Hi y'all. So, I might stop prewriting stuff. It takes a hell of a lot of time that I don't have. Please forgive me! For your information, it makes my day when you comment or favorite or follow! So please keep making my day! Chapter 11, everybody.

Kyoya POV

Snow, covering the ground in a pristine white blanket, had fallen outside. Tokyo had a silent, unreadable quality about it in this state. I felt like I had forgotten something, as if the white had washed it away.

"Kyo? Are you okay?" a voice asked.

I gazed at the source of the voice. Haruhi was curled up on my lap, her brown hair sprawled over my shoulders. "I'm fine. How about you?"

She gave me a little smile. "You're really warm, you know that?"

I blushed, but tried to shove it back down. "No. No one's ever said that to me."

"They should," she finished, nestling back into me. I got the feeling she was far more tired than she let on.

"Is anything important happening today?" Haruhi asked blearily. I shook my head, but before I could fully answer, I realized something that was moderately important to some people.

"It's my birthday," I said. "Actually, I'll turn seventeen in six hours."

Haruhi abruptly sat up. "It is your birthday, and you didn't bother to tell me, or any other club members?"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

She smacked my arm. "What the hell, Otori?! We need to throw you a birthday party. I'll enlist Tama and we'll make it the best poor-people party ever!"

I kissed her cheek softly. "Any party you throw me will make me happy, even if it's a cupcake with a candle in it."

Haruhi grabbed my hand when she stood up. "Come on, Kyo. Let's inform everyone."

"Why are there girls everywhere?" I asked, pointing in disbelief at the clubroom.

Haruhi smirked cutely. "Informing the club members means informing the entire school. Especially your lady customers."

I threw my hands up. "But I wanted this to be quiet and with just us. I've had enough elaborate parties to last a lifetime." She gave me a reassuring look at that and led me into the room. Girls crowded around me, wishing me a happy birthday, and generally filling the area with their overpowering perfumes. I smiled and greeted them, but I was really waiting for them all to leave so I could spend some more time with my, dare I say it, best friends.

"Ladies, ladies, calm down and give the guest of honor some room," Tamaki said into a microphone. "We have some opportunities for games to play that involve him. How about it?" He paused after the word 'it', as if there was a word he would have said, but couldn't. It probably was 'princess'. I had noticed this before, but he wasn't using that word anymore, not for any of the ladies, when he normally threw it around like a fairy sprinkling magical dust or something. This was strange, but I would question him about it later.

"We'll start with a 'Which is Hikaru?' game!" Everyone cheered except Haruhi and I, who groaned. Hikaru and Kaoru combed their hair back so no one could tell them apart by their hair parts. Twirling around each other, they tried their best to confuse everyone watching. They succeeded; many girls were looking a bit nauseous.

"Now, which one of us is Hikaru?" the twins asked simultaneously. A tentative first-year raised her hand and pointed to Kaoru. "Wrong!" they said cheerfully, twirling again.

"This is going to take forever," Haruhi whispered into my ear. I tingled with her close proximity. I should have been used to it by then.

"We can escape for a minute," I suggested, but before she could agree, Tamaki walked over and threw his arms around me.

"How is the party, mommy?" he asked loudly.

I laughed, one of the only times I've done that. "Thank you for still being ridiculous. I was worried when this was planned without my knowledge."

Tamaki turned red, but looked at me with a resolution in his eyes. "I need to tell you guys something when this is over."

"Alright," Haruhi answered, seeming perplexed. I nodded. Tamaki had relief on his face, and left us to attend to the 'Which one is Hikaru?' game.

The next game was trivia about the hosts. Apparently, Hani-senpai used to have a stuffed bunny named Usa-chan, Kaoru loved Disney movies (like, American Disney movies), Mori-senpai ate and did martial arts when worried, and Hikaru wanted to be a fashion designer. Haruhi had no cards, and I asked her about it, but she just laughed and said, "Everyone's trying to protect me from the girls. They all have serious jealousy issues."

