I am finally done with school, for a little while.

I shall start by apologising for not updating in a long while and will continue with that fact that this chapter is the last one for this fic.

Without further ado, Chapter 7!

After finally sorting things out with Tamaki and avoiding a giggle fit, Renge was able to have some alone time with Kyoya. Getting tired of his rampage, Haruhi had all but dragged the King out the door with the help of Mori and Hunny. Whoever said that Hunny was an innocent, harmless, little boy sure had another thing coming for them! The twins had observed all this with gleaming eyes and matching grins. Renge couldn't repress the shudder that formed as a reply to the absolutely crazy looks those two had. They were the last to leave Kyoya and Renge in the room, exiting the room at a relaxed pace.

Kyoya on the other hand glared at the retreating backs of his friends a few more minutes before focusing on the girl next to him. She looked amused, by the way her lips curved upwards and her eyes crinkled slightly. Renge placed a cool palm on his cheek and leaned forward, stopping a few millimetres before him. She stood as still as a sculpture, her eyes trained on him as she waited for Kyoya to make the next move. The heiress simply stood calm before him displaying none of her usual exuberance and if Kyoya were to be honest with himself it was a bit worrisome.

Not feeling really patient at this particular time the young man moved forward, effectively trapping his partner in a kiss. Said kiss had nothing torrid about it, being innocence in itself. It was a simple and clear way for Kyoya to close the deal between them. From this point on it was only a matter of days before the engagement was made official. The parents still needed to agree on a date for the press conference but other than that Renge knew where she stood with Kyoya. A cheeky smile spread on Renge's face as she kissed Kyoya one more time before pulling away from him and running out the door.

Kyoya blinked once, twice and he made his way after her. The youngest Ootori was in no hurry knowing that if he really wanted he could easily catch up to that hyperactive woman. It was best to let her be. She would have time to ease in her role in the years that followed, besides Kyoya liked her cheerful disposition along with her somewhat outlandish behaviour at times. Renge was like a butterfly, fit to admire and look at as long as she was not smothered, applying too much pressure on her wings would undoubtedly end her existence. Kyoya wanted by no means to harm her. A ghost of a smile fluttered on his lips once he reached Renge.

The girl was sitting under a tree with her million watts smile on her face. Kyoya was sure that said smile was so well secured in place that nothing could ruin her good mood. He silently sat down next to Renge, ready to lean against the tree trunk. He was stopped when he notice Renge patting her lap while sending a meaningful smile his way. Not one to argue with her, Kyoya rested his head on her lap and Renge busied herself with running her fingers through his hair. A faraway look dwelled in her eyes as he closed his, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair.

The motion lulled him to sleep, the quite and peace around them only helping it along. Renge appeared to be daydreaming as a soft smile was perched on her lips, seemingly directed to no one.

A whisper of a breeze caressed them both when they sat up. Memories, of places and faces, swirled before their eyes and caught in their own little world they started walking. His hand wrapped around hers, long fingers entwined and he let her pull him after her. Kyoya felt content, walking hand in hand with Renge, vaguely realising that he never wanted to let go.

Renge moved quietly alongside Kyoya, her brain processing a myriad of thoughts that ranged from mundane things, such as ice-cream, to more complicated things, at which point wedding planning popped in the girl's mind.

'After all, he'll be my husband someday. Hopefully soon.'

A small smile slithered on her face as she stopped moving altogether. Kyoya seeming to have a radar of his own when it came to Renge-moves stood beside her, one eyebrow rose in question. At her smile, which grew in size, he smirked, his free hand combing through his hair while he waited for her to say something. Renge seemed in no hurry to let him know what cut off her walk, judging by the lazy manner in which she moved. She turned fully to him, detangling her fingers from his before bringing both arms around his neck. Kyoya leaned towards her waiting for something to happen. Not one to keep others waiting Renge pulled her face close to his until their lips met.

The kiss started innocent enough, a simple press of lips, however all this changed when Kyoya encircled Renge's waist bringing her closer to him. His lips parted slightly and his tongue skimmed over her lips, fleetingly at first then more insistent. The girl parted her lips under the pressure letting Kyoya coax her tongue out. Kyoya seemed in no rush, so the kiss couldn't really count as a demanding one, it was more like he was teaching her. Her fingers tangled before her arms lowered over his shoulder as they came apart. They would have stayed fused to each other some more if the need for oxygen hadn't been so pressing, yet said need hadn't been able to break their embrace, luckily enough for them. They were hugging one another tightly, so very tightly it almost looked like they were trying to become one entity. Which was close enough to their intentions actually.

