Long Kiss Goodbye

Author's Note: The lyrics in this story are from Pika Nchi and Pika Nchi Double...The first song is called 'Michi', but I don't know the second song..

Disclaimer:: I, KawaiiTenshiCeres, does not own Ouran High School Host Club by Bisco Hatori or Long Kiss Goodbye by HALICALI.


J u n i

"Y-Yurin?"

Yuri held her senpai's hand, as she shook lightly, still soaking the bit of news that popped into her mind. She looked down, feeling sick to her stomach. She had just poured her feelings for him in the building, and now she hears about him liking a fellow host club member. A faint smile formed on her face, as she leaned onto her senpai's arm, as she closed her eyes, having the urge to cry her eyes out. Her free hand clenched his blazer, as Hiroki battered his eyes, and began to stroke her head in thought.

"Oi. Former Kaichou..Don't cry so much. Your Aniki will kill me if he finds me with you bawling." he sighed.

"Well, I hope you two actually do get along..Otherwise, her mother will be angry." Yoshio sighed, as Kyouya nodded and lightly bowed.

"After all, you did want me to treat her like a princess. I followed your orders, so she wouldn't leave." the host added as he followed his father back in.

Hiroki glanced at the depressed Yuri, as she forced herself to stand up. She released her hand, as she smiled and took a deep breath. She arose, as Hiroki immediately followed her. He glanced at her quietly, as he held her hand lightly. He closed his eyes, and felt her gripping his hand tightly, and covering her eyes. A sigh escaped his lips as he battered his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

"Teku teku aruku michi wo yuku..doko ni tsuzuku michi nano ka...sonna no michi michi kangaeyou...moshi mo yukidomari nara...kabe o unshoto koereba ii...modorenai michi wa nai..kyou mo susumou." he sung softly as Yuri's face flushed as she lightly shoved him playfully.

"Why did you sing that at of all the things to comfort me?" Yuri laughed as Hiroki took her hand and lead her back into the party.

"Either that or...Kimi wa hyakuman gaso! Natsu no mabushii santa claus...kira kira to sakadachi..Kimi wa hyakuman gaso! Nete mo samete mo..Suki da yo..Mera mera to asadachi! "he laughed. "Are you going to be good, Yurin?" he questioned tilting his head.

"Y-Yeah." she responded closing her eyes.

"Look..Yurin's smiling.." one of her friends gossiped. "Huh...He's holding her hand.."

"Yuri-chan~ Why don't you dance with Kyouya-kun?" her mother smiled, as she smacked Hiroki's hand, and pushed her daughter towards the conversing Kyouya.

Yuri's eyes battered, as she stared straight into his. She smiled and nodded towards him, as he held her hand lightly. Her mind felt awkward, as he politely smiled to her. The ever-so platonic smile, that she gave in eventually, the same eyes that made her feel like she was defeated. He slowly lead her into the dance floor, as she slowly took her hand away. Her eyes stared at the floor, feeling a stabbing feeling in her chest, that made her nearly cry. The Host Club glanced up, as Yuri turned around and slowly walked away. The Cool type stared at his fiancee walk off, as she tried to be blocked by her mother, but nothing could work. Tamaki placed a hand on his partner's shoulder, as he glanced at the slightly irritated Kyouya.

"What happened?" Tamaki questioned as he saw Kyouya feeling angry.

"That girl.." he muttered.

"She's ignored him." Hikaru remarked watching it, standing next to Haruhi.

"Hey, Kyouya..?" Tamaki muttered lightly.

The Host knew it. It must've been her beloved Senpai, who corrupted her mind into changing her opinion of him. He remembered seeing them disappearing into the darkness, and took more than twenty minutes to emerge from the garden. From what he learned, her senpai was a playboy back in high school, despite having the Student Council President rank before. He was the type to fool women into going into a love hotel with him. This time, however, she was smiling and holding his hand...something she reluctantly did during their own date.


"Is something wrong, Yuri?"

Colder eyes stared at the slightly confused Yuri, as she politely bowed to Kyouya. It was exactly a week since the party, and the two became extremely distant from each other due to exams. A smile formed on her face, as she tilted her head in thought. She couldn't say much to him, but a week of being on suspense got to her bad. She looked down and clenched her fists tightly in a ball. Her eyes stared down as she nodded to herself.

"Kyouya-san. Uhm...I need to talk to you...but not here...I need you to please come to my house." she said adding a long polite bow.

His eyes stared at her, feeling that whole incident at the party was leaving him feeling her slowly occurring two-faced side. Trying to percieve her, it was going to be a bad thing if he decides to go, otherwise, if he doesn't, then he couldn't settle things that had happened. Kyouya closed his eyes for a moment, as he sighed, and placed down his novel. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, as he glanced at his fiancee with a darkened aura.

"Listen, what you said at the party is different than what you did when I was forced to dance with you." he stated with a cold glare as she stared down on the floor like a hurt child.

"If I was with senpai, I wouldn't feel this way." she mouthed.

"What was that?" Kyouya questioned as he couldn't help but to feel like this day wasn't going to end right.

Tamaki stared at them from afar, as he saw their little relationship go into bits and pieces. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, feeling like he should be involved in this somehow. Though, if he did, it would be like adding fuel to the flames, and surely, he would get hurt in the process. He battered his eyes, as he arose from his seat, and approached Kyouya, placing a hand upon the oakwood desk, inspecting Yuri who wanted to be alone for the moment.

"So you're saying it's her senpai's fault?" Tamaki questioned as Kyouya stared off for the time being, before resuming his novel yet again.


"Oh, Kyouya..."

Miyuki stared at her future son-in-law in thought. She noticed her daughter was a bit concerned at the moment, as they sat in the meeting room with Yoshio added to the mix. He sat next to his son, as Yuri sat there feeling nervous. Her eyes stared onto the ground, as she clenched her skirt in thought as she closed her eyes. Miyuki petted her daughter's head carefully, and glanced at Yoshio with concern, who simply denyed being apart of Yuri's breakdown.

"What did you need to talk about Yuri?" Kyouya questioned raising an eyebrow.

"...You remembered at the party right?" she squeaked. "I was with Hiroki-senpai...and...I..." she trailed off, couldn't portray her feelings at the moment.

"Oh, god. Yuri-chan, please don't tell me you're pregnant!" her mother panicked as she responded by shaking her head.

Her teeth bit her lip, as she closed her eyes. "...No..Okaasan..It's just..It's just..." she muttered softly.

"You can say it.." her mother sighed placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Tears formed on Yuri's eyes, as she slammed her fist to the ground and shook her head. She couldn't say it. She wouldn't say it...but she had to say it. "I...I want to break our engagement." she said softly as she looked at the seemingly unconcerned Kyouya. Her eyes closed as a forced smile formed on her face. "....So, you are in love with Fujioka-san."

The Host was bewildered about it deep inside, but keeping his calm posture, he had to go with his word. He had the urge to force her to change her decision, but it was merely impossible. Like what he suspected, he knew that man showing up had changed her opinion. His eyebrows furrowed, as he gazed into her eyes. She was crying her eyes out like a child, even though she kept a poker face. A sigh escaped his lips, as he had a straight face, looking at her with a cool tone.

"Yuri-san. I have a feeling..that I'll never see you again."