A/N: I apologize to everyone who has been awaiting the next chapter of this story. I also apologize for forgetting to post the last chapter after I'd had it written for about 2-3 months.

My life is getting completely hectic and challenging and I start at a new school in a few months, so yeah. I apologize for the delay once more and now…on with the story.

Disclaimer: Haven't we gone over this? No, I do not own Ouran Host Club; it's probably for the best as my creativity has all currently ditched me.

Caution: Language.

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"Here you go Kyouya! I know you're going to love it!" Fuyumi squealed, handing a heavily wrapped present to Kyouya. His eyes, hidden behind a new pair of sunglasses Fuyumi had given him, surveying the bright wrapping. It was a bright maroon dotted with bright green and gold stars. Just like Fuyumi he though, accepting the present. He slid his finger through the tape. He pulled the present's wrapper off and laid it at his feet. His eyebrow rose as he found what lay underneath. He picked it up and observed it carefully, trying to figure out what it was.

It had been a week since Fuyumi had walked into the Host Club and surprised Kyouya. He was overjoyed at the sight of his sister. She had brought a million presents for him and kept discovering new ones in her suitcases. He had done his best to make her somewhat happier than she was. He could tell that she was still upset over their father and siblings' deaths. Three days in she had broken the news of her divorce to him and how she would be forced to leave in a few days. Her flight would leave in about six hours and they were celebrating their last time together in what would be quite a few months. She promised to come back to Japan as soon as she finalized her divorce papers and completed her court trials.

Fuyumi laughed and reached her hand out for it, palm up. He shrugged it and laid it down, crossing his arms over his chest as he pulled back. Fuyumi flipped the unknown over and flipped a switch. A lagging earphone burst into life and a screeching song followed.

"Whoops, sorry," Fuyumi muttered pressing a keypad a few times. The music disappeared. "It's a music device. It's all the rage in America. Sort of like a mix between an iPod and a cell phone. I'm not sure what it's called though. It's not the same company with an iPod. Hmmm…" She picked up the box and examined it, attempting to locate the name of the gadget in the flurry of English writing.

"I love it," Fuyumi pulled her eyes away from the box to look at her little brother. A bright smile spread out across her face as she handed the present back to her brother. "Thank you."

"Oh, I'm so glad!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around him and squeezing until he was completely out of breath. Midway through the hug the doorbell rang. Kyouya wriggled out of her grip and made his way towards the door. He opened it to reveal a Tamaki in hysterics.

The blonde fell over the rug and threw his arms around his darker haired friend. Kyouya took a step back and tumbled to the floor taking Tamaki with him. He emitted a loud grunt as his head came in contact with the floor. The blonde quickly scrambled off of him, screaming something indefinable by Kyouya's standards.

"Tamaki! Good to see you again! Kyouya are you ok?" Fuyumi cried, removing herself from the floor and making her way towards the blonde who was currently attempting to pull his friend off the floor. Kyouya clutched his head feeling a headache coming on already. He slowly picked himself off the floor and set a hand on the shoulder of his frantic friend.

"What's wrong Tamaki?" Kyouya asked slapping a hand over the blonde's mouth until he stopped whimpering like an injured puppy. When he removed his hand Tamaki threw up both of his and stamped his foot.

"Mother! It's that daughter of ours! She went off and did something stupid! So stupid!" His face grew dark and he scowled at a nonexistent being to his left. Kyouya tugged at his collar, embarrassed for Tamaki to call him that idiot pet name. He casually looked at Fuyumi to see her reaction, but she only looked concerned. It was then that he registered what Tamaki had said. Haruhi did something stupid? It better be good, or rather bad enough, for Tamaki to be interrupting his last few hours with his sister.

"What about Haruhi? What did she do?" Kyouya asked in his impatient tone. He was trying to clue Tamaki in to the fact that he didn't exactly want him there. He wanted to spend time with his sister. But Tamaki was clueless. He threw his arms around his friend and cried into his shoulder. Rather, sobbed.

"She announced her engagement with that horrible demon of a boy! Father refuses to accept their relationship! No! Mother help Father!" Tamaki cried, attempting to strangle Kyouya by hugs. He struggled to free himself. Wait, engagement?

"Haruhi is engaged? You're being a little drastic Tamaki. Why don't you go home and take a small nap. You are overreacting." Tamaki stomped his foot.

"I am not! Ok, she's not engaged but she's dating that devil! We can't let her! We have to stop her!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Haruhi is dating that little devil Hikaru! But Father won't let her! I won't, I won't!" Tamaki was now jumping up and down, protesting against the new relationship. Kyouya made a mental note to enter the new information in his laptop before replying to Tamaki's shrieks.

"What's so wrong with her dating him?" In truth, this didn't come as a surprise to him. The two were always together. They were as close as Hikaru and Kaoru used to be. His thoughts trailed off. Lately, he had taken to having private conversations with Kaoru. He knew what it felt like to lose a brother and he owed him for practically saving his life that day awhile ago.

