A large romantic gesture? Kyoya's eyebrows knitted together. He didn't know squat about large romantic gestures, despite having been in the Host Club. He was the one that was involved in the logistics of everything, who planned and arranged. He knew squat about romance, but it appeared that for Shana's sake, he had to try – and succeed.

He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. This was all his fault, and he knew he would move the sun and the earth if it got Shana to stop being mad at him, to forgive him and smile at him like he was the most important person in her life again.

When he tried to clear his mind, things started swimming in front of him, and he felt giddy. He sighed and lay back down. He was obviously too drunk to think of anything nice to do for Shana, but he knew he had to sober up if he was going to get his ass in shape and get her back.

It was probably the first time in days he'd gone to sleep with hope that when he woke up, there was something he could do, and it was a nice feeling. A feeling of hope. Because he knew that if it was the last thing he did, he would win her back. There was no other choice; he would never be able to survive without her, now that he had gotten a taste of her perfection.

Shana sat in the diner, her chin resting on her hand, elbow on the table. Kaori and Haruhi had tried to cheer her up by bringing her out, but it wasn't really working. Somehow, everything they talked about made her think about Kyoya.

She looked down at the scratched wooden tabletop, her eyes seeking out the words that had been scratched there by a pair of lovers that had sat here once. 'Kotoko and Chris', the words read. Her fingers smoothed gently over the marks, and she smiled wistfully. She didn't know who these people were, if they were still together, or anything at all about them. But they had left a permanent mark of their love behind, and she somehow envied them that.

Haruhi and Kaori shared a glance. It wasn't like Shana to be so maudlin and quiet. Usually she was the life of the party, always there was a funny remark, or a sarcastic one, but always witty and always smiling and energetic. She'd changed so drastically after Kyoya that it was incredible, and very worrying.

Kaori picked up a lock of Shana's long hair and began stroking it gently. "Babe, you know we love you and all, but this moping around has got to stop," she said softly but insistently. "You can't just stop living your life because of this. Kyoya was an asshole to you, but that doesn't mean that you can just stop living like this. We're worried about you, dear," she continued, her hand now on Shana's shoulder.

Shana's head was bowed, and she refused to look up at either Kaori or Haruhi. They thought she was ignoring them, until her shoulders shook and a muffled sob was heard. Her hands went up to cover her face, but tears leaked between her fingers and fell onto her lap, making wet little spots on her jeans.

"I miss him," she confessed softly, almost inaudibly. "I know it's stupid, because he was terrible to me, and everything, but I miss him. I loved him, and I can't believe that he would do something like that," she told them. "I just want everything to go back to the way they were before, when I didn't have to worry about anything because I knew he would never do something like that."

"Oh, honey," Kaori said sympathetically as she wrapped her arms around Shana while Haruhi waved her hand, indicating that she wanted the bill. The waitress brought the receipt, and, completely ignoring Shana, waited calmly for Haruhi to pay. Working in a diner frequented by college students, she was, of course, used to girls coming in and crying over whatever it was they would cry about.

When the bill was paid, the three of them walked out of the diner, Shana in the middle. Winter was settling in quickly, and the cold air hit them as soon as they opened the door. Shana cursed under her breath as she rubbed her tears away before they froze on her face. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she walked quickly back to the dormitory, head down against the wind.

Kaori made to follow her, but Haruhi stopped her. "She needs to do this by herself," she told her, and the two of them strolled back together behind Shana, ignoring the biting cold. On their way back, they ran into Mori and Hani, who was holding hands with Sakura. "Kaori, there you are! I've been looking for you! Mom sent a care package, you should come over and take your share."

Kaori laughed, bid Haruhi goodbye, and went over to join them. Mori automatically wrapped his arms around her, giving her a greeting hug. She then took his hand in hers and waved at Haruhi as they departed. Taking in the absolute look of bliss on the faces of the people she cared about, she couldn't help but smile too.

She strolled back slowly, alone, reflecting on how her life had changed since that day when she'd walked into Music Room Three. Although it hadn't seemed like it at the time, it had been a life-changing experience for her, and she couldn't imagine what her life had been like without it.

She could barely understand the depth of the metamorphosis she had undergone with the Host Club, and especially Tamaki. She thought about Shana and Kyoya; about as different as any people could get from Tamaki and her, yet somehow she could totally empathise with them. She knew that Shana felt angry, betrayed and sad over what Kyoya had done, and she had to admit, it was pretty terrible, but this was their chance at love, and she cared about both of them too much to let it slip away.

Knowing that Shana had to have some time to lick her wounds, she decided to let her have some time alone, but she resolved to ensure that she and Kyoya wound up together again.

Shana walked into her own room for the first time in days. She had been staying with Kaori and Haruhi for days, but she felt like she needed to tear and destroy and rage and cry, and there was no way she was going to subject their room to the kind of abuse she needed to give.

