A/N: Listened to Vivaldi while writing this and it inspired me into writing a whole d**ned chapter. Sometimes, it's nice to revisit the classics. Enjoy your holidays m'dears... Also, oarfish are known as messengers from the sea god's palace and are often found on land when danger is coming... just something interesting about a random fish in passing that'll be mentioned later... nothing of import... not at all...

The room was silent for all of a moment as they registered that a heated confrontation was undoubtedly about to take place. Mr. Ootori took in the sight of his son, clutching onto that commoner's hand as if she had the right to do so. It was so blatantly obvious that his fool of a son was in love with her. He couldn't- he wouldn't have it. No son of his was going to marry a pauper and bring shame to the Ootori name.

"Kyoya, you will remove your hands from that pauper." Such vehemence insulting Kagome, the kindest person Kyoya had ever met, in front of their friends.

The Shadow King had stood too long in his father's shadows. He would not take this backing down. This woman deserved the world's respect. He finally understood why Sota held his sister in such reverence. Kyoya stood up as Kagome moved herself away from him, he just reached out and grabbed her hand with his covered in beads. She'd fought. She'd bleed. All to protect their future. "No, father." Shock raised Mr. Ootori's brows to his hairline. "And you will refer to her by her name. Kagome. Ka-go-me."

All reserve was gone. Making a spectacle out of himself was forgotten when he knew what his son was thinking. Of bringing this woman into their family. Besmirching everything Mr. Ootori had raised Kyoya to be. "I won't have you ruining your future by sleeping with some penniless-"

Haruhi saw red. "Excuse me sir! But you have some nerve-"

"I will not have him ruin the marriage I've made for him," snapped the businessman.

Honey was one of the few who had openly defied his family's wishes to fight for his own path. "That's not fair Mr. Oto," he said, as kind as the Lolita was, Honey's anger was beginning to show. His eyes didn't hold that child-like sparkle they usually did and in his voice was something akin to a threat. "I don't like how you're talking about Kagome-chan like that." Even Mori came to stand in front of her as if by blocking her from his view Mr. Otori would have no ability to harm her. Tamaki knew what side to stand by, even if his grandmother would be displeased by it… well, there was no pleasing her anyway. He reached out and gripped Kagome's hand encouragingly.

Did everyone wish to defy him today? "You're going to marry Renge-"

"I'm not going through with it, father." Harsh words of conviction. Why hadn't he done this to begin with? Why hadn't he thrown caution to the wind? Because he hadn't wanted Kagome's family ruined by his selfish want for her love. But now he had all the backing he needed. Now they had the backing they needed to be happy. And none of that backing was warranted as coming from his own family.

"Yes, you are. It is obvious your fainting spell has damaged your mind and you aren't using sound thinking at the moment. We will discuss this later, Kyoya."

"We will discuss this now!" Fists clenched in fury. That mask had slipped. His anger was raw and unwavering. "Father, I am a grown man. I graduate in less than 2 years, maybe even one if I desire it." The only reason he did not ask to be moved up a grade was because he'd grown attached to Tamaki. "You've controlled me all of my life, but my marriage is one thing I won't let you control."

"She's a mute with no name-"

"You may wish to speak to Maru Taisho about that." The only thing preventing Kyoya from strangling his father was using that same energy to defend Kagome's honor tooth and nail against his father.

"Why would a billionaire be concerned with a gutter snipe-"

"She's his ward!"

The room was still with a sudden hush. No one had suspected that, not even Kagome.

"She wants to be a nurse, his company owns half of the world's best hospitals and his daughter is not going to be of age for a very long time." Of that, Kyoya had been thoroughly explained to about. She was a demon's child, her life was expansive and she'd age very slowly. Kagome could be his heir for all matters of import until his daughter had grown... probably by the time Kagome was a tombstone his daughter might actually be of age. "When Kagome finishes school she will inherit his company should she wish it!" Kagome hazarded a safe bet and assumed that this was what Sesshomaru had been planning to discuss with her after school today. "Her family is untouchable to you so long as the Taisho's protect her."