I gazed out at all the girls that wanted to celebrate my birthday and realized that I'd made a life for myself in this commoner's school that I wasn't supposed to be attending in the first place. I never wanted to leave, but I had something of my own to tell. I prayed they would forgive me. Especially Haruhi.

Haruhi POV

He looked pretty peaceful, which was strange considering he'd never wanted a party. But his expression was sad, as if he wasn't expecting the peace to last much longer. Kyo hadn't left my side since we entered the clubroom, holding my hand and not letting go. I knew I wouldn't feel happy very long without him. It would break me if he left.

The party lasted another mindless hour, during which we stood on the sidelines watching our best friends play. Tama still looked like he was missing someone, but I didn't think it was apparent to the customers. Maybe what he needed to tell us had something to do with that. In fact, that was probably it.

The girls took their sweet time clearing out of the room, ogling the birthday boy with their creepy stares. Maybe I just didn't like them because I liked Kyo too much. Damn, what had happened to me? Renge left last, hugging Kyoya around the middle with a strange fervor. I thought steam was visibly coming out of my ears. I went over to the tiny dressing room to change my clothes, but mostly to get out of the situation. As soon as I left, wearing a long-sleeved blue dress with black flats (I made an effort to look nice!), I noticed a black notebook laying on the table next to my backpack. It was Kyoya's notebook. I picked it up out of curiosity.

I didn't think Kyo would be very mad at me if I looked at it; I'd seen him writing in it during all the classes. It was most likely for notes. He'd actually started paying attention a week ago. I rarely saw him on his computer. I opened the notebook to the first page and my mouth fell open.

The spread of lines were filled with tiny, cramped notes, written in a nearly unreadable handwriting. Kyoya wasn't normally this disorganized, so it was kind of a surprise. When I actually started reading the words, I became speechless.

The beginning ones were kind of bad: She drives me absolutely insane! Why on Earth is it so impossible for her to leave me alone? I have a job to complete, and until it's done, I can't have any such distractions.

The hacking went terribly today. Nothing about the firewall has changed, in fact, it's so god damn difficult, I wonder if I coded it at some point. She asked me why I wasn't doing the schoolwork, and I said it was because it was too easy. I miss Ouran and its work that was somewhat of a challenge. Does she have nothing better to do than get in my business?

And then they got a bit confusing: Why did she take care of me? I'm sure someone bribed her to do it, she hates me as much as I hate her, so what other motive could she have? Haruhi saw me at my weakest and didn't do anything with that. And why did I dream about her? I haven't known her long enough to know what dresses she'd look good in, much less what she'd say if she thought I was lying to her. I don't understand what's happening to me.

She talked me into the Host Club. I don't know why I agreed to it, and now I'm stuck as the mother of some hyperactive crazies. Including my best friend. He's so pure, I understand why Haruhi needs to protect him. I have a feeling she needs to protect people from hurting themselves. Explains why she keeps telling me to eat.

She told me to get my head out of my ass today. She said everything was waiting for me if I stood up and took it in. What is everything exactly? There's an everything I want, but it doesn't involve anything I've seen. Except my friend, and the club members, and maybe even her. I want her to be part of it, really. I just can't say it.

The girl cut her finger, and I had to rush in and save the day. And in doing so, I felt the sudden urge to kiss her. And bite her. I feel strangely terrible and amazing at the same time. She's invaded what little sleep I get already, I can't stop thinking about her, and I want to know her better. Maybe it'll give me a reason for all this.

She told me Tamaki was going on a date tonight, and she was surprisingly nervous. I asked her why, and she told me she was afraid of the two breaking each other's hearts. I'm afraid of that too, just more that she'll hurt me than me hurt her. So selfish, aren't I?

So, now someone knows about my one fear. I never told anyone, but she seemed to figure it out all on her own. She's pretty damn oblivious, she still hasn't noticed the twins, and yet she saw me being scared. Oddly enough, I trust her completely with it. Me, Kyoya Otori, trusting someone is more ridiculous than Tamaki's mind theatres, but it's the truth. I'm scared of the truth. I'm scared of how much I love her now. Haruhi is beautiful and won't desert me, and tolerant and caring and believes I have a speck of goodness in my black heart. She makes me believe I have a speck of goodness. Even if this doesn't work, I will forever be indebted to her.