So she slammed the door violently and kicked it for good measure. Picking a bunch of knick-knacks off the table, she threw them hard against the wall, exulting in the resulting smash and the rain of glass and ceramic that occurred. The fact that these items were all Chantelle's made the sound all the sweeter.

Then she threw open the closets and threw all the clothes out one by one, as hard and as hatefully as she could manage, imagining that each piece of skimpy clothing was Chantelle. "You stupid slut!" she screamed at a particularly infuriating piece of clothing; a practically non-existent tank top with sparkly sequins that was at least two sizes too small for Chantelle.

A small part of her that was still rational wondered absently where all the people were; shouldn't there be concerned people coming to see what the commotion was about, or – scratch that, where were the gossipy crowds of onlookers who wanted to watch her lose it? The rest of her didn't care, though.

She jumped on Chantelle's bed, grabbed the covers, and then jumped off, still holding them as she tore them off the bed. Throwing them into a heap on the floor, she began stepping on them, jumping, and rubbing her shoes all over them. It occurred to her that she must look ridiculous, scraping her booted feet on the covers, but she ignored it.

The covers sufficiently dirtied for her, she grabbed a corner of it while still standing on them, and tried her best to rip them. Of course, holding it like that, she didn't manage to, but she moved her hands down, and pulled again, and she actually heard a ripping sound, and it made her happy.

Leaving the dirty, and now torn covers in the sad heap on the floor, she then grabbed the pillows off the bed, and tore them apart with her bare hands, causing feathers to fly all over the place.

Exhausted from her destructive rampage, she sank down onto her own bed, buried her face into her own pillows, and cried until she fell asleep.

Later that night, Kaori returned to the dorm room, with Mori, Hani, Tamaki and the twins in tow. "Well, this is reminiscent of our Host days," Hikaru commented, an eyebrow raised. Hani cuddled Usa-chan excitedly. "I miss the Host Club!" he said conspiratorially. It was odd; whenever he was with the whole club – or most of the club, he would act like a child again. Although he acted more like a normal person of his age would nowadays, something about being with the members of the club made him act like he used to.

"Haruhi! Why is everyone here!" Tamaki cried, evidently dismayed that his "cuddling time" with her had been interrupted. In response, Haruhi glared at him. "Because Kyoya needs as much help as he can get. And if I recall correctly, Kyoya did help you a lot. Especially on our first date, when you showed up in your grandfather's formal attire – " she waved a hand in the general direction of Tamaki's body before continuing, "and he and the others got you into a normal outfit."

The twins sat close together, using their special telepathy to converse. Kaoru noted that it was rare to see Haruhi so impassioned about anything. Hikaru slanted his eyes at Kaoru and gave him a mental bashing for being so stupid. Haruhi and Kyoya had a special bond – and no one knew how that came about, but somehow it had – and Shana was one of Haruhi's best friends. Suffice it to say, Haruhi had a rather large stake in all of this.

"So," Haruhi said, getting back to the topic at hand, "I've drawn up a list of things that Shana needs to know that Kyoya really does care about her, and that he wants her back really bad." She picked a piece of paper off the desk and they all crowded around it. The list had no heading, but it was clearly labelled and numbered.

"One: big romantic gesture," Hani read out. "Two: a sacrifice?" Hikaru read, making it sound like a question. He turned to look at Haruhi sceptically. "Are you sure? Like throwing someone into a volcano?" he asked. This, of course, wound the entire club into a frenzy, with Mori clutching Hani protectively to him, the twins chattering excitedly about how they could make it happen, and Tamaki going into appalled dramatics.

"No, you idiot!" she snapped. This caused all of them to quiet down for a moment, before Tamaki asked, "Then what do you mean?" Seeing that they were all confused, Haruhi sighed. For a bunch of guys who entertained women, they were surprisingly dense when it came to certain affairs of the heart. "Shana has been abandoned and left alone for most of her life, and now this. She has to know that Kyoya really cares about her," she explained in her best duh tone.

"Ohhhh," they all said in unison, as the light bulbs flickered on. She rolled her eyes, wondering not for the first time how she'd gotten saddled with this bunch of idiots.

"Well, it seems that Shana has money and everything, what would she possibly want from Kyoya?" Mori asked sensibly. "I don't think she would be very comfortable with making Kyoya give up something like friendship or a company or anything for her."

They looked at each other. That was true. "Well, maybe a special gesture would be nice," Hani suggested. They looked at each other again. A special gesture? That sounded intriguing. Maybe they were on to something.

Hi guys!

Sorry for the long break! I had the worst case of writer's block ever. ): I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter (and it was of adequate length). I recently finished the series! And realised that this is not canon. :/ Which kind of sucks but I hope you guys still like it! (: Hehe. This story is literally like writing itself. It's like dictating where it wants to go and I'm just writing it out hehe. Which is kind of disconcerting but fun at the same time! (: I will be updating my Wallflower fic soon. I have some ideas but haven't really put anything concrete down yet… will get on that asap! (:

Love,

Peachy Hikaru