Written for a few things. LJ bake off, though a slightly shorter version and the Musicroom3's contest H-Honesty Won first place for Musicroom3. If you don't know about it, go check it out. They are always looking for new writers and new readers/voters.

I don't own Ouran


"You need to be honest with yourself."

You've got to be kidding me. I wanted nothing more than to rub my temples, take a deep breath and strangle the idiot in front of me, wiping that stupid smile off his face.

Like he knew honesty.

How honest, innocent, how devoted his little Bride-to-be-in twenty minutes really was. How three days ago we met for our "last time Kyouya, this has to be it" and I made her writhe, moan, scream my name as her beautiful face contorted in extacy in a way I know that idiot could never do for her.

That stupid soft smile of his was pissing me off. He only shook his head lightly before turning back to the mirror, straightening his bowtie, "I know how you feel about her. I'm not stupid."

Says you.

"And, as much as I hate to say this, you should tell her."

I couldn't take it anymore, "What are you talking about Tamaki?" I sighed, trying to keep my head on straight. He only turned and faced me, taking the two strides towards me, clasping me on the shoulder.

"You love her too."

My heart clenched, but I ignored it, slapping his hand off me. "I have no idea what you're going on about. But it's almost time to go." He only laughed, walking towards the door.

"You know, you always sacrifice what you want for others. Mostly me." He opened the door and looked back at me with a sad smile. "I'm a hopeless romantic. Do what you need to."

"I don't love her." I said, firmly ignoring the flashes of our affair of our affair in my mind. The warmth that filled me when she smiled, when we made love. All of it.

He only shook his head.

I wanted to kill him, "Come on." I muttered, "It's almost time." I brushed past him, leading him through the vast western church. I don't love her!


As the organ started, and the crowd settled and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen came walking through the big double doors, Tamaki turned to me, a bright smile on his face, but his eyes more grave. "You've lost your chance." He whispered.

I rolled my eyes, nudging him to look straight, at her. As she started up the steps, her eyes fell on me.

I swallowed hard. I don't love her.

I don't.