Hi everyone... Now, I know it's been over a year *gets mauled by readers* I'M SO SORRY! It was my first year in high school and then I went on my first family vacation out of state since my brother was diagnosed with cancer so I've been kind of busy... and very lazy... and I kind of ran out of ideas... Once again, I'm extremely sorry. I went back and edited my previous chapters (because seriously... there were some really pathetic mistakes in there. *bows* Please forgive me). And now, I present to you, if there are even any of you left... which I really hope there are... The 10th chapter of "Forgive But Never Forget". I'll be reposting all nine edited chapters, so I apologize in advance for all the notifications. Please enjoy!

RE: RAWR! UGH! I've already had to edit my chapter and I JUST posted it! GRRRR! I'm sorry! 3

~Mori's POV~

I blinked back my shock, although I'm sure something must have shown after that… interesting mistake.

"Mitsukuni," I called to him.

"What is it, Takashi?" he asked innocently.

"What was in that drink you just gave her?"

"Ummm… soda?" he replied. "It kinda looked funny colored but I thought it was okay, and Kita-chan was really thirsty looking…" he put a finger to his mouth and put on a pouty face. I sighed inwardly.

"Hehehe… Mori-chan, your head is spinning around," Kitama giggled. The twins cautiously stepped closer to her, peering at her from the sides.

"Ki-tama… are you drunk?" they asked.

"WOW! MIRRORS! COOL!" she gasped and pointed at both twins. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall! Am I the fairest- wait… how does it go again?" Her brow furrowed in confusion and concentration.

'She's so cute when she does that…' I smiled inwardly. I shook away those thoughts impatiently. The sky rumbled ominously above us.

"Ki-chan," I began, my voice signaling that we had to leave. She almost pouted before sticking her arms out like a child and grinning cutely, tilting her head to the side.

"Carry me?" she asked. I sighed but the corners of my lips twitched. I nodded and turned around so that I could carry her on my back. "Yay! YAY! Piggy back ride!" She squealed with glee and quickly jumped/stumbled onto my back, her arms wrapped around my neck. I sighed once more. This was going to be a long night.

~Kitama's POV~

I giggled happily as we walked out to the car, my eyes still not working properly. The ground seemed abnormally far away from me but it was still fun. Everything around me warped in strange ways as we moved and I began to grow dizzy.

"M… M…" I couldn't seem to form proper words. But I had to keep trying. I had to tell Mori how funny I felt. My face is hot… why is it hot? Wait, are my feet touching the ground? Am I flying? This is so fun! I can't remember very much though. Why does everything seem so happy? It's so much nicer like this… I don't have to worry anymore, do I? I'm here with Mori, right? He'll keep me safe… won't he?

Suddenly, the wriggling sky grew dark and loud sounds echoed around in my head. Bright flashes of light seemed to appear before my eyes and I felt myself whimper, shuddering.

Droplets fell from the sky onto my face. Is it raining? It's dark. It's too dark. Mori-chan, I'm scared. This isn't fun anymore. Save me from the dark. It's loud here. I don't like it. I don't like it here! Help me!

I felt myself lose heat, his body falling away from mine. I tried to reach out.

"No…" I managed to choke out before my eyes shut.

'Don't leave me…'

~Mori's POV~

After ushering Mitsukuni into his limo, and nodding in farewell to the other hosts, I swiftly made my way back to the awaiting car in which Kitama was now resting. A flash of lightning illuminated the gloomy sky, gentle droplets of rain beginning to fall.

With the gentle click of the car door shutting, followed by some quick directions for the driver, the car began its slow trek home. I let a soft sigh escape my lips, my eyes fluttering shut for brief moment of rest.

The peaceful silence was broken, however, by a gentle moan from somewhere to my left. My eyes snapped open once again, my gaze frantically scanning the darkness. Slowly, so as not to accidentally injure Kitama, I moved my hands along the seats, my feet stumbling only slightly in the darkened interior of the car. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, my fingers brushed against something that was most definitely not the cool leather of the seats.

An unfortunately timed bump in the road caught me off balance and sent me tumbling towards the seats in front of me. Out of reflex, my arms shot forward and I was able to catch myself before I face planted into the seat. Another streak of lightning illuminated the interior of the car and suddenly, I was extremely grateful for all the long years of training in the dojo.

Heat filled my cheeks as I got an up close and personal look at Kitama's face, my nose less than an inch from hers. I could feel her warm breath against my lips, the subtle scent of her rose perfume and spearmint toothpaste suddenly seeming overwhelmingly strong.