I put a hand over my mouth in shock, trying very hard not to cry.

She held me, willingly and lovingly. If I hadn't already been in love with her, I would have fallen right then and there. When do I tell her? Is it even possible she'll accept my feelings? It doesn't seem possible that a couple months ago, I hated her, but now I'm not sure what to do. I do know one thing however: I am in love with Haruhi Fujioka. What I do with it now is uncertain.

And there the diary entries ended. Did he have any idea about my feelings? Staring at the handwriting of the black-haired boy I sat in front of, I felt something strange. I was in love with him too. Exactly how long had we gone without knowing it about the other?

I was in love with Kyoya Otori. I almost laughed. I'd hated him too, once. The rich boy that had intruded into places he didn't belong, and then creeping his way further in. He had a habit of doing that. And here we both were, entirely in love.

I closed the notebook carefully, replacing it on the table where I'd found it. When I entered the clubroom again, Tama and Kyo and the other club members were sitting, waiting for me, and one more person had joined us.

"I told you I had a secret you needed to know," Tamaki started. "And here it is." He leaned over to kiss the platinum-haired boy on his right. I knew he loved Nekozawa-san, but it still surprised me. "Umehito Nekozawa is my boyfriend, and I hope you all don't mind."

Hani-senpai shook his head. "Fine with me. Treat him right," he finished, looking at both boys individually.

The twins grinned. "We already knew, and we're fine with it." Tama stared at them in shock, but couldn't get any words out.

Kyo smiled. "Who am I to tell you who you can love and date?"

I replied something like that, and Tama seemed very relieved. He collapsed into Nekozawa's arms, and they left the clubroom. "He probably shouldn't have gone," Kyo said. "I have something of my own to reveal."

"So, you all know that I wasn't here of my own will. My family became spontaneously bankrupt, and I thought it was my fault, so I tried to hack Yoshikawa Bank to get the money back." There was a slight pause as the twins tried to stop clapping. "But, I kept failing. And then I realized something very important when the teacher said my 'last name' in class. I bought my father's company under the name Kyo Shinohara and froze the assets so only I could access them. I am now the owner of Otori Medical."

"So, wait. Mommy is a CEO?" the twins asked.

"Something like that," he answered, putting his head in his hands. "But, I don't want to run the company, so I made a deal with my father that I could do whatever I want with my life as long as he funds it. In return, I go back to Ouran. Starting in December."

"We have nine days left with you?" I asked. He nodded silently.

"Well, that's all I wanted to say. We'll have the masquerade ball for the club on Friday, and afterward, I'll leave. And none of you will hopefully ever have to see me again."

The twins and Hani-senpai were fairly accepting of it, but I was fuming. They all left the clubroom to visit Mori-senpai, but Kyo and I stayed behind. We were quiet for a moment, before he said, "You look beautiful."

I threw my arms around him. Kyo held me very close. I could smell something lemony and sharp on his skin. I knew that if I didn't tell him I loved him, I'd spend the rest of my life trying to convince myself it wasn't real. "I have to tell you something, because knowing things makes you happy."

"What?"

I whispered in his ear, "I'm scared too." I pressed my lips to his, feeling all there was to feel when you were a teenage person in love: fright, heartbreak, and hope. Always the hope.

He kissed me back, entwining his fingers in my hair. When we broke apart, his eyes were worried and guarded, as if trying to rebuild a fortress that had been brutally attacked. Kyoya smiled bitterly, and it hurt to look at. It was one of those fake smiles he gave out sometimes, the ones that you know something is terribly wrong with, but you can't really see it. "Farewell, Miss Fujioka. I'll see you for the last time at the ball."

Kyoya Otori didn't look back as he took his bag and went outside. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he seemed like a thin glass structure that had a stress fracture, and was slowly breaking open.

Sorry this is late. My Wi-Fi was being so mean the past couple days. There's probably some OOC stuff in this chapter. Oops. Longest chapter ever, though. Yay!