Author: Flashback chapter. You've all been asking for Kyoya reading her letters. Here's a taste. I might add more letters later, but I hope you enjoy~. Reviews are much appreciated~

Within the box was mostly letters. However, she had purchased him things he would like. She had bought him a scarf to keep him warm in the winter. She had gotten him his first (and favorite) pair of jeans, his exact size. She also got other articles of clothing made by Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein. Yuki bought him some really good Hollywood movies, mostly horror. She knew him too well.

As far as books, she bought the classics: Animal Farm, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Fahrenheit 451, 1984, The Catcher in the Rye, The Crucible, The Grapes of Wrath, The Jungle, The Things They Carried, A Raisin in the Son, All My Sons, Death of a Salesmen, The Odd Couple, and many more.

Yuki thought he would be interested in American culture. Yuki sure found it fascinating. It was her first time going out of Japan. She felt completely isolated, so she didn't hold back when she shared everything with him.

As far as the letters go...there were so many it made Milk look like she only sent a couple to Coco and Natts. But he still read every one of them, having yet to finish, but he still read them. He wondered the reason it kept getting sent back to her had something to do with her horrible handwriting and the mail couldn't read it. Then again, her letters managed to get to get to Tamaki and the others. He concluded that there was some interference that tampered with the mail system to dictate who got what.

Dear Kyoya,

Hi, Kyoya. I'm not sure if you'd even open this letter...but if you ever did, thanks for taking the time to read this.

I'm not going to beat around the bush.

I'm sorry, Kyoya. I'm so incredibly sorry. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I'm sorry I overreacted and I left. I've made a huge mistake and I want to come back. I want to work this out with you, Kyoya.

I love you, Kyoya. I mean that with my whole heart. Never in my life would I have expected that I would feel so strongly for someone. I really mean that. My feelings are true and genuine. You are my sunshine, Kyoya. I can't live without you.

You may not feel the same way. Not to throw him under the bus, but Tamaki said you did...that could've changed. Would you tell me if it did? I'm sure you would. That's something you would do. An you'd be an ass about it too (but that's one of you're many quality traits that I love about you :))

I'm not sure if you have gotten my voicemail. I tried calling you on the plane, but I was stopped. And my phone got taken away by the flight attendant, but Hazuki helped me get it back so I went into the bathroom to call you, but Daichi and Michio stopped me. They said I was going to make the plane crash. They tried to take it away from me, and we wrestled over it, but then it fell into the toilet and it broke.

And because I'm just that lucky, Hazuki left her phone in the airport! It's the truth, Kyoya. I don't have anyone's numbers memorized. Their addresses, yes. But also that's due to Hazuki, who wrote them down for future references and I borrowed it. Yours, I remembered, obviously.

I hope you write back...my address is on the envelope, obviously. Put please do reply. If you don't want to work this out with me, then at least tell me and I'll stop pestering you with these letters.

-Yuki

A few letters after the first one were very similar to the first one, but Yuki eventually realized that all of her letters are getting sent back to her. Yuki secretly feared that Kyoya was sending them back himself, hating her so much that he wouldn't even read her letters...Yuki didn't want to believe that. Hazuki pointed out to her that there was a mail stamp that said "unable to send" or something like that. Yuki refused to give up and was determined to beat the mail system and get a letter to Kyoya.

Dear Kyoya,

I'm in Pittsburg now! I'm spending my summer there before going back to Chicago. I'm staying in an apartment with my maid, Ellie. Yes, I have a maid! Am I rich now? But I still cook and clean the apartment. I like doing that. And because Ellie can't clean the apartment like I want her too...she takes very good care of me though. She's becoming like a mom to me.

I'm taking dance lessons here in Pittsburg. You see, dad is very good friends with Abby Lee Miller, a very good teacher and choreographer. She's suuuuuppppeerrrr tough on me. It really works up a sweat! And my feet are killing me! But you're always in some kind of pain when you dance anyway. And Miss Abby has taught me so much! I feel like I've really improved. I really want to show you, Kyoya. I want to dance for you and show you how I've improved.