For a moment, I simply looked at her, my eyes mentally mapping out a picture of her beautiful face – the smoothness of her porcelain skin, the way her eyelids almost seemed to flutter, the gentle and innocent expression she wore as she slept, the way her hair cascaded across the seat, the soft arch of her eyebrows, the barely-there scar that glistened lightly on the bridge of her nose, the smooth curve of her lips –

I stopped. Slowly, with what seemed like more effort than should have been necessary, I pulled away. Sighing, I sat down beside the seat she was splayed across and closed my eyes.

What was I thinking? Where would my thoughts have strayed had I not stopped them there? I couldn't do this. Not now, not when she was like this… Not when she wouldn't remember.

Sighing once more, I opened my eyes and allowed myself one last look. Lifting a hand, I let my fingers trace the curve of her lips, brush across her cheek, and finally come to rest, my hand cupping her cheek gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a gentle smile gracing her features.

"I've missed you, Kitama. Welcome home."

~Kitama's POV~

The first thing I noticed was that my face was wet. That, above all things, was what bothered me enough to actually make me open my groggy eyes.

Then the headache came and I wished I had just ignored the stupid, salty water on my face and kept on sleeping.

I sat up with an angry aura around me. Unfortunately, I sat up a little too quickly and my head throbbed painfully, clouding my vision once more. I moaned, grabbing my head in agony and managed to look around. There was someone sitting in the chair across from me who would have looked strikingly familiar, if only I could see straight. I blinked a few times, unsuccessfully attempting to clear my eyesight.

"Mori-chan? What are you doing in my house?" I grumbled. It's not that I was unhappy to see him, I was just in a bad mood due to my agonizing headache.

"Nope, guess again," an unfamiliar voice replied. I blinked. "Oh, and you might not want to move around to much. Taka said you'd probably have a headache when you woke up and to tell you to lie down before I went to go get him."

"Taka?" I mumbled, slightly perturbed. "Wait, who are you again?" I rubbed my eyes furiously, until I felt a small weight on my lap and removed my hands. I was relieved to see that my eyes were clear, however I was now staring down a small black and white kitten sitting in my lap.

"I'm Satoshi Morinozuka , Taka's brother," he replied. I finally looked up at gasped, my finger automatically pointing straight at him. "What…?" he looked nervous.

"TOSHI-CHAN!" I jumped up, careful not to throw the cat on the ground, and glomped him excitedly. "OWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled, grabbing my head again, wishing I could slam it against a door, if only that could rid me of this TORTUROUS pain.

"Uhhh… are you okay?" he asked, a confused look still present on his face.

"Hehe, yeah… Geez, you look just like him!" I grinned up at him, plopping back down onto the bed.

"Who?"

"Mori-chan! God, I remember when you were born! Sheesh now I feel old…" I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly.

"You knew Taka before I was born? Wow, you guys go way back!" he laughed contagiously and I soon joined him. The kitty meowed at us and I giggled a little before picking it up and holding it out at arms length.

"Hi, kitty! I need to name you!" I grinned at it only to have it yawn. I squealed at the cuteness and hugged it to my face. "AWWWWW! HOW CUTE!"

"Well, while you're uhhh… naming your cat, I'm going to get Taka. Here are some clothes for you to change into. We had one of our maids purchase them," Satoshi said, tossing a plastic bag onto the bed next to me.

"Oh, okay- HEY WAIT!" Instead of actually looking up at Satoshi, I was staring down at my clothes, which had magically become comfy grey sweats and a baggy white t-shirt. "WHO CHANGED MY CLOTHES?" I mentally began to freak out as Satoshi chuckled quietly left the room, closing the door behind me. "OH MY GOD, SATOSHI GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! WHO CHANGED MY CLOTHES, DAMNIT?"

I grabbed the unopened bag of clothes a pulled out a light gray tunic dress thing with a small heart stitched into the left shoulder. The short sleeves hung loosely and the dress thingy ended mid-thigh. I also pulled out black skinny jeans with stylish rips along the thighs and knees. I shrugged and stripped before quickly throwing on the new clothes and admiring my reflection in the mirror in the closet. A soft knock came from the door and I winced, the sound causing my head to throb once more. The door clicked open and Mori stepped inside. I smiled.

"Hey Mori-chan," I said, walking away from the mirror and back towards the bed. "Do you know who changed my clothes?"

He sweat dropped before quickly glancing away, a light pink dust covering his cheeks. "Ah," he replied. "Do you want breakfast, or brunch?"

"Brunch?"

"You slept in until 11 AM, Ki-chan."

"Ahhh… I see," I sweat dropped. "Brunch, then." He nodded and opened the door wider before setting off down the hallway. I quickly fell in step behind him. "Umm…"

He glanced back, and slowed, falling in step beside me.

