AN: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or the song. The song is by Lea Salonga, I don't know if there is an American artist who actually sang it.

UGH! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO START IMPRINTING THESE MESSAGES ON MY FOREHEAD::Sigh:: The last chapter was supposed to be dedicated to JennyKim319, Uniquelove, and Blessed Obsession because I really liked their reviews for…I believe it was chapter nine. So they get two chapters now.

Enjoy everyone!

Chapter 11: Say That You Love Me

Toujiku lay peacefully on his bed, sleeping the night away. He dreamt of toys that he wanted and the cakes that Uncle Kuni told him about…but on the other side of his wall, sat his mother, awake, red-eyed and crying. Her knees were hugged close to her chest and her face was hidden by her long hair. A small knock echoed through her room and the door opened. Haruhi looked up quickly and wiped her tears away. "Emily," She sighed. "Is everyone okay? Tamaki isn't mad at me, is he? I hope I didn't worry anyone"

Emily shook her head. "It's fine, everyone is okay…but are you?" Haruhi let out a bitter laugh.

"Not at all," She confessed. "He-he was there. I was so scared, Emily. I thought that if he saw Touji-chan he'd try to take him away from me. Figures that he didn't care enough to actually realize Touji was his son"

The woman sighed and patted her knee as she sat next to her. "Now I've been studying that man all night and I beg to differ, Haruhi. I think he is most definitely in love with you. I don't think he ever stopped!"

"Then why'd he leave me?" she asked quietly. Éclair, who had just walked into the room, huffed.

"Because he's an idiot" She told them. "You'll never believe what I heard at the party!"

The two looked at her. Haruhi shook her head. "If it has anything to do with Ootori-"

"So I was eavesdropping on Ootori and Taniguchi, right?"

"Éclair!" Emily said disappointedly. "That's horrible! I can't believe you would-"

"And do you know what I heard them say to each other?"

Emily's eyes lit up. "What did they say?"

"Emily!" Haruhi said in disbelief. The blonde shrugged.

"I want to know! Continue, Éclair"

Éclair nodded. "Well I heard Sumire whining about how Kyouya had all of his attention on Haruhi tonight, I mean of course he would. Did you see what Taniguchi was wearing? She could have stolen it from a four year old!"

"Éclair," Haruhi muttered desperately, wondering what Kyouya's response was.

"Well anyway, she said that she didn't understand why because you were an ugly, fat cow and that Kyouya was lucky to get rid of you when he did, sorry Haruhi. So, Kyouya got this crazy look in his eyes shoved her against the wall and grabbed her arms really tightly. He even started shaking her" Emily gasped in disapproval and slight happiness while Haruhi looked down at her fists. "I think everyone heard what he screamed at her!"

"Wh-what'd he say?"

"I think-" The three girls turned to look at Mitsukuni, standing in the doorway. "His exact words were: I was forced to leave her, you miserable whore and you know that! If it wasn't for my pitiful excuse of a father, I'd still be with her…blah blah blah, idiot, scream, scream…and just so you know, you're not even half the woman Haruhi is. I was standing there, behind you, Éclair-chan. Does that cover it?" He asked with a girlish giggle.

Éclair nodded. "That's what he said."

Haruhi shook her head stubbornly. "I won't believe it. He left me and that's that"

She walked out of the room quickly and slammed the bathroom door shut. The three jumped in their spots. "I believe that she isn't ready to face that reality yet, my dears" Emily sighed sadly.

"What?" Éclair asked.

"She doesn't want to believe that Kyouya is innocent in all of this. That all of this was his father's bidding and his father's will…because if Kyouya was one of the victims in this…"

"Then Haruhi would feel guilty for taking five years of Toujiku's life away from Kyouya" Takashi finished as he walked into the room. "And because she can't accept the fact that they had been away from each other for so long. If you go so long, believing that it's this person's fault, it's hard to accept a different explanation."

"Quite true, Takashi" Hunny told him sadly. "I hope Haru-chan won't feel too bad once she gets the truth from Kyouya-senpai"

"What makes you think that she's going to get the truth?" Éclair asked resentfully. "He could have just told her all those years ago. He didn't have to lie to her like that. What makes him any different now?"

"Now…he has a child" Hunny answered quietly. "Now he understands the error of his mistakes. And isn't that how the story goes? Everyone lives happily ever after, don't they?"