I've already started lessons with her senior dance company. This girl named Brooke Hyland has been really nice to me. She's this really pretty girl who is a very talented acrobat! Miss Abby wants us to dance together. Brooke has been nice enough to help me adjust to America. She and her mom even invited me over for dinner one night!

Oh, that reminds me! I love American food! Well, I love all food, but American food is so fascinating. And fattening. But it's still so good...I can't get enough of food. Heehee. Cheeseburgers are so damn good, though! When you see me again, I'll probably be really fat from all the cheeseburgers I ate.

I'm also competing with Miss Abby. I'm winning a lot of competitions and winning cash prizes. I'm saving up to come back, Kyoya. I'll raise enough money to come back. I'll buy a plane ticket and I'll buy an apartment for Reika and I and I can see you again!

-Yuk

Many of her letters explicitly described her day and how each day was. She was very animated and emotional when she explained everything to him. The letters of her first year in America were the longest, for everything excited her.

Dear Kyoya,

I just went to orientation! I have a transfer student buddy to help me with school. Her name's Rachel. She's as sweet as peaches and is incredibly helpful. I got a bunch of textbooks for chemistry, geometry, and world history. I have to climb six freaking flights of stairs to get to my locker!

I also got my Student ID. My yearbook picture was taken to. I've decided to grow my hair out again, by the way! Since I don't need to crossdress anymore for the Host Club...but I'm going to grow it out again, and then donate to the cancer society so they can make wigs for people with cancer.

I had a meeting with my student support team. That's my counselor, my dean, and my social worker. My counselor is Mrs. Martin, who is the biggest Harry Potter nerd I've ever met (she let me borrow the first book). Mrs. Crook is my dean. She's nice, but scary when angry. And Mr. Edwards is my social worker. Apparently, dad had connected him earlier and he tried to convince me to go to a group. Mr. Edwards is nice and funny and everything, but I think he worries too much. Then again, he's a social worker.

Kyoya, this school is freaking huge. There's four thousand freaking students. I'm going to be lost at sea! It's more intimidating. Instead of being pink and gold like at Ouran, it's green and gold and black. Everyone's super smart and super athletic and super talented and super rich and super Asian and super Jewish...So many people are taking so many APs and accelerated classes...I feel like I belonged more at Ouran than Stevenson...

But don't worry. My first escape plan might've failed, but I'll figure out something. I'll be back in Japan soon, okay? We can talk things through in person and have a happy reunion.

-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,

I got an A! I got an A on that English test I told you about! Kyoya, this is my first A on a test that isn't biology and gym! I did it, Kyoya! I got a freaking A, even on the essay part. Mrs. Forde used my essay as an example of her expectations and told everyone how I exceeded them. I'm a little embarrassed, but I feel so great about it!

Someone asked me today what I was. I said, "human?" And then he said, "no, no. I meant what race are you." And I gave him a confused look, but replied, "I'm Japanese, and a little British." It was really weird. He just said, "oh." I asked him, "why? What do I look like?" He just shrugged. And one of his friends yelled, "beautiful!" It was funny.

But it was really weird. Do you think I don't look Asian? Do I look white? I may be a little pale, but I didn't realize I don't look Asian. This is the only time this has happened, so maybe he's just really confused or whatever.

Aside from that, no one really discriminated or was really all that racist. I told you about how people sometimes ask me with their math homework and how I looked at them a responded, "I'm as dumb as hell. I help you, and we both fail." And then there was some idiot who made strange noises at me and claimed he was speaking Asian to me. The meanest racist comment though was by that girl, Sam, who called me a "dirty Jap."

I wish I could show you in person my test and essay. I've worked really hard. Hell, I wish I could see you in person all the time. I miss you so much, Kyoya. I'm saving my money. But things would be a lot easier if my letters would actually send...anyway, I love you.

-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,
I got suspended from school. I almost got freaking expelled. And I got kicked off the cheer leading team. I didn't like that much anyway.

Why, you may ask? Because I borrowed my friend Aaron's football equipment. I put it on and played in the game against Homewood. I freaking played football with the big guys, impersonating Aaron, Kyoya! You should've seen me! I was faster than all of them. They were left in my dust. I even scored a touchdown.

The whole football team knew and got a good kick out of it. Cameron protected me from nearly getting bulldozed. He's the sweetest guy. You'd like him, Kyoya. We sit next to each other in World History.