Wild eyes were fearful for a moment of disrespecting this woman now that he was aware of her connections. "What of the Ootori promise to the family of Renge?" A bitter sting resounded in Kyoya's heart, one that he was ready to deal with if he had to. Kyoya was willing to break away from his family if he had to. "An Ootori always keeps their promise, Kyoya, and the marriage contract has been signed and readied. Breaking the contract would result in a loss. Think about what that would mean for your sister." The soft spot Kyoya had for his family was his elder sister. It was no secret her marriage had been arranged and should he bring turmoil to their family that would mean they would be ostracized or gossiped about... and of course his sister's husband wouldn't mind laying a hand or two on his wife for their sudden fall in good society. Kyoya hated that man almost as much as he hated his father.

"It was your promise father, allow us to speak with Renge and we can come to a new agreement."

"No amount of talking will get you out of this one," replied his father tartly. "No deal is as good as the one already rpesented." Mr. Ootori ungraciously stormed out of the room, letting his ominous words fall onto his son.

Even from a distance in the car, Kagome could feel his presence surrounding the very grounds of the shrine. Even without her aura picking up on his angry vibrations the ostentatious car waiting outside was a tell-tale sign that Sesshomaru awaited them. Cresting those steps together, Kyoya hefting the brunt of their bags like they weighed nothing with his free hand never letting go of her own... Kagome suddenly didn't feel so alone and helpless as she did when she'd first ascended that ladder so long ago on that last trip from the well. She'd long felt like nothing more than a forlorn shadow of what was once a glorious priestess. That insecurity was quickly receding the longer she spent time with Kyoya.

"I received a disturbing phone call," spoke the powerful demon who held all the manner of the lord he'd once been. The look on Kyoya's face of displeasure said it all. There was going to be hell to pay for the lowly words his father had used aimed at Kagome. Sesshomaru's face usually held such clam indifference, right now though any person within seeing distance could tell the lordly demon was pissed.

The priestess's appearance was that of being tired, but she looked on at Kyoya with a new face full of discovery. Something had breached the normality of their ties that Sesshomaru had no knowledge about, but whatever it was, the girl was startled and looked as if she were in a daze. "Kagome," Sesshomaru said, his voice snapping her out of whatever silent reverie she was in. "Are you unwell?"

She shook her head and rubbed at her eyes for a moment before looking back at Kyoya. "It's okay, Kagome. I expect it will take some getting used to." Common courtesy no longer dictated to Kyoya what was right to do in front of prying eyes. When his hand raised up to touch her face, there was no faulting Sesshomaru's vast memory. The demon lord recognized the 108 wooden beads wrapped around Kyoya's hand. "Go inside, I'll be with you in a moment." She nodded, not knowing quite what to think, and teetered into the house leaving the two strategic men alone.

"My father doesn't wish for me to align with a penniless girl," spoke Kyoya, leaning against the door haggardly.

The demon lord's eyes left that beaded hand and rose back up to the younger man's face. "He wouldn't be so stupid as to sleight this Maru Taisho."

"Of course, upon finding out your connection to Kagome, he stated it was a matter of my promise to Renge. Breaking our word is tantamount to ruining our name." Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose. "Although, you prove to be a better benefit... However, I believe he no longer cares about what benefits our family. Only how to control my life." For once, Kyoya believed his father to be personally involved in a matter. It wasn't a matter of gaining power anymore, it was a matter of a power struggle between father and son. This was something that Sesshomaru was all too familiar with when it came to family discrepancies and the expectations therein. His own mother had expected many things of him that Sesshomaru had fallen short to do, instead making his own path and marrying a demon slayer of all things.

"Hnn. Promises can be broken for better opportunities," quipped the demon, revisiting his own similar situation. There was once a time when he'd had to change the minds of everyone when he introduced his own wife to his world and society.

"We need one to present itself to the Houshakuji family and then present our own offer to my father," stated Kyoya. He'd already figured out if they could get the Houshakuji family to break it off than it was possible to sway his father. No amount of stubbornness would turn away the profit of the Taisho Company if the Ootori's no longer had an interested partner with the Houshakuji family.

They stared down at the bustling city, having a good view of everything that went on around them. Life prevailed and continued even when others struggled. Kyoya reached down to rub at his hand where the beads rested. He could've taken them off... but they felt like they belonged there. A reminder of what could be lost and a symbol of what he planned on never losing. "This Sesshomaru did not expect to feel the presence of a monk today."

Violet eyes widened at the suggestion. "I'm not a-"

"It appears there will be more to discover about yourself now that you've awoken to your full potential." A nod of the demon's head cemented the matter of discussion. When Sesshomaru said something, he was hardly ever wrong about it.