"Where's Toshi-chan?" I asked casually. I noticed the corner of his mouth twitch before he replied.

"In the dojo. It's his training time." I nodded and we continued to walk in silence.

We soon entered the large kitchen and I plopped down in a comfy chair. Mori leaned casually against the counter, his eyes focused on the news alert flashing across the screen.

"Be on high alert for any unusual and suspicious behavior. There have been sightings and attacks on girls between the ages of 15-18 in the area. P-," Mori changed the channel.

I glanced over at him and noticed that his hands, clenched into fists, were turning white at the knuckles. I stood up and walked over. His face was turned away but I could tell his eyes were closed. He really was a sweet, sensitive guy. I placed my hand over one of his. He glanced over at me and I could tell it pained him to see me standing next to him, knowing he couldn't protect me at all times. At that moment, he felt lonely and helpless. He couldn't do anything during this situation. I let a small smile grace my lips.

"It'll be okay," I murmured.

In one swift movement, he had his arms around me, his face buried in my hair, my face pressed to his chest. I could feel my cheeks warm up a little. Mori hadn't been this close to me in a while and the contact was welcome.

"Be safe," he replied softly.

I skipped down the hallway, twirling about happily before bursting into the club room.

"Happy New Year everyone!"

"Kitama-senpai, you're late again. I'll have to start adding to your debt if you keep this up," Kyouya addressed me as he wrote something in his ever present black book. I humphed, crossing my arms in a small pouting gesture. I glanced around the room, finally noticing the odd setting.

"By the way, what's up with the new decorations? Do we have a theme today?"

"Of course. We don't just redecorate the place for no reason," Kyouya replied nonchalantly while writing something else down. I glowered.

"Whatever… Just give me the stupid outfit already," I muttered at him. He in turn pointed behind me to a dressing room.

"It's already in the third dressing room from the left. Make sure you put it on correctly, please."

I nodded in response and headed over to the dressing room he directed me towards.

Inside I found an ornately designed white kimono with a black and red flower design blossoming across the outer fabric while the inner fabric was a silky black that was tied together with black obi sash. I sighed and quickly slipped out of my uniform and into the kimono with little difficulty putting it on, contrary to Kyouya's beliefs. I felt a light tickle on the back of my neck and reached back to itch it only to find a tuft of my hair had come undone. I was about to turn back towards the mirror to try and repair the damage when I caught sight of a ruby red ribbon folded neatly on a shelf. I grinned and snatched it up, quickly making use of the strip of cloth by tying my slightly longer hair in a sort of ponytail before exiting the stall.

The setup for today seemed to be a traditional Japanese theme and I quickly noted that everyone had on kimonos as well. I stepped onto the tatami mats that covered the floor and walked over towards the others who were gathered around Tamaki once more for the opening of the club.

"Uwah! Kitama-sama, you look fantastic in your kimono! You should wear one more often!" a girl with hazel eyes and chocolate hair cried, sparkles surrounding her and the two girls beside her.

"Thank you, ladies! I'm glad you like it. To be honest, I was a little nervous about wearing this today since it seemed a little girly for me…" I looked away, feigning bashfulness.

"No, not at all!"

"It definitely suits you, Kitama-san!"

"Yes, it's very beautiful!"

The girls continued to gush about the kimono when I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned to see a troubled looking Hunny.

"What's wrong, Hunny-chan?" I asked, turning to open my arms to him so he could tackle me with a hug.

"Kita-chan, Kita-chan! I lost my slipper! Will you come look for it with me?" he gazed at me with his glistening chocolate eyes and I couldn't refuse.

"Oh, no! Hunny-senpai, we'll come look with you, too!"

"Yes, we'll find it!"

"Don't worry, it's around here somewhere!"

Quite a few girls, including Hunny's and my own guests began to search for the lost slipper. I took his hand gently and we began to wander about the room until we ended up near Haruhi.

His tiny form somehow managed to drag me over to her table while she conversed with Kyouya and her guests. Hunny quickly called out to her and she turned to face us with a look of surprise written across her face.

"Haru-chan! I don't know how but I lost one of my slippers!" he quickly broke down into tears while a few of Haruhi's guests went to comfort him.

"But you were just wearing them, weren't you?" Haruhi replied in a confused tone, quickly striding over to us as we tried to console the teary-eyed boy.

"Mitsukuni," Mori's voice rang out above his whimpers. He quickly made his way over and knelt by Hunny's foot, gently lifting it up and placing the missing slipper on it.

"T-Takashi…?" Hunny sniffled.

"I noticed that you dropped it…" Mori explained quietly before he was tackled by a gleeful Hunny.

