I intended to rewrite this. I tried about four times but it sucked. So, here it is. The final chapter of this thing. I had so little faith in my ability to finish it. It never even had a plot. I'm happy about it though.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own this wonderful show. I never did.


The next morning I woke up terribly sore. Those two ran me ragged until the odd hours of the morning. I only ever woke up because I heard rustling noises from across the bedroom. I opened my eyes and glanced over to the source of the sound. Tamaki was searching for clothes in his bag, wearing a towel messily tied around his waist, his hair still damp from a shower.

"Morning." I murmured sleepily.

He turned around and smiled at me.

"Good morning." he greeted, then smirked.

"You still look thoroughly debauched, you know. You should fix that before I decide I don't want to leave you two." The king drawled teasingly, peering at me through lidded eyes.

I scowled at the smiling blonde then took the time to admire his body as I didn't very closely the night before-There were other things to do. It was beautiful, as was expected of our king. I wasn't shocked. I stared at him dazedly for a moment until speaking again.

"What time is it?" I yawned, cuddling into the still sleeping shadow king.

"Half seven, I think."

He pulled on boxers and jeans before sauntering over to me, placing his hand on my cheek.

"How do you feel? Are you sore?" I shrugged.

"I'll survive." I assured him.

He smiled his signature, dazzling host club smile at me. I was slightly embarrassed that the same smile that made the consumers swoon was working on me, more or less.

"That's good. I really hate to just leave you two but I really ought to go."

He brushed my disheveled hair from my face.

"Last night was fun. We should do it again."

Tamaki leaned in and kissed me firmly but gently making warm blood rush to my cheeks.

"Yeah, we should." I agreed not without a blush.

He pulled on the shirt he'd been holding and grabbed his things.

"I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Kay, Bye." he left.

I turned so I was facing Kyoya. He looked beautiful and peaceful in his sleep. I smiled. I really loved him so, so much.

Even before everything, I liked him. A little bit; it was just a crush. A tiny one at that and he was clueless about it.

Then again he was the shadow king who seemed to know everything about everything so it wouldn't surprise me if he had every intimate detail of my affections written in that little black book of his long before I even knew I had them. But still, I'd like to make myself believe he didn't know anything about that.

As I thought about the start of this, I almost felt as if I had to thank Hikaru for ignoring me once I'd caught whatever horrible illness it turned out I'd caught lo those many months ago. I smiled to myself at the thought of his reaction if I'd honestly done that. If I did that he wouldn't have understood. He would have looked at me as if I were insane.

Still, if he didn't ignore me for Haruhi, this whole relationship would not have came about.

Kyoya stirred then, barely breathing my name in his sleep, making my cheeks glow red slightly. I leaned in and kissed him chastely.

Sleepy, brown eyes fluttered open reluctantly. I didn't mean to wake him up.

"Morning. Something wrong?" he yawned, brushing messy, auburn hair from my eyes with his fingertips.

I shook my head. "No. Everything's fine."

"If you say so." he murmured, closing his eyes again.

"I love you." I said suddenly.

He opened one round, chocolate coloured eye and focused on me lazily then smiled at me.

"I love you too, Kaoru." he said making my heart dance in my chest.

"I'll also love you just as much after a few more hours sleep. Maybe I'll love you just a little more."

I laughed gently before settling down close to him.

He was right; sleep did sound wonderful.


Thank you to everyone that stuck with this story to the very end and those that didn't and to all the reviewers and anyone that ever gave this story a second thought. Thank you. Good bye.