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Kyoya has snuck away from the wild party.

"If I wanted this, I would've gone with Karen to New York..." Kyoya muttered as he flipped the light switch entering Yuki's room. He was the only who hasn't seen it. He wasn't snooping. He was simply curious of what her life was like after she left. He had gotten an idea from her letters, but he was eager to learn more.

The sparkle of a hair pin from a half-open desk drawer had caught his eye. He examined the hair pin. It was quality, and must've been expensive. But what it sat on was what really perked his interest.

Kyoya placed the hair pin aside and pulled out the old notebooks from the drawer. He found the oldest one, and opened it, revealing a diary entry.

"I never thought Yuki was one who kept diaries." Kyoya remarked to himself. He began to read the very first entry, only a few weeks after Yuki had left Japan. Her handwriting was still horrible.

Dear Diary,

My therapist is making me keep this diary. I have to write in it everyday. My family thinks I'm depressed, so I have to go see a therapist everyday. They say that I've lost interest in everything, I'm always sad and crying, but also my temper has gotten much worse. I think they're crazy.

I've made the biggest mistake in my entire life. I'm truly, the stupidest girl that ever existed. I overreacted. I should have never left Kyoya. I love him. I still do. And I always will.

Dad bought me a new phone, but I have no contacts in it. Hazuki left her phone in the airport and it was never returned. I remember everyone's address, but I'm not getting any responses from them. They must hate me too.

I want to go home. I hate it here. One of these days, I will run away. I will run away and never return. I hope Kyoya is still waiting for me in Japan. Pr maybe he hates me now because I left. I just have to get closure of sorts. All of my letters I've been sending him have been sent back to me. I guess that's evidence that he does hate me...

Sincerely,
Yuki

Kyoya flipped through the pages and read each of them carefully. Every entry mentioned him.

Dear Diary,

I'm resuming dance. My dad is sending me to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania is one of America's 50 states. It's in the east too. He's buying me an apartment to stay in. My maid, a pretty girl named Ellie, will be coming with me to take care of me. It's only for the summer. Then I'll be moving back to Chicago and enrolled in Adlai E. Stevenson High School.

My dad is very good friends with a woman named Abby Lee Miller. She's a very talented choreographer. My dad said that I can get away, take a break, join her senior dance company, dance, and she'll help me get my act together.

I only saw her on Dance Moms. Dad says that she's different in real life. I secretly hope she's tough on me. I think that's what I need. I want to be pushed so I can do well. Maybe she can teach me how to dance so well, that I will get offers internationally. And then I'll take an offer in Japan and then be reunited with Kyoya once more. I hope I'm not to late. But I have to see him again and let him know that I love him.

Sincerely,
Yuki

Kyoya flipped the page.

Dear Diary,

I like Miss Abby very much. She's extremely tough on me, but she really cares about me. She teaches me lots of things. I feel like I've greatly improved. It's kind of weird not using Japanese suffixes. I feel like I'm disrespecting Miss Abby because I'm not calling her Abby-sensei. Americans...

I've competed with Miss Abby too. I'm earning a lot of money from winning competitions, but my goal is to raise as much money as possible so I can catch a flight back to Japan, buy my own place for me and Reika, and then reunite with my one true love.

Miss Abby knows that I need money, so she offered me a small role on her show, Dance Moms. I'm slightly ashamed that I accepted it. They show makes a lot of money and I'll get paid really well. Plus, Brooke and I have become good friends. She's really nice to me when we dance together in the senior company. But it's not like the other girls on the elite competition team are mean to me! They're all very nice and we're all friends. Their moms aren't as crazy as they're portrayed and they're nice to me too. Brooke and I are just closer and she's my first real friend here.

This show is quite ridiculous because they hired Ellie as my "mom" on the show. Ellie is old enough to be my mom...if Daichi and Michio were never born. It didn't violate Ellie's contract and she was more than happy to help me out. It was only temporary anyway.

But I'm also quite intimidated by the girls. They're all so talented. And I'll have to compete against Brooke! I find it a little awkward, but I have to do it. I think I'm becoming more like Kyoya. I'm growing to find many ways to make as much money as possible.

And because I'm going to be on the show, I had to get new head shots taken to be put on the "pyramid." I think they turned out really bad. Miss Abby really hates my feet because of how sickled they are. She also said that my legs are as straight as Elton John. I don't even know who that is.

Dad and/or my older brothers come to see me almost every weekend. We spend a lot of time together. We've grown close, but they don't know that I'm on Dance Moms.

Sincerely,
Yuki

This entry brought a small smile on Kyoya's lips. He found this very interesting and found himself reading more and more entries.

