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WARNING: There is a LIME in this chapter, so just a heads up. I'm leaving it as T for now unless someone disagrees.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High school Host Club

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Once his lips touched Haruhi's, Hikaru's mind spun uncontrollably. {What am I doing? This is Haruhi! Tono's fiancée!} He almost pulled back, too, if it weren't from the added pressure he felt. Haruhi was kissing him back.

Her lips were soft and tasted like apples. Hikaru pulled her closer, and all his thoughts disappeared due to his intoxicated state. Her body was more petite now that he was holding her, but she was curvier then he'd expected.

Hikaru caught her lower lip between his teeth, and bit it lightly. Haruhi's warm finger tips danced along his forearms.

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Haruhi couldn't believe she was kissing Hikaru back. She felt ashamed she was abusing Tamaki's memory in such away, but the man in her arms was quickly, like a burning fire, rid her of the thoughts. At this moment in time, all Haruhi wanted was Hikaru even if that meant losing a piece of her self-respect.

Their tongues met, and a bit of the alcohol haze Hikaru had was seeping through the young brunette's body. How clichéd to be 'hooking' up in a bar.

{How can something so wrong feel so right?}

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The kisses grew steamier by the second, and Hikaru broke away so he could breathe. His golden eyes took in the beautiful women before him, and he knew he needed Haruhi. He needed her like how a fish needs water. Haruhi was his air, soul and heart.

Slowly, her eyes opened, and a coy smile spread across her lips. {I wonder if she gives Tamaki the same expression.} Her perfect lips were just so damned red that Hikaru had to kiss her again.

He slid his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together as he tugged her towards the back rooms, lips never leaving hers.

The walk to the room seemed to take eternity as the lovers approached the door, tripping over each other in the haste to get to the bed. The door locked behind them, as Hikaru backed Haruhi up to the bed.

They fell on the crumpled sheets, tangling their limbs together, as Hikaru's kisses grew hungrier and more desperate. His long fingers worked mechanically to un-button the blouse, as Haruhi gave a small mewl.

Hikaru pushed Haruhi's arms through the sleeves of the silk shirt, and removed it completely from her body.

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Haruhi's cheeks coloured when she realized that he had taken off her shirt and was now eyeing her torso appreciatively. His hot hands were resting on the flat of her stomach, as the left hand moved up her body, fingers brushing underneath her bra.

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Hikaru's head spun, his fingertips seemed to ignite her skin. She withered under his touch. He couldn't believe he had this goddess underneath him, wanting his touch.

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Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle with over 1000 pieces to choose from.

{All that matters tonight is Hikaru. Tonight, I'm not Fujioka Haruhi, budding lawyer and fiancée of Suou Tamaki. Tonight, he isn't Hitachiin Hikaru, huge fashion designer in Japan. Tonight, we are just 'Haruhi' and 'Hikaru'.}

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Stars filled his vision and from that moment, Hikaru couldn't tell left from right, as he fell asleep, never wanting the night to end.

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Haruhi waited until she was positive Hikaru was asleep. She pulled the sheet over her breasts, and ran her hand through her hair. Regret soon followed, and she swallowed thickly. The ring on her finger seemed to weigh her completely down, making her almost want to just up and leave.

All the lust Haruhi had felt before flew out the window once he fell asleep. She couldn't remember if he had used a condom, if she had the morning after pill, if she took her birth-control pill that morning. Her cell phone buzzed beside her, jolting her from her daze.

It was Tamaki. Emotions swelled in her, as a lump bigger than a baseball formed in her throat.

1 message received

From: Suou Tamaki

SMS: Haruhi, I'm so sorry. For everything. For doubting our relationship, for doubting my love for you, your love for me. Listen, if you'll ever forgive me, and I won't hate you if you don't, can we talk? I still want to have the wedding, and if you will, would you walk down the aisle and be my bride? I wish you were here. I love you.

Date: 03 / 06 / 12

Time: 2:36 A.M

"Oh god." Haruhi muttered, as her heart clenched tightly in her chest. {Tamaki, how could I do this to you?}

Hikaru rolled over, breathing like it was completely natural to be with Haruhi like this. His voice was faint, as he murmured, "Haruhi."

