And so it went on, Kyoya slowly fading from Haruhi like an outro. All he did now was absorb himself in his lessons with Tamaki, until none of them noticed when she silently slipped in and hid, to bothered with the keys, to notice the world tumbling behind them.

And it was on one of those days, like all others with Haruhi safely tucked away behind the couch, when something extraordinary happened.

It started innocently enough. A simple question really from Tamaki's side, "Kyoya? Why do you bother to learn the piano? You never show real interest in it, but you have so much determination."

"Because, Tamaki, unlike you, some of us have to work to please our fathers. To some, respect is earned, not a birthright." He grumbled, quietly enough that Haruhi couldn't hear, but loud enough for Tamaki to barely pick up.

"Is that why you've given up Haruhi? The girl you forced me to stay away from? Just so you could please a displeasing man?"

"What do you mean given up Haruhi? I have never done such a thing and never will. She is my friend." Kyoya stated.

"Oh really, friend, is that what you call someone whose love you throw away, to earn the love of no one?" Tamaki asked with a biting, bitter sarcasm laced deep in his voice.

"I DID NOT DO THAT! I'VE NEVER LEFT HARUHI, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR HER, AND I WOULD NEVER THROW HER AWAY FOR SOMEONE, NOT EVEN MY FATHER!" Kyoya belted.

"Well then, Kyoya, maybe I should get you a mirror, because obviously you haven't seen yourself in a while."

And with that, Kyoya pounced.

They fought, they tumbled, punched, kicked bit, and rip at each other. Not only physically but mentally. Before every move Tamaki spat out a new realization that Kyoya deflected, and denied.

"It's not my fault, you dirt-bag, you're the one who stole Haruhi from me! Whenever she came over all she did was play with you! I was just a play thing until the new model came around." Kyoya chocked out.

"Is that really what you think? That I stole her away from you? But it was you! You gave her away. You never tried to come from her, or take her back. You were weak and allowed her to just drift away." Tamaki retorted from under Kyoya's fist.

At this all paused, no one moved, no one fought, and you couldn't even hear the clatter of servant bustling through the house. It was as if the whole world stopped for Kyoya's realization.

But it was at the softest of a whimper that they were brought back to earth, reminding them of what they started this for.

It was soft and scared, tangled behind a closed throat, strangled deep inside a lost voice. It would have meant nothing to the two boys, if only it hadn't have come from behind the couch.

Someone was with them.

Cautiously, as though not to tip of the person, they walked behind the couch.

What they found might be the most heart-braking scene Kyoya, and Tamaki had ever seen.

There sat Haruhi with her legs pulled to her chest tighter then a trapeze rope. The tears drippled down her face in uneven paths like a river, and she was biting her nails.

Her chest felt like she was trying to sleep, face down on a hardwood floor. Her eyes felt sunken, like they were trying to meet with her brain. She was closing herself in, trying to act as if, if she weren't here none of this would have happened.

But when she looked up, she got all the proof she would need to never forget this day. Eyes black like a moonless night, already bruising. Shirts torn away by a tiger's nails. Hair disheveled and a light brown adorning every inch of their skin.

"Haruhi, what are you doing here?" Kyoya asked softly, like if he spoke to loud, he might just break her and she'd turn into the tears left forgotten on the floor.

"Is that true Kyoya? What Tamaki-senpai said?" Haruhi asked, disbelieving.

"No. Of course not Haruhi. None of it, don't listen to him."

"You lie." She whispered inaudible.

"Haruhi please believe me-"

"You lie" she kept on, slowly building strength. "You lie, you lie, you lie! YOU LIE!"

"What, Haruhi no, I-"

But she was already up and running.

And Kyoya followed, leaving Tamaki, standing there, with the ghost of a smile gracing his lips.

By the time Kyoya was out the door, she was already at the end of a corridor. They ran, and ran, and ran. In the depths of his mind Kyoya couldn't help but remember their first meeting, where Haruhi got lost and on and on he ran, chasing the ghost of her path, just like today.

History always did have a way of repeating itself.

And it was with that thought he knew. He knew exactly where Haruhi would run.

It was just like their first encounter. There was Haruhi, tied together in her own misery, and Kyoya knew he broke his promise.

He knew what she would say, but it still surprised him to hear her say it. "You promised. You said all I had to do was follow you. If I followed you I would never be hurt, you would keep me safe. I followed you so why am I still hurt?" She asked with her head hung in her knees

"I'm so sorry Haruhi. That will never be enough to express how guilty I feel. These words can do nothing to heal a wounded heart, and I know that over these past few weeks I've slowly lost your trust, but please, I beg for one more chance."

It was at this that Haruhi finally looked up. And it was when their eyes meet that Haruhi knew, she could never fear this boy. He may just be a simple 6 year old, but locked within his eyes were the sorrow of an old wise man.

There was no grand gesture of love, no painstakingly obvious forgiving act, just a simple nod, and Kyoya's arms were around her, holding her close, washing away her tears.

He never broke that promise again, not for another 90 years, were Haruhi continued to follow him, even into the dark.

Done. Thank you for sticking with me throughout this story. Through this I came up with two idea's for a story, so keep a look-out

I probably won't write anything going off of this, unless I get request for it.

Bye-Bye!