Dear Readers: I am really really really really really REALLY sorry for everything. I have been neglecting my story and I swear there is a good reason. Well you see I had really bad writers block so I thought if I took a break from this story and went on to another one in progress it would make me more energized and I could write faster.

Then I got sick.

Anyways long story made short I was focusing on perfecting on of my newer stories and didn't have time to finish this one, and when I did it jumped to much into the second plot and had a time skip because I couldn't figure out anything decent to write, and…it was bad.

Then so much more drama happened that I couldn't write anything decent no matter how hard I tried, I swear I haven't been sitting on my ass just doing nothing, I really have been attempting!

So anyways this is the chapter that you get so that I don't have to throw away that twenty page chapter, but I can also feel better and make the timing in the story fit more correctly. So…I'm really sorry if this chapter is horrible. I'm really trying but I'm in a slump with everything going on….

Sorry again…

"Wait what do you mean you broke up with Haruhi?!" Kaoru screamed as he followed his troubled brother into their room, shock and exhaustion covering over him. Hikaru flopped down on the bed, his blank face staring at the ceiling as Kaoru ran over to his bedside, shaking the numb boy's arms.

"Hikaru! ARE YOU CRAZY?! You just left her there without any sort of explanation at all?!" Kaoru screamed again, throwing out his hand, about ready to slap his brother for being so rough with his actions.

"Did you even think how she feels at all?! I swear sometimes you're so selfish!" Kaoru yelled smacking his Brothers chest as his eyes watered. Hikaru didn't react however and merely whispered something under his breath, making Kaoru stiffen as he stood to attention, wiping at his eyes.

"What did you say?" He asked stubbornly.

"…did you know our driver's name was Otoharuh?" Hikaru asked numbly, his eyes not from this world as he placed his arms behind his head and stared into somewhere Kaoru couldn't see. Kaoru twitched before shaking his head quickly.

"No I didn't but what does that have to do with anyth-" He was cut off suddenly as Hikaru's eyes became dangerous, slipping into a slit.

"He had a daughter…and…she died. She died not talking to him…" Hikaru whispered unbelievably as he closed his eyes, an intense look of thought crossing him as he shook his head slowly, cutting off Kaoru as he tried to speak again.

"…she died….and he still drove us to the beach today. He's probably feeling like sobbing right now and he still smiled at us like that…he's given up so much for two snooty brats who don't appreciate him at all…and even though he's done all of this…we didn't even know his name…and even though he did all of this, just for his job- she died…not speaking to him…" Hikaru whispered through gritted teeth as he suddenly struck the pillow, throwing it across the room and hitting a lamp.

The expensive elephant lamp fell to the floor with a crash as Hikaru took in heavy breaths and let his hand drop. Kaoru flinched, understanding that his brother was now not just talking about an employer that they hardly ever paid any attention to. He was scared that Haruhi would suddenly vanish without saying another word to him-

Did he actually regret leaving her with such a mood?

"Hikaru! You can get her back! Just explain everything! You can date in secret! Mom won't make you marry Hannah if she knew!" Kaoru screamed at Hikaru, slapping his arm again to try and get his attention as Hikaru grabbed another lamp and threw it across the room.

"It's not fair!" Hikaru yelled, his eyes looking about ready to water. However only hate, confusion and what could be considered an idiots plan was left in him. Kaoru didn't understand his brother for the first time in the sixteen years they had lived with one another- as one another…

Kaoru sighed and climbed on the bed before getting behind his brother and wrapping his arms around him. Kaoru placed his head on his brothers back before closing his eyes and channeling as much warmth and comfort as he could into him. Hikaru shook and covered his face quickly. Kaoru expected his brother to break down and start sobbing, but he merely shook like a child in Kaoru's arms.

"…Just today Kaoru…just let me mourn for today…then I promise I'll protect you with all of my might…" Hikaru whispered pushing Kaoru's arm away from him. He slowly stood and headed out the door, leaving Kaoru there to go over what had just happened.

Kaoru suddenly shivered.

Hikaru had just walked out of his arms hadn't he…?