She needed to get him home soon before she couldn't drive. Haruhi dressed as quietly as she could, and checked her purse for the morning after pill. She found it and took it dry. It wasn't like she didn't want kids, she just didn't want them now.

Haruhi managed to get Hikaru's pants, shoes and shirt on. She whispered in his ear that she needed to get him home, and he stirred under her touch. He was drowsy, but at least he could stumble so she wouldn't have to support his entire weight. With his arm around her shoulder and her arm around his waist, she got them to her car and buckled him in.

He grumbled something, falling back into his slumber. He was so handsome; looking like his was sixteen again. Haruhi touched his cheek, and felt how smooth his skin felt under hers, almost like a baby. She shook her head and closed the door. His cheek pressed against the window and she slid into the driver's side.

She found Hikaru's place in thirty minutes, and helped him out, after pulling him from his sleep again.

The doorman raised a brow at them, but when he saw who Haruhi was supporting, he offered his help to get the man upstairs. Haruhi nodded, and the doorman took the other side of Hikaru that she wasn't on, and helped her get him in the elevator.

Once the elevator dinged for Hikaru's private pent house suite, the doorman stayed in the elevator as Haruhi hauled him off. She gave the doorman a thanks and he left. Somehow, as if a miracle from the heavens occurred, Haruhi got Hikaru to the couch. She laid him down, and touched the crease on his forehead.

"Haruhi." He muttered, snuggling closer to her warmth.

Emotions swelled in Haruhi, but she knew what was best for her so damned if it hurt Hikaru. Not that she wanted that to happen, however she had to look out for herself as cruel as that sounded.

She leaned forward, and brushed her lips against his cheek. "I am so sorry, Hikaru." As guilt threatened to over throw her and take her hostage, Haruhi stood up and walked to the door, legs heavy like lead.

When the elevator dinged, she whispered once more before she left, "I really am sorry."

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The next morning, Hikaru woke with a splitting headache, spitting curses left and right.

"That's the last time I take advice from Kaoru. Good morning Haruhi." Hikaru stopped himself from speaking further a pitiful grimace spread over his face. That's right. He'd slept with the women he loved last night, and he felt not pride, but overwhelming remorse.

He whipped out his cell phone, trying to ignore the pounding in his skull. Hikaru found Haruhi's number and dialled it.

After the fourth ring, she answered, sounding groggy, "Hello?"

His mouth was instantly dry, "Haruhi, hi." A deafening silence passed between them. Hikaru swallowed all the anxiety he felt, trying to control the shaking in his hands.

"Hikaru? Why are you calling me at six o'clock in the morning?" She whispered, her voice sounding awfully cautious. From his side of the phone, he heard shuffling and the closing of a door.

"Why did you leave?" The question slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. He bit his lip, wondering if she was honestly going to answer.

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She leaned against her bedroom door back at the Suou mansion, her knees shaking beneath her. How could she answer him without breaking his heart more?

Haruhi composed herself before she spoke, "I had to go home, Hikaru." {This next part is going to make me a horrible person.} "I'm engaged Hikaru, last night… It's never going to happen again." She could literally see Hikaru freeze up.

What surprised her most was what happened next. He laughed. It sounded genuine, but like any good lawyer, Haruhi could hear the pain in it. "I know. Don't worry, Haruhi, I won't tell anyone."

A rush of emotions passed through Haruhi, as she was at a loss for words, "Thank you." {That made me seem even more heartless.} "Listen, Hikaru, even though we'll never do that again, we'll always be very close." {Roped into the friend category without saying he's in the friend category.}

"I know." He repeated, and she could hear the pseudo smile in his tone, "Listen, I have to go, work and all. I'll talk to you later?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Yeah, talk to you later." The line went dead and Haruhi sighed inaudibly, the huge bubble of anxiety she had been feeling slowly emptied. She stood up straight, finding the strength to pull away from the door. She turned around, opening the door to her shared bedroom with Tamaki, walking in, calmer then she had been moments before.

