*Sigh*

Another filler... thank the lord i have new teddies to hide me from the onslaught of angry readers

*holds up Takashi, Honey and Kyouya dolls*

They all dance on my command. I trained them.

Yes... I make dolls come alive.

*Real life Honey, Takashi and Kyouya edge away slowly*

Honey: Sa-Chan is started to scare me...

Kyouya: amazingly... she scares me too...

Takashi: *shudders*

Anyways, my pretties, review! review! And the next one is a little sadder... try to get tissues!


Okay, so technically, there was no dress code for the high school. The uniform was not compulsory, so I could wear what I wanted within reason.

So today, I pulled on my old black jeans... the ones that were like, two sizes too big for me, and old black belt, with my dads jumper... yes the one I slept in, but it didn't smell... so who gives a shit.

I hadn't pulled the extensions out, so my hair was still ridiculously long and still wavy, so I dragged a brush through it and then pulled it back into a lose ponytail.

And I couldn't be bothered getting my contacts in, so I pulled out my glasses, the ones that were slightly rectangle, but bent in the middle, and I looked in the mirror.

Yes, I looked like a tramp.

I just... couldn't care less.

Going downstairs, even my grandma and granddad looked shocked at my sudden change in looks, but didn't ask questions, and my granddad happily agreed to take me to school.

He dropped me off by the front gates, and I climbed out, slung my black backpack over my shoulders, and started walking to get inside.

"Who's that?"

"I dunno..."

"what's she doing here?"

"Is she lost?"

"She looks familiar..."

"I have no idea..."

People were talking about me as I walked past, but very much like I had done when people talked about me in my old school, I blanked them all out, and continued on my way.

Then some one walked up to me.

"I'm sorry... but who are you?"

It was one of Haruhi's customers, and for a while, she just looked at me, then she snapped.

"Oh my- Saori?" she gasped, dramatically covering her mouth with her hand.

"Yeah?"

"What... what happened?"

I shrugged... and stared silently at her until she got uncomfortable and walked away to her friends.

I made my way to club, and when I pushed open the door, I was quite literally recognized by no-one... except Takashi.

"S-Saori?" he asked, looking at me startled.

"What? That's not-" started the twins, but when they got close enough to me to get a good look, they gasped.

"Christ! It is, it is Saori!"

"Saori? What happened?" cried Tamaki, running to me, and pulling me so I was at the sofa they were all around and stared at me. "Did something bad happen?"

"Nope." I lied, but was sure to glance at Kyouya to see how he was. He looked pretty much like he usually did.

But I couldn't read him like I thought I could, so he could be thinking anything.

"Really? You look... um, you look..." he tried, but couldn't find the words.

"Like a tramp?" I finished for him, looking up slightly to meet his eyes.

He sighed.

"Your eyes are dimmer... it's like... you're dead or something... you're just not all there."

I shrugged, and let my head drop forward, so I was kind of staring at the tiled floor ahead of me.

"Saori?"

I ignored them, and after several minutes of probing but not getting answers, they let me be. Except Takashi, he sat beside me and stayed. He was quiet, but he stayed, and didn't probe me for information, and his presence was enough to make me feel slightly better.

After about twenty minutes, he finally spoke to me.

"So... what's wrong?"

His voice was gentle, and caring, and though I knew it would upset Kyouya, I cuddled into his side and let him pull me closer.

"I'm a total bitch." I sighed, looking up at him. "I didn't once think about anyone else all the time I've been here..."

"What? You're being daft... you're always thinking about other people." he said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

No... I'm not." I snapped, thinking about how hurt Kyouya sounded last night.

"... Does this have something to do with last night? I saw you crying..."

"No..." I lied, but I sounded convincing... I sounded just as flat and dull as I had before.

"Okay..."

He then got up, kissed my forehead, and went to get Honey more cake. I took this opportunity to talk to Kyouya.

"Kyouya... I'm sorry." I muttered, looking at him. Apart from Takashi, he was the only other person that hadn't moved. "I know you still like me... and I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do."

He glanced up from his laptop and regarded me wearily.

"It's fine. It's something I'm just going to have to deal with... but I'll be fine."

"Really? The way you looked last night makes me worry..."

"The way you look now makes me worry." he replied, looking at me.

I tugged at the jumper slightly, and closed my eyes tightly.

"Kyouya... you're my best friend here... you were the first person I met, the first one that even took the slightest bit of interest in me. I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do..."

"Me neither, but we'll get over it."

I opened my eyes again, and saw him smiling slightly at me.

"It might be a challenge. But that's what makes life interesting."

And to my surprise, he stood up, and pulled me into a hug, whispering in my ear that it would be okay, friends forever.

I smiled slightly, and then pulled away.

Maybe... it wouldn't be as bad as I had thought it would be.

Maybe... everything would be okay...