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Chapter 25

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Yuuki decided she would sit on the luggage trolley and let Kyoya push her through the airport. He decided to think it though first.

"What?" She twisted to look at him. If he leant on the bar she could lean against him. But she doubted he would. Yet.

"You're sitting on your luggage."
"It's just clothes."

"If a shampoo bottle pops, don't expect me to sympathise."

"I don't weigh enough to pop a shampoo bottle."

Kyoya kissed her neck. "No. You don't."

Yuuki smiled. "Okay." She pointed at the check-in. "Tallyho." He didn't move. She turned around to look at him again. "Let's go."

"Do we even need a trolley?"
"No..." There was her suitcase and his suitcase. Both of which had wheels. "But they're there for our use. And no one likes carrying their carry-on until you actually get on."

"Uhuh." The man decided to humour her and push the trolley the whole twenty meters to their check-in point. "You have your iPhone?"

Yuuki smiled coyly. "Yes. I have my iPhone." She dug into her handbag. "I also have yours." The woman held the devices up. She'd made him leave Marvin at home. His only internet source would be his mobile and his wife had kidnapped it.

"Yes." Kyoya spoke against the back of her neck, into the bottom of her hairline. "I know."

"Just checking?"
"Just checking."

Pause. "Why have we stopped?"

"We're at the check-in."

"What?" Yuuki looked around. "No. Can't we use the very last one?"
Kyoya laughed. "Not unless you're interested in flying economy."

"What are we flying?"

The man raised an eyebrow. Surely she knew.

The woman at the counter smiled in a very air-hostess like manner and welcomed them to the airport. "Where are we going."

"Seychelles." The man said smoothly, pulling out the documentation. He had kidnapped that off Yuuki. She could go nowhere unless she was with him.

"Okay." The woman typed a few things and looked at their passports. "Oh. Oh! You're that couple!"

Kyoya felt Yuuki tense up beside him. "Which couple?"

"The Ootori couple." The lady gushed. "The latest issue of Vogue came out today." She pulled the magazine out.

"Oh. Good." The girl said flatly. Kyoya had to squeeze Yuuki's hand to stop her sarcasm. They'd only been married three days ago. The days had been spent at the country club. Not doing much but being with each other.

"Beautiful gown." The relevant page was turned to. There was a full page picture of them at the altar.

"Oh." The female Ootori put a hand behind her neck self-consciously. "Thank you. It's one of Peter Alexander's."

"The Australian Designer?"

"Yes." She lifted her suitcase onto the machine belt, just after Kyoya's.
"Very nice." The woman quipped. "So, I can't upgrade you for your Honeymoon because you're already flying First-Class." Pause. "Is there anything you want as our congratulations?"
Kyoya pushed his glasses up. "No. We're fine."

"Alright." The hostess put their documents back together and handed them over. "You board in an hour. Congratulations."

Yuuki scowled and walked away. Kyoya caught her by the waist and pulled her into him. "Like you didn't expect that sort of thing."

She relaxed against him. "I know. But being that couple is so...odd. Neither of us are actors or anything like that."

"No. But I am an heir and you are an athlete."

"And they never get into magazines." She whined.

"Yes. And Paris Hilton was never in a magazine." He turned her to face him. "You're beautiful. Of course everyone is interested."

Yuuki made a small, muffled noise against his shirt. "At least there are a couple thousand backup photos. If the video is blue and wibbly we have a problem."

"You wouldn't have got all those free Prada promotional goods if you hadn't done it."

"Yeah." She looked up at him. "I really like that shirt they gave you."

He laughed; sure it was in her suitcase and not his by now. "Want to go to Duty Free?"

"No. I don't feel like shopping."
"What do you feel like?"

She swiftly went to her toes and kissed him, answering him that way.

Kyoya kissed his wife back and held her tight against him. "As long as you're happy." He said smugly.

Yuuki laughed softly and blushed. She always blushed. He wouldn't ever get sick of it. She locked her fingers in his. "I really want some tea. Iced tea. And M&M's."

Her husband smiled quietly to himself. "Coffee."

"Yuck."

"You have your sweet tooth. Leave my lack thereof alone."