Once she got Hikaru home that night, she sat in her car for twenty minutes, deciding whether she wanted to go home or back to her dads. After texting Tamaki for ten minutes, she finally resolved to drive home. As soon as the doors for the Suou mansion main building opened for her, Tamaki's arms had been around her, muttering apologies. Guilt flooded her as she held him, accepting his regrets, wishing she had never slept with Hikaru.

Tamaki was sitting up; a curious expression splayed on his face, hair a mess. "Who was that Haruhi?"

"It was Hikaru. He wanted to know if we had sent the invitations out yet." Haruhi wanted to slap herself, which she did mentally. {Like that's believable.}

He raised an eyebrow, "He wanted to know if we sent out invitations at six in the morning?"

{Busted.} "He said he had to work early and was just… eager?" Haruhi said slowly, and he nodded at her, processing her fib.

Tamaki smiled brightly at her, melting her heart, "Why did you have to leave the room for that then? Come here, Haruhi." He patted the messy sheets.

A smile crossed her lips, as she pushed all thoughts of her affair to the back of her mind. Haruhi crawled onto the bed, and Tamaki pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her, "I love you."

"I love you too."

{I'm sorry Hikaru.}

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The phone smashed into the wall, shattering into pieces. Before he could even process what was happening, the table was flipped over, the coffee mugs that had stashed there splintering into parts, the coffee in them spilling and everything landed on his laptop. His designs for his new fashion line—what little he had of them—ruined by coffee and the laptop probably unusable now.

"Damnit." Hikaru bit back every other curse he felt like spitting, and roughly pulled his fingers through his hair. Nothing was going in the right direction for him. He felt utterly dreadful and broken. He could have had any women he wanted, but instead he still desired one of his best friend's fiancée. She drove him to the brink of insanity.

Then it hit him. Insanity… That would work. He could just pour all the emotions he felt towards Haruhi into his new clothing line, and there was his idea.

Asylum.

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[One Month Later…]

During the past month, Haruhi found herself drilling wedding plans into her head as well as Tamaki's. She hadn't really talked to Hikaru since their little rendezvous—affair—at the bar. She honestly didn't want to relive that. Although she had to admit, she did feel something towards the auburn haired man, she couldn't leave Tamaki. Her attraction to the blond was far too great.

She had sent out the invitations, only waiting for one more R.S.V.P and the last thing she needed to do was get her dress. And have the wedding.

"Haruhi!" Mei rushed into her friend's office, tears flowing down her cheeks.

The brunette stood up alarmed, "Mei, what's wrong?" The bleached blonde slumped in the chair; a loud, dramatic sob escaped her lips.

"Well, Ritsu and I have only been dating for a while, and last night, well, he cancelled our dinner! I think he might be cheating on me!" Mei wailed, and at the mention of cheating, a ball of guilt contracted in her stomach. Haruhi walked around to the other side of the table and rubbed Mei's arm.

"Mei, I've known Kasanoda since high school, and he isn't the type of guy to cheat so easily on a girl. Don't worry. He's probably planned something nice for you." Haruhi tried to sooth Mei's mind, as she patted her friends arm. Haruhi swallowed thickly, thinking of Tamaki.

"Oh, do you really think so, Haruhi?" Mei hugged the lawyer quickly and smiled, "To think you're giving me romance advice."

Haruhi rolled her eyes, forcing herself to relax, "Now is that what you're really here for?"

"Well, at first it was, but I'm dying to know, have you chosen your dress yet?" Her friend squealed, dapping at the tears on her cheeks with her fingers.

She sighed, exhausted by the whole ordeal and pulled out her huge black binder, flipping the pages. She landed on the page she had added many sticky notes to, and pointed at the dress. It was an off the left shoulder, long, slim fitting gown, pulled to the right hip and pinned there with a diamond.

"I'm going in for my second fitting today. Did you want to come?" Haruhi asked, completely removing any doubt Mei had about Kasanoda.

Mei gave her a horrified expression, "Of course I do! How dare you not ask me sooner!"

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"Perfect! One more run from the top and we'll have it in the bag." Hikaru enthused, praising his models. After the night he had with Haruhi and the day after, he was immediately inspired for his new line. He entitled it, Asylum for which he had felt like going to. Each outfit was stimulated by his feeling for Haruhi, his killer piece being Vesania.

