A/N: Once again, for a contest. Hrm. It's not that bad, is it?

I Think, I Wish

Kyouya had many visions for his life; inheriting his father's prestigious position as head of the family business was first and foremost on the list. Taking over the world just might be a little further down. True, if you ask him (whether he gives you a straight answer or not), it really wasn't until he came in contact with the flesh-and-blood manifestation of sheer idiocy that he discovered, painting outside of his frame, so to speak, was infinitely more fun, or in his own words, profitable.

Tamaki Suoh was most definitely enjoying his life in Japan and he loved his new role as a host. Tempered with his alternating flamboyant and regal personality, his abilities as a host sold prodigiously well. As an illegitimate son, his future was uncertain, but in no way did that serve to dampen his spirits. Why, after all, with his gorgeous face and gods-blest smarts, he could be just about anything he wanted to be, right?

Just looking at them, you would never be able to guess that they were friends, the best of them, in fact, never mind the one-sided teasing (or mocking) that occurred. But that friendship wasn't immediately evident, for obvious reasons. One was cold, careful, and calculating and the other was fancy, flighty, flashy, and yet they matched, in some abstract way. Two sides of one coin: heads and tails, yin and yang, light and dark.

They were friends. If the other wanted something, he would have done his utmost best to ensure it was received. And with their aristocrat's resources, it happened quite a bit.

Haruhi had known that there would be a high school reunion at Ouran tonight. Known, but conveniently decided to forget about it. She could do without people fawning over her like in her teenage years. And besides. She had groceries to shop for.

It wasn't stalking, not really. I mean, if he had business at a commoner's supermarket, it's not really stalking. At least, not anymore. Never mind the fact that he didn't really make it a priority to obtain his food from a supermarket or nothing less than organic import. Besides, he wasn't alone. He could see him leaning against a rack of commoner sweets in what he clearly thought was a nonchalant pose. In truth, neither was very relaxed.

It might be true that they were friends, and it was also true that neither would deny the other something desired. Anything and everything… but this one, when they coveted the same… exact… item…

They were in a supermarket and there was a vast selection of goods. Could they be desirous of that particularly fine melon atop its stack? The Super-Jiggly-Jello-Ice-Pop? Perhaps the magnificent party tray of "exquisite, tasting unlike any other" sushi? Or, as we all suspect, the prize to be had is the young woman nodding politely to the cashier on her way through the door? A lawyer we all know and love.

The race is on. Show no mercy and give no quarter. It is survival of the fittest, first come first served. Contestant number one with his silly, loveable ways and contestant number two with his subtle, guarded way of caring. The stakes are set, victory nigh-

"Eh? Why are you here?"

I think I can, I think I can… said the little train as he chugged up the hill. Very soon his thoughts are morphed indefinitely to "I wish I could, I wish I could… Pray tell, children dearest, pray tell me… Who has won this race?

./OWARI;

A/N: I reread this and I really can't believe how well I did on it. I mean, wow. I actually did pretty well, strangely enough. Or, at least, I think I did well. So it's not going to get longer. I like it the way it is.

-MshRm