Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, or Last Time By Secondhand Serenade. I own Tsuki, and a pair of glaring, stupid neighbors. -.-"

Tsuki's POV

When Nekowaza asked me to meet him at his house later tonight, I knew what was coming. He was going to break it off. I knew it.

I'm stuck with writing songs
Just too forget
What they really were about
And these words are bringing me so deeply insane
That I don't think I can dig my way out

I drove over there at about eight, preparing to make him regret leaving me.

Just like the others.

All the others who broke it off for me being 'too clingy'.

I couldn't breathe through it
Like I need too and the words don't mean a thing

I showed up at his mansion, standing at the grand doorway, and rang the doorbell. A loud chime echoed out, able to wake the dead it seemed. Finally, after a few minutes, Nekowaza showed up, giving me a small smile. I smirked, not being able to do much more while my heart's breaking on the inside. He ushered me inside, leading me to a large sitting room. I sat in one of the plush black chairs, getting comfortable.

Nekowaza sat opposite of me, looking quite awkward.

"So, listen, Tsuki," He started, not looking me in the eye. I tilted my head, letting him know I was listening.

"I think...I think we should break it off..."

There. There were the words I had heard countless times, and I had heard them again.

So I'll sing this song to you
For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of days spent without you
And there is nothing left to prove

I felt the tears start to come forward, but pushed them back. I had to be strong. I stiffened in my chair, sitting straight.

"Why is that, Nekowaza?" I asked curtly.

He shifted in his seat, away from me.

"Well, I just think, well, that you're a tad clingy..." He trailed off.

I'm counting all the things I could have done
To make you see
That I wanted us to be when I go to sleep and
dream of
I want you to know that I'd die for you
I'd die for you

To his surprise, I smiled, despite what my insides were screaming at me to do. "It's okay, Nekowaza. I understand. We just weren't right for each other. We'll find other people, right?"

He nodded and smiled, relieved I hadn't started crying.

I reached inside my bag, taking out a water bottle. I held it out for him.

"Here, my mom made some homemade tea for you," I told him, smiling gently.

He nodded his thanks, and started drinking it.

I couldn't breathe through it
Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing

So I'll sing this song to you

For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of days spent without you
And there's nothing left to prove

I saw his eyes start to droop close, and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Ah, I'm sorry Tsuki, but I'm feeling quite tired..." He trailed off, falling asleep.

I smirked, and pulled him to the ground. I yanked up his shirt, revealing his perfectly carved stomach. I marveled at the perfect, sculpture like muscles. Finally, I pulled out my knife. The light above gleamed on the blade, making it shine. I placed the tip of the blade on the top of his chest, breaking the skin, before shoving it in half way.

And if you are alone
Make sure you're not lonely
'Cause if you are, I blame myself
For never being home
I know I'm not the only one
Who will treat you like they should
Like you deserve

I perfectly carved my first initial into his chest, making sure it would stay there as long as he's intact. I stood back, admiring the bloody T. I smirked, proud of how well the plan worked. He'll never forget me now.

I'm stuck with writing songs
Just to forget

I walked out of there, feeling that sick feeling of guilt, but that being overshadowed by the pride of how I managed to get revenge for another heartbreak. Finally, we're considered equals. At least in my book.

So I'll sing this song to you
For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of days spent without you
And there is nothing left to prove
(there is nothing, there is nothing)
There is nothing left to prove