"Whatever."

He went to correct her.

Yuuki pressed her shoulder into him. "Whatever." Their course veered ever so slightly and she beamed in victory. She was the only one in the entire world who had the power to keep Kyoya Ootori going in the same direction, but nudge him onto a slightly different rout. One that she was locked into as well. It wasn't about changing him, but incorporating him. When he was just an Ootori, she had ended up on a plane without him. When he was an Ootori with a tiny bit of flexibility, he still got the same outcome only with her at his side. One small alteration in calculations that could bring about something even more valuable than the original goal, one where he got to be an heir as well as a husband.

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The airplane was a little over half full. It was school season for most and the other beach going couples usually went in spring, not Autumn. The Seychelles, however, are near the equator, close to the African coast, and boast comfortable weather most times of the year.

Yuuki found that, for the first time ever in an airplane, she could sit cross legged. The first class seats were almost as big as she was and not half as big according to previous flying experiences. Kyoya acted as if it was the most natural thing to sit in a seat so big with such prompt service. His wife found it uncomfortable to be waited upon when she could have just done everything herself. A flight attendant even poured her bottled water. Which is in a drinking bottle to be drunk out of the bottle, according to Yuuki. Kyoya had the window seat. The only problem with first class is that you don't actually sit beside anyone other than an overstuffed armrest. He watched as his new wife watched him. Fortunately it was an overnight flight.

When everyone else was asleep, Yuuki slid out of her seat and pressed Kyoya aside lightly. He was half asleep, half expecting her. His arm opened slowly and let her in, and closed snugly around her the girl rested her head on his shoulder.

"Hello." He said, hazily.

Yuuki traced a line down the side of his face. "Shh..." She let her finger come to rest on his lips.

Kyoya smiled slightly and kissed the digit. The girl pressed herself close into his side and looked out the window. The stars were amazing when you flew above the clouds at night. They lit up the little traces of white with silver and detailed them with navy. Giving them shape and form. They smiled down on all below and seemed to quiet the gentle whisper of the plane.

The Ootori, the male one, watched the girl watch the word pass by. Her head was haloed silver for a second before she moved it out of the line of the moon. An earthly angel never dwells on heaven unless it's to thank it. They were secretive. Upon first meeting her, Kyoya thought there couldn't be a more private person in the world. But he had mistaken privacy for a search for peace. She'd found it. With him. The tips of her hair lit up silver by the world she lived in but could watch without fear. She looked happy. Inside her walls, inside his, she was happy. Kyoya breathed and got her gentle scent. Roses and musk. Something very passionate softened by something very normal. Yuuki was as unique as she should have been; a result of her circumstances and everything that had brought her here. And that was normal. So many people, in the pursuit of being normal, became abnormal. They became clones. She wasn't a clone. He didn't expect to find traits in her that didn't exist. That was the mistake most couples made. They thought that because they liked Picasso, their partner must like Picasso too. When really, their partner found art boring and had a much greater interest in music and expected their other to be fascinated with Mozart. He didn't expect anything from his wife other than that she already was. He didn't know all of that, but he wanted to.

Kyoya brushed a stray hair from her face so that he could see her better. "Is this what economy is like?" His voice was sleepy. The good mood bordering the entrance of sleep as opposed to the bad one coming out of it.

"No." She laughed quietly, monosyllabically and lifted her head to look down at him. "There would be much less room." They could fit at least another body inside the now vertical seat. It would be squished, but it would be possible.

"Mm." The man stretched. "Maybe we should fly economy."

Yuuki smiled. "No. I think you'd find the child with a cold screaming beside you quite the moment destroyer." Pause. She glanced over her shoulder at the rest of the sleeping cabin. Their hushed tones were secrets, not words. "I don't fancy the stuffy business people either though."

"Mile High Club not your thing?" Kyoya's lips lifted slightly and he shut his eyes at his own joke.

His wife pinched him. "Oh ha, ha. It's not a 'thing' that club is a profanity."

"Mm?"
"Why do it just for the heat of the moment? A quick grope in the closet. That's not love at all. That's just desire. There is no excitement in a raw act; for anything to have meaning, it should start with it."