The harsh, unforgiving reality crashed into both of them full-force when an annoying voice shattered the perfect, so very perfect moment.

"And CUT!" yelled Tamaki, after which he proceeded to babble about young love, lovebirds, daises and what-not. His enthusiastic speech was met with a sour look on Kyoya's part and a fast-loosing-colour Renge.

At one point the French girl looked just about ready to faint, or perhaps she was on the verge of really maiming Tamaki, really bad. Haruhi couldn't make up her mind. The twins though had once again adopted an ominous appearance, along with rubbing their hands in what seemed like malicious glee. Haruhi could swear that she saw a black, or was it red, aura surrounding those two.

Hunny, Haruhi noted, sat, quite comfortably, on Mori's shoulders. The look on the small blonde's face gave away the fact that he was indeed happy for the couple. Or maybe he was just that great of an actor, Haruhi smiled a little at the last thought. Mori had a drab façade but his eyes sparkled a little, which led Haruhi to believe that he too was happy for his friends. His posture was relaxed and after a minute or two of watching the two lovers trying to restrain from seriously injuring Tamaki, a small smile found its way to his lips.

As for Tamaki, the foolish King was unaware of the growing tension between Kyoya, Renge and himself. Haruhi considered trying to stop him. Once she though about it again the short-haired girl decided to let him be. There was no helping Tamaki when he decided to make a fool out of himself, so she might as well sit back and enjoy the show. As soon as she got tired of hearing him babble Renge was sure to shut him up, Haruhi didn't doubt that for a second.

True to her expectations, after all Renge was never one to disappoint, Tamaki was knocked down by a fuming teenage girl whose hair looked like a tangle of snakes ready to attacked the pray. Said pray just happened to be her boyfriend so Haruhi considered this the opportune time to break those two apart. Kyoya seemed to be of a mind with her, as he encircled Renge's waist with his arms pulling her away, hopefully very, far, far away, from Tamaki.

This whole ordeal left Kyoya wondering just how those goofs found him and Renge seeing as they left way after the little group. Baffled he decided to drop it, choosing to focus on the little mismatched family he found in the host club. He could not deny that he was fond of all the hosts and their occasionally insensitive antics. His arm unconsciously wound up around Renge's shoulders, craving the warmth that she could provide him with. He found himself wishing he could keep this moment forever, stay happy surrounded by people who truly cared about him and for who he, albeit begrudgingly, admitted he cared about.

Renge pressed against his side bringing him out of his musings. Her eyes focused on his, a small smile thrown his way before she dragged him after her. Kyoya shook his head while adjusting his pace to hers.

Renge glared at Tamaki while pulling Kyoya after her, obviously exasperated. Tamaki had this effect on people. Like a buzzing bee that she couldn't shake off. Sometimes she had the impression that he made it his life's goal to annoy her, which couldn't possibly be true. This was Tamaki, after all. Crazy. She must have been going crazy from all the happiness that was oh-so-suddenly heaped upon her. Nonetheless she kept glaring at Tamaki for good measure. It certainly wouldn't hurt that phony price if his ego came down a notch or two. She wanted to stab, stab, stab that inflated ego of his.

Haruhi watched the self-satisfied smirk on her boyfriend's face and couldn't sake the feeling that the man was digging his own grave. By the looks Renge kept sending him she seemed to agree, if her glares were anything to go by. Haruhi just shook her head turning a blind eye to the antics of two very immature, at least so it seemed to her, people.

'C'est la vie. Or so the saying goes.'

Kaoru and Hikaru started teasing Tamaki, whose face was as red as a tomato and Renge was throwing in gibes occasionally while Kyoya looked at her, something that looked suspiciously like pride hidden in his stare. A giggle left Renge's lips once in a while as Tamaki screamed in response to her barbs. Take down his ego a notch or two she did. Now Renge could safely say she understood the twins' constant need to tease everyone around them. Her favourite victim was of course Tamaki.

Her future more than thrilled her and that was all Renge wanted for now.

I know I am lazy, lazy, lazy. And I truly apologize. Here is the last chapter. Maybe I'll write a sequel.