Her Pervert (Sequel)

Epilogue Part Two

Because I miss you guys. I honestly do. Those of you who've stuck by me and started following Business (another Kyoya Ootori story), know that I've improved greatly since I started here. I couldn't have done it without all of your support and love for my writing.

A long time ago, probably more than a year by now, I gave up on this story. And that wasn't fair to you, my faithful readers.

But now I can say with pride that I don't regret this story. Not one bit. I don't regret the way my skills have improved because of this story. I don't regret the friends I gained and lost throughout this story, and those of you who are still here, I love you.

I really, really do.

So I will now briefly crown myself with my old title, Author-chan, and with it I shall present to you this:

The last, absolutely final, definitely finished epilogue (part two!)

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We know where our friends lie. Some in the riches they've earned, some among their family, and one in a grave.

The flowers grew and wilted over time - it didn't take long. Kyoya Ootori stands before the engraved stone, still as heartbroken as ever to read the name of his first and only love.

It's been years. Long enough for a psychiatric ward to analyse and drown him in enough medicines to sink the Titanic, but Kyoya still stands strong, ever so supportive of the one girl who captured his heart.

She was beautiful at first sight.

He's never forgotten her bright smile, her perfect hair, her wonderful voice.

Fiddling with some objects, Kyoya drops down to his knees before the beautifully polished grave. The first object is draped over the headstone - a baby blue jacket faded with time, a familiar high school crest sewn neatly into the breast.

"If it were not for Ouran or its ridiculous host club, you would still be alive, my dearest (Y/N)." His lip quivers as he speaks, but he dare not hesitate in his words. "And although logical reasoning denies her existence, I like to think that fate would have brought us together anyway."

He sniffs before continuing, refusing to let the tears fall, tears that he had already run dry. "You reminded me all the damn time that we belonged - no, that we belong - together."

Kyoya fingers one of the blackened roses, the slightest touch crumbling the fragile petals. He sighs. "I miss you. Everyone misses you, really, but no one more than me, you got that?" he lectures.

A small breeze ruffles his hair and he freezes for a moment, hearing the sound of a faint laugh being carried through the air.

"I thought you'd find that funny. I've prepared a whole speech for you and I want you to listen closely because this is important," he says with a tiny smile, feeling something eerily similar to fingertips brush across his shoulders.

Despite him being there alone.

Kyoya, with longer hair tied in a fashionable pony tail at the base of his neck, places the second object on the grave itself. It's a framed photograph of him and her, taken at Ouran Academy long ago. He's on the couch, glasses crooked, hair a mess, and her arms are wrapped around his neck from behind. There's a cheesy grin on her face to complement the look of shock on his.

And it's a grin he's dying to see again.

The silver frame catches the sunlight. He can imagine her voice and smiles, looking up at the blue sky. "It's beautiful," she'd whisper in his ear, recreating that same pose.

"Life has been... hell. Without you here, I fear there's no one that isn't even just a little scared of me." He clenches his fists on his knees. "Tamaki wears a brave face, but we both know how easily he's intimidated. Especially by me, despite him being my best friend."

"I love them all to death - to the heavens and back - but I can't survive this with you six feet under," he continues, just barely holding on to the last string before it finally snaps, the dreadful sobs and the waterworks overtaking his depleted strength.

The weight on his shoulders increases and he hunches forward, but there's a strange feeling of someone gently rubbing their hand up and down his spine.

It feels exactly the same as when she used to do it.

"I am not getting any younger," Kyoya says after inhaling a deep, shuddering breath. "I wanted to spend eternity with you. I still do."

The final item is picked up and brushed off. He opens it, speaking quickly, confidently, and without hesitation for the first time since arriving.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honour of becoming my highly annoying, slightly insufferable, beautiful, amazing, wonderful wife?"

There's a whisper in his ear. It's an easily recognised voice.

"Yes," she says.

"Do you know what I am about to do?" He asks her.

"Yes."

Kyoya, tugging at his collar nervously, turns towards her voice. There's no sight of her anywhere, but he knows that the sun is twinkling the same way her eyes always did. He knows that the trees blow and wave in the wind just as her hair once did.

She is there with him.

"Do you forgive me?"

Something invisible brushes over his cheek and rests there for a moment, but as the warm touch moves and passes over his ear, a single lock of his hair falls out of place. He smiles.

"Of course, my love," she replies instantly. "I will always forgive you," are her last words before it all fades away. The wind falls, the clouds roll over the sun, and her touch disappears, though Kyoya can still feel the tingling warmth from her fingertips.

He sets the simple, silver ring down on the stone after pressing it to his lips. A short moment later, he stands, empty-handed and feeling more prepared than he ever has in his life.

As he takes his first steps away from the grave, he murmurs his final words into the wind, praying that they would find their way to his friends the same way hers did.

"My wonderful friends, I will see you all again one day, but my time here has reached its end. I am happier than I have ever been to be with my love once again, and I don't regret my decision. Farewell."

Behind him, sitting upon her grave, unseen by human eyes, sits a teenage girl, touched by the man's beautiful goodbye. She wipes away a tear with her left hand, the same hand a ring now sits on.

"See you soon, Kyoya."