HELLO PEOPLES! IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME! I'M SO, SO, SO SORRY. THERE'S NO EXCUSE FOR LEAVING FOR A YEAR WITHOUT A WARNING, AND I'M SO SORRY I LEFT EVERYONE HANGING. I HOPE YOU GUYS CAN FORGIVE ME!

Tamaki: BUT, SHE'S BACCCCCCCKKK! WITH A NEW INSTALLMENT!

Kaoru: Boss, your voice. *cringes* It's so loud. And annoying.

Tamaki: LIKE, WOW, KAORU. I CANNOT, LIKE, BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT TO ME.

Kaoru: Well, I, like, totally did. So, like, whatever.

Me: Why are we talking like valley girls now?

Honey: *eyes wide* Oooh, a mystery.

Me: Alright... So this chapter is really short. Sorry. But I'm just trying to inch my way back into the story and get the feel of it again. So, yeah. I'm planning on having four parts to this amusement park thing. This is part 2.

Kyouya: OHSHC does not, and never will, belong to MMEF.

Kaoru: So, like, enjoy. Like, whatever.

Ouch.

Something sharp and hard dug into her back. Emi shifted uncomfortably. There. Much better. She returned her attention to kissing Kyouya. God, he tasted just like she thought he would. Like mint and something undeniably... Kyouya. Yum. He pulled her closer to him, and she threaded her hands through his soft, black hair. She pressed herself even closer to him, and he did the same.

She smiled deliriously against his soft, soft lips. Mmm. He smelled nice, too. Like clean laundry and air and something masculine. Kyouya's tongue prodded gently at her lips, and she consented.

The kiss turned more passionate and wanting. Kyouya tugged softly on her lower lip with his teeth, and she kissed him harder. God, he was so, so hot. Emi untangled her hands from his now-tousled hair, and instead draped an arm around his neck, the other resting wantonly on his muscular chest.

Suddenly, the ferris wheel started up again with a stutter. Emi broke away from Kyouya, startled. What in the world was she doing? She stared at Kyouya's kiss-swollen lips and his mussed black hair, and immediately, she felt embarrassed.

Had she been...kissing Kyouya Ootori? Emi tumbled off Kyouya's lap in shock, and landed in a heap on the floor of the compartment. What had she been doing, making out with the guy who irritated her so much? Had she really enjoyed it?

She touched her flaming cheeks with shaking fingers.

"Kyouya," she managed to croak out. "What were...what were we doing?"

Emi stared up at the boy with his glasses missing and his white shirt rumpled. He looked back at her with impassive eyes.

"Sorry. It was a slip," Kyouya said brusquely. "It didn't mean anything, Emi."

His low voice made her feel weak at the knees. Strangely enough, she felt like just crying. She couldn't believe how much she'd wanted the kiss to mean something. Anything.

Why was it always like this? It was like this with Souichirou. He hadn't wanted her either. Just another pretty face.

She fought back the urge to cry. That was weak.

Emi hated herself for allowing herself to believe Kyouya wanted her. That was stupid.

She hated herself for letting down her her guard. That was pathetic.

"Maybe you should check up on Renge now," Emi said bitterly. "Sorry for taking up your time."

She couldn't help herself. That angry, wounded feeling was rising up, fast, and she was seconds away from bursting into tears.

Emi could only ask herself why. She didn't like him. She was probably just upset because it was a replay of Souichirou. Another guy that hadn't wanted her.

Yes. That was it. And just like that, her brain went into defense mode. Denial mode.

Kyouya wasn't hot. At all. He was ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly.

He was a borderline stalker. Too creepy, too cold, too weird.

He tasted strange. Too much like toothpaste and chewing gum.

And he was a horrible kisser. He was the worst. Even her grandma's dead rooster could do better.

Emi could do much, much better.

But suddenly, Emi didn't want to deny anymore. There were no more pretenses, no more stumbling protests. She had kissed the stupid guy senseless, for crying out loud.

Kyouya was hot. The hottest guy she had ever seen. Those gorgeous eyes, and that smile. The one he gave her, the one that was half-smirk, half-mischievous-grin, the one that reached his eyes and made them shine in a way only Kyouya's could. And that body. It was enough to make a girl swoon.

And he wasn't a stalker. Not at all. He wasn't creepy, or weird. Perhaps a bit cold. But, he was mysterious, and Emi liked that.

Emi loved the way he tasted. She liked mint. It didn't taste like toothpaste or old gum. It was one hundred percent, plain Kyouya, and it made Emi want to kiss him even more.

And Kyouya was an amazing kisser. He was the best. He was gentle and passionate all the the same time, a kisser who left all the girls wanting more. Especially Emi. Emi wondered if he'd had a lot of practice before. She thought he did. No one was born a great kisser. But, then again, it was Kyouya she was talking about.

And Emi knew she couldn't do better. Kyouya was, in a word, perfect. Absolutely perfect, perfect, perfect.

And the truth was, Emi wanted Kyouya all to herself. The last thing she wanted him to do was leave her and check up on Renge. She liked him so much that it hurt. She liked him so much that this empty, aching feeling invaded her chest every time she thought of his wedding. She liked him so much that she couldn't get her thoughts straight around him. And she liked him so much that she felt like falling apart at the seams whenever she thought of his future with Renge.

"Kyouya, wait," she said, her voice wavering as he made to step out of the Ferris wheel. The ride was over. "Please."

And then, with a practiced smile that Emi knew tricked others into believing she was perfectly fine, she asked, "So, are we good? We're not going to be all awkward, are we?"

Kyouya looked at her. His glasses were back on and he looked as if nothing had happened. Like he had erased everything that had just happened. "Yes. We're good."

Emi pretended the kiss didn't matter to her. "Still friends?"

He offered her the smallest of smiles. "Still...friends."

He walked out, and she followed. Emi waited until he was out of sight, then allowed herself approximately five minutes of quiet sobbing.

"So," Ayu began, staring down at her hands.

"So," Mori said, just as awkwardly.

"I'msorryforbeingstupidandI'msorryforstartingthatargument," Ayu rambled, the words tumbling out of her mouth. She stopped to take a breath. "AndI'msorrythatIsaidAikowascuter. They'rebothjustascute. Sorry."

Mori looked at her in that inqusitive way he had. "What just happened?"

In reality, Ayu didn't really know. She didn't like him, but she could see how much he cared for Honey. And she respected him for it. It was kinda cute.

"I just, I didn't, um, I didn't want us to keep hating each other. So. Um. Yeah." Ayu offered him a tentative grin. "Especially, since we're going to be around each other a lot."

He nodded sagely. "Right."

She nodded back. "Right. We're...we're good?"

Mori gave her the most genuine smile she had seen in days. A rare sight. "We're good."

WOAAHHH. SO. Big difference between MoriAyu relationship and EmiKyouya relationship. Sorry I didn't give you guys a MoriAyu kiss, but I just felt like that was moving too quickly. But keep in mind, there are still two more parts to the amusement park.

So, how did I do? Was this chapter okay? Sorry that it was really short. Next chappies will be a LOT longer.

Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW. IF YA DO, HONEY WILL GIVE YOU A VIRTUAL CAKE. Chocolate or vanilla? :3