However, the Homewoods got me. They tackled me down and broke my leg. That's when they found out I'm not Aaron and I was sent to the hospital. I heard that Stevenson wasn't disqualified, but lost all the points I scored.

I did that because some of my friends dared me. American football is great, though. I loved it. You would like football, Kyoya. I don't think you'd play it, but it'd be a sport you'd watch. We can go to the Super Bowl together! Lol.

My leg is fine, so don't worry. I'm on top of the world. I've made my mark here (no, it's not my ass mark on one of the comfy chairs in the ILC). And I didn't have to break a vase to do it, Kyoya! Haha. I love you.

-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,
Since I'm in AP Human Geo, we learn about a lot of different cultures. And Mr. Sherwin and Mr. Springer asked me to spend a period or two about Japan, even though they've both have been there.

It was fun. My class seemed very interested. I showed them my yukata and my kimono. I taught them some Japanese. I brought in tons of Japanese foods, especially takoyaki and mamedaifuku. Everyone liked that too.

I hope you don't mind I talked about your house a lot. I compared it to a traditional Japanese house (I referred to Honoka's on that part). And I even talked about what your family does! I hope you don't mind. I talked about Ouran and anime and I even talked about Pretty Cure! And I told them about you and the host club and they asked if you can come to Stevenson sometime.

Everyone asked tons of questions. It gave me a headache. But I enjoyed myself. I felt smart, which is rare. I incorporated more Hetalia in my presentation than Pretty Cure, which I think worked out great.

You'd like that class, Kyoya. AP Human Geo. I think you'd really like that, Kyoya. It's so interesting! It's tough, but I bet it'd be cake for you. You look at a lot of maps and look for patterns and you just learn about the whole world, Kyoya. I'm learning so much from this one class. I'm seeing things so differently now. It's like I'm borrowing your glasses. Lol. Just kidding. I can't see crap out of your glasses.

-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,
Congratulations! I know this is the week you and Tamaki-senpai have graduated, right? And I know you're valedictorian. Honestly, I'm really proud of you. You've worked so hard. I hope you got lots of recognition.

I wish I was there to listen to your valedictorian speech and watch you and Tamaki-senpai receive your diplomas. I want to be there to cheer you on in the crowd. I bet you're all dressed up for the ceremony, looking so dashing. And then your dad would throw a big graduation party. By your dad, I mean the host club and Fuyumi-san.

God, college! You're going to college, Kyoya! That thought is driving me crazy! Are you going to Ouran University? Have you decided what you wanted to study? What's Tamaki going to do?

If I had to guess, both you and Tamaki are going to Ouran University together. You'll be roommates and everything. But you'll go into the medical school, and Tamaki would go into the business school.

Maybe you can go study abroad and you can come see me in Chicago! Chicago is in the United States, you know. Illinois, more specifically. The Land of Lincoln. The land of corn.

Oh, by the way! I keep forgetting to tell you, but I got a freaking 28 on my ACT! That's really high! You'd obviously get a 36. That's the highest you can get. But I'm so proud of myself, Kyoya. I feel so smart.

But I really want you to know that I'm proud of you. I know I'm just some little girl and that may not mean anything to you, but I'm just so happy for you. I really am. I wish I was there in person. It makes me want to cry that I'm not. I hope you'll be pursing your happiness now (that's from the Declaration of Independence of America, by the way! :) ).

Congratulations again! Way to go! You did it!
-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,
I'm actually applying to Harvard. Kyoya, I'm applying to one of the best schools in the world. It's the longest shot for me. I'm probably only good enough for CLC (that's the College of Lake County).

Actually, dad's moving again. He's moving to Boston, and Harvard is very close to Boston. I thought I'd give it a shot. Though, I kinda want to go to a college in New York because I want to be able to dance on Broadway too. I don't know yet. I still have to finish my AP bio lab report.

I hope you're doing well, college boy. Still talk to anyone from high school? I hope so. We're a family. You're the mom, after all. Heehee. I hope you'll study abroad. I miss you, Kyoya. I wish at least one of these letters would go through. I don't think you know how much I love you, Kyoya. And that makes me sad because I love you so much, Kyoya.

