AN: I don't own Ouran High Host Club. The song is called Imagine Me Without You by Jaci Velasquez.

This chapter is dedicated to ColourfulKyouya-SenpaiMaybe…, -'-Xiyusissi-'-, PA0PU, Manufactured Guidelines, Tikitakakatua, and Black Firelight because their reviews make me get tinglies. Lol.

Chapter 12: Imagine Me Without You

Imagine me without you

I'd be lost and so confused

I wouldn't last a day, I'd be afraid

Without you there to see me through

Haruhi walked into Touji's slowly. Without waking the boy, she lay next to him and hugged him close to her body. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. A tear ran down her cheek and landed on the pillow. 'What if Kyouya was with us, Touji?' She thought. 'What if we didn't have to leave Japan?' He remained unresponsive. "Do you think Kyouya was really forced by his father to leave me?" She whispered. Touji snorted in his sleep. "Was that a yes or a no?" A snore.

Haruhi sighed. "I'm asking a sleeping boy for his opinion"

She kissed him one more time before leaving the room.

"I'm so sorry, Toujiku," She closed the door and leaned against it. "Maybe if I forced Kyouya to explain it, you would have had him from the start"

"Haru-chan?" She turned and looked at Mitsukuni. With a quiet sob, she walked into his arms. "Aw, Haru-chan, what's wrong?"

"Mitsukuni," She cried softly. "Do you think Kyouya was forced to leave me? What have I done? I should have stayed. At least he would have seen Toujiku"

Mitsukuni scratched his head before guiding her down to the kitchen. She sat on a stool and rested her head on the island, letting silent tears fall down from her eyes. When she looked back up, Hunny had come back with two cartons of ice cream and two spoons.

"Listen, Haru-chan" he said as he opened his own and dug into it. He stuffed some into his mouth and pointed his spoon at her. "You didn't do anything wrong. You did what you thought was right!"

"So Kyouya was forced?" she asked weakly.

Hunny frowned before nodding slowly. "It's very plausible. Ootori never had a tolerance for what he thought was…failure. Kyouya would represent him anywhere he went. It would be logical to Yoshio if he got rid of you, make Kyouya look good to the public"

"Because if Kyouya looked good, Yoshio would look good too"

"Exactly" She let her head fall to the table. Without looking, she reached out and scooped some ice cream out of Mitsukuni's carton. "Hey! That's mine!" he laughed. She chuckled softly before bringing her hand back and shoving the spoon into her mouth. Hunny sighed. "Haruhi, I'm not saying that you aren't good enough for Kyouya. You're deserve better, even!" He said firmly. "He should have told you what happened. It was wrong to push you away, like that"

She shook her head. "He had his reasons"

"No he didn't"

"Hunny-senpai, think. Obviously, Yoshio threatened me some how and Kyouya didn't like it. He had his reasons"

"…you're too forgiving"

A chuckle. The two turned and looked at Mori as he came into the kitchen. He pulled the girl up into a sitting posture before folding his hands on the table. "Why are you two eating ice cream in the morning?" he asked.

Haruhi smiled weekly. "It looks like night time, especially with this rain." With sudden resolution, she pushed her ice cream away and got up. "I have to go" She said quickly before running out of the room. Takashi shrugged when Hunny looked up at him.

They heard the door slam. "Did she even change out of her pajamas?"

Haruhi walked around, aimlessly. She looked down at what she was wearing. She had plaid pajama bottoms on with a baggy shirt. She had grabbed a long, black cardigan on the way out, so she didn't look that bad. She shivered a bit as the rain hit her. What was she thinking?

"What was I thinking?" she asked herself out loud. "Running out into the rain. I'm such an idiot" She tugged on the hood as it started to slip backwards. Shaking the wetness off her forehead, she continued walking. Haruhi glanced at a limo that was passing her and her eyes widened as she saw a wave of water coming for her. She shielded her face with her hands as it hit her. She gasped at the feeling of cold water seeping through her clothes. The limo was slowly backing up and it came to an abrupt stop.

Haruhi looked up and glared at the door that was opening. An umbrella was stuck out of it and opened. She held her breath as she watched Taniguchi Sumire come out of the car. The girl stood in a relaxed posture, looking her up and down. Haruhi shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "What do you want, Taniguchi?" she spat.

Sumire raised an eyebrow and laughed at her appearance. "And I thought you couldn't sink any lower. What? Did Haninozuka and Morinozuka finally see you for the trash that you are? Decided to throw you out onto the streets?"

"You shouldn't be talking, Sumire" Haruhi said, finally taking a stand for herself. "You make it seem like- like" Haruhi closed her eyes. When she opened them, Sumire almost shivered at the fire in them. "Like Kyouya actually wanted you!"

The heiress looked taken aback. She narrowed her eyes and squeezed her hand into a fist. "What is that supposed to mean?" She hissed.

