Sorry guys, this chapter isn't very good. Please read the AN at the bottom. Xx

Kyoya walked back from Haruhi's room with a bundle of clothes in his hand and a slight spring in his step, Ootori's don't skip but if they did it would look like that. He was in such a good mood, he couldn't help it. He... sprung? Right past his brothers open doorway only to come to a shuddering stop as he heard a sound unlike anything he could remember hearing before. The sound of his elder brother crying.

Have you ever heard something that completely throws you off kilter? Something that confuses and upsets you at the same time? That was what this was for Kyoya;he peered in and saw Akito bent over at his desk, his good mood well and truly ruined. Cautiously he stepped into the no longer pristine room, clothes and books littered the floor where they had been carelessly flung, picture albums were left on the table with empty bottles of wine and dirty cups. From his position he could see a picture which had been pulled out of its duty casing. Akito was stood in it smiling like Kyoya had never seen, so openly and brightly as he looked at the other occupant of the photo, a girl. She looked to be very pleasant, long brown hair framed a pale, freckled face. She appeared to be slightly above average weight but unlike the bigger girls at Ouran she didn't look ill from it she just looked happy as she gazed into his brothers eyes. Eyes, they looked so familiar, deep, wide brown eyes that stared at Akito as if he was the only person in the world, a light blush adorning her cheeks.

Kyoya wrenched his eyes away from the photo, he felt as if he was looking at something beyond personal, and continued his journey to his sobbing brother. "Akito," Said man shot upright in his chair, whipping his face before turning to face his baby brother. "What are you doing in here Kyoya?" Kyoya winced at the harsh tone being used but stood firmly in front of one of the only men he had ever looked up to in his life, "What's wrong?"

Akito snorted, how could he begin to explain, yet even as he thought about how impossible it was he found himself doing just that.

"Don't give her up, Kyoya if you love that girl do not give her up!" "What do you-" "Don't interrupt me; this is hard enough as it is without you asking questions." Kyoya nodded in understanding and took a seat on a chair next to his brother as he waited for Akito to explain what had driven him to the state of disarray that Kyoya found him in.

"When I was your age Father was, well he was a lot different from the man he is today. He was a lot stricter, harsher, more set in his ways than you can even begin to imagine. His expectations for us, as you know, have never been high. We are the younger sons. He wanted us to marry well, I would then get to work under our brother, for you it was even less important what you did so long as you held up the name of Ootori at all times. He set me up, a marriage interview. I was expected to go, smile politely, make connections and make father proud. I arrived a few minutes late thanks to terrible traffic and when I got to the room there was a girl but she was alone. She was cleaning away the tea that had been prepared for us and I panicked, I told her to sit down, apologised. I served her the cold fucking tea and talked to her." He shook his head at the memory.

"I mean I really talked to her, she was intelligent and witty and I thought maybe just maybe I wouldn't be completely miserable. I got home feeling happier than I had in ages only to spend an hour in father's office being screamed at for not turning up, how he had spent an all afternoon on the phone to his business associate who was trying to calm his daughter down because she felt like she had been rejected. Father made up some lie about me having to go to hospital and not being able to ring anyone which appeased them both, he rescheduled and escorted me there himself to make sure I made it. The interview was terrible, she was dull and dreary and stupid and even father changed his mind about her. As we were leaving I saw the girl again. She worked there Kyoya, she fucking worked there! I had spent ages trying to get staff to want to marry me and she said nothing."

Kyoya had to bite his lip at the face Akito pulled when he said 'nothing'. It was one of the weirdest faces he had ever seen, Akito's eyes became buggy and they had an accusing glint to them. The whole story so far was so farfetched it was hard to believe and it was only going to get weirder.

"Well, after that she was everywhere. Every time I turned around there she was doing... commoners stuff, after two weeks of it I confronted her, 'Why are you following me?'... She didn't remember me, she didn't fucking remember me. How many guys used to hit at her at that job that she couldn't remember me? Well anyway we ended up talking and talking led to exchanging phone numbers and numbers became dinner dates. We weren't officially dating a month later but we may as well have been. She was my go to person, whenever Father gave me hassle, whenever I had a shit day at work I called her and she dropped everything to come to me. I fell for her, hard and fast. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met and she supported me, when I told father I wanted to be considered as a successor for the main company she was there for me. But that's where things started going wrong."

