Hey Guys!

So sorry about this chapter! I feel like everyone is OOC and it's just terrible, but I'm gonna post it anyways!

I really hope you like it!

Ciao,

MyKittyChan

Kyoya's POV

I attempted to calculate the host club's funds as I sat in my car, completely blocking Emily out of my mind. As I was trying to estimate how much Tamaki's throne would cost, my phone rings, "Hey, Kyoya? Do you know where Emily is? She isn't here yet, and it's been a while, around ten minutes." There was a worried tone coming from my older sister's mouth, but frankly, I didn't care.

"Why don't you ask her?" My voice came out a little too harsh. Fuyumi didn't speak for about five seconds, before saying, "Calm down, I was only asking. I'll just call her again."

"Do that, and quit bugging me." I hung up on my sister. My pencil broke in my hand and I stared at it, unmoving. Why am I getting so angry? Oh, right. That damn girl. I rub my temples to try to calm myself down, but to no avail. I slam my fist into my clipboard and hear a sharp crack.

Dammit. I hold up the board to look for damage, and end up with only the bottom half, the top half laying in my lap, as Emily would say, looking sad and broken. Why does everything I do take my mind back to her? I know we just fought and all, but I shouldn't be this attached. She's just an English brat. That's all she is, right? My mind races as I try to put the pieces together, working at a thousand miles an hour.

The limo stopped at my house, and I got out, not truly processing anything. I walked inside and stopped short when I saw Fuyumi pacing in front of me.

"Oh good, Emily you're-" Her voice stopped as I finish her sentence. "Not her."

"Oh, Kyoya, sorry. I thought you were Emily. She still hasn't shown up! Maybe I should call her again…" Can I never escape that dreaded girl? She follows me even to my house.

"Don't bother calling her if she didn't answer the first time. Her phone is probably dead. Though, from what I know, she probably won't show. My suggestion is to reschedule your little meeting." I can't help but give advice, my sister looks so worried.

"Oh." She looks dejected and walks upstairs, to her room I'm assuming, when her phone starts ringing. Fuyumi looks at the caller ID and a large smile takes place on her cheeks, showing off her dimples.

"Emily! Thank goodness you called, I was about to cancel! What? Oh, okay! I'll be right there." I give her a confused look and she decides to fill me in. "Emily wants to meet at a cafe instead. I got to go. I love you!" She slams the front doors and I can see her racing for the limo through our large windows of our house. I always thought it made the mansion seem like a fishbowl, our lives on display for the world.

I shrug off my thoughts of architecture and head upstairs, pausing to glance at the painting of a flower next to my bedroom door. Tamaki always complained that it looked trapped in it's frame. I told him that it's in it's frame to make it look better, but he still didn't understand. He forces me to take it down every time he comes over.

Speaking of my blonde friend, my phone rings. Tamaki. I better answer it, or he'll worry I've been abducted by aliens. "Hello?" I ask him in a monotone, mentally preparing myself for his rant.

"How could you! Emily looked so upset! I can't find her anywhere! Why would you do this! What is wrong with you!" He continues on about how horrible I am for doing such things and I start once more on the host club's finances, until I see something wet drip onto the paper. My fingers trace back to the source of this leak and I realize I'm crying. What? I don't cry. Never have, never will. Is it Emily that's making this happen? I sigh as I realize this is true.

What am I going to do?

Emily POV

I sigh as I walk into the cafe I asked Fuyumi to meet me at. Sitting at a small table meant for two, I patiently wait for the female Ootori to show up. I see a long limo pull up and Fuyumi step out, all the people in the cafe obviously staring and I can imagine why. This isn't exactly high society tea. Fuyumi walks through the door and glances around the room, and runs over to me as she spots the small table I'm currently occupying.

"Emily! I was so worried! I called Kyoya and he didn't know, and you didn't answer!" Fuyumi was talking at five-thousand miles per hour, questioning me, some answers I wouldn't even know.

"Fuyumi, I'm fine. Sorry I didn't answer. I got a little too caught up in life, that's all." I say, in a smooth voice. She must be able to tell something was up, because her face twists up in an abnormal fashion. "Quit worrying so much."

"There's something wrong and I can sense it. My sister senses are tingling, so something must be up, either with you, or Kyoya." I go silent, my brain contradicting itself, wanting to tell Fuyumi, but wanting to keep it low-key. "So there is something, isn't there." Her voice now a softer, more smooth tone. I nod, pushing my head farther down as a tear slips down my cheek. It drops onto the table and I can hear movements, and soon feel warm arms around me, pulling me into a deep, comforting hug. I can't help but hug back, feeling like I shouldn't push this sympathy away, like I'm all too used to doing.

