Me: Hope you are happy, Kaoru. You and your lovebird are together.

Kaoru: …yeah…

Haruhi: Come on, don't be so stubborn. InfiniteSnow gave you your happy ending right?

Kaoru: Not mine. Our happy ending…

Haruhi: *madly blushes*

Me: *Rolls my eyes* save all the mushy romance for the chapter, idiot.

Kaoru: Hey!

Me: What's that? Do I hear a request for a TamaHaru?

Kaoru: He's not gone yet?!

Haurhi: Shoot.

Me: Nope. But he will be soon. I do not own OHSHC, and it's original plot line. I do own this story and the OC's created.

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Kyoya leaned back in his seat and smirked at the invitation.

Tamaki swelled in anger, and Hunny and his wife simply shrugged at the elegant invitation.

"She was supposed to be mine, you know," Tamaki clenched his glass, causing it to break in his hands and blood spilled from the cuts.

Everyone's eyes gleamed a bright red, and Kyoya, fed up with Tamaki's temper tantrums, ordered in a icy voice, "Clean up your filthy mess, Tamaki. I don't want to have to make my servants do it for you."

Tamaki glared at him, not obeying him and Kyoya sighed, and took out a pad and murmured, "I guess I will put it on his tab, then."

"You're missing the point!" Tamaki bellowed.

"And the point is…?" Kyoya lifted an eyebrow, nonchalantly.

"She's getting married. I called her first!" Tamaki clenched his bloody fists.

"Actually, the twins beat you to it. So please, kindly shut up before I kick you out," Kyoya glared at Tamaki with his pen pointed at him.

"Don't you dare…!" Tamaki started, but was cut off.

"What Ootori-san said," a cold and unfeeling voice said, right behind Tamaki.

Tamaki swirled around his seat and paled when he saw who was there. Ayama Jonouchi Suoh stood there, in a calm ladylike grace, glaring at him with two glowing red eyes.

Tamaki gulped, "Dear, I can explain…"

"Don't bother telling me. I found out myself and Ootori-san told me," Ayame glared hard. She should've known better than to fall for his false charms. She deserved better than this jerk.

Tamaki glared at Kyoya. How did the noble vampire girl beat him to it? Kyoya shrugged his shoulders and said, "She deserved to know. She isn't as dumb as the other nobles, you know."

Tamaki shivered, and was furthermore shocked when Ayame sighed loudly at his lack of an answer, and pulled off the diamond wedding ring off her ring finger.

"Keep it," she curtly said, "because wealth is more important to you than love."

And with that, she chucked the ring straight at Tamaki's head. Turning swift on her heels, she left the Ootori mansion as mysteriously as she had came. Kyoya leaned back in his seat, and smirked.

"What an interesting girl."

[Hitachiin Mansion]

"That is not the dress for my daughter!" Azumi smacked her forehead when she saw Haruhi struggle in a fluffy dress.

"Since when was my daughter?" Haruhi wheezed when she finally got out of the dress and high heels.

"Since forever," Azumi smirked.

Haruhi sweatdropped.

"Anyways, I am glad he confessed, finally. Now I get to plan your wedding! My little sparrow!" Azumi whipped out a handkerchief and dramatically wiped away her tears away.

Haruhi sighed, exasperated, "There has GOTTA be a break in dress fitting."

"No slangs! It is unladylike!" Azumi stashed away her handkerchief and hit Haruhi's head with a feathery green fan.

"Since when did you like green?" Haruhi noticed Azumi wearing a lot of dark green lately.

"Since forever," Azumi shrugged.

"Oh yeah, and the last time we had a dinner party you wore a violet gown," Haruhi rolled her eyebrows.

Azumi blushed and muttered, "My husband is right about your memory."

"It wasn't a hundred years ago, or something," Haruhi sweat-dropped, shrugging her shoulders anime-style.

Azumi coughed and said, "Next dress!"

Haruhi slapped her forehead, and muttered, "Shoot…"

[Living Room]

Hikaru whined like a little girl and slumped across the couch. Eating scones and drinking expensive tea at a quick rate, Kaoru rolled his eyes at the sight, sighing, "Brother, you are going to puke if you eat too much."

"Hey, I gotta refuel somehow. Having a wife like mine is tiring," Hikaru shook his head.

Kaoru gently smiled.

"But I don't mind," Hikaru smiled a childish one before letting a tired maid off for the day, from having to run back and forth for more scones and tea.