Tamaki fell casually onto his friend's couch with a groan. "I don't see why you're analyzing this. Haruhi obviously has her reasons for running away last night" Kyouya shook his head and started waving a finger at his friend. Tamaki made a face. "Did I do something?"

"No, baka!" He pouted at Kyouya's insult. "Takashi said that they were his family, but later on, when Toujiku went back to Haruhi, he called him Uncle Takashi. Isn't that saying something? Obviously, Takashi isn't the boy's father! And one more thing!"

"What?" He asked nervously.

Kyouya's eyes slowly started closing. "He looks exactly like me"

He laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about! He doesn't look anything like you! He looks just like Haruhi. You're just letting all of this get to your head"

He shot his friend an irritated look. "Obviously, you know something, Tamaki." Tamaki shook his head fervently. "The look in your eyes says it all. Who's that boy, Tamaki? He's mine isn't he? He looks just the age of a boy of five. Haruhi was pregnant before I left her wasn't she?" Kyouya was too blinded by his own anger to see Tamaki's face turning red.

"Exactly!" He shouted. "You finally got the point, did you?!"

"Tama-"

"No! You scared her away years ago and I lost five years of my godson's child! You know what she told me? She told me that she was going to tell you but you became so cold to her that she wasn't sure what to do anymore!"

Kyouya felt a pang in his heart. His fault…all of his fault… "Tamaki, please-"

"No! You don't know how hard I've been trying to forgive you for making her leave, but it's not working, Kyouya! Every time I see you, all I can think about is the way your hurt Haruhi! And here you are! You act as if you were the victim!"

He looked away, unable to face him anymore. "She could have at least told me" he said, unwilling to admit that he was wrong.

Tamaki snorted in laughter. "She tried to tell you! I'm sure she did!" His voice suddenly grew quiet. "I'm sure you realize that she would've been scared to tell you, especially with the way you were throwing her aside"

"But…" Why? Why had he pushed her away? They could have stayed together, if not out in the open then in secret. They could have still been with each other. He would have been able to be with her, holding her hand during Toujiku's…birth…Toujiku, his son.

His.

He was Toujiku's father. With that one thought, his heart shattered into millions of pieces.

"I'm warning you, Kyouya" He tore himself away from his thoughts as he looked back at Tamaki. "If you hurt her again…I don't know what I'll do to you!"

He watched the blonde storm out of the room angrily before walking into his room. He slowly closed the door and dropped himself onto his bed. Kyouya softly groaned as he heard the door open once more. "Kyouya darling!"

"Kyouya?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

Sumire raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter with you? You look like hell"

"Are you okay, love? You don't look so good"

"Oh I'm fine, Haruhi. No need to worry"

Kyouya glanced at his supposed fiancée. The media knew her as a loving, caring woman. She'd do anything to help the sick. He wondered how exactly she got them all to believe that. After all, the whole of Japan thought of them as the perfect couple. He, a doctor, she a woman who wanted to help everyone. "I feel sick" He grunted.

"Ew! I'm getting out of here! Quick, where's your money so I won't get infected by whatever you have"

"Kyouya! You're sick!"

"No, really!" A sneeze.

"Oh Kyouya, why didn't you tell me before"

"I didn't want you to worry, Haru-chan"

"Stay away from my wallet and get out of the room!"

"Fine! Insensitive jerk!"

"Of course I worry. You should have told me Kyouya. You know my motto"

"Oh what's that?"

"Handsome men aren't supposed to get sick"

"And you're an idiotic whore, now get out!"

"Ugh! I hate you, Ootori Kyouya! I don't know what I ever saw in you! I can't wait to make you bankrupt!"

Kyouya chuckled lowly and brought her down for a kiss. She struggled against him, laughing and groaning.

"Kyouya! Now I'm gonna get sick and no one will be able to take care of you!"

"I don't care. We'll be sick together."

She snuggled against his side, unable to leave him. "I love you Ootori Kyouya. I really don't know what you see in me. Now get some rest. I can't have the love of my life all sick and icky" She teased.

The door slammed shut and there was a peaceful silence.

"Haruhi," He whispered brokenly.

"Kyouya?"

"Yes?"

"Can I stay sick with you? Forever?"

A low chuckled erupted from his throat. "Together and forever"