A red umbrella shaded the entirety of the large, round table that Tamaki was relaxing at, though he wasn't alone. Haruhi sat to his left, her hand gently resting in his, and Hikaru was to his right. Kaoru was seated next to his brother, smiling and laughing at something Honey had said from across the table, next to Haruhi. Mori had his hand placed on Honey's shoulder from next to him, trying to calm his fits of laughter.

The former members of the Host Club had decided to get together and reminisce about the old times and chat about the their current affairs in Karuizawa. It made sense to meet up since they each had decided to go to their respective family cottages. He was glad that Haruhi had made the suggestion for the get together. Too much time had passed since they had last had the chance to convene. Rene was exploring with his grandparents, letting them have their adult conversation without boring the poor child.

"Honey," Kaoru said once he had composed himself enough to speak, "I thought you were scary before when you were short. You are absolutely terrifying now that you've gotten so much taller! Though I have to wonder, do you still have a temper tantrum whenever anyone that tries to wake you up?"

Before Honey could speak, Mori answered with a simple, "Yes."

Tamaki laughed with everyone else. He could picture Honey's tall figure being woken up, and his response so clearly. It had seemed like yesterday that the entire club would fear for their lives if they were too loud around his nap time.

Honey turned a little red. "Well what about you Kaoru? Are you and Hikaru still doing the twin shtick?"

"Yeah," Haruhi interjected, "they are. And they're still doing it on me."

She attempted to glare at the twins, but Tamaki noticed that they had seemingly disappeared, until he felt his arm be shoved. Sure enough, Kaoru had forced himself between himself and Haruhi, and Hikaru was suddenly on her other side.

"Well you know Haruhi," Hikaru started., placing his hand on her cheek with a devilishly smile across his face.

"You could always come home with us," Kaoru finished, mirroring the same smile and hand gesture.

Haruhi pushed both of them away. "I've said this a thousand time before, and I'm going to try and make it clear, again. Not. A. Chance. In. Hell."

Everyone laughed again, which seemed to anger the twins. The more upset they got, the harder Tamaki laughed. He had missed this light hearten fun and relaxation. It felt as though he were no more than sixteen again, back in Music Room 3. The only thing that was missing was the young woman to romance.

"Does anyone hear from Renge anymore?" Tamaki asked, trying to change the subject as the twins sat back into their seats.

Honey bounced up and down a little in his seat. It was something he would have done when he was younger to look cuter and more energetic for their guests. "I think she was on some sort of tour, speaking about the heroes of her youth. Something about the gentlemen that only want to make woman feel special and wanted."

Mori looked at Honey. "Wonder where she got the idea from."

With a slightly amused huff, Haruhi said, "Guess that rotating stage she always managed to have is doing her a lot of good now."

Their conversation continued like this for hours, though it seemed as though only a few minutes had passed. There was no talk of business affairs, just light topics. Honey recounted how his growth spurt been a pleasant surprise to his whole family, and jokingly said that his looks rivaled that of Tamaki. Instantly, Tamaki pulled away and began to pout in a self created a corner until Mori made him apologize.

Haruhi's phone vibrated briefly on the table showing a text message coming through, which she quickly checked before excusing herself. Tamaki worried a bit that something had happened with how suddenly she left. Everyone was still carrying on their conversations without realizing how significant her and out of character her departure was, but he couldn't help but be concerned that something terrible had happened. There was very few reasons that she would leave like that, one of them being if something had happened to Rene.

Every worst case scenario blazed through his mind. Did something happen to his son? Was he hurt while out? Did someone take him, knowing who's child he was, and wanted to ransom him. Tamaki would pay any amount to get him back. Money could come and go, there was no price he wouldn't pay to have his child safe in his arms.

Haruhi came back, looking troubled. She approached Tamaki and whispered into his ear, "Can you come with me?"

His heart was in his throat. It must be something to do with their son. He took a deep breath and smiled at his friends, getting up on his shaking legs. Haruhi lead him away from the table and around a neighboring building. She was taking him away from earshot of everyone. Whatever she had to say, she wanted to make sure that no one saw it. As they rounded another corner, her holding his hand tightly, he realized exactly why she had pulled him away.

Kyoya was leaning against a tree, the same far off look that he had fifteen years ago. His face held no sign of what emotions he was feeling, just lost in some serious thought. His face showed the signs of stress that he had been through. It was clear that his serious nature from being a teenager had carried through heavily into his adult life. The image of his silhouette brought back the memories of that day, though the emotions Tamaki was now feeling were different.

Haruhi stopped about ten meters away and turned towards Tamaki, concern covering her face. She took a deep breath and quietly said, "He wants to talk to you alone."

"He's who the message was from, isn't he?"