She asks multiple yes-or-no questions, leaving me to nod or shake my head into her shoulder. First question was, "Is it from your old life?" I shake my head. Next question, "Host club?" I nod. "Kyoya?" The last question was lower than the rest, but had a much larger impact on me. The small tears turn into sobs; I can feel Fuyumi's shirt becoming drenched and she pulls me closer. I realize that we're both in public, and in the center of a coffee shop, and I force myself to bring my head back up.

"I'm sorry I'm making such a big commotion. You must be embarrassed, in front of all these people." I wipe my eyes and she looks at me with the utmost sympathy.

"Embarrased? Honey, you don't know embarrassment until you accidentally walk down a catwalk completely naked." Fuyumi gives me the widest smile, making me laugh. I sniffle and she waves a waiter over here, ordering us some chai tea. The man comes back, setting our tea down, and we both take ours in our hands. I take a sip of mine, wondering why I don't ever treat myself to tea instead of a new shirt.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Fuyumi brings me out of my thoughts and I set my tea back on the table. I shrug, not answering her question but responding all the same. I probably looked like a toddler.

"What happened?" I give out a large and ugly gasp as the tears start coming again. "He-he," I hiccup, not able to get the words out. "He called me useless." I finally manage to whisper. I take another sip of my tea to try to calm myself down, but it doesn't work. I find it harder and harder to breath as I try to hold back tears that will not leave me alone. I look up from my teacup to see a very pissed Fuyumi, who looks like she just found out someone stole her Usa-chan. She takes my hand, which is now off of the empty teacup, and heads to pay. We leave the shop and Fuyumi's limo is waiting, as I suspected. We get in and the older woman tells her butler to get to the Ootori residence as soon as possible. "Either Kyoya is going to have to apologize, or he's not gonna see tomorrow."

Kyoya POV

"What's happening between you two anyways?" Tamaki finally asks after his rant. I sigh, giving the most vague and uninteresting answer.

"We simply had an argument. It's nothing to get worked up over, really." I can feel Tamaki preparing for a speech via phone.

"Nothing to get worked up over? Emily is gone, she's not coming back! We are all going to miss her, you the most! You don't even realize that you love her!" I don't hear the rest as the phone drops out of my hand. Love? That would explain a lot. Why she's always on my mind, why she can find the perfect way to annoy me. But love? I don't love; the only people I care about are the host club and Fuyumi.

My mind reels as I try to think of how possibly Tamaki of all people could have noticed something like this. Or maybe it was all just in his head, and he's wrong. I'm overthinking this; he's Tamaki, it's probably some fantasy he made up.

"Kyoya? Kyoya!?" I hear a distant voice coming from my phone as I realize I didn't hang up. I pick the phone back up and put it to my face, feeling the same warm liquid on my cheek. "What?" I snap at the blonde.

"What happened? I was talking and I heard a crash and then you weren't speaking! Are you okay?" I heard a limo pull into the driveway and figured that it's Fuyumi.

"I'm fine, you idiot. I just dropped my phone. What were you saying, again?" I knew exactly what he said, but I didn't want to admit it. There was now a stomping sound approaching my room.

"I said, you're in love with her! You stare at her when she's doing maid work, in class, and you keep trying to dig up more and more information about her! Can't you see? You have feelings for this girl, and you need to realize this soon, or else she will be gone forever!" My door flings open, a very angry Fuyumi storming into my bedroom.

"Kyoya! How could you?! Emily…" Fuyumi stopped yelling, her last word but a mere whisper. She moved closer to me, wrapping me in her long arms, and I assumed she'd both heard what I did, and seen the tears that stained my face. I hang up on Tamaki, letting my phone fall onto the floor once again. I refrain from accepting the hug, leaving my hands at my sides; a few more tears leaking from my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whisper into my sister's shoulder as if it was Emily. My phone starts ringing again, but I don't bother looking at it. It's most likely Tamaki, or one of the hosts. Whoever it is, I don't care; I'd just like some time to myself, but it doesn't look like Fuyumi would be leaving anytime soon.

"Don't be saying that to me," My older sibling brought me out in front of her, wiping the half-dried tears from my eyes, "say it to her." I look at her with a confused look plastered on my face. She sighs, getting up from the floor where we were sitting, and brings me up with her. "Come on, you have a relationship to save."

Hey Guys!

So a few people I'd like to thank for giving me song ideas! Here are the people and each of their picked songs.

Ehem, (That was me putting on my reading glasses):

Pattypop- "I'm a mess" Ed Sheeran

JulsLovesBlue- "Ships in the night" _ (My personal favorite... just matches!)

Animegeek7777- "Shatter me" Lindsey Stirling (Ah, I just love Lindsey Stirling, and I suggest you look her up!)

But seriously, I just love you all!

Question of the Chapter (Because day would make no sense): What would your guy's perfect Kyem moment be? (And is it just me, or do they sound like some form of illegal drug/disease?)

Ciao,

MyKittyChan