Why? (An Ouran Highschool Host Club FanFic) (??? X OC)

So This is the End

(Kyouya's POV)

After school ended, she went home. She didn't let anyone come over and didn't pick up her phone, not once. She had only been to our school for a few months, and she's only known about my little crush for about a week.

I drove by her house, just to see if she needed help with anything. All the lights were off, no one opened the door when I knocked. I figured she must be sleeping already, wanting to get up early to... to leave...

The next day at school, everyone asked where she went... this time. I told them, everyone. She went to a different school. She never told me where though, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't say what school. I'm guessing she didn't want anyone else to fallow her.

I'll wait.

And wait I did. For a call, an address, a state, even a country. I just wanted to see her, to hear her voice. Nothing. By the end of my senior year...

I had given up.

Graduation seemed slow, and almost painful, without seeing her there, she had graduated early, just so she could go to that school.

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Almost a year had passed now. I had managed to get into my dream collage. I'm supposed to be exploring the campus later today.

(Peyton's POV)

I miss them, but the reunion can wait.

I forget about then from time to time, unable to remember how some of them actually look. Though they probably wouldn't know me even if they saw me. Not that they forgot about me, I've just changed a lot throughout the year.

My body has grown a bit, so trying to still pull off the masquerade of a male got difficult. Because of this, I let my hair grow out... a lot. cutting most of the ends off once my natural hair was past my shoulders.

I still remembered the song I played the first day or high school. I play it everyday after classes. Sometimes people would come to watch me, but I didn't care. Every day, fewer and fewer people came, until one day, no one came. It's been this way for a few weeks. Just playing the beautiful instrument in front if me, until it felt the need to stop.

I never knew what I was playing either, I just let the notes flow. As if my hands had I mind of it's own. I normally spaced out while playing, just thinking, almost forgetting the fact that I was playing, until I hit a sour note, shocking me back to consciousness.

So that's how my life went from then on... or do I had thought it would...

(Kyouya's POV)

It's been months now.

I was exploring the campus one day. Walking through all my classes again, to make sure I wouldn't get mixed up. It really was a big place.

Business, history, mathematics... I named off the classes in my head as I passed the buildings. I eventually made my way to the other side of campus, all the way by the musician's buildings. There where two buildings; skill and theory. I walked by the skill building, just to see if there was anyone playing. There was.

I walked in the listen to a chorus of keys on the piano. It was a familiar tune, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it. Sadly, the girl at the piano didn't seem to be anyone I knew. At first, I could have sworn it was Peyton, but I lost hope once I got a better look at her.

Every now and then, I would find myself walking back to the building, only to hear the same girl, playing the same beautiful, yet some what sad song. The girl herself was actually quite gorgeous herself, to be honest.

Light blond hair, that fell just a few inches below her shoulders, with a strange orangish, red tint to just the bottom tips. Thin and short (and about a size C). The thing that always made me think about Payton though, was the way she dressed; it had always had a dark, punk look to whatever she wore. Always wearing dark, long sleeved shirts, tight jeans.

Her swift movements stopped once she noticed she had been being watched; I was normally the only one to come and watch her play, and she never noticed me before, so it felt kinda special to me. At least in some way.

She walked up to me, that was the first time I saw her face... and I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked just like Peyton. Same crystal eyes, same little black lip ring, same cute little nose. As she got closer, her eyes widened, and began to tear up. I didn't know what to do.

"Sorry for intruding, or listening I-"

She cut me off with a hug, then she pulled back, and smiled at me, and laughed through her tears... happy tears.

"Stop saying 'sorry' you idiot," she laughed, and hugged me tighter. I didn't hesitate as I hugged back, pulling her close, as close as I possibly could. This was her, my Peyton. The one I had given up on, only to have her come back into my life.

Like the old saying goes, 'If you love something, set it free. And if it comes back to you, then it's yours.' And that's how it happened, and I'm happy. Happy to be here, holding the one I love.

Yes, I'll admit it, I love her! And nothing could ever change that. She's finally mine!

My beautiful rebel.

I may have questions, but those can wait. I just want to hold her, just for a little longer.

How could I be so blind, she was here this whole time? And I just never noticed.

She's changed so much.

Why did she leave?

Why did she have to change?

Why am I so blind?

Why?

But none of that maters now. Now that we're finally together... forever!

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Gone and back again, she is... well:

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I'm done!

Sucky, sappy ending, I know, but I don't care.

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