"I'm not Miroku," stated Kyoya. It was something he feared that Kagome may come to believe of him. "I'm different."

"Hnn, I am aware of this. Your similarities are there, but your difference defines you." As if to bolster up Kyoya's self-esteem, the once silent spectator said, "This Sesshomaru finds you more tolerable." And walked away. Sesshomaru knew he owed this lone priestess everything, everything in his power he would use to make her happy. It was because of that meddling woman that he had the love of a family, that he'd stopped being a spectator and had joined in the game of life. "You will hear from me soon, young Ootori," he called out with a wave of his hand.

Left speechless the young man stepped inside and was immediately embraced by Kagome's loving arms. "You heard all of that didn't you?" A soft nod was her reply. "We will be a couple soon. Even if I have to disown my father to do so," he murmured, hand stroking her long beautiful hair as he held onto her. The priestess shook her head, not liking the complications since she and Kyoya began seeing each other. She pulled away and would've signed to him that it wasn't right... their having to do so much and cause pain and bickering just to be together... had she not seen that look on his face as he saw her retreat from him. Kyoya pulled her back into her arms and Kagome rested there thinking over what she'd seen. One other had only ever looked at her like that and that emotion was something she knew she could identify... what she'd seen on Kyoya's face was the emotion of love. And Kagome didn't know just how to respond to that, but the beating of her heart left no illusions in her mind. She was oddly enough, very happy.

The weekend had passed. Tomorrow would start a new week of school again. But school was not the topic of their minds.

"I swear Kagome, what's not to get?" Sango reproached her friend at their ongoing conversation. The store was cleared. Just the three women sitting at quaint little tables while Inuyasha baked in the back. The television that hung in a corner of the room continued on about the weather and how earthquakes might be in the near future with oarfish being found along the shores of beaches. A little fan was turned on top of the bar, it was unusually hot for today, it had been the past few days. "You have such history with him, now and in the past! He is his reincarnation! Those beads prove it!" Inuyasha came out of the kitchen now that cookies and muffins were arranged in the dutch ovens in the back to cook.

Kagome shook her head. This was all so surreal to her that Kagome was scared what it could mean. Was it wrong to love him? Was it fated? She didn't want it to be in fate's control. Her ability to fall in love was her own!

"Do you have anything to disprove it, Kagome?" Rin asked as her husband came to nuzzle her head. He'd taken the whole reincarnation thing in stride.

Kagome shook her head and blushed. She wrote down on a piece of paper and slid it to Rin who read it, laughed her ass off, clutched the paper to her chest as Inuyasha tried to grab for it, and read it aloud, "Miroku was an ass man. Kyoya's the opposite. What the hell?!"

Sango was laughing now and banging the table with her fist.

"I'll kill him," threatened Inuyasha.

Rin began pushing her husband back into the kitchen where he belonged. "Honey, let us girls talk. Why don't you make some meringues or check our sales in the office?" Inuyasha may have been a brute outside of the kitchen, but inside it he was a genius.

"Feh, alright." He would've left, but Inuyasha wanted fair warning to be made. The half-demon pointed at Kagome. "If he does anything you don't like at all, tell me, Kagome. I can still bury a body pretty quick y'know." They'd buried enough for him to be a certifiable grave digger.

"Kagome, that's hard proof," stated Rin, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Hell, I think that means Kyoya is definitely his reincarnation," remarked Sango who'd had her own share of gropes.

The two women knew what was on Kagome's minds though. Especially Sango, the woman who'd had firsthand experience watching Kagome suffering from the knowledge of being someone's reincarnation.

"Kagome, reincarnations aren't exactly the same," said Rin. Kikyou had been nothing like Kagome. Not as selfless as Kagome. Not as sweet. They had both shared very few things; their powers, their skill with the bow, their kindness for children, and their need to help those injured. But it had all been in the eyes that showed the difference. Kikyou's had been hardened and tough. Kikyou could get by alone without love and if she gave it all it was only to a select few. She'd been determined to do so. Kagome hadn't been like that. She'd been full of love ready to give to everyone and had relied on the others for her strength to burst forward. "Kagome, you were good and Kikyou turned evil." At the fear in Kagome's eyes Rin quickly patted her hand. "That doesn't mean that Kyoya's evil." She shook her head. Kyoya had it in him. He could be evil if he felt like it, but not to her. Never to her.