"I wonder if Suoh-san is up to his schemes again," Kaoru murmured, wondering if Tamaki really left once and for all, or is going to make another dramatic appearance.

"I don't think so," Hikaru pouted, startling Kaoru, "we kicked him out of here, right? How can he come crawling back on all fours? Then he would only be bringing down his reputation. I mean, it got damaged enough by being kicked out. Why would he try to come back and bring it even down more?"

Kaoru looked at him with a grave look and said, "He is after my fiancé. I do not think he is the kind of person who will let our family be happy. He wants to take everything we treasure the most, away from us. And that includes my form of happiness, Haruhi. Ootori-san tried to take away your wife from you, remember?"

Hikaru shivered.

"Those two work hand-in-hand, you know that. They don't like each other, but they do it for the merits. They always gain something in the end," Hikaru remembered.

"Whether it is women to play with, money to throw around, land to trash, or jewelry to use once and throw away," Kaoru's eyes darkened at the thought of them using his fiancé and throwing her in a corner.

"What a deadly version of poker," Hikaru mumbled.

"Indeed," Kaoru rested his chin on his palm and glared at the ground, watching it crack under his powers.

"Kaoru, calm yourself down. No one will take her away," Hikaru moved to where Kaoru was sitting, and put a hand on his shoulder.

By the end of his dark thoughts, a huge, nasty crack adorned the flawless marble flooring. But then in once second, the crack healed up, as if it never existed.

"That," Kaoru pointed to the crack, "is what I never want to see happen."

"What?" Hikaru wasn't dense, but Kaoru is choosing to be crafty with his words.

"I don't want my developed hatred for Suoh, the large hideous crack, to disappear, as if I never had been angry at him in the first place," Kaoru explained.

Hikaru nodded, and whispered, "I hope not."

Even though the crack wasn't visible in the marble tiling, the twins had one in their heart, the symbol of their hatred for Tamaki. And even though it isn't visible, they will always carry it, because Tamaki had officially broken the borders.

"Oh, why did you make that crack disappear? I thought it was lovely," a snicker came from right behind the twins.

Hikaru and Kaoru swiveled around to see Tamaki in his all-glory craze. Standing like he had been running a hundred miles.

"What do you want?" Kaoru growled.

"I want what had belonged to me from the start," Tamaki snickered.

"Ahh, Haruhi, that gown was fabulous!" a cheery voice came.

"Whatever…" a worn out voice came out.

Azumi and Haruhi stood, alarmed when they saw Tamaki stare hungrily at Haruhi.

"What do you want, you filthy mutt?" Azumi glared at Tamaki, shoving Haruhi behind her, so she wouldn't get any direct hits.

"Step aside," Tamaki glared at her, "And let me claim my property."

"I am not yours," Haruhi glared.

"Of course you are, my little marionette," Tamaki snickered evilly.

As he was about to lunge for Haruhi, a rope winded around Tamaki's waist, and tied him down to the chair. Shaking her head in disapproval, she said, "You are more of a sadistic womanizer than a true lover, Tamaki."

Everyone in the room had turn into stone from shock.

"Ayame Suoh?" Haruhi breathed, she had heard a lot about the lady.

"Ah, ah, ah, not a Suoh anymore. Even though I am a mere noble, I would rather die than have his pureblood name," Ayame wagged her index finger.

"You broke it off?" Hikaru's jaw could've hit the floor by then.

"Can't a woman have her dignity?" Ayame crossed her arms.

"That isn't what my brother meant," Kaoru reassured Ayame, but was shocked as well.

"Good," Ayame smirked, "I hope so."

"But how did you find out?" Azumi asked, her mind in a blur.

"I started to get suspicious when Tamaki would come home and drink his heart out with wine and murmuring things about this 'Haruhi' girl," Ayame motioned towards the girl.

"Sorry," Haruhi felt bad even though it wasn't her fault.

"No, you're fine. It is his stupidity and egoistic nature," she said, and Tamaki sent a glare and she just waved him off, making him even angrier.

"Anyways, he would talk nonstop about Haruhi, and I got curious. Curiosity killed the cat when he asked a painter to paint countless portraits of her, large and small ones, of all sizes in different sceneries, and dresses and positions. He even asked for a few 'husband and wife' portraits of him and you," Ayame told Haruhi.

Kaoru clenched his fists at the last statement.

Ayame noticed this and said, "Don't worry; I burned all of those stupid couple portraits."

