at me.

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"How-how've you been?" he asked. Haruhi tilted her head, as if in thought.

"I guess I've been okay. Started a new life in Paris, you know? I met up with Éclair and we're really good friends now. Mori and Hunny found me a few years ago. They've been visiting me every year."

"That-that's good," He stuttered. Shaking his head discreetly, he tried to drop his nervousness. "So, Takashi brought a boy down here. Do you know him?" He watched Haruhi turn red. "What? What's wrong?" She opened her mouth to speak but she was interrupted.

"Haruhi" a deep voice said behind her. She looked at Takashi. The boy Kyouya was just speaking of was in his arms, sniffling. Mori bent down and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and held her arms out. The boy whimpered.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad," She told him gently. He started crying fully.

"Okaasan." He wailed. Kyouya's eyes widened. Okaasan?! "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lose them!"

"It's okay darling. It's okay, Toujiku" Kyouya's heart broke. Who was his father? Slowly realization hit him like a ton of bricks. 'Oh god…' he thought to himself.

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I watched as the gears began to turn in Kyouya's head. He was going to say it…he was going to say that Toujiku was his son and once he says it, I won't be able to lie. He was always able to see right through me. I braced myself as Kyouya gulped. "So…" he started. "When did this happen?" I frowned. When did what happen? He must have seen my confusion because he decided to explain. "You know, Takashi and you? I wouldn't have expected that. This is your son, is it, Toujiku? Nice name"

My eyes widened. Takashi. Me. Toujiku. Son. Good lord, he thought Takashi was my boyfriend or husband and Toujiku was the product of our relationship. Well, I glanced at my little boy. His hair was black, his cheeks were thin. He had my big brown eyes. Without his glasses, which he just lost after spinning around with Mitsukuni, I guess you couldn't really tell. "Why do you think that?" I finally blurted out.

He gave me an odd look. "Isn't it obvious?" Huh? What did he mean by th- oh…Oh, Takashi! His hand was on my back, just above my bottom while his other hand was rubbing Toujiku. He had heard every single thing that Kyouya said and he didn't even bother to stop!

"Takashi-" I wanted to snap but he leaned down and kissed my lips. I can't believe it. What is he doing?!

"Yes," He told Kyouya fiercely. "They're mine"

"Takashi," I said, trying to control my temper. "Can I talk to you?" He nodded. "Over there!" He sighed, irritated, and walked towards a lonely corner. I set Touji down and rubbed his cheek. "Mommy will be right back. Tamaki," I called. The blond nodded and picked him up.

"Come on, godson," I heard him coo. "Let's go get chocolate"

When I was finally in front of Mori, I smacked his arm repeatedly. "What are you doing?!" I shouted between each hit. He flinched and stared at me. "Well?! Why did you tell Kyouya that you were my husband?! And that Toujiku was your child?! Are you insane?!"

"I knew it!" We looked at Hikaru who was standing next to us. "I knew he wasn't your nephew! Oh! Oh!"

"Hikaru, are you stupid?!" I whispered, forgetting that I hadn't seen him in years. "He's my child with Kyouya!"

"Oh, right!" He laughed sheepishly. "HARUHI!" He engulfed me in a hug and I glared at Mori who used the time to find Touji. "We missed you! Kaoru and-"

"Hikaru, I love you and miss you but good lord, Takashi just said that Toujiku was his son. I have to fix this!" I told him desperately. He kissed my cheek and let go of my arms.

"Go on then." He disappeared in the crowd and I nodded my head confidently. I'd march up to Ootori Kyouya and tell him what was what! I'd- I'd even shove it in his face! Ha! I had your son and you didn't get to watch him- okay, no that's mean. Horrible, I'm a horrible person! I walked around, trying to find him until finally, there he stood.

"Kyouya," I sighed. He looked at me with a weak smile.

"So when did Takashi and you get together?" He asked me.

I shook my head and tried to explain, but my son has the absolute worse timing. "Mama! Mama!" he shouted with a giggle. "Uncle Takashi helped me find-Woah!" I picked the boy up and ran across the hall. I could feel Touji's arms tightening around my neck as he whooped with laughter. "Mommy! Uncle Takashi helped me find my glasses" He said into my ear. I nodded as I carried him up the steps.

"That's good sweetie" I panted out. I distinctly heard Tamaki and Kyouya calling my name but I ignored them and continued on my way home.