Kyoya sat in shock; he had never known that Akito wanted to be considered for the heir. Akito was always the one who told him to make do with the natural order and that they shouldn't try to usurp their brother. Akito stumbled to his feet and went to is open drinks cabinet; he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured himself out a healthy amount.

"Father found out about her, he was furious. Told me to end it but I refused, I thought he had given up. We dated for nearly two years before he acted. He told me that I was a serious candidate for having his companies; he told me I could have them within six months if... If I broke up with her. I was proud and stupid, I thought I could have my cake and eat it too so I told him I had when I hadn't, he found out. He told me that if I didn't get rid of her I would have nothing. I wanted to be able to support her financially;she had worked for all her life in one form or another so I thought if I could do this... Who am I kidding, I wanted to be father's heir, I wanted the companies. So I said the only thing that I knew would persuade her to leave, I told her I didn't love her Kyoya. I never figured... I always thought-"Tears started rolling down his cheeks and Kyoya was at a loss for what to do. He didn't know what to say, what could he say? This was a whole new side to his brother. Kyoya finally felt like he understood the broken man before him a little better, the reason he had always told Kyoya not to compete against Yuuichi wasn't because he didn't want the 'natural order' being messed with or because he wanted to compete himself secretly and unhindered. He didn't want Kyoya to compete because he didn't want Kyoya to feel the pain he had.

Resentment flashed through Kyoya at the sight of what his father had done to this once proud man who now sat crying and drinking. Akito had been foolish but Yoshio had been so much worse.

"I always thought she'd be there. I thought if I got the companies she would like me more, I could look after her and love her and she would be there but- I went to find her you know, after I sent her a letter and she sent it back shredded, she'd moved. No-one knew where she was, the new owners of her flat said she sold in a hurry. He's changed Kyoya; I can hardly recognise him these days but still... Don't lose her Kyoya, she's a good girl... she's a-"

He slumped forwards, exhausted. Kyoya cautiously walked forward and took the glass from his limp hand. He helped him up to his bed and walked back into the living room silently. His head was buzzing, that had been so weird. Too many things had been messed with for him to feel right, his brother had been crying and not only that his brother and been spilling his proverbial guts. Could his father have really promised the companies to Akito and then just take them away? Of course he could, it was just like him to be so manipulative. But why was Haruhi accepted when Akito's girl was forced away?

He suddenly felt fatigued, but more than that, he needed to talk to someone. Haruhi, he needed to talk to Haruhi. He picked the girls clothes up from their place on his brother's couch and walked quickly to his room.

"Kyoya. Is that you?"

He smiled and headed towards the bathroom. "Yes, it's me." "Good, I'm absolutely freezing. Did you get some clothes?" he caught himself just before nodding as he knocked on the door, "Yes I got some." "Come in."

Haruhi was sat on the rim of the bath, wrapped in a big fluffy towel. He took note of the way her wet hair clung to her forehead and the droplets rolled down her pale neck. "Where were you?" he was snapped out of his observation of her and he struggled to think of a good reply. "I-I was with Akito."

Haruhi smiled brightly at him, "Oh, ok. I was just a little worried because it took you so long and my room isn't that far away." He just handed her the bundle and left.

"So what took you?" Sighing, he replied.

"My brother is an honest drunk."

Ranka picked up his phone and dialled, today had not been a good day and he needed some good news, anything would do.

"Hey uncle Ra-Ra." Ranka smiled, Lizzie sounded happy which meant, for one thing, that he hadn't woken her up.

"Hey Lizzie. How are things?" "Uh, you know. Same old and all that jazz. To be honest I am knackered but what are you going to do? How are you?"

Ranka slipped a hand through his hair, "I don't know, a lot has happened very quickly and I just don't know where I stand anymore." "Jesus! Tell me about it." "You having a hard time too?" "No, I mean literally tell me about it uncle Ra-Ra."

Ranka laughed at the tone in Lizzie's voice. She sounded just like her mother... so he told her so. "Shut the hell up! I do not. Now what's wrong, I don't need to be there to know that it's more than just tomorrow that's bringing you down." So Ranka explained, he explained about the house, about Haruhi and Kyoya and about his issues at work. Anything and everything came spilling out until there was nothing left.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't be dumping on you." "It's fine, dump away. Rather me then Haruhi. Speaking of which I cannot believe she didn't mention that your house was destroyed." "Well it only happened a couple of days ago." "Yes, but I was on the phone with her earlier, and I gave her some less than stellar advice so please check on her in a bit and make sure she's ok, in my defence my body is lagging and she lied and said I didn't need coffee for that conversation and I did. I really, really did. But my point is she told me about anything and everything but. Well that and her little boyfriend's name."