She nodded without looking into his eyes. He wondered how long they had been talking for. The whole trip was probably planned for this moment to happen, he thought to himself, but who's idea had it been? He knew it couldn't have been her idea. She had spent far too long seeing how much pain his former friend had put him through. No, this would have been his idea. He would have reached out to Haruhi, and because of her big heart and always wanting to help people, she would have agreed to help him.

He walked away from her, every step feeling reminiscent of that day that he had pushed down deep within him. His heart was pounding, the sound of his rushing blood filling his ears as he got closer. Feelings coursed through his veins, and he felt tears building behind his eyes. It wasn't joy he was beginning to feel, or even sadness. No, this was more, something that he hadn't realized or expected to come to him.

"Hey buddy," Kyoya said, hesitation in his words.

Tamaki felt it then. Years of pain and hurt that had been under the surface of his skin was rekindled. It now burnt through his being, white hot. His emotions had become their own entity, having a mind and opinion. It gathered itself from every inch of body, from his fingertips to his core. Using his mouth, they found their voice and a freedom

"HEY BUDDY!" he screamed, "THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO START WITH?"

Kyoya recoiled, clearly not expecting this harsh of a response. "Did you get my letter?" he asked timidly.

"Yeah, I got it," Tamaki replied, his words dripping with the venom of his anger.

"I tried to explain everything in there. I just didn't know what to say, and I still don't. I'm sorry Tamaki."

"You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY! FIFTEEN YEARS AND ALL YOU CAN SAY ABOUT EVERYTHING IS 'I'M SORRY'?"

Kyoya looked down of the ground, clearly at a loss of words. Tamaki was seething. Everything he had felt was finally releasing from him. He had never realized how heavy his feelings had still been weighing on him. There had been no desire in him to speak to Kyoya again, but if he wanted to talk, he would get to hear everything that he never got to say. Tears of rage beginning to build up. It had been too long now, and he had heard Kyoya's excuses, but it was time for him to know just how badly it had stung him.

"You walked away. We were going through one of the biggest changes in our lives, and left. You gave me no real reason. All you said was that I was a drain on you. I didn't even get an explanation of what that meant. Your words plagued me for years, eating away at any trust I had developed for anyone. Haruhi had to sit there and try to convince me that not everyone would walk away from me, and all you can say is that you're sorry? You can take your shitty apology and shove it back up your ass where it came from."

"Tamaki, I understand that you're angry..." Kyoya began, but Tamaki was having no part of his excuses.

"Angry doesn't even begin to cover what I am feeling. You will never understand this feeling. You made me feel like there was something wrong with me. I sat for hours, days even, wondering what I did wrong and what I could have done differently. I was broken, shattered into a million pieces that I have spent years putting back together. Tape and glue was holding my fragile pieces together for so long. I don't even remember when I became whole again, but I'm not letting you ruin that. You had no right, none whatsoever, to reach out to me.

"Now here we are, and you want to explain more? I burnt that letter you sent me. I got to watch your sad excuse go up in flames. It felt wonderful, but you want to explain more? Go right ahead. Give me more empty words."

"It was never anything with you Tamaki, even though I made it seem that way. You were never what was wrong. I know I gave a terrible excuse, and at the time I thought what I was doing was for the best. It was better for you, and easier for me to...well it's hard to explain what I felt."

Kyoya was still looking away from Tamaki, a slight red tinge in his cheeks. Apparently he had not gotten his emotions out thoroughly with his flimsy letter, but he didn't really care what Kyoya felt. He didn't need this conversation, and he didn't want to continue it. What he wanted now was just to leave.

"Is there anything I could do to make you forgive me Tamaki?" Kyoya said quietly.

"Maybe if I could trust you and your empty words I could come to forgive you, but I don't think I could ever trust what you say again. You ruined that when you walked away, breaking every promise you had ever made."

"How can I get you to trust me again? I'll do anything for that to happen. I just want you to be back in my life. I regretted what I did the moment I walked away, but I couldn't just go back after what I did. Please, what can I do to show you that I am sorry?"

Tamaki took a breath in, his anger easing finally, quenched with the satisfaction of making Kyoya plead to him. His heart was finally going to be able to heal after the years of anger and hurt he had been holding in hi. He thought for a moment, honestly thinking about what could be done to earn his trust back.

"Tamaki?"

"You want me to trust you again? Only time will make that happen. Stay, and given enough time, maybe then I can forgive you."

Tamaki turned his back on Kyoya and took his turn to walk away. He went past Haruhi, taking her hand to try and convey that he was not angry with her. She gently squeezed his hand, matching his strides as they walked away. He didn't spare a look back to see if they were being followed or not. His friends, the ones who had been there when he got married and had held his son when he was born, were waiting for him. He wanted to get back to the people who had been there for him.

I hope that everyone that finished the story enjoyed it. It was a lot of fun for me to write and I appreciated all the positive reviews. There will be more stories to come, so if you liked this one, look out for more. Thank you again, and see you next time ;-)