Kyoya thought about that. It was why what they had was so special. It was nothing about raw emotion or raw desire, but it was both combined to form an expression of something greater than any act or idiom. "That's why I love you."

"Why?" She frowned. Just because he wasn't watching didn't mean she was expressionless. It was part of her to let feelings flit across her face, even if just for a moment.

"Because, you see things that people shouldn't be able to see. You perceive things that other people don't. You say what I never could put into words." He opened up to her. He didn't know it, but it was one of the greatest gifts he could give. Just being Kyoya without the mask of profit.

"And you do things that I couldn't." Yuuki let her fingers slip through his and then wind back through. Like water slipping through ones hands, only with a break that returned for another touch. Just because water running could create electricity. And that's what it felt like. Cool and tingling.

Kyoya let the hand that encircled her slide slip down to the small of her back. He sighed.

"Goodnight, Kyoya." His wife stopped playing with his hand and lay still against him, her head on his shoulder once again.

The man put his now rejected arm in the place his other had just left. Captivating her, but leaving a little door open so that she could just be. She was silent, awake. Enjoying his presence. Just being in it. The night he had left her, the night in the hospital, she had been his angel. The one who brought him back. The night on the balcony, he had been hers. The one sent to show her something that extended through emotion and life itself. Something that just was. Someone who would guide her and protect her and tell her secrets, with words or with actions or with silence.

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Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound

I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

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"No." Laughing. "No. Don't." Laughter from the kitchen. "That's not what it says...Go stand over there." A short pop. Silence. "That is what it said, isn't it?" Pause. "Oops." Smell of smoke.

Kyoya leant on the kitchen counter and shook his head. Yuuki had just experimented with the stove. And the instructions on how to use it. He'd tried to help; she'd refused him and sent him to the other side of the room. They had rented a house on one of the 115 islands in the Seychelles, a house that really shouldn't be exposed to fire as it had a thatched roof and wooden structure.

"I killed it." Yuuki smacked a button. "It's yelling at me in machine language." The stovetop beeped. "It's swearing at me."

Kyoya pushed off the counter and stood beside her. He slid his glasses up. "You just turned it on."

"I did?" The girl seemed somewhat wondered at this feat.

"That's what the little red temperature mark means. The digits show what setting its on."

"Doesn't that mean bad. Red is bad, isn't it?"
"It's a glass stove top. Red means on."

"What does flashing red mean?"
"Hot."

Made sense. "And the little circle?"

Pause. "That's probably not supposed to be there."

"Is it the heat pad?"

"No...There are only three. That's a fourth and it's not very circular." Pause. "Do you even need to use the stove?"

"No..."

"Then why are you using it?"
"Because. I had no female influence in my life to teach me how to and I suddenly had this...urge...too try cook something."

Kyoya smiled and leant his arms on either side of her. "You know how to use make-up and a hair straightener. You have had some female influence. And apparently you're quite the fashion statement. Even though most of your clothes are actually...well...mine."

"You can't cook anything on a hair straightener."

"We have a maid." He kissed the hallow behind her ear. "She cooks."

It was sunset. They'd spent the whole day on a private, pristine beach and in water so warm it was teeming with life. Which was sometimes a risky thing. Kyoya hated fish. Hence why he rarely swam in anything natural. His wife in the swimmers that Tamaki had picked changed his mind. The blonde had unpacked everything with his wife and repacked it again. Something that was annoying at first, but turned out to be alright in the end. They were in private anyway. "Mm. But we have a reservation at the resort tonight. You get to drive that bright yellow golf buggy."

"Well..." He kissed down to her shoulder. "Do you want to go?"

Yuuki shivered as he breathed returned up and down the back of her neck. "It's supposed to be...very good." He was very distracting. "We'll be late if you keep doing that."

"We're here a week. I'm sure they would understand if we rescheduled."

"You have to call to do that."

"The honeymoon suit is probably renowned for providing a continued pattern of lateness or absence from its occupants."

"Mm." She turned around to kiss him. "Probably." Kyoya leant into her and Yuuki put her hand back to balance herself. In the end, she landed the tips of her fingers on the cooling glass-top and hissed. "A kitchen will be the death of me." She said, annoyed, as she slid out from against him and to the sink for cold water.