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All was silent as Hikaru dribbled the basketball in his hands; once more sweat pouring over him as he threw his shirt off to the side, letting the cold air chill the sweat on his bare chest. Loud curses and yells could be heard as Hikaru suddenly ran for the hoop. Since when had he figured out that sports got all of his frustrations out? Maybe it was during the time that he and Kaoru were forced into that dumb movie Tamaki had made?

Guh…he needed a drink.

Hikaru suddenly froze at the thought; he could already hear Haruhi's jaw dropping that he hadn't even thought of drinking alcohol. He was sure if she found out half of the things that the host club had done she'd be mortified. One particular conversation stuck in his mind more than ever as he shot the ball once more, only to miss and let it bounce off the rim.

It had been a long ride to the beach and Haruhi had refused to sit quietly while Hikaru had his moment of reflection. She had started up with the oddest type of conversation- which Hikaru engaged in for a bit before slowly tuning out. She then attempted to lure him out by leaning against his shoulder, but even so, this did not work. So Haruhi went to her last resort.

"Hikaru…have you ever had sex?" Haruhi asked simply.

Hikaru had nearly choked on his own spit as she asked this question, he coughed and rubbed his throat before backing away from her a bit and sending her a shocked glare.

"Wh-what?!" He asked, sputtering over his own words.

"Have you ever had sex?" She repeated this question with a calm face, not paying mind to his discomfort.

"Why are you asking me that?" Hikaru asked quickly turning his face away. Haruhi raised a brow and leaned in so that she was pressed against him, her eyes glued to the side of his cheek- daring him to look her in the eyes.

"Why aren't you answering?" She asked slyly. Hikaru blushed and quickly turned his head, staring the girl down as he tried to make up for his lack of answer.

"Am I really the one at fault here?!" He spat out.

"Is it really such a hard question to answer?" She returned. Hikaru sighed and let his head fall.

"You're hopeless"

"And you're hiding something. Ever masturbated?" Haruhi asked, in the same, hell could care tone.

"WHAT?!" This time Hikaru was the brightest red he could have ever turned in his life. There was no way she really expected him to answer these questions right? Whatever the answer was he could not win, it only led to more, awkward conversation, or even more troublesome glare of doom at knowing that he was lying and or inexperienced.

"Come on Hikaru, Kyouya says it's nothing to be ashamed of" Haruhi nudged out, bringing the dark lord's nasty habit of talking to her about such things out of thin air. Hikaru rolled his eyes and let her comfortable body melt into his as the conversation cooled and he once more regained control.

"Yea well Kyouya says a lot of things" Hikaru whispered.

"Ever been to a strip joint?" Haruhi said sweetly. Hikaru hit his head against the window swiftly.

"Why the sudden the interest in my sex life huh Haruhi?" Hikaru asked, hoping that the question would either shut her up or at least make her realize how truly embarrassing her questions were becoming.

"Its because I want to be a part of your life Hikaru…" Haruhi whispered, her voice small and fragile. Hikaru blushed and hit his head against the window again.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that the way that I heard it"

"Huh?"

"Nothing…nothing at all." Hikaru muttered. Haruhi slowly put her head on Hikaru's shoulder, relaxing even in the awkward position.

"Well…what about Kyouya?" Haruhi asked, tilting her head to the side.

"What about Kyouya?" Hikaru asked weakly.

"Kyouya's sex life." Haruhi whispered.

"Promiscuous aren't we?" Hikaru revolted. At seeing her look of displeasure at his word play he merely sighed as she continued.

"What do you know about it?" Haruhi asked gently.

"Not much." Hikaru whispered, hoping to evade this subject for good.

"So you're saying that he has one?" Haruhi whispered, her bright innocent eyes, shocked and wide. Hikaru snorted and hid a chuckle.

"Don't look so surprised Haruhi. There's a reason that cocky bastards so calm. Pun not intended."

Hikaru sighed as his energy finally left him. It was all a very depressing bunch of thoughts. He lost the only real love of his life after he had gotten her- again, his brother was probably so angry with him they wouldn't talk for a good two weeks- always a bad omen, and he was going to be marrying a sadistic bitch- which just sucked overall…

He couldn't tell which was more fun.

Hikaru opened the doors to the kitchen, walking in without too much thought as he opened the fridge door. He reached in for a soda only to brush up against some of the beer that his father had bought not too long ago. Hikaru allowed his hand to wrap around it, feeling the cold condensation as he fingered at the top of the can.