Dear Diary,

I found out who Elton John is. I laughed.

As it is the end of the summer, it was time for me to go back to Chicago. I will admit that I will be sad to leave Miss Abby and everyone. Miss Abby is my favorite teacher ever. I want to come back and learn from her again. I think we have a great connection and she teaches me a lot of things. I'll even miss filming Dance Moms despite the drama. I like dancing with the elite competition team. I think it's fun and I'm learning a lot from them too.

This experience has made me realize that I want to dance for a living. I want to be on Broadway. I want to perform for everyone. I still want to be a vet too. I know I can only dance for so long, and I can't handle being a teacher or choreographer, so I think when I'm done dancing, I'll be a vet. Sounds complicated, difficult, and unrealistic, but I'll make it work.

On the other hand, I'm extremely thrilled because I've made enough money. Ellie was supposed to take me home on a flight back to O'Hare, but I ran away! I did it! I'm currently on a flight to Tokyo. This is it. I'm coming home, Kyoya. Please just wait a few more hours!

Maybe this will be the end of my horrible nightmares. I've had nightmares every single night after I cried myself to sleep. I cry every night because of guilt, regret, pain, sadness, loneliness, and fear. I hope this will all end after I tell Kyoya my true feelings and my true family and I will be reunited.

Sincerely,
Yuki

Dear Diary,

So I land in Tokyo. I get a cab and I go to Ouran Academy. It is closed for the summer. Then I go visit my mom in prison. That was very nice. She was so surprised and happy she was crying.

After visiting my mom, I walk around. I go to Haruhi's apartment, but no one is home. I debated whether or not I should wait for her to return. However, I was forced to run away because dad found me. I'm serious. Dad came all the way here to come get me. He found me in the apartment complex.

Well, I saw him and my brothers before he saw me. I escaped the back exit and ran away as fast as I could through the darkest alleys. I don't know if he saw me, but I never looked back.

I found myself back in my old house when I lived with mom. I hid in there. I hid there until nightfall, when my dad and brothers showed up, looking for me. It made me extremely fearful.

I thought that it would be the safest if I went to Hunny's or Mori's or the twins' or Tamaki's or Haruhi's. They would check Kyoya's because they know on some level that I have a "deeper relationship" with him than anyone else. I think that they know that Haruhi is my best friend and would investigate her too. And the twins and I were in the same class, so my dad and brothers would check them out too. I decided to go to Hunny's. I'm guessing Mori would be there with him, and I think Hunny and Mori would understand the most. They would help me as much as they could, I believe.

Unfortunately, as I neared the Haninozuka estate, they got me. Daichi and Michio had come to take me home. I was so freaking close. I was practically on his property! I saw all of the lights lit up in the windows. I even saw a very tall figure with a very small figure in the window.

I cried the whole way home. I refused to speak or eat. I simply just cried. Now Kyoya will never know that I love him...

Sincerely,
Yuki

Kyoya froze, gripping the notebook and staring at the entry. She was in Japan? And he didn't even know it? She was so close to getting away. The ink on the page was smeared, mostly likely from teardrops, he guessed. And this saddened him.

After finishing the first notebook, he moved onto another.

Dear Diary,

So, this guy Collin asked me out on a date. I went on it. And then we went on some more. Collin is my sixth boyfriend here at Stevenson. He's nothing like Kyoya. There's nothing wrong with Collin. He's sweet and athletic-he plays tennis. But he's not Kyoya. Collin deserves the right girl, and I'm not her. I hope he finds her someday.

I'm trying really hard to move on. I really am. But every guy I went on a date with, it makes me miss Kyoya even more. I'm constantly thinking about Kyoya. None of the guys here even compare to him.

But maybe Kyoya has already moved on. And if he has, then I should too. But it's too damn hard! He's the one for me, I know it! I love Kyoya. I don't want anyone else but Kyoya. No one else. Everyone tells me to move on, there are other fish in the sea, blah, blah, blah. But my heart will always belong to Kyoya.

Sincerely,
Yuki

As he read on, he learned that these diary entries were sadder than her letters. These diary entries broke his heart. He didn't want Yuki to cry. He didn't want her to be hurt.

He is completely oblivious to her feelings that she has now today. Her last letter was sent after she graduated high school. And her last diary entry was her graduation day.

Dear diary,

I'm one of over a thousand. My graduating class is so big, we have to graduate in the Sears Centre. We've all become friends, a lot of them I've had a romantic relationship for a brief period of time.