Kyoya smiled and pushed his glasses up again. "Are you alright?"

"Ow." Yuuki put her fingers under the cold tap. "Yeah. I'm..." She shook the hand. "Ow." The girl looked up at him and looked a little guilty. "Karma."
Her husband trapped her between the sink and himself. "What have you ever done wrong?"

"I offended the technology. I tried to...ow...tell it that it was wrong."

"Ah." He lifted the attacked hand and kissed each fingertip. "Better?"

Yuuki smiled and lifted onto her toes to kiss him again.

The next day she had trouble picking things up and had little white bandaids on three of her fingers. But that's what happens when you don't keep a burn under the tap for a long time; she'd been too distracted to maintain that though. The cause of distraction wasn't very sorry. Neither was she.

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It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out

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Palm trees. White sand. Clear water. Blue skies. Normally.

It rained.

Hard.

For a whole day.

The weather of a warm climate can drop from a temperature of comfort to one of extreme heat or cold in a matter of minutes before returning again to its blissful facade.

Kyoya got cool and went to search for his black sweater. He found it asleep in the very middle of the bed, wrapped around a fragile form. She was holding a book, the sleeves reached right to her knuckles and the bottom of the top came down mid-thigh. Her toes were curled away from the cold. Yuuki had tried to read his book. It was very plain, very boring. Obviously brought for face value, not for actual reading purposes. One of those books you owned to say you owned, not to say you'd actually read. No wonder she'd fallen asleep.

Kyoya sat beside her. Yuuki was curled slightly. Delicate. She was delicate and beautifully reckless. Each moment to her was a moment she would never get again. Thus, each moment was as pristine and clear, as defined as a black and white contrast and stored to memory; and always beautiful.

The awake Ootori slid the cover out from under her and then pulled it back over his wife.

Wife.

What did that mean? Other than that she was the female half of a legal matrimony.

Kyoya leant against the headboard and felt an arm wrap around his stomach, book still attached to a couple band-aided fingers. Even in sleep she could find him. If he was ever lost, all he had to do was wait. She'd find him and bring him back. Back from a day at work. Back from the office when he wasn't actually there. Back from what he thought was the answer to everything. Back from some godforsaken street in London on a rainy night. Back home. Yuuki smiled in her sleep. She never scowled, even if she was having a nightmare. When her dreams were less than pleasant, her lips were still turned up slightly. Hiding what was really going on in her mind. Fortunately, he knew the prompts, even if he didn't know the secrets behind them. His wife had nightmares. About her father. Not of him doing anything or yelling or throwing things. Just repeats. She replayed things in her sleep that she'd tried to forget in waking. When this happened, her hand would flutter closed for an instant and she would make a small noise. Like a silent cough. When this happened, he would hold her closer and kiss her forehead. When this happened, she relaxed. Kyoya knew Yuuki. He knew her. Not every mystery or ambiguity. But he understood. Understanding is sometimes greater than the ability to answer.

The man slid the book from Yuuki's hand and put it on the side table, along with his glasses. The wind murmured violently outside, driving the fronds of palm tree's into the soaked glass windows and scattering bark on the deck. It was bed weather. Bed and books and movies.

The girl stirred slightly as her husband filled the space beside her and pulled the back covers up.

Wife. Husband. Words. Just words. Describing words for the way a set of people were. It didn't describe them or their past or their future. They just stated. If one had said husband to a woman who had just divorced, the meaning would be entirely different to that of a woman who had just fallen in love. If one said wife to a man who practiced infidelity, then he would see the adjective as something entirely different as to that of a man who had just proposed.

Wife. Kyoya pondered. Wife. Yuuki was not a wife. She wasn't a soul mate either. A soul mate would have come from the soul, and her soul was to free to be bound to anyone's. Just like his. They were two individuals with one love. Two beings who became one through a bond deeper than one that could be experienced alone. A soul mate would be one with the other soul. They were one with the other spirit. Moving together even when apart. Breathing together even when the others breath was not near. Pulsating together even when their hearts were not in the same room.

