A/N Heyy! Its OuranFruitsLuvr writing my second story! WOOHOO! i know...This story has the randomest title EVER. Anyways, in this chapter Kyoya sorta talks to himself a lot..And btw to all those confused yaoi fans out here,(im with you guys), this isn't KyoTama ;) Yes it's all friendship here buddies ;) Anyways the ages of all the characters are kinda messed up, cause i didnt want them to be too old, so heres the explanation.

Tamaki left when Kyoya and him were in second year of highschool, so they were like 16-17ish..So hunny and Mori are 21 now, and the twins and Haruhi are 19. Soorry if its confusing :(

Yeaaa and to add to the confusingness i have aspects of the manga in here, like Mei, when Kyoya went to Paris, etc...PLEASE BEAR WITH MEE:D

BTW: I cordially apolagize to any french people who read this, because I meant absoloutly no offense to Paris or whatever, Kyoya just hates you guys in one chapter...IM SORRY :(

Disclamier: I obviously don't own Paris, hotels, OHSHC, or anything. Like at all. I have nothing :)

Kyoya Ootori was successful. No, he was more than that. He was amazing. Why?Because. At the tender age of only 20, he had accomplished feats that men twice his age would consider impossible. Not only was he one of the largest business men in all of Japan, but the world. It appeared as though all of his dreams had come true. He was rich. Successful. His father was proud of him. Yet, when others looked into his eyes, something always seemed to be missing. As if he lost something, but hasn't found it yet…

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Kyoya grunted as the phone beside his bed rang uncontrollably. It was the usual time for anyone his age to be awake and alert, but some things about the Shadow King will never change. As usual, his face was wiped clean of all emotion as he picked up the phone. He answered with as much friendliness as a person who had low blood pressure who was just woken up, could.

"Kyoya Ootori speaking." He managed to grumble out. Professional. Remember, be professional.

"Mr. Ootori! Your car will be here in 10 minutes!" the particularly jubilant hotel worker almost shouted. " By the way, if you wouldn't mind filling out a hotel evalu-"

But Kyoya had already slammed the phone down, and slowly began preparing himself for public viewing. As he took a quick shower and idly tied his tie, he stared at his reflection. He looked the same as he did in high school, incredibly handsome, intelligent, and mysterious. But his eyes lacked some of the emotion that they had back then. Back before he- Kyoya stopped himself. No. Don't think about him. He's not here. He left. He had responsibilities. Like you have now.

Shaking his heads lightly, he took in his hotel suite. Everything was perfect. Every detail, every couch cushion. Not one thing was out of place; just the bed he had just devastated, and a pair of glasses. He couldn't expect anything less from the Grand Tonnerre Resorts. He gritted his teeth unconsciously. Tonnerre. It was them who took him away.

The buzzer to his room rang, and sighing, he picked up his briefcase and went outside. He glared as the bright lights of Paris practically blinded him as he hurried to get inside his awaiting car.

"Mr. Ootori!" cried the jubilant hotel worker from before. Kyoya groaned inwardly. Was he his stalker or something? "Your meetings been has been set to 9:00! So you have exactly..umm….-5 minutes to get there!" waved the worker, while smiling dazzlingly. Kyoya curled his hands into fists. -5 minutes? He was late for his very first meeting?

He stared outside as his car sped through the beautiful streets of Paris, reducing everything to a blur. The last time he had been her he had been searching for that idiot's mom. No! Don't think about him. Be professional. Be professional. That was the last thing his father had said to him, before he left for this wretched place.(A/N..no offence to ppl in Paris btw, it's pretty awesome there XD)

"Be professional Kyoya, that's all the advice I can give you. No matter what happens in Paris, stay professional. You've become a man, my son, I am so proud of you."

He had smiled then, but did not feel the warmth he had in fact expected to receive. He had achieved everything he had ever wanted to achieve. But yet, why did he feel like something was missing? And coming to this place just enunciated it. But he knew. Deep inside. It was him. That idiot who never shut up. That idiot who needed everyone else to be happy before he could be happy himself. That idiot who-

"!" cried the car driver, pulling Kyoya out of his thoughts."It seems as though there is a traffic jam here, sir."

Exhaling loudly to keep his cool and live up to his name as the "Cool Type", Kyoya got out of the car, and decided to walk it. What more could this place do to him?

AS if to answer, Kyoya was suddenly knocked to the ground by some stranger who was hurrying past him. "Excuse-moi!" the man cried, while he hurried to stand up. Kyoya's glasses were knocked across the pavement in the process. He glowered as all his anger from this morning came up. How long had it been since he had been this angry? And yet, the stupid Frenchman was still blubbering apologies, not even noticing the deadly expression on his face.

Only one person in existence had ever been able to annoy Kyoya as much as this idiot was doing right now. Wait. Idiot? He stared at the man before him. The blonde hair, odd violet eyes. It wasn't possible. Grabbing his glasses and ramming them onto his face, Kyoya stared. It was. The fool was standing before him, still apologizing while pulling his coat around him. Too busy to even look at the best friend he hadn't seen in 3 years.

"Tamaki Suoh."

The man looked up, as his eyes slowly widened and recognition sunk in.

"Ky-Kyoya?"

A/N...SOOOO? to be honest i didnt like it too much :( should i continue it? i dunnoo...REVIEW and tell me what to do! Your wish is my comand! *Whooosh**random genie floats away*