I'm going to walk across the stage, shake hands with my student support team: Mrs. Martin (counselor), Mrs. Crook (dean), and Mr. Edwards (social worker). After graduating, my dad will be hosting a big party. All of my friends are going. My favorite teachers will drop by too-Mr. Barnabee, Mr. Sherwin, Mr. Springer, and Mr. Larsen. These four teachers have truly changed my life, and I would love to share a piece of cake with them.

However, this day makes me cry. More of sadness than happiness, to be honest. I want to follow Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, not Megan Hill. Not that I hate Megan; we're friends and we survived geometry together. But she's not a part of my family.

I'm not graduating from Ouran, I'm graduating from Stevenson. There's really not much of a difference between the schools, though. Stevenson is big rich kid school full of Asians. And out of all the 300+ student organizations here at Stevenson, not one is a host club.

And I wish that when I stood on that stage and glanced into the crowd, I would see Kyoya and Tamaki and Hunny and Mori. I wish I was following Haruhi and Hikaru and Kaoru across the stage and cherish this moment with them. I'm happy I have Hazuki here to support me, but the pain in my chest will always be there...I think I might still be depressed. I'm definitely not happy now. I wish I knew if I will ever be...

I think it's about time I give up on writing to everyone. I'm afraid that some creeper has been getting all of my letters and presents and is hoarding them and that's why I've never gotten a response from them. And Kyoya's just kept getting sent back to me. I haven't figured out why.

If it is true that they do hate me, I will get my closure soon. I got accepted into Harvard, which is one of my proudest moments ever, and I will choose to study abroad. I will go to Japan as I've planned all these years. I will confess to Kyoya, even though he's in college now and probably has a girlfriend. If they all reject me, I will be extremely hurt and broken, but I deserve it because it was my choice to leave. I created this empty void in my chest. But I also believe that if they really do reject me, my nightmares will go away. I may still cry myself to sleep for a while, but I'll have my closure and things might be easier.

Who am I kidding? It will shatter me. If they reject me, I will give up.

But...I kinda am...aren't I? For these will be the last letters I send out...

This will be my last journey entry. I've kept a lot throughout high school, so it'll be weird for me not journal everyday. Maybe the pattern has formed and I'll continue to write in a journal through college. Who knows? Who knows what'll happen in the future? I could die to tomorrow. I could die after New Years, but I myself probably won't even know it.

I guess this is my farewell to my past. I'll forget these diaries I've kept. I want to forget my past so I can move forward towards my future. I don't think it's likely it will get any easier for me, and I highly doubt I can actually forget my past. If anything, I want to return to it terribly. I want to return to Tamaki. I want to return to Haruhi. I want to return to Hikaru. I want to return to Kaoru. I want to return to Hunny. I want to return to Mori. And most importantly, I want to return to Kyoya. I just want my family back...a girl can hope, right?

Sincerely,
Yuki

Kyoya had read about the teachers mentioned above in older diary entries.

Mr. Barnabee and Mr. Larsen taught American Studies Yuki's junior year. It was a class where it was two periods, two teachers, and two subjects: English and US History. They worked together and blended the subjects very nicely.

Yuki also had Mr. Barnabee her senior year, taking his creative writing classes. She had become quite close to him, for he was the one who taught her to read. Not read like everybody else. Although Yuki had trouble reading because of her dyslexia, Mr. Barnabee has worked with her a lot to teach her how to read like a scholar. Yuki analyzed everything on a page or on a screen, and it has helped her still today with the way she thinks during college and work.

Mr. Larsen was another great teacher. Yuki liked him so much she decided to take his AP Government class senior year. Yuki had a great connection with him. He taught her many useful things. They have a great relationship and are good friends. There's nothing else left to say about their relationship.

Mr. Sherwin and Mr. Springer now...Yuki had Mr. Springer when she first went to Stevenson. He was her World History teacher. He was the most prominent teacher who helped her transition into an American high school. The following year, she took AP Human Geo. That year, Mr. Sherwin and Mr. Springer teamed up and taught the class together each period. That class was the most impacting for Yuki. Yuki learned the most from that class, and because of it, she sees the world differently. She really has. Those two teachers have shaped Yuki and has prepared her greatly to take on the world.

But after finishing those diaries...he read most of them, but he skimmed through some entries and notebooks. He didn't know how long he was up there. The music was still blasting from downstairs, but it wasn't unbearably loud for him.

Some diary entries were happy. Yuki would write how she enjoyed going to a party or hanging out with some friends or even a boyfriend. There were happy moments in her life. But it seems like it wasn't enough to satisfy her...

"I'm sorry, Yuki." Kyoya said to himself, fully aware that he was alone. But he had just gone on a journey, experiencing Yuki's despair and depression, yet love and hope through these diary entries. It was intense. It pained him.

These notebooks seemed a lot different than her letters.