"Takashi!" Mori calmly patted him on the back.

"How sweet…" a dark haired girl murmured in a ponderous tone to a brunette beside her.

"Isn't it, though?" the other replied in the same tone. Haruhi and I both sweat dropped.

"It looks like tears are popular with the ladies today…" Haruhi observed and I nodded in agreement.

"But how are they able to cry so easily?" I wondered aloud and Haruhi also pondered the thought and accidentally bumped into Kaoru, causing his to drop a small, green vile.

I reached down and picked it up before my face fell into exasperation.

"Is this what I think it is?" I muttered, allowing Haruhi to take it from my grasp.

"What are these...? Haruhi glowered in the same tone at the twins.

"For your information, it's common for a host to use eye drops," Kaoru replied, his arm slipping around her waist.

"No woman alive could resist a man on the brink of tears," Hikaru finished, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as they both grinned cheekily at me.

"That's cheating," Haruhi and I dead panned in unison.

Hikaru moved to poke me in the cheek while his grin spread wider. "Oh, Ki-tama, don't be such a party pooper!"

"Here, Haruhi, this is for you!" Kaoru reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small box with a clear lid that revealed a sweet of sorts. He quickly placed it in her outstretched hands.

She stared at it blankly for a moment before glancing back up at them and asking, "It's for me?"

"Aren't you the cutest!" the grinned back in unison. I smiled and left them to their contraptions, heading over to join Hunny and Mori as Tamaki suddenly joined the fray and offered Haruhi at least eighteen more of the boxed sweets, fake tears glistening in his eyes.

When accused of having forged tears, he began his ramble about how his tears were always genuine, how they were the mark of a true host, and that his soul was touched easily by moments like these.

Kyouya quickly busied himself with writing on a scroll while the twins yawned in the background. Mori carried a tired looking Hunny in his arms and I itched the cheek where Hikaru had poked me out of boredom.

"Well? Do I impress you, Haruhi?" Tamaki began to gloat, flouncing about in a flamboyant manner. "Have you fallen for me yet?"

"You wish," Haruhi dead panned once more.

"My romantic overtures don't seem to be reaching you for some reason!" he clenched his fist but seemed undeterred by the fact. "Perhaps I should add a little more panache to my character, eh?"

Haruhi managed to ignore him and instead took notice of a shy looking girl in the Ouran uniform that was peering at them from the sidelines.

"Looks like the Host Club has a brand new guest! Ah!" the twins also took notice of the mysterious girl and scooted their way over.

"What are you waiting for? Come on in," Kaoru asked in a 'seductive' voice, extending a rose to the girl in question.

"Looking from afar is no fun," Hikaru added, also offering another rose to her.

"Please, Miss," the continued to pester her as she drew back shyly.

"Stop that at once! How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous with our new guest!" Tamaki chided from behind them, also sporting a rose. "Please, you don't have to be afraid, My Princess. I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club."

Her trembling seemed to lessen slightly but she still drew away, her mouth beginning to form words.

"Yes?" Tamaki asked 'seductively. Suddenly, her hand came in contact with his face as she shoved him across the room. "AHHHHHHHHH!"

"No! Don't touch me! You're PHONY!" she yelped, her other fist clenched to her chest. We all gasped at her statement. As far as I knew, no one outside the host club had ever denied Tamaki, let alone called him phony. Tamaki staggered away from her, clutching his face in horror.

"W-What do you mean, I'm phony?" He cried out in anguish.

"Just what I said, you're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this Host Club!" She pointed an accusatory finger at his face as he backed away, aghast. "You shouldn't go spreading you're love around like that, you stupid! You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You're incompetent! You're a commoner! You're DISGUSTING!" She continued to insult him further as imaginary arrows of doom continually stabbed him until some more imaginary lightning struck him down before he began to slowly fall backwards in horror.

The twins gasped. "He's created a new technique! One-man-slow-motion!" the twins chorused sarcastically from beside Kyouya.

"I don't suppose you're…" Kyouya wondered out loud. The girl gasped and began to run towards him.

"It's you! Kyouya!" She intentionally stepped on the fallen Tamaki before embracing a surprised looking Kyouya. "Oh, how I've longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming!"

I sweat dropped. "Who… The shadow king? Nooo… It can't be…" I muttered to Mori who nodded solemnly.

~Back in the club room~

"Say, WHAT?" I screeched at the unfathomable statement that had just emerged from this girl's mouth.

"You're fiancée?" Hikaru questioned in amazement.

"Kyouya-senpai…" Kaoru was left speechless.