Without knowing he slowly pulled it to him, longing for the feeling of salvation from the temporary fix. Today he would mourn…and tomorrow, with his head pounding with regret and alcohol, he would return to being the best big brother Kaoru ever imagined.

And so, without a second thought the boy popped open the can and chugged down the bitter tasting liquid.

Today…he would mourn in peace.

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"Haruhi you still haven't touched your food…" Ryoji looked at his daughter, concerned and paranoid as Haruhi sat across from him, poking at her food idly. Her eyes were nearly closed and her entire body seemed to not be functioning.

She had come home, graced in sand and tears, and hadn't said a word since her arrival.

"Due to my great hormonal skills something tells me you're troubled." Ryoji whispered as Haruhi let out a soft hiccup, her body shaking at the sudden breath as her red eyes peered from her food up to her father.

"…I'm fine" Haruhi answered plainly. Ryoji didn't know what to answer with as he sent a sad glance in his daughter's direction. The man slowly extended his hand, taking her own small palm in his. Haruhi sniffed suddenly, tears welling in her eyes at her father's soft touch as she hiccupped, attempting to hold back sobs.

"I don't understand dad…I don't understand him at all."

"…I only do the things I do because I love you Haruhi….I'm sure it's the same for him…" Ryoji whispered blindly, he didn't actually know what his little cute daughter was talking about- but if the words would stop her from crying he was willing to say whatever it took.

"And if that's not it I can always show him why I almost went to prison…." He whispered with a small evil gleam as Haruhi looked up with pitiful brown eyes. Sniffing she wiped at the edges of her eyelashes and nodded.

"…I'm going to bed dad…" Haruhi whispered without another word. She got up, attempting to go to her room. Her father suddenly reached out though, wrapping an arm around her stomach since he was still sitting.

"…since when…did you stop telling me things… Haruhi?" He asked quietly. Haruhi flinched and rubbed her father's hand with a large smile.

"Hehe…don't think about it too much papa! I'm just on my period!" Haruhi lied. She knew the quickest way to get off of the subject was to make sure her father didn't go near it- and pulling out her menstrual card often took care of the problem.

Just as predicted the father flinched and quickly nodded before letting her go and sneak off into her small bedroom. Ryoji sighed heavily and rubbed his head before looking down at the telephone numbers that the three rich men had given to him- just in case he changed his mind.

"…Maybe I can do something to help my little Haruhi…" Ryoji whispered as he picked up the phone and grabbed one of the numbers from the batch. He had known that this man would be very good to Haruhi, and seeing as how Haruhi rarely found interest in boys it wouldn't be that big of a deal just to meet with the father right?

"Yes hello mam…may I speak to the head of the household please?"

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Something hot woke Haruhi with a shock, she had fallen asleep in her clothes due to the length of the day, but at feeling a sensational softness on her arm Haruhi had to wonder whose bed she had really fallen asleep in. Sliding her eyes over towards where she had noticed the irregular heat Haruhi blushed a thousand shades of red before falling off of her bed.

Was this a dream?!

"…Nunn- no-no Haruhi…you stay here.." A suave and rather drawn out voice whispered. Haruhi picked her self up onto her knees, staring dumbly at the person on her bed. Orange hair fell gently over the caresses of her pillow and blanket and golden eyes dozed off with the pink flushed face. Haruhi placed her hand over her nose as she felt her face bleach with embarrassment- his hair was down.

Hikaru mumbled as he sat up, his hair falling to his shoulders as his bangs brushed against his face. Haruhi couldn't help but stare- she had never seen Hikaru without his hair gelled up, and even though he was very handsome before…

"Haruhi what are you doing in my room?" Hikaru asked sleepily, tilting his head as he rubbed his eyes. The boy scooted over to where she was and placed his hands under her armpits before picking her up like a limp doll and placing her on the bed next to him. Haruhi was still too stunned to speak as the man yawned and laid back down.

"You idiot Hikaru this is my room!" Haruhi whispered angrily through gritted teeth, scared that her father would hear her.