{MADNESS, INSANITY, CRAZYNESS.} Hikaru always did like Latin.

The model wearing Vesania distinctly reminded him of Haruhi, but with sharp blue eyes instead of soft gold ones. She was a beauty. She wore a mock hospital dress, laced up in the back like a corset, with heeled boots, covered in black leather he casually ruined with acidic paint, parts of the boots had even melted through, leaving gaping holes. His main work was on the dress itself. Colours, patterns designs swirled on the garb, none of it actually making since, but it looked like a masterpiece. The models hair was everywhere and heavy black make-up smudged around her cobalt eyes, thick 'tear' lines down her cheeks. Her lips were painted a dangerously pale shade of pink. She looked insane, which is what Hikaru had wanted.

Kaoru clapped his brother on the shoulder, "Hikaru, I didn't know you had it in you! Where did you come up with the idea? It's brilliant."

A ghost of a smile played on the elder twins lips, "Someone showed me what it was truly like to be insane."

His face slipped into a frown, "You don't mean…?" Kaoru had, by this time figured out what his brother had been talking about. Haruhi.

"I do. Good thing she did though, or else I wouldn't have this amazing fashion line, would I?"

"No, I guess not…" Although extremely happy and proud of Hikaru, Kaoru couldn't help but feel uneasy. Haruhi really had done a number on the auburn haired man, much more then he really needed.

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Hitachiin Hikaru invites you to;

His newest fashion show, featuring such pieces as

Vesania, Amos, Impietas, and more.

Date: 25 / 07 / 12

Time: 8:00 P.M

Haruhi's throat constricted when she noticed the Latin words. {Vesania/MADNESS/INSANITY/CRAZYNESS. Amos/ LOVE/CUPIDON/ FONDNESS/AFFECTION/ADORATION/ATTACHMENT. Impietas/IMPIETY/ DISLOYALTY/PERFIDY/SACRILEGE/BETRAYAL/PROFANITY.} Self-centered as it sounded, Haruhi had a feeling he got his idea from her.

"Tamaki, did you want to go to Hikaru's fashion show tonight?" Haruhi asked her fiancée. They were at a restaurant in Tokyo, Genjikoh, a classic kaiseki, and very expensive. Their table was at the best place in the restaurant, having the best view of the Japanese garden that the building overlooked with an exquisite pond. They each had their kaiseki in front of them (an array of tiny portions incorporating seasonal ingredients.) Haruhi swirled her wine glass in front of her, the bottle itself held in the pitcher filled with ice.

"Hmm?" Tamaki brought the glass to his mouth, making even wine drinking look gorgeous. She could tell multiple women were looking at him right now. Tamaki, for how he seemed, could actually hold his alcohol better then she could.

She picked up a piece of her hiyashi-bachi, a chilled, lightly cooked vegetable that was only served in the summer, and chewed it. She slid the invitation across the table, and Tamaki picked it up, read it over.

He clapped, "We should. It would be a good way to support him." He ate his hiyashi-bachi and smiled at her sweetly. {How could I have cheated on him?}Then she thought of Hikaru. How did she honestly feel about him?

"Alright. After lunch I have plans with Mei to go shopping, I should be able to pick up a new dress. I don't have anything appropriate for this event." Haruhi said, as the waiter replaced her empty hiyashi-bachi plate and replaced it with naka-choko, a light, acidic soup.

"Then I'll just wear that suit I have for fancy occasions." Tamaki said, his smile growing with the second, filling up his glass with more wine.

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It was ten minutes to the show, and Hikaru's palms were already starting to sweat. Japan's top fashion critiques would be here as well as his mother. And if Hikaru knew his friends, all of them would be there, even Haruhi. His heart leapt up into his throat at the prospect of seeing Haruhi.

"Hikaru! Look who we found." Kaoru said, popping his head into the backstage of the show. He pulled his twin out of the room and Hikaru was greeted by all of his friends and his mother. His mother hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm so proud of you." She was in a body hugging crimson red Chinese styled dress with a slit up the right side, and a golden dragon wrapped around her torso and left leg.

He gave his mother a weak pat on the back, "Thanks."