Kyoya ran his fingers over the skin at the back of Yuuki's neck and down the ridge of her spine until he reached the back collar of his sweater. It had slid off her one shoulder when she shifted close to him and been replaced by a dark pool of hair. Her husband brushed this away and traced patterns over the skin. Thinking all the time about how to define her.

By the end of an hour he had come to a conclusion he had already known. She was indefinable. Which is why they were. He could not explain her any better than man could explain why the universe was so large or the ocean so deep. She could not explain him any more than a child could explain the functions of an adult or a fish thrive on land. Even so. Those things were. A man could try to explain the universe and the sea, a child could try to explain the older of their species and a fish could attempt to live out of water. But in the end, all these pursuits would have been in vain. They would have been seeking something that had no answer. All his life, Kyoya had looked for answers. He couldn't find one for them. And that was the answer. There wasn't one. There was no magic, there was no map. Just treasures and moments and love.

Love. It meant adoring the other. It meant the ability to fight, not to hurt, but to seek resolve. It meant remembering why you had fallen in love to begin with. It meant hurt. It meant suffering. It meant joy. It meant cherishing. It meant private moments, little secrets, happiness, contentment.

Kyoya Ootori let his wife rest her head over his heart. Yuuki Ootori let her husband hold her waist.

Surrounded. Compatible. Endurance. Hope. Loyalty. Abandon to cherishment. Praise for adoration. Affections returned when there was none required. Saving the other, no matter what. Just being that angel from the balcony, from the window. Loving.

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Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

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Yuuki had a thing for luggage trolleys. If she couldn't sit in it, she would push it hard and lift her feet off the ground and let it carry her anyway. Kyoya had been checking his E-mails on his phone when, quite suddenly, his companion disappeared, only to be found a moment later a few meters ahead.

"We're going to New Zealand." She said waiting for him. "Where this shirt came from. I can buy you more." Yes. She was wearing his shirt. And a pair of jeans. And a waist belt.

"This shirt isn't from New Zealand."

"This shirt is wool. New Zealand is full of sheep. Sheep make wool."

"There are sheep everywhere in the world."

"Sweeping generalisation."
"You know what I meant."

The woman at the check-in smiled politely and then did a double take. Yuuki tried not to die a little inside.

"Oh! It's you!"

"Oh...it's me?" Came the slightly deflated reply from Mrs Ootori.

"Yes. This one." A magazine appeared from under the counter and Kyoya wondered what attendants really did in their lunch hour. The picture was of Yuuki in a black dress, black heels and red lipstick. It was part of Chanel's Little Black Dress campaign.

"Oh. Yes. That's not me." The girl lifted her luggage onto the collector.

"Yes it is." The woman turned to Kyoya. "And you're the fortunate husband."

"Fortunate." Kyoya said with a smile, handing over their documentation.

"New Zealand?"

"Yes." He continued to smile.

"Good skiing there." Her tone was getting flirty.

"I hear that."

"You've never been?"

"Ah. Yes. Once. For business."

"It's beautiful, no?"
Yuuki made a face. Kyoya pushed his glasses up."Like my wife, no?" His tone told her to stop, but his question said continue if you have something nice to say.

"Yes. Sir." Typing. "We can't upgrade y..."

"No. That's fine." Kyoya said over her.

"Okay." They got their passports back. "Have fun."
"Oh." Yuuki turned away. "We will."

Mr Ootori crossed his arms and walked away smugly. His wife overtook him with a luggage trolley. Even though they had no luggage. "Oi. You'll get hurt."

"No. Last time I got hurt it was your fault."

"You put your hand on the stove."

"You distracted me." She smiled wickedly. The trolley ran into an uneven tile and she let go as it leapt up beneath her. The wheel landed on her foot. "Ow." She held the offended limb in her hand and let the offending device roll away. "Ow. Ow. Ow. You distracted me again."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow.

She put her foot down and opened her arms pathetically. "Hug me."

Her husband waved a dismissing hand at her and continued to check his mail.