"Of course! My name is Renge Houshakuji and I'm transferring into first year class A starting tomorrow!" she replied cheerfully from the couch. A dark cloud hovered over Tamaki as he crouched in the corner of the room gloomily.

"Why is he sulking?" Hikaru wondered aloud to his twin.

"Because Mommy's been keeping a secret from Daddy," Kaoru nodded thoughtfully as large blinking arrows appeared and pointed towards Tamaki and Kyouya with colorful labels to boot. I chuckled.

"Oooh, Mommy's been two-timing Daddy!" I giggled to the twins and they smirked evilly.

"Whatever… Why doest everyone insist on referring to us like we're husband and wife?" Kyouya asked in an annoyed manner.

Suddenly, Renge appeared behind us and began ranting about imaginary stories of love at first sight with Kyouya.

"I couldn't resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking! And how sweet it was when you reached out to the poor little injured kitten!" she harangued us continuously.

"Are you serious…?" the twins muttered, sweat dropping.

"Are you sure you have the right person?" I asked, blinking as I mentally constructed a list of all the possible things Kyouya would and wouldn't do, only to find that the ones she had mentioned belonged strictly to the ones he wouldn't.

"Could you have mistaken him for someone else?" Haruhi wondered.

"Of course not! I could recognize my love anywhere!" Renge interrupted rudely before continuing to list off the many things Kyouya had done. "He's a gentleman who's kind to everyone but doesn't ask for anything in return! He likes solitude but in fact sometimes he gets lonely!"

"WHO?" Everyone freaked out while picturing a kind and caring Kyouya.

"AHHH! Who the hell is she talking about? AHHH! Shut it up! AHHH! STOP HER!" the twins shrieked together while clutching their heads and running back and forth.

"He looks like the star of the popular dating series "Ukidoki Memorial"! You're my real life Ichijo Miyabi!" She finally concluded, pointing a gleeful finger in Kyouya's face.

"Uki…" Haruhi mused aloud.

"Doki…" Hunny continued, his eyes filled with wonder and curiosity.

"OTAKU!" Tamaki wailed, an accusatory finger thrown in her direction.

"OTAKU?" the twins yelped at the name and clutched each other in fear.

"Mmm?" Mori mumbled, unsure of what it was that they were so shocked about.

"I've never seen one!" the twins cried, shock seeming to drip down their faces. I sweat dropped before leaning over and whispering in Mori's ear what exactly an otaku was. He nodded before giving me a quizzical look. I shrugged and grinned guiltily.

Kyouya closed his eyes to ponder something. "I get it now. You're in love with that character. You're projecting that love onto me and you've somehow deluded yourself into thinking that we're engaged. I assume this Miyabi character probably wears glasses as well."

We all gathered around him as Renge twirled about the room shouting illogical statements of love and such at the top of her lungs. The twins and I sweat dropped.

"So she… made it up… You're not really her fiancé…" Tamaki mumbled to Kyouya.

"Well, no, I don't remember ever asking for her hand in marriage… Besides, this is the first time I've ever met the woman," Kyouya crossed his arms in an affirmative gesture, his glasses gleaming. A large caption appeared around all the hosts as we gave a sigh of relief, reading "You could have said so sooner…".

"I've made up my mind! From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this Host Club!" Renge suddenly announced, pointing her finger in the air dramatically.

~The next day~

The lunch bell chimed throughout the halls as the teacher assigned the reading for that night. I yawned and quickly stood from my seat, making sure to grab my bag before proceeding to the door where Mori and Hunny were waiting.

"Hey, thanks for waiting," I smiled brightly at the two of them as Hunny jumped gleefully into my waiting arms.

"Ah…" Mori replied while Hunny giggled in the background. "Do you want me to take your bag, Kitama?" I nodded and struggled to hand it off to him, seeing as Hunny was restricting my arm movements. Our hands brushed lightly as he reached for the bag. I felt heat rising to my cheeks as his fingers gently maneuvered their way around Hunny's form and pealed the bag from my hand. I nodded quickly, doing my best to hide my face from his onyx eyes.

"Oi! Mori-senpai, Hunny-senpai, Ki-tama!" two familiar voices called from in front of us by the lunch room doors. I glanced up and found sly smirks directed pointedly at me, their eyes holding a certain sense of knowing that I was uncomfortable with.

"W-What? And if you're going to address me with Mori and Hunny then call me you're senpai, too!" I pouted in an attempt to cover up my stutter. Their smirks widened before they waved us over to a lunch table with the others. All through lunch, they continually sent me suggestive looks whenever I made any contact with Mori, verbally or physically.

