(3 months later)

It was a normal day at the Host Club, for the most part, anyway. Tamaki and the twins were constantly annoying Haruhi; Mori-sempai and Hunni-sempai were having cake, or at least Hunni-sempai was, and Kyoya and I were working our asses off trying to get finances done before Spring Break.

I, for one, thought this was normal.

Except there was an abnormal moment of silence before...

The doors flew open with a bang against the wall and a guy with sandy blonde hair yelling, "Hey Kalaya! Miss me?"

Everyone almost simultaneously jumped and stared in shock for a moment. Kyoya, however, was the first to regain composure.

I looked at the guy and immediately recognized him as Kenny, my ex-boyfriend and band mate.

"Excuse me sir," Kyoya said. "Welcome to the Host Club. How may we be of service?"

"I'm looking for Kalaya. Her mother said she was here." Kenny said.

"Kalaya? I'm sorry, sir, but there is no one here of that name."

Oh my god, Mom.

Kenny looked around Kyoya and looked straight at me. "Dude, don't lie to me, especially since she's right behind you."

Kyoya looked at me, and I immediately stood up.

"Kalaya?" Kyoya asked.

I walked toward Kyoya and Kenny. As I looked at Kyoya, I could tell he was livid. In his defense, I would be too.

"Kenny, this is Kyoya. Kyoya this is Kenny Maclamore." I said in English. Especially since Kenny didn't know Japanese.

Kyoya turned to the Host Club brusquely. "Miss Smith has a guest. Let's leave them alone to talk."

Kyoya then walked away from us. I couldn't help but imagin the hurt on his fave.

I turned to Kenny the one who betrayed my band, and my heart. i couldn't take it with him. I told him I never wanted to see him again a long time ago but he came back and apologized for everything. The band let him back in as his original role for keyboard, but I never let him back into my heart.

"Hey Kenny." I said, not really smiling.

'Hey Kalaya. Miss me?" Kenny said smiling widely and arrogantly.

I glared at him for that. "You wish." Forget trying to be nice. "How the hell did you find me?"

"Claire told me you were in Japan for the past couple of years, but you recently started working for some student asshole that comes here."

I fumed. How dare he call Kyoya that?! "Well in my opinion that was none of your business neither did you need to know that I was here. but now that you do, why are you here?"

"I thought that was obvious," Kenny whispered to me. He started to lean closer but I took a step back away from him. Kenny shook his head. "Damn it, Kalaya, I wanted to see-"

"Stop calling me Kalaya! It's Kya, and you damn well know that!" I sighed. "And if you really just came here to see me, well you saw me. Now you can leave."

I walked away from him back towards Kyoya.

(Kyoya POV)

As I searched for any information on Kya's visitor, I watched him. Watched his movements, the way he acted toward Kya. I couldn't help but notice how Kya was backing away from him as they talked. Sooner than I realized she was walking away from Kenny and back toward me.

(Kya's POV)

Once I got to Kyoya's table, I slammed my hand in front of him.

"Miss Smith?" Kyoya said.

That didn't help my mood.

"Don't do that Kyoya. Look, I'm sorry about the name thing. wshen I moved here form America, I wanted to leave my past behind me. So I shortened my name and used it instead of Kalaya."

Kyoya didn't say anything.

"My mother is the only one who ever calls me that anymore.'

Silence continued between us. Finally, Kyoya stood up and while I was expecting him to walk away, he didn't. Instead he held out his hand to me. I took it and pulled me into the dressing room, closing the door behind him.

"Kyo-"

Kyoya held up a finger, silencing me and walked right up to me. We were so close that I could feel his body hear radiating off of him. It was then that he spoke.

"No more lies. Understand?" Kyoya said to me barely above a whisper.

I nodded.

"Why is he here?" Kyoya asked still whispering.

"Kenny came here because he said he wanted to see me. I don't think anyone else knows he's here."

"Who is he to you?"

I sighed at this one. "He's my ex-boyfriend. And a band mate."

"You don't want to see him."

It wasn't a question but I still felt the need to answer. "Not like he wants to see me."

We were still standing so close to each other and the heat was starting to mess with me. I had the dire need to get closer to him, to have his arms wrapped around me, to feel his lips on me, and the way he was staring at me with his onyx eyes was not helping.

(Kyoya's POV)

I knew that standing so close to Kya was dangerous and just by the look in her eyes told me it was the same for her.

I will admit that I collected feelings for Kya over the past few months but have held them back. She was my assistant, and I had to continue to see her a such but right now that was kind of hard to do.

A knock came at the door.

"Kalaya? You in there?"

"Shit," Kya muttered. "I'm sorry, Kyoya."

"Do you want him to go away?" I whispered to her. Why was I doing this?

She nodded.

I let my hand trail up her arm. She shivered. My hand was right at her neck and just the door opened, I pulled her towards me.

I kissed her.

(Kya's POV)

I felt it all, but as soon as the door opened, what I wanted to happen, happened.

Kyoya kissed me.