"Ah, what advice? What did you tell my baby girl to do? And her boyfriend's name is Kyoya." "What? Yes, I know that I mean his last name. Have you rung Ire san?" "Why do you want to know his last name? Oh, no I completely forgot about Ire Kun. He always has something." "What is his last name?" Ranka started at the tone of her voice, he hadn't heard that tone since... "Lizzie, sweetie. What's going on?" "His name uncle Ra-Ra. What is it?" "Ootori." Silence met him; he could barely hear her breathing, "I have to go." "NO! Lizzie, don't go, talk to me. Talk to me about anything but please don't go right now." "I'm Fine uncle Ranka I just need to go. Bye."

The obnoxious beeping of the dial tone filled his ears, with a sigh he placed the phone down next to him and ran a hand over his face. "I'm tiered." Ranka said to no one in particular. He lay back on his bed and stared at the sterile looking ceiling.

When had his life become so chaotic? He had no home, no wife, a teenage daughter that he was becoming more and more distanced to and a niece who...

Groaning he sat up and turned on the computer that Mr. Ootori had kindly supplied him. They needed order, Haruhi and himself, they needed a home. Somewhere they could come back to on a night and not feel like they were visitors. No matter how kind Mr. Ootori had been they were no more than glorified guests.

After sending a quick email to Ire Kun about his need for accommodation Ranka glanced at the clock. He still had an hour before he had to get ready for work, with a sigh he heaved himself into bed, after setting an alarm, and fell into a troubled sleep.

"Poor Akito." Haruhi sat next to her quiet boyfriend, her heart went out to the man suffering down the hall. "Should we go see if he's ok?"

Kyoya shook his head, sighing lightly, "No, I put him to bed. He needs to sleep it off." He watched her nod in understanding out of the corner of his eye. She was so beautiful, biting her full bottom lip and wringing her delicate fingers as she thought about his brother. She wanted to help his family, even after everything his father had done to her... after everything he had done to her too. The debt, the rough kiss, the yelling. His heart skipped a beat when she came into the room and sank in his chest like a lead balloon when she left.

He found it hard to breathe around her but would never want to find out what it would be like without her. She frustrated him more than any other human being in the world and he was friends with Tamaki Suoh! She challenged him and laughed with him. She made him feel... whole?

All his life Kyoya had shut off from stupid feelings like these. You couldn't run a successful business if your head was preoccupied with how someone else was feeling that day, whether they were thinking about you whilst you thought of them. He had contented himself to the fact he would marry an heiress of his father's choosing and be silently unhappy but throwing himself into the business. That was what he had planned but now...

An arm shot out and pulled Haruhi firmly into a solid chest. 'I'm going to have to talk to him about all this pulling me around. Don't act like you don't like it. Shut up you!' Carefully he twisted so they lay down, Haruhi rested tightly against him as he wrapped his arms around her and placed his face against her soft, damp hair.

"Haruhi, please don't ever leave me." "What? Kyoya don't be s-"

"I love you."

That's where I'm leaving this chapter. There would have been more but I've been struggling with school work, private life and writers block. On top of that I received a horrible review the other day that has really taken away any motivation I had to write at the minute.

I have always said and maintain the fact that it is your right, as readers, to not like what I write. If you don't like it you should tell me, again as is your right. That is the point of the review, to tell me what you like and what you don't so I can make the story the best it can be for you as readers, there isn't any point in me writing something you all hate.

However, there is a difference between not liking something and telling me what you don't like in a way that I can do something about and just sending me hate. So to you 'anoied reeder', if you don't like my story that is fine, I'm sorry, but before you call me a spaz please learn to spell.

I am not going to remove your review because that is your opinion and you're entitled to it.

Sorry guys, not really in the mood to do a respond to review thing today =( I have a lot of work to catch up on as well but I thought I'd give you this even if it did just end up as filler. Had many plans for this chapter but they may turn out better if I leave it till next chapter and I'm in a better frame of mind, sorry guys.

Thank you everyone else for your lovely reviews =) I hope this chapter doesn't let you down.

Soooo I wonder how Haruhi will respond, Kyoya has told other people he loves her in front of her but this is the first time it was to her face. How will she reply? Will she say it back or will she panic?

Wp2 xx