~After School~

"I've thought about it and I've decided that having a female manager might not be such a bad idea after all," Tamaki stated in a somewhat serious manner. The hosts were all gathered in an oval like shape around a table before clubs start.

"Why's that, boss?" the twins questioned, lounging on a couch together.

"Think about it! Renge would make a good female companion for Haruhi. As of now, her only friends are you two shady twins and that won't do! She may help bring out the more feminine side of my beloved daughter!" Haruhi and I sweat dropped at each other from where we sat.

A light knock from the door was heard before Renge entered with a smile plastered to her face. "Hey everyone! You'll be happy to know that you're new manager has baked you all cookies!"

"Ah! Isn't she lady-like? I'm so moved by you're generosity-," Tamaki began.

"I didn't bake these for you, you Phony Prince," she glared daggers at him from the door. As Tamaki sulked in his corner of woe, Renge moved on to her true target, Kyouya. "I'm sorry I burnt them a little bit. I did the best I could. And I already know what you're going to say!" She quickly drifted off into day dream land as large pink hearts gushed from her head. "Ohhh, you're always so sweet to me, Kyouya!"

Meanwhile, Hunny had picked up the batch of cookies and put one in his mouth. "She wasn't kidding, these cookies really are burnt."

"Don't eat those, Mitsukuni, it's bad for you," Mori rushed over, making to take the cookies from him. Renge then proceeded to chase them around the room for insulting her cookies, snake like creatures protruding from her hair.

"Waaah! She's scaring meeee!" Hunny wailed from Mori's arms. The cookies had somehow ended up in Haruhi's hands, so I quickly reached over and snagged one before anyone could protest, Haruhi following my lead. After a munch or two, I nodded my head in an approving manner.

"They're not too bad," I muttered thoughtfully.

"They've got a good flavor to it," Haruhi replied. Suddenly, the twins appeared beside us, an evil glint in their eyes.

"May I try?" Hikaru asked, leaning in towards my face to take a nibble of the cookie I had protruding from my mouth.

"Oh, Haruhi, you've got crumbs on your face," Kaoru countered, moving in to lick her cheek. I glared at the twins, although by their smug looks, I was blushing and obviously shocked.

"Quit it, you two," I mumbled in the best annoyed voice I could muster. A firm hand appeared on my shoulder and the twins quickly backed off, migrating towards a ranting Tamaki who had grabbed onto Haruhi's shoulders and was berating her about the horrible crimes the twins had committed.

I glanced back and found Mori standing behind me. As my eyes journeyed up towards his face, I watched it contort back into his usual stoic expression, just missing what had originally been there. "Mori-chan?"

"Ah…" he replied is his usual tone, glancing down at me, his eyes scanning my face carefully. A moment of silence overtook us as we gazed at each other.

"W-Would you like one?" I stuttered, mentally cursing myself for this new annoying habit. After a bit of hesitation he nodded. I selected a cookie from the bundle and held it up near his lips. They gently parted and bit into the cookie, his hand coming up to tenderly enclose my hand in his own.

"Every single one of you, except for Kyouya! All of you're characters are lukewarm!" She glared at us and quickly pointed her finger at the group. "Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled! If you keep carrying on like this, it's only a matter of time before the girls get tired of you and stop coming all together! Are you TRYING to ruin my precious Kyouya's business?" We all sweat dropped. "As you're manager, it's my duty to change your character backgrounds! Let's start with you!" She pointed to Hunny who cowered in Mori's arms.

"Ah… Wait a minute, Renge-san…" I tentatively raised my hand.

"WHAT?" she spat back.

"I… My type is already dark, isn't it?" I mumbled out quickly. She quickly shook her head and waved her arms about dramatically.

"No, no, no! We'll have to start all over with you!" she announced, causing all the club members to turn and look at me.

"…Eh?" I pointed to myself in confusion.

"Anyway, back to you!" she returned to glare at Hunny. "If all you are is cute inside and out, then you're no different from a baby! Therefore, from now on you are the baby-faced thug!"

"AHHHH!" Hunny yelped and jumped out of Mori's arms and into mine.

"And Mori-senpai, you're his childhood friend, the flunky!" she stated matter-o-factly. "The twins will be basketball players who are enslaved in their own world! Haruhi, you're an honor student who's constantly being bullied! For you, Tamaki, you're the school idol who's admired for his good looks but you actually have an inferiority complex that you're hiding from the world. The Lonely Prince!" I sweat dropped again.

"But that's my type…" I tried to say before I was interrupted.

"Not anymore! We're changing you to the Sensitive host who instead of accepting friendships pushes them away by putting on a façade of bravado and condescending attitudes to cover up for your fear of relationships!" She shrieked, directing her ever present finger of doom in my direction.