Kaoru relaxed, and Ayame continued her story.

"Then when I thought he was having an affair or going on a chase to have a woman to play with, I went to Ootori san. As much as you all might hate him and his family for being a group of blackmailers, I had to say he was useful in telling me what was happening. I do not like him too much, but I found him as a good tool in finding out my needed information. Once I realized Tamaki is nothing but a womanizing jerk, I broke off the marriage, by chucking my ring at his head. He still had a red bump on his head where I chucked it," Ayame smirked.

Azumi breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know how she would be able to break the news to Ayame. To tell the truth, she was pretty surprised that Ayame was able to handle it. She thought Ayame might fall apart in shock from the news.

Ayame looked at her wristwatch and sighed.

"Well, I guess I am going to untie him, drag him to his parents, and tell him what he had really been doing and see that he gets a huge punishment for his foolishness. As for Fujioka-san, I see you are a very kind-hearted girl, and hope that we can become very good friends in the distant future," Ayame warmly smiled at Haruhi, who smiled back.

Untying Tamaki from the chair, she tied the rope around his neck and dragged Tamaki to the doorway, and called over her shoulder, "Don't worry! I will make it to the wedding!"

"I will stop it!" Tamaki yelled.

"Yeah right, womanizer. I will make sure the punishment from your parents is so big you don't have time to intervene with their wedding."

"This is not the ending of it!"

"Uh, yeah it is."

The agonizing yells and blunt cut-offs got dimmer and dimmer as they were gone from sight, and Haruhi walked across the room and hugged Kaoru.

Kaoru hugged her tightly and said, "That was close."

"I know."

"I still get to choose the high heels, right?" Azumi fanned herself.

But by then, Haruhi was asleep in Kaoru's arms, from a hard day's worth of work, from choosing dresses to trying on ridiculously high shoes.

"Aw, come on, she needs to try on a few more pairs," Azumi grumbled.

"Give her a break, dear. Our daughter can try on the shoes later, all right? How about morning?" Hikaru chuckled.

"It is night. In the day, we go to sleep," Azumi casted an eye at her husband.

"Wow, I have to say ever since she came, we act more like humans than vampires," Hikaru chuckled, draping an arm over Azumi's shoulder.

To weary to argue, Azumi said, "How so?"

"Awake during day, fast asleep by night. Not our sleeping patter," Hikaru shook his head.

"Since when was my fiancé your daughter?" Kaoru raised an eyebrow.

"Since forever," both of them said.

"You two say that a lot," Kaoru shook his head, "and I thought my fiancé was weird when she thought you two fight like an old married couple."

"Well, she's right," Azumi smirked.

"Well, mother in law, I am going to carry her to her bedroom because she is asleep and I do not want her to lose sleep in the days before her big wedding, now do I?" Kaoru smirked.

Azumi scoffed, "Heck no."

"Come on, pumpkin, bedtime," Kaoru smiled.

"But…" Haruhi whined in her sleep.

"No buts. Or do you want to put on more high heels?" Kaoru smiled again.

"No…" Haruhi shook her head in her sleep.

Kaoru gently chuckled as he climbed up the stairs to her room. Opening the door, he made his way to the beautiful midnight blue bed. Tucking his fiancé in the thick covers, he also took off his shoes and crawled in after her, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't in a nightwear, and neither was Haruhi.

But it didn't matter. It all mattered that his love wasn't in the hands of her abusive father.

She was no longer starved, she was no longer hurt, she was no longer kicked out in the cold, she was no longer cut with wine bottles and beer bottle caps. She wasn't as battered, and deprived of life as the first day he saw her.

Soon, she will be his wife, and he will make sure, that she will never be alone, ever again.

Kaoru gently smiled, and smoothed the hairs off of her face, and watched her breathe in her sleep. The soft moonlight rays bathed them, and he started to feel at ease. He wasn't sleepy, as being a vampire made him wide awake at night. She'll get used to their ways, no doubt about it.

Kaoru smiled. She was something.

Before she came, he was hallow inside, and cold. He had a heart of ice, and a mask of indifference.

She was broken and shattered and had a battered past.

In some ways, he was a lock who locked his feelings and emotions away, to the point that no one could be able to open it.

She was his key, opening up him and showing him that it is okay to cry and care and smile and love like any creature on the planet.

He had an icy heart, and she had a battered past.

And no one could visualize a more unique couple than them: a vampire and a human.