"Sesshomaru and I had actually talked about this, a few years after we'd thought you'd died. We thought the reason she'd turned evil was that she didn't belong to this world. Kikyou was dead, her body and mind didn't want to be in a time you existed, so it rejected everything. It didn't help that her soul was fighting between two owners. The part of soul that was with her wanted to be with you, which angered her."

"And Kyoya is far from dead and he doesn't have to worry about another of him being anywhere. Miroku is gone. His soul isn't fighting or in conflict. He is simply Miroku reincarnated. A few memories like you have from Kikyou and Midoriko and a few similar traits, but different."

"He's like you Kagome, original but with more depth," added Rin, squeezing the miko's hand. Kagome nodded, accepting what she'd wanted to accept but had been scared to. She liked Kyoya for him. Before she'd even known he was Miroku's reincarnation she had liked him. It was not at all because of his past life. Kagome nodded and got up, grabbing her backpack. "Do you need a ride?"

The priestess shook her head and signed that the walk would be nice. If he was going to fight for them to be together, than so would she. Kagome pulled out her little cell phone and sent a text to Sesshomaru inquiring about lessons on running his company, on learning all that she needed to know to be worthy of being his heir. She would try her damnedest to prove to the world that she was still a strong person worthy of notice.

Monday had found both of them unsure of where to go. At least for the first few classes. Both of them acutely aware of the other watching the other, neither one knowing just what the other's game plan was just yet. Monday passed by with Kagome leaving the host club for an impromptu meeting with Sesshomaru, that's what keyed in Kyoya that she was on the same page as him. They were both fighting to be together.

And so Tuesday found them after the host club left, being the last ones to file out of the room. Kyoya had dismissed Haruhi so that he could help Kagome put away the last of their costumes.

They went to the back room where all of the club's costumes hung colorfully in the dark of the wardrobe closet. They'd both been on pins and needles so she should've suspected their staying behind and what all would entail to be in his presence alone. The door snapped shut behind them in the dark closet. The clothes from Kyoya's hands dropped without a single care for the finely made garments and he turned around to find her looking so forlorn in the dark. Kagome squeaked when she was suddenly pushed against the door while he kissed her and kissed her. Kyoya didn't want to stop. His father had it out for her and Kyoya was sneaking around to be with her. But that's what made the time they had special though she was getting seriously pissed at having to keep this a secret. Kagome's fingers laced in his dark hair and he pushed her up against the door. "Ti-hme?" She mumbled heatedly against his kisses.

"Ten, mmmh, minutes." Something in their activities had changed since he'd awoken. They were constantly aware of the other now and Kyoya now knew that time with her was priceless. He now wished to pursue his own endeavors with whatever time he had in his life. There was no going back after he'd learned what it was like to die.

His hand slid of its own accord nimbly unhooking buttons along the back of her dress to slide the top down to her waist. Those same hands moved in a direction contrary of what she was used to. Goosebumps and quivering anticipation spread over her. Wooden beads tickled against the naked flesh of her ribs and gripped at the lacy holds of her chest. For a brief moment, Kyoya was about to question her on whether he was going too far with certain liberties, but from the arch of her chest that forced his hand to grip itself around a pert breast, all doubts left him. He was a quick learner as he popped the hooks to her bra off. Kagome sucked in a breath when cold air met her chest, but it was immediately replaced by a wanton gasp of pleasure when Kyoya's lips did something he'd only ever dreamt of. When his fine lips latched onto a pert tip begging for attention and his free hand kneaded at the other breast, Kyoya was rewarded with a sweet gasp of satisfaction from Kagome. He'd never dared to do this before. But needs... needs had built up in him over this woman.

Her leg wrapped enticingly around his thigh, bringing ever closer to her warm center the throbbing pain she'd aroused within his clothes. Damn it. "Maybe fifteen," he corrected, not caring if they were late. The brazen young woman clawed at his back and deliberately rubbed herself against him sending Kyoya's mind into a brief haze.

She mewed and he tasted her delicious lips and pulled her against him for one fantastic moment. They were melted against each other, able to feel every contour and muscle through those clothes. And Kyoya was made even more aware how much he wanted to rip off those clothes and take her.