"…Oh…so it is!" Hikaru merely giggled and pulled her close as he dug his head into her chest making her squeal out of embarrassment before pushing him away.

"Hikaru!" She yelled blushing like mad as he moved his head down from her chest to her stomach, taking in loving breaths as he calmed himself by wrapping himself around her thin frame. Haruhi wrestled with him but he held onto her tight, his mind warped and his body longing. He just needed to be with her, he could suppress the rest of the urges, he just wanted to be with her.

"Shh…Haruhi don't freak out…it's ok…." Hikaru whispered calmly.

"If I recall correctly you're the one who left me on the beach, by myself, with no explanation at all, I believe I have the right to freak out you little rich bastard!" Haruhi whispered quickly through a harsh glare as she threw her hands and legs about wildly.

Hikaru caught her arms quickly and pinned them over her head, his eyes peering down into hers as he moved his body over her own, golden orbs staring curiously down at the red girl as she bit her lip to keep her angry glare upon his beautiful face. That kiss today…it had gotten something inside of her kicking though she didn't quite know what it was.

"Out!" Haruhi quickly yelled, her voice breaking as tears slipped down her face. Hikaru slowly looked up at her from his spot near her stomach, his empty eyes only staring at her as she held back obvious tears and threw out her hand so that it pointed to the door.

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME I SAID OU-MRPH!" Haruhi felt herself go down as Hikaru pressed his lips heatedly against her own making her eyes dull as she twisted her head to match his movements. Her train of thought started to go off of it's track as she tried to remember why she was angry again. Hikaru lifted his lips off of her quickly only to place them back, repeating this gesture many times before Haruhi had to grab his head to hold his lips down on hers.

Hikaru, unknown to Haruhi, was trying to get as many kisses from her soft pink lips as he could before he had to leave them forever.

"I have to go cold turkey in the morning." Hikaru whispered to her as he kissed her jaw line quickly so that he could savor her flavor and talk at the same time. She tasted like lilacs…sweet and beautiful lilacs.

"I can't explain to you why I can't be with you Haruhi, just trust me when I say it's not because I want to." Hikaru whispered seriously, though his face was still blushed and dizzy. Haruhi didn't answer but merely kept a stern and stubborn look upon her face as she attempted to cross her arms, only to brush up against Hikaru's smooth cheek.

"…I didn't know how to sum up everything I felt on the beach…I was nervous…and scared…and so damn close to crying I thought I wouldn't make it back to the car before you saw me…" Hikaru gulped out as he nestled against Haruhi's neck, placing carefully chosen and rather cautious kisses against her skin before lifting his head once more.

"…I asked…the driver to take me here…" Hikaru whispered as he shifted his legs so that he could see Haruhi's dead pan face in the dark.

"…Haruhi Fujioka…I love you with all of my heart…so please…wait for me…" Hikaru whispered tenderly, his eyes lighting up though half closed as he peered down at Haruhi. Haruhi flinched under his gaze and knocked his chin weakly with a half closed fist as he started up at him sadly, tears rimming, her eyes saying all that he needed to know.

"Idiot." Haruhi whispered as he attacked her lips with his own again, his chest pressing against her own, his hands wandering on the side of her cheeks as he let her go. Haruhi, not having much experience with this type of thing, could only double what he threw at her.

"Wait-wait-wait!" Haruhi suddenly whispered as she felt his warm fingertips playing at the small amount of exposed skin between her bottoms and the tips of her shirt. Each touch made her heart skip twenty beats, but-!

"My dad's here, and besides, I'm still mad at you. Only kissing! If I have to wait so do you!" Haruhi demanded sternly, her face blushing and determined. Hikaru stared at her dumbly, now aware of his own fingers as he laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

"…ok…" He whispered as he placed both of his hands in her hair, ready to kiss her once again.

"Slower this time…" Haruhi whispered, averting his eyes as he blinked at her command. He merely laughed and placed a tender hand on her soft cheek. Haruhi closed her eyes, taking in a small breath as he planted a light cheek on her bottom lip. This seemed to give her more pleasure than he could have imagined so he experimented by using a bit more force. Her lips parted as she took in another breath.