She scoffed. "Just what I said! You act as if Kyouya actually likes you, meanwhile all of us know that Ootori-"

"Shut up!"

"Yoshio forced him-"

"You don't know what you're saying!"

"To leave me and-"

"Shut your mouth, you commoner!"

"you think you're so special because you 'have' Kyouya now! You're a terrible person, Taniguchi!"

"I said shut up!"

"But you can tell he still loves me, can't you? He does, I know it, and when the time is right, he'll leave you and come back to me" Haruhi said confidently.

Sumire threw her umbrella to the ground and smacked Haruhi across the face. The woman gasped as Sumire took her chin into her hand turned her head to face her. Sumire raised a boney finger towards Haruhi's cheek and scratched it roughly. "Who told you about what Yoshio did?"

She smirked at the oblivious girl before pushing her away. "You just did. Of course my friends and I were getting suspicious, but we never confirmed it until now. Thanks, Sumire"

"Fujioka!" Sumire screeched as she watched the girl run down the street.

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Kyouya was walking through the room, back and forth from the dresser to the bed. After he dropped an arm full of clothes into the suitcase, he'd walk back and get more clothes. He stopped when he heard a door slam open, followed by an agitated scream. "Kyouya!" He heard Sumire shout. He cringed at the scratchy voice before searching the closet for more clothes. "Kyouya! Where are you?!" The bedroom door opened. "Kyou- what are you doing?"

Kyouya sighed and walked out of the walk-in closet. He opened his mouth to answer her but closed it quickly. His eyes widened behind his glasses as he looked at her. "You're…wet" He said. She growled. "As a dog!" He laughed.

"Kyouya!"

"Stop calling me that. It's Ootori to you"

"Kyouya, what is going on? Why are you packing clothes?"

He pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "Isn't it obvious?"

She shook her head in disbelief. "You're leaving? What? Why?! Where are you going to go?!"

He rolled his eyes. "Even if I was leaving, Sumire, you know that the Ootori housings extend to about every corner of Japan"

A pleasant silence reigned over the room until Sumire began speaking again. "What do you mean, 'if you were leaving'?" She nearly snarled.

"It's just what I said," He told her calmly. "If I was leaving, but I'm not. You've obviously been idiotic enough to not realize that we're in you're room"

She looked at her bed, girlish and neat. "What-"

"I'm not leaving." He said. "You are." With a quick push, she fell out of the room with a gasp.

"But Kyouya-"

"I had enough of you, Taniguchi" he drawled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down the stairs. She squealed in anger.

"Let me go! I'm you're fiancée!"

"And don't you think it's odd that we haven't married for five years now? I'm sure my father is catching on to it"

"I thought you just needed time! Come on, Kyouya! We can work this-"

"There wasn't nor isn't even anything to work out, baka" He barked. "Get out of my house." He opened the front door and threw her out. He thrust the bag into her arms before slamming the door.

"Kyouya!" He heard her scream through the door. She banged it with her fists. With a satisfied grin, Kyouya knocked back.

"Goodbye, Sumire!"

Toujiku pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He picked up his next book, set it on the table, examined the picture and then grabbed his crayons to color them in. He began by tracing next to the black outlines so that he could color freely without worrying about coloring out of the lines. He frowned when he realized that he colored a 'Number Three' shape with blue when it was supposed to be colored with green. He shrugged. He'd just have to switch them around.

Someone knocked on the front door of his ojisamas' house. He looked around, waiting for someone to get it; after all, he was only five. He wasn't supposed to open the doors. "Door!" He shouted before getting back to his drawing. The knock sounded again and he sighed. "Ojisama! Okaasan! Someone is knocking!" No one. "Auntie Éclair? Grandma Emily?!"

Another knock

Touji sighed in exasperation. "Do I have to do everything around here?" he muttered. He walked towards the door and opened it. A tall man stood outside. He had black hair and glasses. His hands were in his pocket and his eyebrows were raising as he saw who opened the door.

"Uh…hello…" He said to Touji. "You're Toujiku, right?"

Touji nodded. "Who're you?"

"Kyouya"

"Ootori?"

"Yes" Kyouya tilted his head, examining the boy. "Is your mother in?"

Touji glared at the floor. "I don't know. I've been calling for her to answer the door but SHE WON'T ANSWER ME!"

"Touji?! Are you okay?!" Kyouya heard.

"Oh now she comes."

"Fujioka Toujiku! What have I told you about answering doors?!"

"Well if you came before when I was calling all of you, I wouldn't have to answer it!" He said stubbornly. "It's interrupted my coloring time! Now my schedule is off balance!" He stormed back into the living room and plopped down on the floor. Haruhi scratched her head.

"He's five years old, how does he even know what schedule means?" she asked herself. "God I swear, he's just like-"

"Me?" Haruhi turned to look at the person at the door. Her eyes widened and she blushed.

"Kyouya" She squeaked. "What are you doing here?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I came here…to talk…"