To hell with class. She was his, but his rational mind prevailed with a cooler head. Dammit. He pried her from his body and set her away begrudgingly. Arms pulled him back for a greedy kiss, but he tried in vain to remain stoic. The pout she made against his lips was enough to make him reconsider. "Kagome, if we don't stop I'm not going to be able to." He paused. His breath was labored and for some reason it felt like the air in the closet was turning into steam. "I'm not going to do that to you. Not here."

He reached down to pick up her bra and handed it to her calmly even though he felt as if pure magma was riding through his veins. Kyoya helped her latch it. The ghosting of his fingers slide her straps over her shoulders. Despite his better judgment, Kyoya even assisted her in dressing back into the top of her dress. He cupped her face and she kissed the palm of his hand. "Kyo-ya." His name on her lips. A promise of everything he'd ever wanted and everything he never knew he'd wanted.

"I'll walk you to class," he whispered, opening the door behind her and stepping out into the light of the club room with her holding his hand. If only they could so easily be in the light and unhidden like this on a daily basis. "Just give me a moment," he murmured rather awkwardly. For once the Shadow King had to wait against his own wishes for a certain part of his body to calm down. His lady had trouble hiding the smug smile when he looked back at her and vowed retribution for the fix she'd placed him in.

Thursday warranted some explanation. A note was found in Renge's desk just before the hosting period, a note begging for her to sit and talk with Kyoya and Kagome. A tête-à-tête after club hours and after school. With no worries the young French girl went to the hosting club with a bright carefree attitude and a smile on her face. She was eager to ask her dearest friend what she wished to talk to her about with Kyoya? Perhaps they were thinking of hosting a celebration for her becoming a young bride? As unnatural as it was, that day started off relatively beautiful for all the members of the Host Club. Kaoru had begun to start accepting his own fans without his brother. Haruhi was helping Hikaru carry a tray of refreshments to their guests, their hands "accidentally" brushing of course. Tamaki had received a cordial letter from his father requesting that he attend a business event where his grandmother was certain to show up and the young prince looked forward to it hoping with heart in his throat for a welcoming into the family. Mori and Honey had yet to change their pleasant friendship, but Honey was taking larger steps to being as brave as Kagome and doing things on his own... he'd tied his own shoelaces when they'd come undone instead of letting Mori do them. Kyoya had originally been full of nerves from their note left for Renge's eyes, but in the club he wouldn't allow those nerves to exist. Not here when Kagome was so close by trying to pick two curtain samples for the curtain rod hanging over the window. It had been her idea to send the old curtains to get cleaned so now Kyoya stood under the twinkling chandelier admiring the colors her light allowed to sparkle through the crystals overhead.

And then she felt it. A change. The birds outside the window had taken off from the trees. The subtle vibrations that made the curtains shake in her hands. Traveling in Feudal Japan she'd felt something like this. Normally, it preceded a demon shooting out from under the earth or a quake of immense destruction. The chandelier began moving just the slightest, but she could feel the trembles other's couldn't. Animal instinct screamed at her that something worse was about to happen, that these were just the harbingers of something larger. Kagome ran forward and threw her arms out, knocking Kyoya down and sending the both of them flying to the floor away from the chandelier. Her voice was at its full capability when she shouted, "EVERYONE DOWN!" The bigger quake rumbled shook the entire building causing a few cracks along the walls. The curtain rod broke from cracks in the wall and tumbled, rolling to a stop next to the duo.

"Under the tables! Now," instructed Kyoya. "Stay away from the windows!"

Cake tumbled and glasses rattled and broke while guests hid under the tables. The quake lasted about four minutes when part of the ceiling began to crack over Renge and the twins.

Kagome was going on sheer preservation, what she'd done a thousand times for her friends in the past. With the reflexes of a warrior, she shot out from Kyoya's arms to the trio just as the huge chunk of ceiling broke off. "Kagome! No!"

Her hands flew up and once again instinct couldn't stop itself. A flash of bright pink light illuminated the room for a split second before the ceiling tumbled. A shield was thrown up in defense. It would've knocked them out or killed them. It would have been a bloody incident that the rich weren't used to seeing. It would have been so many things had not the large chunk of ceiling hit her barrier. The strain of it bore upon her shoulders, rubble encasing the four in darkness. Renge's blue eyes and the twins' golden eyes stared at her glowing pink body. There were no doubts at what they saw. It would have been pitch black, but the pink of her skin basked them in a soft glow as her hands tried to keep the weight off, stretching the barrier to limits she'd trained in her past to surpass.