Kyoya was everything she needed and wanted. He could prove her wrong in an instant, but let her do the mistake making. So that she could learn. He would always make sure that, even though they both messed up, she knew he loved her. Even if he did it in his own way. Like letting her ride the trolley anyway. Like letting him continue to do business on their honeymoon, even if it was on a screen one eight of the size of his normal computer. They needed each other, not be together every minute need, but just basic. Like talking, seeing, knowing. Something that you had to work at or it would fade away. Something they would work at because it could never fade away. Because they wanted it that bad and needed it that much.

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You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

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Toothbrush wars was a game invented by someone, somewhere, with a mirror and a video camera. Yuuki and Kyoya had never seen this video, but the bathroom was always a place for smiles. Foamy smiles.

It all started with the Mr flicked his brush down into the sink to get rid of the excess water. The Mrs had looked at the specks of toothpaste on the sink, at him, at her brush and then back at him. She continued to brush her teeth but couldn't help but smile at how he couldn't stand still when brushing his.

Kyoya had to lean on one leg, run a hand through his hair, read the back of her cleanser bottle and do everything except the basic stand-and-look-in-mirror-while-brushing-technique. He also flicked the brush at the sink more than once, never hitting anything but the aimed at object but always gaining a look from his wife.

He did it again. She flicked hers as an amused, yet mocking gesture. It hit the mirror. She glared at him in it, hissed a minty breath and then laughed, covering her mouth so that no one would get a view of her foam bathing teeth.

Kyoya didn't get it.

He found her need to cleanse, tone and moisturise while he shaved rather amusing though. Once she had sneezed while lathering her face and had ended up snorting a copious amount of Clean, Clear and Under Control; for normal skin up her nose. He'd cut himself as a result from the sudden bout of sneezing that had resulted.

"Why do you do that?" He had asked, one chilly morning in the New Zealand mountains. They were near Queenstown, on the South Island. He would teach her to ski that day.

"Do what?" She was toning.

"Put chemicals on your face."

"And that bottle of shaving cream doesn't have chemicals in it?"

"Not as many as that."

"I'm a girl. Leave my routine alone." Pause. "By the way, that shaving cream is really good. Where did you get it?"
"Why are you using my shaving cream?"

"Legs. Duh."

He thought it had been disappearing faster than it should have. "You didn't bring a razor." He'd seen the inside of her toiletries bag.

"Mm." She bit her lip guiltily. "But you did." She said quickly before vacating the room quickly. She stuck her head through the door a minute later. "Really good razor too."

"When I opened a joint account for us, it didn't include sanitary items." Came the flat reply.

"Yes. I know. But one buys sanitary items with the joint account because that's the one we shop on, right?"

"You spend more on hygiene than I do."
Once again. "I'm a girl." She disappeared to find a pair of waterproof pants. He wouldn't sympathise when she fell over that day.

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Surprisingly, Yuuki was good in the snow. Or, not so usurpingly to Kyoya. The only time she fell over spectacularly was when she took him down too. Skis were very uncomfortable when in the vertical position.

"Wow. De'ja'vous." Yuuki said, looking up at Kyoya as he tried not to crush her on landing.

"When I said 'don't ski on that, its ice' I meant 'don't ski on that, its ice.'" He said, trying to untangle his skis from hers.

"But you and I have had such good memories on the ice." Yuuki pulled her beanie down. The snow was trying to freeze her ears off.

Kyoya smiled. He could calculate things to his advantage. She could too. Only, she hadn't learnt how to do it and not get hurt at the same time. "Mm." He kissed her.

The girl felt them slipping down the hill. Waterproof clothing was like tubing, only without the tube and a lot slower. "Hmmm..." She pulled away. "Kyoya. Sliding. Hill."

He looked down and saw a deep rift of powder snow. They slipped right into it and stopped dead. Lost somewhere between the snow and the sky. "No we're not." He replied haughtily before kissing her again.