"S-so… I'm sensitive and… anti-social?" imaginary black lines slid down the back of my head as I turned away and mentally began sifting through any flaws in my exterior personality that might have led to this unexpected conclusion.

"Kyah! And Kyouya, you're perfect just the way you are now! So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever!" Her sudden personality flip went unnoticed by many of the hosts, seeing as Tamaki had taken a great liking to his new title and was staggering around the room in an attempt to find the right lonesome prince pose.

"Thank you, I'm honored," Kyouya replied, giving her a host smile. A sudden spot light illuminated Tamaki as he seemed to realize something. After that, he began ranting in what he called a "Lonely Prince" voice while posing for Renge.

~The Movie Shoot Third POV~

Kitama glanced out at the dim courtyard from where she stood near the towering white pillars. She lifted her watch up to check the time before shifting her eyes back towards the garden. The sound of doors opening caused her to avert her gaze and a small smile spread across her lips as the familiar tall, dark haired senior made his way towards her.

"Hey…" she called out gently, her sensitive nature blossoming from beneath her false mask. He nodded back and came to stand in front of her. A calming silence floated between them as they gazed into each others eyes. She glanced away after a moment.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

"No!" she answered almost too quickly, avoiding eye contact. "It's nothing…"

"Tell me…" he reached forward, his hand gently lifting her chin up so that he could see her.

"I-," she began before the door at the end of the outdoor hallway opened and closed again. The sound of light footsteps followed.

"Takashi! Where have you been? Do you want to be punished again?" the tiny form of Hunny appeared, a scowl painted across his smooth features. After a pause, Mori shook his head, his hand removing itself from her face. Her fists clenched at the threat that the smaller boy had proposed. "Che… You're been hanging out with him again? How many times do I have to tell you, Takashi, this kid's a worthless piece of trash!" Hunny continued, coming to stand in front of Mori, his back turned towards Kitama.

She glowered when Mori made no comment. Before she could stop herself, she had reached out and jerked the little brat around so she could grab the front of his collar, barely lifting him off the ground.

"You want to say that again-," She began, raising her other fist threateningly. In a flash, a hand larger than her own was gripping the wrist that held the smaller boy's shirt while the other arm was used to push against her neck, forcing her to step back. There was a moment of silence as she gazed deep into Mori's eyes, a look of hurt and betrayal evident in the glistening orbs. As he began to pull his arm away, she whipped her gaze towards the door at the end of the hall, avoiding his eyes. She shook the larger boy's hand from her wrist forcefully, releasing the smaller one's shirt. She stepped back and lowered her gaze towards the floor by her right foot.

"Che… I told you he was trash. Can't even throw a punch," Hunny scoffed, his chocolate eyes flashing menacingly.

"Get the hell away from me," she growled in a low tone, her fists clenched at her sides. When he only smirked, she hissed angrily, lunging forward before halting abruptly as Mori stepped between them. Betrayal flashed across her face once more before she averted her gaze.

"Didn't you hear me, you little punk? I said get the hell away from me!" she yelled, her voice sharp with underlying emotion. The blond snickered once more before turning away.

"Hurry up, Takashi. Leave this trash and come with me. We have some business to take care of," he waved his arm about lazily with his back turned. Mori remained where he was in front of her. His hand lifted to touch her hesitantly before she slapped it away angrily.

"Get. Away," she snarled up at him, the look of hurt astonishing even him. He lowered his hand dejectedly and began to turn, his eyes still trained on her. "Don't come back…" The emotions that washed across his face briefly were indistinguishable as he turned away and left the outdoor hall.

She slumped against the white pillar behind her, a hand moving to her face. Her wide eyes only amplified the shock she was feeling. She clenched her teeth and tears welled up in her eyes, crystal droplets cascading down her cheeks. "…I'm so stupid… Damn it… Damn it!" she slammed her fist against the concrete pillar beside her.

"Betrayal. A wound so deep within the heart that it will forever mar these young men's relationship. As their hearts crumple under pressure, their paths slowly begin to separate," Renge read aloud.

"Kyaaaah!" hundreds of fan girls shrieked from the stands and Hikaru and Kaoru passed and dribbled the ball across the court.

Hikaru cheered and chuckled after scoring before a whistle was blown. He turned his head, eyes widening as he caught sight of his twin clutching his knee on the ground. He ran towards him, even as he was loaded onto a stretcher. "Kaoru… Kaoru!"

"You've got to get back in the game, Hikaru! We need you!" the coach cried.

"Shut up!" Hikaru yelped, slapping the man's hand away.

