Long Kiss Goodbye

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

Author's Note: The third-to-last chapter! Yayyy...Well, whoever's interested or still even cares, I posted a LOCKED summary of the sequel on my LJ. So the sequel will be up soon, but later than my LJ entries, and I'll post up a preview if you guys want to...


j u r o k u

Sitting in the car, Kyouya had the cell phone in his ear. He kept getting Yuri's voice mail, and wasn't able to reach her. It was immediately a bad choice for him to even try. After all, he made her angry, and run off on her own. Quietly hanging up, he dialed Hiroki's number, knowingly he must be out of court by now. Closing his eyes, the Host awaited for the boyfriend to even pick up. As he heard someone pick up, the Host heard a feminine voice on the other line, taunting Hiroki, and acting so high and mighty towards him. Automatically, he assumed that it was the woman Hiroki impregnated.

"Hey, Kyouya-san." Hiroki greeted him. "Good timing..I just got out of court. Listen..did you tell her yet?" he questioned in concern.

Kyouya's eyes stared down in thought, remembering the deal he proposed to her, had worked a bit differently than what he had planned, and apparently refused to share it to Hiroki. "No." he muttered softly.

"I see...Here's something you should remember." he stated. "Yuri told me, that in reality, she still likes you. If she ran off because of what you said, she doesn't want you to know what she's hiding. Don't worry, she'll probably try to apologize to you." he sighed lightly.

A heavy giggle was heard, seemingly close to the young man, as she quickly chimed into the conversation."Sweetie! You know for the wedding, can we dance to Precious by Yuna Ito?" the woman exclaimed, immediately silencing Hiroki.

Nervousness was clearly felt, hearing the tension between Hiroki and the woman. Both of them were arguing about the wedding, already making Kyouya assume it was decided that Hiroki had to marry the girl. He heard the tone-deaf woman singing her lights out, as he heard Hiroki quickly sneaking off to a secluded place. He sighed as he tried to air out the horrible tone of voice, by plugging his ear.

"That song that my fiancee mentioned...I actually wanted you and Yuri to have that song for your wedding.." Hiroki said softly."I don't know what Yuri is all screwed up about, so, I'm planning to tell her myself. I'll tell you everything for your research on Yurin. I promised..Didn't I?"


"Shinji you
Futari dakara aishiaeru
Ano sora he negai ga todoku you ni
Mitsume ai inoru two of us
Futatsu kasaneta omoi ga ima
Hitotsu no katachi ni kawaru
Your precious love...
"

It was the next day after school, when Kyouya had spotted Yuri reading the lyrics of the song. Her music from her iPod had made her deaf, while her mind drifted off into space. The Host's eyes stared at her every movement, watching her lay on her desk tiredly. Tamaki unexpectingly had approached the girl, trying to spark a conversation with his usual friendly tone of voice. He glanced over at her, noticing her turning her head away, forcing herself to ignore the Prince type. The blond's eyes fluttered, glancing at the fellow Host for a reason.

Shuffling towards the raven haired Host, Tamaki had slowly pulled him to a corner for a discussion. "Kyouya! What happened with the two of you?" he muttered softly. "Did you do something to her? Or did her new boyfriend did..?"

Kyouya hated this. He didn't especially like this situation that he was in. Sure, it was originally controversal that he was engaged to a Yakuza's kid, and he was a Host out of all people. Still, his fiancee did have an OK reputation with everyone, being known as a Yamato Nadeshiko. Obviously, it seemed like people didn't take the current drama as seriously as before. Snapping out of his train of thought, he glanced into the indigo eyes of the Prince, literally was planning to give out the news straight out...

"She's heartbroken." the Shadow King stated, trying to shoo him away. "I'll discuss this with you, when there isn't anyone else around." he muttered.

"Right, right." the Prince type agreed with a nod. "Though..Kyouya, isn't it easier for you to try and work things out with her, rather than hiding it all from her?" he suggested in a more serious tone, wandering to another group of people.

The Shadow King glanced at his former fiancee, seeing her gathering her stuff silently, and striding past him, avoiding eye contact. Quietly following her, the Host had to deal with this, even if he had to risk some things. A hand extended, grabbing Yuri's wrist tightly, forcing her to drop her belongings. Yuri's eyes stared down, showing the guilt in her eyes, her arm desperately trying to pull away from his grasp. Instead of trying to fight her way out of it, the girl simply stood there.

"Let go Kyouya-san." she commanded.

Kyouya's eyebrows furrowed, slowly releasing her. "I don't know what you've been hiding from me, but I want to know. Why are you using Hiroki for? What are you hiding from me?" he questioned looking at her with concern in his eyes. "It doesn't matter anymore if you're going to run off. I won't get mad this time."

Clenching her fists tightly, the brunette looked down feeling more hurt than ever. The Host closed his eyes, held her hand tightly and sighed lightly. "Yuri-san. If you don't want to say it now... I'll say what I have to right now." he quickly stated, glancing at her. "I don't care what your feelings towards me is. Either you still have that grudge about my lie, or you're really in love with Hiroki..I still want us to be together. In other words, even if we're not formally engaged, I still want us to get married."

"I want us to stay together too..but for now, this isn't an appropriate time." she responded in a soft tone. "I will tell you soon, and hopefully understand. For now..please..don't let go of my hand.." she whispered, displaying a bright smile on her face.

No matter how long we held hands for..
I never realised it might have been the last time I might see her again.
Even after we went home, I could still feel her hand holding mines.