So, here's the final chapter! I really hoped you all enjoyed this and will read my future fics when I stop procrastinating and work on them :P

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I'm sad now. . . :(

Now that I'm done being sentimental, I don't own Ouran sadly enough

Someone knocked on his door; he didn't move a muscle to let them in. Maybe if whoever it was thought he wasn't there, they would just leave him alone. That was all he really wanted.

"Takashi." Mitsukuni's voice came through the screen, "I know you're in there, you haven't left that room in a week."

Still, he said nothing.

"You can't keep this up."

Nothing.

"I'm coming in."

Not a word.

The small university student slid the door open and came in with a plate of food, "It's for you. Your parents said that you haven't been eating." but Takashi didn't say anything. "You know this isn't how she would have wanted you to live. How long until you step outside of this room? It's like you're. . . you're dishonoring her memory."

Takashi looked at him, "Leave."

"If you loved her-"

"Leave."

"Okay Takashi, but don't shut us out, we care about you." and his cousin walked away. On his way out, he saw the newspaper from four days ago, exactly where Takashi had dropped it. The headline on the open page read, "Small plane goes down in Philippine Sea". He hadn't read the article, "I'm taking this newspaper Takashi." But his cousin was already staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. He walked out into the hall and sat down outside the room and opened the paper.

'. . . the only two passengers were mother and daughter Hayden Carissa and Kichida Emiko. They were on their way to Brisbane, Australia when the plane experienced engine trouble and crashed into the sea. A recovery team found the wreckage, but bodies have yet to be recovered. The family is not holding a memorial until their lost family members have been found.'

Hanoinzuka Mitsukuni could only imagine the pain the Kichida family was going through right now. The boys and the little girl must be having an especially hard time. But he doubted than any of them were taking it as hard as Takashi was. The Host Club had come several times in the last few days, none of them really felt like going to school either. The only one who hadn't come was Kyouya, he was still going to school.

"Is he still in there?" a voice said. There was none other than Kyouya, who hadn't come to see Takashi at all.

"Yes, he's not doing good."

"I'll talk to him."

"He didn't listen to me, I really doubt he'll listen to you."

"I'm probably the last person he wants to see, but I think I can get through to him."

"Good luck."

Kyouya slid open the door, the older boy was sitting at the window. "Mori-sempai, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but I want to talk to you." When the older boy didn't look at him, Kyouya continued on, "I found this," he pulled a picture out of out his pocket, "under her pillow." Takashi looked at him and Kyouya handed him the picture. It was a picture of them at the park smiling at something or other. How she ahd this picutre he didn't know. "It was taken by someone following you two, how she got them, I don't know, but she slept with this picture under her pillow. There was also a note left for you." Kyouya held up an envelope, "But I won't let you have it until you start acting how she would want you to act. She would never want you to be like this. You were her strength, and she would always want you to be strong."

Mori looked at him, "You loved her too."

"Yes, but she belongs to you, I think I'll survive. Now get up and leave this room, for her."

He looked at Kyouya, "Give me some time."

"Okay, I'll still have this," he waved the envelope, "when you decide to come out." Before he left he turned around, "They caught Yamada Ichiro yesterday, as it turns out the whole Yamada clan was backing him so they busted the clan and Ichiro won't be out of prison for a long time." He left the room and told Hunny that he figured Mori would be out in a day at least then left the Morinozuka estate

He stood outside of the Ootori estate early the next day. Kyouya had used underhanded tactics to get him to leave his room, but he was glad that he had. He needed to get out of his room to see that everyone was right, this is how Emi would have wanted it.

"I'll go fetch Kyouya-san." the butler said, "Come in."

Takashi waited in their entrance hall until Kyouya came with the envelope, "It's nice to see you out of your house."

"Thank you Kyouya."

He smirked, "It's was she would have wanted." he handed the envelope, "And she wanted you." and he walked away.

Takashi opened the envelope and pulled out a scrap of paper with an address on it. He got into the car and handed the driver the address. "This is in Kyoto Morinozuka-sama." the driver said.

"How fast can we get there and back?"

"If you don't stay too long, and I hurry, before nine tonight."

"Lets go."

He watched the other cars go by as they got closer to Kyoto. What was this mysterious address that Emi had left for him? Did he really want to find out what it was? He needed to move on, was this the best thing to do if he wanted to move on? No, he needed some kind of closure, and since they hadn't found the bodies yet, this might be the only kind he got. He looked at the picture and felt his heart sink, knowing he would never see that smile again but in that picture.

The driver pulled up to a house just on the outskirts of Kyoto, a beach side mansion. Why was he here? He got out and knocked on the door. He had barely finished knocking when Kanaye, Emi's brother, answered the door, "We've been waiting for you." he said.

"You have?"

"Longer than we expected to." He let Takashi in and they walked through the house, "We figured Kyouya would give you the envelope sooner."

His stomach tightened, "So it wasn't Emi's?"

"No, it was mine, I gave it to Kyouya. But she really did sleep with that picture under her pillow." he led Takashi to a back door slid it open, "Emi wanted you to come here, it's a good place to think."

"Thank you."

"No problem, I would do anything for my little sister."

He walked out the door into the sun which was sinking lower in the autumn sky. It set the water on fire in a way he'd never seen before. Emi was right, this was a good place. He walked to the edge of the water, looking out, then he felt like he could let her go. Takashi looked to his left at the rocks by the water. Sitting on one of the rocks looking out was a young woman; her brown hair blew in the soft breeze and her arms were wrapped around her knees.

That's when he knew that nothing he had just gone through mattered. He walked up to her, "Hey." he called up.

She looked down at him, "Hey." and she gave him a small smile that was all too familiar to him.

I'm not saying this is the end, I might post up a final epilouge, might, but I'm not sure yet.

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~Cloudy