"Hikaru… Listen to me. Please don't worry. There's nothing you can do, you can't share my pain! You're not the one who got hurt. Now, go on!" Kaoru tried to comfort him, his hand brushing against his cheek.

"I can't! It hurts… It hurts, Kaoru!" Hikaru grasped his hand, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Your pain is my pain. It doesn't matter to me if no one else understands. As long as we have each other, we can go on living," Renge narrated dramatically. The scene suddenly changed to one in the courtyard, rain pouring down on them.

"I'm sorry… but, I'm envious," a sodden Tamaki murmured, rain water dripping down his face.

Kitama watched from the sidelines with a towel draped precariously over her damp hair. She'd had to walk under "The Rain Zone" as she had dubbed it, to get to the rest of the members after her shoot.

The scene switched again, this time landing on a sprinting Haruhi who stopped, panting, beside a tree. She turned, her knees giving out as she caught sight of Honey and Mori behind her. After a few unheard lines were delivered, Honey broke ranks and dashed into Haruhi's arms.

"CUT!" Renge raged forward, complaining and lecturing Honey as well as the film crew.

Droplets of water steadily made their way down Kitama's cheeks, her hand quickly reaching up to swipe at them fruitlessly. Ever since here scene, her eyes had continued to water uncontrollably, the rain adding to her downcast look. She glanced up at the giant clock tower, shielding her eyes from the water that fell from the sky.

"Kitama," the familiar, deep voice of Mori seemed to echo through her chest as she glanced to her right. Her eyes fell on a drenched Mori, his long strides bringing him to a halt before her. More tears streamed from her eyes, causing his brow to furrow. He reached over and lifted her chin to get a better look at her face. "Are you alright?"

She nodded and gently pulled her face way, hiding the rapidly appearing blush that now dusted her cheeks. "I'm fine."

"You're crying," he deadpanned, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders as he leaned down to come almost eye-to-eye with her. "Kitama, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing! It's just the rain-," she began, her eyes finally meeting his, stopping her midsentence. His onyx orbs gazed into her own orange-hazel ones, concern coating every unasked question that reflected back at her. She broke his gaze, here eyes resting on her shoes.

'If it were nothing, you wouldn't be crying,' Mori's eyes had told her silently.

"They… They just won't stop…" she sniffled, her hand coming up to swipe at another tear that cascaded down her porcelain cheek.

In one swift movement, his hands had cupped her face as he leaned in closer, his soft lips coming to brush against each of her eyelids as they fluttered closed. They stayed that way for a moment, each basking in the comforting company that the other provided. When they finally broke apart, her tears had stopped, leaving one glistening down the side of her face. His warm hand brushed her cheek, the diamond like tear coming to rest upon his finger which he lifted for her to examine. As she gazed into it, amazed, a small smile graced his handsome features before fading away with the rain.

"BEAUTIFUL! THAT WAS ABSOLUTLY BEAUTIFUL!" Renge's obnoxiously loud voice screeched, causing the pair to jump and look towards the source of the noise. The bewildered couple caught sight of an overly excited Renge bounding around a corner, her fruitless words echoing behind her. For a short moment, they simply gazed after her before turning back towards each other. At that moment, Kitama blushed furiously, her eyes catching sight of Mori's large hands, one wrapped gently around her own, the other resting softly against her cheek. She glanced up at his face and noted that a faint dusting of rosy pink was sprinkled across his cheeks. That seemed to be happening more often.

He quickly stepped back, averting his gaze and, after an awkward pause, cleared his throat.

"S-should we head back to the others?" His slight stutter failing to go unnoticed as she nodded, both their blushes deepening at what had just occurred between them. After an uncomfortable silence, she hesitantly took his hand. His eyes widened and glanced at her in wonder. She met his gaze and tentatively gave a sheepish grin, tugging gently at their clasped hands.

"Let's go, Takashi."

And, there it is. Please let me know what you all thought... or just let me know that you're there... that would be nice, too XD This was 17 pages long and over 7,000 words long. Soooo, that's why it took me a year XD *mauled by readers again* Juuuuuust kidding... XP

Now, I'm not promising to update often. I did try to make this one long and I do have a few random chapters that I'd like to adapt to this story. And then, of course, I have the entire end plotted out. But that will probably take quite a while since I have so many things that I've wanted to write. My only issue was how to connect them all... I know, I fail and I'm very sorry about that. Well, I hope there are still some of you out there reading this and I welcome all new readers! Thanks again!~

~Kara~

OH! I almost forgot! I have a new pen name, for those of you who hadn't noticed hehehe... So, KaraxLavi13 is now DreamWalker18. I had a sudden change in favorite numbers... Don't ask...