Hello Again (Sequel)

Planning a Wedding, Host Style!

"Are you sure you want it here?" Kyoya asked. I nodded, a wide smile on my face. "What better place than where he and I met?" Tamaki chimed in excitedly, walking around Music Room 3. "We can talk to my dad, use the school on a Saturday. It'll be perfect!" Kaoru suddenly laughed, a loud, boisterous chuckle. "Guys, come look!" We all met him at the far wall. There were several rows of pictures. The first was very simple, very formal. It was just Honey, Mori, Kyoya, and Tamaki. There were a couple more of them interacting with customers during club hours. The first photo on the second row was Tamaki sprawled out on a throne, Hikaru and Kaoru to his left and Kyoya to his right. Mori was knelt behind the throne with Honey on his shoulders. The picture was a bit warmer, a bit happier, than the last few. More pictures from that year spanned the wall. Pictures of Haruhi with the host club, pictures after I had joined, pictures of us in cosplay. I twirled my locket around absentmindedly, smiling when I saw the picture of us before the spring dance; the same picture was tucked away in eight different lockets, one of them happening to be the one around my neck. The next row lacked Mori and Honey, but we had four more students. I traced the scar on the side of my face that I had gotten from our summer trip to the US after Mori and Honey's graduation. And I've never been to a racetrack since, I mused silently as I continued inspecting pictures. "Jess, Nadine, Jared, and Michael!" Haruhi giggled. "I haven't seen them since we graduated!" There were photos from Halloween, from prom, and finally, a picture of us in our uniforms and Tamaki and Kyoya in their graduation gowns.

The last row spanned my entire third year. Day one. The last of the original hosts, the next-gen, and the last hosts we inducted: Amaya, Jacob, Sakura, and Tadashi. Haruhi was in the throne her husband once occupied, and I was on her right. She sat sideways with her legs dangling over the armrest. Her hair had grown out to her shoulders, and she wore it down with a blue headband. She still wore the boys' uniform, as did I. My sandy brown hair was in a high ponytail and my uniform jacket was draped over my shoulder, my shirt sleeves rolled up and showing my first tattoo. Hikaru had Kaoru on his back; Jess was holding Nadine bridal style; Jared was making a silly face behind Tadashi; Jacob was kneeling in front with Michael; Sakura was sitting on the back of the throne with her legs crossed, and Amaya was leaning against me, her back to mine. "We were all so carefree, so young and innocent," Hikaru sighed. "Exactly!" I exclaimed. "There's no better place to get married."
Hikaru pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. "If it's what you want, we'll do it," he sighed. When he let me go, I went back to staring at the photos. I peered closely at the butterfly bandage under my eye in one of the photos as I absentmindedly traced the barely noticeable scar from the car wreck I had gotten into at the beginning of third year. There was a picture of us in Peter Pan cosplay. I almost fell over laughing when I saw the picture. I was in a blue nightgown and my hair was in curls that were tied back with a ribbon. Haruhi was Tinkerbell, wings and all. Hikaru was Peter Pan and Kaoru was Captain Hook. Everyone else was dressed up as Lost Boys (and girls). "Who was the one that came up with this idea?" I giggled. "It was Hikaru!" Haruhi squealed, holding onto Tamaki to keep from falling as she laughed. "Because he thought you would make a cute Wendy," Kaoru chuckled. 

The last picture was of me, Kaoru, Hikaru, and Haruhi in our caps and gowns. Jess, Nadine, Michael, and Jared stood behind us on stools holding a banner that said "Farewell to the Last of the Originals"; Tadashi, Sakura, Jacob, and Amaya sat cross-legged at our feet with a banner in their laps that said "Class of '08". I stared at the picture sadly. Hikaru was as far from me as he could get while still being in the picture. I shuddered at the memories that came with that day. There were two more rows of pictures, the host club gradually getting smaller and smaller until, I'm guessing, the club just sort of died out. My eyes wandered back to the photo from my graduation. Hikaru put an arm around me, burying his face in my hair. "It's alright now," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere ever again." Kyoya cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "It's certainly big enough to have a reception...but how do you want to do the ceremony?" he asked. Haruhi answered before I had the chance. "Easy. The courtyard," she grinned, looking out of the window over the large, intricately designed area. "You took the words right out of my mouth," I said. I turned to Kyoya for his opinion, and he shrugged. "It all seems fine to me," he replied. "I guess that's settled then. All that's left is the caterers, florists, guest list, setting a date, and...everything else that planning a wedding involves," Tamaki sighed happily, looking at us like, "Finally!" In fact, everyone had that same look on their faces since the night we got engaged. Were that many people still hoping we'd be together again, even after all this time? If so, I'm glad; at least someone had held out hope over the years.

Sorry it's short but I've got more exams coming up soon and I've been studying my little Mexican ass off!! And I'm also gonna go ahead and apologize in advance (you'll see why). So sorry!!!