Hikaru pulled away from his mother and eyed all his friends. Mitsukuni wore a black suit with a white tie covered in pink bunnies. His wife, Reiko was holding his hand, blushing slightly, dressed in all black. Takashi hovered in the back, dressed in a simple black suit and a black silk tie. Kyoya in a black suit with a dark purple tie, scribbling something in his black book, a jaded expression on his face. And finally, Haruhi and Tamaki. Haruhi was in a knee-length black dress with black straps pinned to the dress with diamonds and a silver necklace with a white rose hung around her neck. With Haruhi's hand in the crook of Tamaki's elbow, he stood next to her, hair swept and in a black suit with a white tie. Hikaru's jaw clicked at how amazing they looked next to each other.

"It looks like it's going to be an astonishing show." Haruhi gave him an encouraging smile. The lights flickered, "I guess this is our sign to go to our seats." Hikaru watched his friends and family walk away to find their seats and he went back behind the scenes. His heart thundered from seeing Haruhi.

His models left and returned and Hikaru could hear the applause rising with each new design. The noise was especially loud when Vesania went on display for the first.

After Vesania returned to him, he in turn walked onto the stage and bowed, pride filling him.

His gaze flittered up, and all of his friends, including family, were standing up cheering him on.

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Haruhi had been, to say the least, blown away. It was amazing. Her favourite, like everyone else in the crowd, was Vesania. It was fabulous, a deep look into something insane. The whole line fit his title, Asylum.

She clapped, a swell of pride in her for Hikaru, as well as some other emotion she felt, but couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Tamaki's face was awed, as he cheered for his friend. The night was turning out to be perfect.

When Hikaru finally got to his friends, Haruhi couldn't help but reach over and give him a hug. "That was fantastic, Hikaru!"

"Thanks Haruhi, that means a lot to me." He gave her a light squeeze in return.

She was so glad they came out today. Seeing his brilliance made her so ecstatic, even though she was the cause for his whole inspiration.

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During the after party, Hikaru was bombarded with questions, mostly about, 'how did you get your idea?' and 'what are you planning next?' He had no answers for them, claiming it was all a secret.

From where he was, he could see Haruhi dancing with Tamaki, her laughing up at him. {I wish I was able to make Haruhi happy like that.}

Vesania swayed up to Hikaru, draping her arms over his shoulders, "Should we dance?"

Honestly, Hikaru felt like shrugging her off, but he didn't. He just nodded, and let the model start the dance.

It started off slow, but increased quickly, the dance becoming far too erotic. Hikaru pulled away from her, "I will only dance with you if you don't try to feel me up. My heart belongs to someone else." His gaze flickered to Haruhi, and the model followed his gaze.

She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "She will never love you." Before she then left Hikaru standing there, a glare on his handsome face. He already knew this, and she didn't have to rub it in his face.

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[One Month Later…]

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Suou Tamaki and Fujioka Haruhi

On August 30th, 2012

At 4:30 P.M

**More information inside.

Haruhi sat in front of the mirror, nervousness building up in her stomach. She felt sick. Mei stood behind her, pinning her hair up with diamond pins, and adding the veil to her hair. Mei was in the dress Haruhi had originally chosen, the flowing ice blue fabric down to the sapphire blue at her feet.

"Calm down Haruhi!" Mei exclaimed, giving her a light smack on the head.

Ranka shook his head, "Haruhi, it's just Tamaki. How nervous can you be?"

"Very! What if I'm not what he's expecting?" She panicked, standing up, her breathing erratic. A knock on the door sky-rocketed her nerves.

"Haruhi?" Hikaru's voice floated from the other side of the door.

"Let him in!" She managed, "And both of you leave!" She let Hikaru in and pushed her father, along with Mei out.

The auburn haired man entered the room, a slight frown on his lips. "What's wrong?"

"What if he doesn't want me?" She whispered, being completely selfish because she knew how he felt about her.

"Are you crazy? Tono's an idiot but not stupid enough to not notice how beautiful you are." Haruhi couldn't help it, she blushed.

She gave him a grateful, dainty smile, "Thank you, Hikaru." Hesitantly, she reached over and gave him a hug.