Hikaru parted his own lips and caught her mouth again in his trap, he closed her lips with his own, then opened them again. Haruhi eyed him but pushed herself forward a bit more, mimicking him, this time opening his mouth even more so than he did hers. Inside of his mind Hikaru chuckled, so it was war she wanted? Hikaru breathed onto her lips before pressing his head forward quickly, forcing her own back down as they started in their fight. Haruhi had to move her torso to the side to even keep up with his actions. The rather slow procedure kicked up as she started to run her hands through his hair, pulling him in closer as they fought each other for who would be on top.

Haruhi exploded in the new play fight as she attempted to keep her hands safe from wandering. She allowed them to run through his silky locks and grip onto them if the kiss got intense enough. Trying to keep her dignity she attempted to keep her body stiff- though her back would arch if Hikaru happened to trace that oh so certain spot behind her ear.

Unconsciously during their clash Hikaru slipped his tongue across her unknowing boundaries and into the unexplored regions of her mouth. Haruhi's eyes shot open as she jumped and considered pushing him off before she found that- it was pleasurable? Haruhi closed her eyes, suddenly gripping his hair tightly as she lifted her head and body to continue their scrap- this time with the new twist.

I always thought this would be super gross when my friends from Junior High told me about it, I mean, spit in another persons mouth? Ew! But…it's…exciting? I can't even believe I'm saying this but- he taste good…

Haruhi groaned at her own inner thoughts, she was defiantly turning into a pervert. Raging teen hormones had turned her into a pervert. The thought made her want to cry.

Haruhi bit her own lip, or what she thought was her lip, as she felt her hands skim the ends of Hikaru's shirt. He was a boy, she had seen him without his shirt many other times, so if she did what he was doing before it would be tottaly different right? Haruhi closed her eyes tightly, squeezing them shut as she denied what she was doing. Hikaru almost stopped as he felt Haruhi's all too tender hands travel up his shirt cautiously.

"Hehe…being a bit more explorative then I was allowed aren't we Haruhi?" Hikaru teased as he saw her turn so neon red she seemed to glow in the dark. The girl grabbed her hands away and pushed his face away from her own as she wiped at her mouth quickly and covered her face.

"Shut up!" She yelled as she hid herself. She was a pervert!

Hikaru merely smiled and moved her hands.

"…Hey now…covering that beautiful face of yours is a crime…" Hikaru whispered. Haruhi opened an eye as he smiled and leaned up so that he was sitting straight up. Taking in a deep breath he slipped his shirt off and threw it to the floor next to the two of them, allowing Haruhi to soak it all in before dipping himself back down to her level.

"It's ok Haruhi…I owe you anyways…you wanna see something cool?" Hikaru whispered to her. Haruhi couldn't speak so she merely nodded, glad that Hikaru was handling the situation for her. Somehow the tone he brought made her feel much more natural about the situation. Hikaru turned to the side, showing her a small scar running off of his stomach.

"…You wanna know where this is from?" Hikaru whispered. Haruhi merely nodded again as he laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well you see when Kaoru and I was five-" Hikaru began. He stopped however when Haruhi poked his stomach, a small childish smile on her face. Hikaru eyed her as she giggled and continued to poke him, making him squirm.

"He-hey! I thought you wanted to hear the story!" Hikaru whispered holding in giggles. Darn it! It wasn't supposed to end up like this! Hikaru suddenly went into a fit of laughs as she prodded him once more making him fall on the bed next to her, still laughing. At his laughter Haruhi laughed as well and continued to tickle his sides, finally looking relaxed and happy.

"H-Hey! Stop!" Hikaru yelled through laughter.

"Hehe…it's funny though. It's like the dough boy…" Haruhi whispered as she poked him again making him giggle and hold his stomach, sending her a stern glare. She pouted and poked him again making him cringe through a laugh as he tried taking her hands away. Haruhi giggled and poked him once more as the night faded off into the sunrise.

"Haruhi! Stop! No! NO MEANS NO!!"

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We fell asleep laughing that night….but after that…no laughter escaped from my lips. When I awoke the next morning Hikaru was gone and my bed was empty except for his discarded remains of a shirt by my bedside. I wasn't stupid…

So I hid it in my closet….

And without words I knew-

This was the end….

So I'd need to start a new beginning….

And that was that…