The enormity of this action wasn't lost on them.

Understanding dawned upon the trio. That fairy tale that had been told to them, the one where Kagome had made her life a sweet little fable where she'd been the Shikon priestess… it hadn't been a joke. It was real and they were staring it in the face as she sweated under the tension and strain of keeping up a barrier. God, she should've practiced her powers more as soon as she'd returned. They were not quite as strong as they'd once been.

"Kagome!" Kyoya was up and digging furiously around the broken pieces of rubble as the wave of motion halted. He'd brought the curtain rod with him, trying to use it as a wedge to get the heavier pieces of ceiling off. Fire alarms had been triggered by the quake, students cried and made so much noise. But Kyoya heard nothing but the beat of his own frantically worried heart. Mori and Honey were hastily digging alongside him and Haruhi and Tamaki had tossed off their jackets and were down on hands and knees helping.

Tamaki turned towards the on looking hosts. "Quick, someone get help! Go in pairs in case something happens!" Four students ran off together, quick to help. Others had tears in their eyes for fear of what happened to the four trapped under the debris.

Soon the room became really quiet as the gravity of what had happened preceded everything. Four of their friends may yet be lost. Prayers, tears, and the ever present huffing and scraping as the Host Club members pulled at the rubble. The way the floor had pitched they were terrified the group had been lost through the flooring. "Everyone avert your eyes just in case," ordered Tamaki. No one should have to see what they may yet uncover and so the ladies averted their eyes and tried to keep quiet and hopeful.

They continued prying at the pieces. "Kagome, are you okay?" Kyoya called out, hoping she would answer. His hands were bleeding where he'd scraped them on sharper spots, but it didn't deter him from his progress. Kyoya stopped using his hands and gripped onto the rod. Suddenly, a chord of memory struck within him. Her safety was all that mattered so he didn't stop himself as the rod grew hot under his hand and suddenly under the debris Kagome's barrier was no longer needed as a purple one covered over her and the others. The strain of her powers was no longer warranted so the pink glow thrummed once before springing back into her body.

Shocked eyes stared at it. None so shocked as Kagome. The trio trapped with her believed it to be her powers, but it wasn't. She knew this power, but it was stronger than it had ever been. Kyoya held onto the rod and seemed to feel the wind pick up from the broken windows and felt it lifting up the largest section of ceiling that Mori was reaching for, allowing Mori to easily toss it aside.

Kyoya dropped the rod to the ground with Sesshomaru's words echoing in his mind. "This Sesshomaru did not expect to feel the presence of a monk..."

The Host Club expected to find bad news when they uncovered the four.

Instead, they were unscathed. More so than anyone in the room. Kagome was trembling.

"She really is a priestess," mumbled a shocked Renge as it registered. The entirety of that sad story. All the while Hikaru and Karou had been ambushed by a worried Haruhi who was hugging them both dearly, hiding the tears she had for worrying over them both against Hikaru's neck.

And Kyoya forgot himself.

He took Kagome in his arms and was running a hand through her disheveled hair all the while kissing her forehead. "Are you okay?" He thumbed for bruises, looked her over, and when her teary clear blue eyes looked back at him he gave her a deep kiss that shattered all illusions that Kyoya was the cool and aloof type. This was a kiss of sheer heat and longing and love that confused everyone but the Host Club. When he pulled away he pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Never do that again!" He was chastising her and incredibly pissed off. "You could have been killed! I don't care if someone's in danger, placing yourself in it again is no way to-"

"Kyoya," voiced Renge.

"I swear you're lucky we're both what we are! Something like that could've-"

"Kyoya."

"Not now Renge, I'm-" His words fell and he realized what had just happened. They'd just been caught. And not just caught. Their feelings had been on display for everyone to see. All because he had forgotten himself in moment of sheer worry.

"Tamaki."

"Yes sir."

"Shut the doors. Kaoru, Hikaru, take Kagome to the bathroom." He was going to get it out now. Sure, he might have ruined quite a bit of plans that had been laid out. But he was a Host Club member and breaking this young woman's heart had been his doing. It warranted explanation and honesty. The next four words addressed to the French heiress were words no one ever wanted to hear in a relationship. "We need to talk."

A/N: Woot. I hope you enjoyed that chapter. ^_^