"Wrong? Everything is wrong! My precious daughter dating that beast! No! No! No!" Tamaki threw his hands up again and stamped his feet. The stomping was muffled by the thick blue carpet.

"She's happy Tamaki. Will you deny her that?" This shut the blonde up. He froze with his hands in the air above him and his foot curled behind him. The fire in his eyes evaporated and he let his arms and foot drop. He hung his head.

"You're right," he stuck out his bottom lip, "My precious daughter must be kept happy…thank you mother." Tamaki sighed and turned around to walk out.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about Tamaki?" Kyouya questioned feeling his anger start to slowly rise.

"Well, yes. I thought it was really impor-"Kyouya cut him off by slamming the door in his face. He would wait until Fuyumi wasn't here to strangle him. He spun around to face a laughing Fuyumi. He sighed, "Dinner before you go?"

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And she was gone. Kyouya slunk down onto the bathroom floor. He had just purged the contents of his stomach again. He hadn't done it on purpose, but Fuyumi had made a large meal for them and had forced him to eat most of it. It didn't feel good eating so much food when he had barely eaten anything in weeks.

He let his heated face rest again the chilling china of the lid of the toilet. His eyes drooped close from weariness but he didn't fall asleep. He simply let his thoughts toy with his mind, not making sense of what they were saying to him. He sat like this for some time, practically unconscious but still quite awake.

A voice above him made him snap his eyes open. "Master Kyouya are you ok?" He opened his eyes to find one of the younger maids staring down at him. Kyouya looked up at her, unsure who this was. She had dark brown ringlets framing her large green eyes. He flicked a hand at her, slowly removing his head from the chilled surface.

"Please go get me some aspirin and a glass of water. And call the driver. Tell him to pull the limo around." She scrunched up her nose for a second and nodded her head, walking away and pulling the door shut along the way. Kyouya groaned and attempted to push himself off the floor. His legs gave out from under him and he collapsed on the lid of the toilet. He held his head in his hands, waiting for the maid to return. And that she did about five minutes later, declaring that the driver was there and handing over the pills.

He carefully stood up, balancing on the balls of his feet. Step by step he made it to the car. Once seated in the car he choked down the pills, spilling about half the glass of water down his front. He made a mental note to ask for a bottle water the next time. He settled down in his seat after giving the location to his driver. His mind buzzed with the crunching of the gravel under the tires, the slight hum of the stereo, and the breathing of his driver. He matched his to it. In. Out. In. Out. In a matter of minutes he had closed his eyes and was fast asleep, sitting straight up, his head resting against the leather seat.

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"Sir…master Kyouya!" Kyouya threw his head up, feeling instant pain shoot through his neck. It spread down his back as he squinted his eyes to see the face in front of him through the sunlight. His driver was peering down at him through worried eyes. Kyouya wanted to protest that he was fine or roll his eyes. He just nodded his head and stepped out of the car. His head beat madly as the bright light consumed him. He shut his eyes before leaning back into the car.

"Please be back here in three hours," was all he said before withdrawing from the car and making his way down the sidewalk. He checked over his shoulder to make sure that the driver wasn't following him. He was, but quickly turned onto a side street to save his job probably.

Kyouya dug his hands deep into his pockets and continued his stroll. His only stop was at a small cart run by a smiling old man. He sighed a few times along the walk, not really thinking, just walking. Eventually he arrived at a quiet garden…filled with headstones. He knew he'd have to face this eventually.

He stared at the ground. He had never been here but he knew exactly where he was going. In no time at all he arrived at three similar stones sticking out of the ground. He laid down the flowers that he had brought, one on each patch of grass. His eyes never strayed to the names, until now. He raised his eyes to stare at the name. Slowly he began to shake his head.

"Bastard. You get something and you always feel the need to take it away. Just hide it all in the dark, where only you can find it. But I need to know one thing," he paused here. His hands messed around in his pockets for a moment before he spoke firmly, "Was I not good enough of for you? Because I still can't understand why you left me here to deal with all this shit. I did everything right and more. Maybe it's the fact that you couldn't stand to have someone who was better than you. And don't deny it! You know I was! I did everything better than you could ever do anything! And that's why you left me and took everyone with you! You wanted to see if I could handle it!

"Well, don't worry! Because I'm still here and I'm going to make it through this, alone! I don't need anyone there for me! I will prove I'm better. You just wait!" His hands formed fists at his sides. He spun around to be faced with the stare of Kaoru. They locked eyes.

Without a word Kyouya stepped past him and continued on his way, patting Kaoru on the shoulder along the way. The lone twin turned and followed him. They said nothing. Their blank eyes said it all.

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A/N: Yes, here enters Kaoru. I always wished that Kyouya had a special friendship with someone from the Host Club that wasn't well known. I think of Kaoru as the forgotten twin and I think he needs someone to be there for him.

Woot! Today (March 14) is my birthday! Although, it totally sucks as I lost all my friends in about two minutes yesterday. I love you all too, not. Well, hope you enjoyed the chapter.