"Haruhi, I shouldn't be saying this, but I have to." He held her tightly, "I love you. I love you so much I wished you would have chosen me over him. I wished you loved me back."

As she took in his words, she just spoke, "This isn't going to make anything easier, what I'm going to say next, but I must. I do love you Hikaru, but I love Tamaki more. I am so sorry."

She felt a tremor go through his body, and it shook as he spoke, "I know, and it's okay." Haruhi didn't know who he was trying to convince.

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Soon after he had spoken, he drew away from her, and gave her a sad smile, "I'll be going now." Once again, he stopped at the door, "You really are beautiful."

Hikaru went back to his spot behind Tamaki, well, behind Kaoru who was behind Kyoya. He closed his eyes, envisioning that this was his wedding to Haruhi, and that she was coming up the aisle for him.

The music began, and he opened his eyes. Haruhi was walking down the aisle, her hand in the crook of her father's arm. But she only had eyes for Tamaki. The wedding seemed to last for eternity, and the entire time it felt like someone had run Hikaru through with a white hot rod.

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As the years went by, Haruhi and Tamaki were happy. They had many beautiful babies with each other and lived a wonderful life.

Hikaru eventually married, never stopping with loving Haruhi, but had found a special place in his heart for his wife. He only ended up fathering one child, one he loved dearly.

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[In the distant future…]

Haruhi bowed her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. In all her years, never did she imagine she would outlive her husband, Tamaki. Now widowed and dressed in black, she stood over his open casket, touching his winkled—but still handsome—face. He had passed quietly, peacefully in the bed he shared with Haruhi.

All their friends and family were behind her, her children beside her, the grandchildren with her.

She had loved him, more then she loved anyone else. And she had never told him of that one night of unfaithfulness.

Once the funeral was over, Haruhi sat in the empty church, the pew cold from the fact she had no body heat left. Grey clouds tumbled across the sky, rain drops falling. It was only a matter of time before the thunder started.

Footsteps echoed around the church, and she didn't bother to look. She had a feeling she knew who it was.

He sat next to her, his face sullen, "Hello, Haruhi." He was just as handsome as Haruhi ever thought. Even though wrinkles marred his face and grey streaked his hair, he was the same gorgeous Hikaru she'd always known. Life was hard to him as well; years ago his wife had passed away from breast cancer, leaving him widowed too.

"Hikaru," Her voice broke, "life isn't fair is it?" She wiped at her cheeks roughly. She shouldn't cry. Tamaki was in a state of peace when he passed.

"No, it isn't." A wistful look was on his face as he responded. "Did you know, Haruhi, that I never stopped loving you? Even after I met my beloved, I still loved you. It kills me inside that your sad about Tamaki's passing. You should be happy, because he passed loving you."

Haruhi clenched her black dress in her fingers, "I know, but it's hard. Didn't you find it hard when your wife died?"

His expression changed, "Yes, but I knew she passed happily. I did love her. Just differently."

Haruhi gave him a complicated smile, "Differently? I've felt many types of love in my life. The love I had for Tamaki, affection for my children and grandchildren and a type of love for my father that is only family love. But you were always different."

"We shouldn't be talking about these things now though." Hikaru said, "You just lost Tamaki and you shouldn't be talking about how you feel about another man."

"You're right, Hikaru. We'll talk about this another day, when everything's been sorted out." She answered, rubbing her arm.

"In the future, do you think I'll have a chance?" He whispered, eyes drifting to the roof.

"You might." She told him seriously, and he patted her hand.

"Do you remember that night when I called you from the bar, drunk?" He asked suddenly, and she nodded, "You remember what happened after that right?"

"Yes." After they had slept together, Haruhi had brought him home and left him there, apologizing.

"I never said this, but I should have." He turned his face to her, a genuine smile on his lips.

"Thank you for carrying me home."

So there you have it! The end of my little Haruhi/Hikaru ficlet. I hope you like it and that none of it was too boring! It's really open ended so you can decide for yourself if Haruhi eventually ends up with Hikaru or she stays faithful to Tamaki's memory. Leave me an insight to what you think happens in your review! Thanks so much for all the support! Xoxo ciao!

~Emerald~