Maria ran fast, not bothering to glance behind her.

If she did take the second to look, she would see Kyoya Ohtori running after her.

She was practically off the beach when she stopped running.

She stopped falling to the ground crying.

Kyoya slowed down when he saw she had stopped.

He said nothing but sat next to her.

"Go away." She chocked out between sobs.

"No, I don't like it when you cry."

"I just…I haven't cried in front of anyone for so long."

"Explain."

"I went through so much. Only to be hurt again." She took a breathe. "I held on to the edge for so long before I let go. I had enough of hurting." She took a breathe.

"Of course, the hurt never really, truly, left me alone." She sniffed.

"Then, When it seems I've found somewhere to live, that I'm finally able to stable myself, he Comes along and fucks everything up!"

She was Half crying half angry.

Kyoya sat next to her, so confused and tangled in his thoughts, he didn't notice the wind blowing suddenly, and the fiercer sounding waves crash onto shore.

"I fucking hate him!"

Kyoya hardly caught this information.

Kyoya was confused.

For the first time, Kyoya Ohtori was clueless.

What did he feel for Maria?

He certainly didn't think of her like any other girl.

He didn't dislike her, exactly the opposite actually, he liked her.

Did her love her?

Possibly.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to-"

Maria was cut off with Kyoya's lips crashing into hers.

Yes, he loved her.

He loved her to no end, and would never hurt her.

Ever.

Maria had stopped breathing momentarily,

She had never felt happiness like this, was this love?

She hoped so, she didn't want to let go of this feeling. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt, Just that much better then winning the war.

Perhaps, she could trust Kyoya?

She kissed him back softly, when his phone rang. She laughed against his lips.

"So much for a moment." She laughed as Kyoya looked at the phone.

"It's Tamaki." He said flipping the phone open.

"He speaks French, you know." Kyoya said before putting the phone to his ear.

Maria blushed a deep shade of crimson.

"Shit." she said, embarrassed.

"Can I ask what you said?" Kyoya said after he had hung up.

"Well….Just a few choice words.." Maria said blushing lightly.

"I see." Kyoya laughed, and smiled. A real smile, not a smirk, or his host smile, but his smile.

She stared for a moment before looking down.

"He seemed really concerned." He said laughing.

"Well, he didn't have to be." Maria said stubbornly.

Kyoya chuckled lightly before helping her up.

"I was worried." He whispered in her ear as she stood up.

"Where do we stand?" She asked quietly.

She was willing to give a chance, if he wanted her.

"Where do you want to stand?" He asked hesitantly, fearing she would turn him away.

"Together." She smiled, "You're my official boyfriend, the rest of them don't need to know yet."

"You sure?" Kyoya asked.

"When is life ever sure?" She replied.

"Point taken." He said, as the host club came around the coner.

"Next time, don't run off like that. If you got hurt, it would've been on my shoulders." he said.

Haruhi's face lit up in instant realization.

"I can take care of my self, Kyoya, now if you excuse me, I want some ice cream." She said before heading back.

There was a moment of intense silence, Or, half-a moment since Tamaki was clueless and broke it.

"Well! I want ice cream to!" He said happily.

The twins seemed confused, Hunny smile widened, and Mori well…was Mori.

Maria smirked to herself, Thoughts of him out of her mind.

If she had thought about him, she might have noticed the Figure watching the scene unfold from behind a rocky ledge.

Ouran was buzzing with Gossip, today mostly about the new girl.

She wasn't wearing a dress, It wasn't a boy's uniform either.

She had requested a custom uniform because of scars, both physical and emotional, had confided in the headmaster about her identity, and the head master had only replied with something about an Umehito.

She wore a black long sleeved t-shirt that was easy to move in, a pair of black pants that mimicked jeans, only, they weren't tight fitting, and they seemed to be made to fight in.

The whispers reached Maria's ears and most she found absurd.

Some were, "She a spy on a mission," Or, "She's a ninja, and came to challenge Hunny."

"Why hello there, you must be the transfer student?"

Maria glanced up from her I-pod.

A boy stood in a dark cloak, a black wig over his hair.

"Yes, May I ask who you are?"

"Ahh, I am Nekozawa, Umehito President of the black magic club."

Maria smiled.

"I'm Potter, Maria." She said, and His head snapped toward her so fast it looked painful.

"The Potter, Half of the chosen?" He asked

"Sure, if you look at it that way." She said.

He was about to ask her something else when the bell rang.

"I'll see you later, Kay?" She said as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

She left before he could reply.

Maria looked at the desk, she already knew everything.

She sighed, thoughts of Kyoya running through her mind.

The rest of the day was a bore, until the host club ended.

Everyone had left, except Kyoya who was "working." Maria laughed as she slid through the door.

"Kyoya, I have to ask you something." she said hesitantly.

"Go ahead." He smiled a genuine smile at her.

"Uh, what's your family like?"