-Yuki

Dear Kyoya,
It's my time now. I'm graduating today. It's such a big ass class too. Over a thousand kids are graduating with me! I wish I was graduating with Haruhi and Hikaru and Kaoru. I miss them. They're graduating soon too, aren't they?

I got accepted into Harvard. Hazuki's coming with me too. Dad bought some mansion in Boston. It's big like the Ootori State big! My house here is big too, but this house is so freaking humongous! You should come see it sometime. So, if you're going to study abroad, study in Boston now! Not Chicago cause I won't be in Chicago anymore. Technically, I'll be in Cambridge. It's not that far from Boston.

I wish you were here to see me receive my diploma. That would mean a lot to me. But you really wouldn't know, now would you? I've been writing you for years and all of my letters have been getting sent back to me. It makes me want to cry, Kyoya. I want to see you again, even after all these years.

I'm giving up. I'm sorry, Kyoya. I can't write to nothing anymore. I've been praying that you'd come find me, Kyoya. Be my knight in shining armor and come rescue me from my tower. But I have to rescue myself, it seems like. I'll do that. I'll climb out of this tower and go find you, Kyoya. I have to see you one more time. Even though this is my last letter, Im not giving up on you yet. I just have to see you one more time. So please wait for me, Kyoya. Lets talk. I need closure.

-Yuki

That was Yuki's last letter. Kyoya was still working on the one's inbetween them. It was as if Yuki had wrote a letter to him everyday. And that made him incredibly sad and upset.

"Tamaki, as I go through the box she gave me and I begin to read her letters..." Kyoya was trying to find the right words as he held a conversation with his best friend the next day. He was confused and he sought help. "It felt as though..." It was difficult to describe. He rubbed his chin in thought. Tamaki waited patiently for him. "When two people in a romantic relationship break up and dissolve that relationship, they return each other's belongings that they might've left behind. I think that's what happened to me yesterday, Tamaki. And, God, did it feel horrible. It was sickening. It made my chest hurt. The look in her eyes and on her face...But usually when they return each others belongings, that means its over."

"Well, Kyoya," Tamaki began. "That's up to you. You have to ask yourself some questions, such as, how do you feel about Yuki now? And where do you think you stand with her? But you also have to think about Yuki's feelings. What you saw in her eyes and on her face, do you think those are her true feelings? Do you know what she's thinking about? Do you know how she feels?"

Kyoya didn't reply, pondering those questions. Tamaki interrupted his thoughts once more.

"You don't have to answer. Just some food for thought." Tamaki assured. "But answer me this: where did all your resentment go?" The question had startled Kyoya, and Tamaki continued without waiting for a response. "You used to be so resentful...towards Yuki and yourself when she left. Of course, that eventually disappeared, but I would think that it'd all come back when you saw her again."

"If I could tell you, Tamaki, I would." Kyoya admitted. "She forgave me yesterday, and I allowed myself to forgive her and myself. I should feel very resentful as I normally would, but I can't. I should, but I can't. Everything's back to normal now, so I see no problem with that."

Tamaki smiled. He knew the real answer. It was, on some level, similar to him.

"If there wasn't a problem, then you wouldn't be consulting with me now, would you?" Tamaki asked, followed by a chuckle. "I get what you mean. At least we can rule out that you don't feel resentful towards her or yourself. That simplifies it."

"Not by much." Kyoya muttered. And then a question popped into his head. "How come you don't feel any resent or hold any grudges against this?"

"I love Yuki like a daughter. On that day...I saw the hurt we had caused her. I could read her like a book. She was justified in her actions by leaving. I would've left if that happened to me...but I don't hate myself anymore. None of us do. Her letters that she sent us...they didn't make any sense to us, but they made us feel better. Unfortunately, the mail wouldn't send yours. So you never knew that she had forgiven you and that she blamed herself." Tamaki explained. And then he burst out laughing. "I bet I sound crazy, don't I? I'm sure that didn't make any sense at all..."

Kyoya was silent, trying to process his thoughts, but he was growing frustrated with himself for unable to figure this out. Tamaki interrupted him once again.

"But here's the most important question: do you even want it to be over?"