The sun made the snow glitter like diamonds. Not ones as pretty or meaningful as those on Yuuki Ootori's left ring finger, but beautiful all the same. Yuuki liked the feel of it on her face. She liked the feel of it on her hand as it rested behind Kyoya's neck. He was her sun. A light in dark places when all other light had gone out. The only one who hadn't abandoned her. The one who had offered her a place to stay when her father withdrew his funds from Ouran. The one who had held her when she had no family left. He was special. He held her when she had a nightmare, without even asking if it had happened. He just knew. Yuuki felt back because he slept like a rock and she couldn't tell unless he actually said something. That was one of their differences, she expressed emotion in little gestures, he did it with even smaller ones or not at all. A business man. Yuuki wanted to know every feature of every day in his face. It was addictive, trying to answer his mysteries.
A large group of snowboarders slid past. One stopped, causing the rest of the group to. "GET A ROOM!" He yelled before racing off immaturely.

Kyoya didn't look at him, he looked at his wife. She went scarlet. Even more so than the cold had provided. Her nose was red on the tip, but now her cheeks were flushed too. She fought to untangle her skis. Her husband helped her up. She had to help him balance for a second as the ice slick extended under his foot.

Yuuki laughed. She'd never laughed so much in her life as she did with him. He was her light. She was addicted to him. Everything about him. Even his dark mood. She was addicted because it was him and she was captivated by every single millimetre of him and would be forever.

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Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light

-

Late that evening, when Kyoya was sitting in a big armchair reading his unreadable book, Yuuki slid up beside him. She's just had a shower and smelled like soap. He moved over slightly and let her swing her legs across his and lean against the other side of the chair.

"Cold?" He didn't look up.

"No."

He looked up. She was wearing his black sweater again. Kyoya smiled. "That is my favourite shirt. You know that, right?"

Yuuki smiled. "Is it your favourite because I wear it, or because you like it?"
Amused silence. "Both."

Comfortable silence. The girl slid her hand into his idle one and played with his fingers. He had long, beautiful fingers. And deep, grey eyes. And pitch black hair. He was breathtaking to her. He was hers. Yuuki tilted her head to one side and looked at him. The lamp behind his head haloed him for a moment before fading. No fallen angel gets heavenly glory for long. She thanked God nonetheless.

"Halo." Mrs Ootori said gently.

"Hm?" Kyoya looked up.

"Nothing." She smiled softly at him.

Mr Ootori returned the tender gesture and turned back to his book. Everything they'd gone through and everything they'd accomplished could never be explained in words. He didn't ask her to repeat the one he missed; he knew what she'd said. She had adored him and something physical had slipped through. An expression of love, professed verbally. He liked it when that happened. He liked it when both combined to make love. He liked it when there was just silence. Alone time, but in the presence of the person who knew exactly who you were alone. There was no need for a facade. They knew the unmasked. So alone time, private time, was just as individual and personal when the other was in the room. They had never been complete before meeting and never would be unless they were together. Physically, in understanding, emotionally, through love on distance. They just were. And always would be. So it didn't matter if the other wasn't there. They knew. It didn't matter if they were. They knew. But both loved the company and craved it, even in the moment they were cut off for blinking. Two halves of the same whole. Different pieces of fabric, the same piece of cloth.

Kyoya. Yuuki. Husband. Wife. Mr. Mrs. Ootori.

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I can see your halo, halo, halo.

(Halo, Beyonce)

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I know. Sorry. Busy.

This chapter was inspired by Halo and its music video, from Beyonce.

It took a long time to write this, and yes, it is shorter than most chapters, but I felt I needed to define the new relationship between them. Yuuki and Kyoya are married, not much has changed between them emotionally or psychologically, yet, their relationship goes much deeper.

It's not a 'honeymoon' chapter. It's their chapter. Just Yuuki and Kyoya without anything else. The raw essentials. The deepest, most private moments. As readers, you are part of their story, and cutting it out was like cutting you out.

I find fluff very difficult to write. But I like this chapter. I like how it helps the previous chapters blend into the post-wedding story. That's essentially the main point. Creating a different aspect of the relationship to build on.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed. ^-^

Blessings,

-pp

P.S. KYOYA AND YUUKI's FAMILY STILL EXIST. ^-^ I know they havnt been in the last few chapters, I've mentioned their whereabouts a few times, but not really. Sorry. I was focusing a little to hard on Yuuki and Kyoya to pay attention to the beings that brought them into existence.

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Anyway.