A/N: This is my first fanfiction so thank you for deciding to read it on a whim :) I've read a lot of fanfiction, so I decided to write one myself. I have another chapter and a quarter written already, but if you have an suggestions, I'll consider them and most likely try to incorporate it. Or this could just stay as a one-shot fic, who knows? Please if you do post a flame, don't be harsh about it. Not everyone likes everything and that's okay :)

= I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, Bisco Hatori does. I only own this plot and my OC's Seana and Kota. =

**Updated as of 11/1**

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~ Haruhi's Pov ~

I couldn't believe I was in Japan again after how long I was in America. Five years is a long time to be away from your home. A lot has changed since I was here years ago, my father was not a secret transvestite who has to hide his secret because of his rank as one of the richest men in Japan. Last time I lived here, he was in competition with whoever was ranked #5 and now he has secured his place at #3. Also, I had to grow my hair out so I looked more like a girl to hide from the assassins who killed my mother.

~ Flashback: Ranka's Pov ~

"Go, Haruhi. I will be fine and so will you," I reassured him as tears ran down my face. I didn't want to lose another important person in my life. I could still see how, almost in slow motion, the bullets hit my wife, Kotoko, right in the middle of her forehead and two in her chest. I grabbed my 11 year old son and hid him in the pantry with myself as soon as I saw the men swerving into my driveway to come for my wife. I sent many guards to stop the two hit men but the guards too fell to the ground. They then rushed in and brutally killed my wife and had the nerve to laugh and comment on how "easily" she died as I watched in horror, hoping the hand over Haruhi's eyes would be enough to block the sight of his dear mother dying. I vowed that day that I would be both a mother and father for my son.

When I returned to reality, Haruhi was switching between staring at me in shock and muttering to himself. He did this for another minute or two until he finally thought of something to say.

"B-but, Dad!" Haruhi sputtered, "It would be better if we didn't separate; we need to be there for each other." This only caused me to cry more as I hugged him tight.

"I know, son. I wish we could, but I don't want to lose you too and so soon, can you understand that?"

He looked down at his shoes and thought some more until he had reached his silent decision, hitting his fist on his flat-out palm in an 'Aha!' moment.

"I agree to go away, but you have to call a lot, okay? Also, I can come back once you find the killers."

I laughed, "Of course you can come back! What, do you think I'm just gonna get rid of you and never find you again?"

He just looked down at his feet again and smiled, "No..."

'Ugh! He's just so cute!' I ran at him, picked him up in a hug and spun him around. "You're so cute!" I put him down and looked around for someone.

"Ah, Mr. Kennard! Come here so I can introduce you," I bellowed.

A tall man of exactly six feet ran up to Haruhi and I and Haruhi's mouth just about dropped in shock. He had light brown hair that almost went over his right eye and speaking of eyes. He had the sharpest green eyes anyone has ever seen naturally. He wore middle class clothes that made him look like an American skater boy when really he was one of the toughest bodyguards in Japan around Haruhi's age and he was only fifteen. They say that he trained with the Morinozuka and Haninozuka families when he was younger.

The man held his hand out to Haruhi and introduced himself with a 100-watt smile, "Hello, sir. I am Dakota Kennard and I'll be both your bodyguard and one of your caretakers while we're in America. You're dad has hired a couple of maids too."

Haruhi tried to hide his blush while he studied him but I definitely saw it, as I'm sure Mr. Kennard did too. "S-sir? Oh, please Dakota, just call me Fujioka or Haruhi."

Mr. Kennard's eyes widened. "Are you sure, S-Haruhi? I feel that's a little improper. You also talk very mature for an eleven year old," he said that last part a little towards me.

I put an arm around my son and smiled, "Yeah, he's been a big reader since he was three and he can read on a high school level by now." Haruhi just nodded at this.

"Also, I am very sure, Dakota. Can I shorten that, even? To Dako or Kota?"

"Kota is fine I-i guess, Haruhi."

Just then a man came up to me in a suit and told me the plane was ready to go. I rushed Mr. Kennard and Haruhi to the plane as Haruhi and I said our last goodbyes.

~ End of Flashback ~

I still remember the day my father told me all of what happened and why they wanted my mother assassinated. She was a lawyer who took on a huge case that she thought would be her biggest break yet and it was when she won. The prosecution wasn't happy with the results thought and sent an assassin to the lawyer who won the case, which happened to be my mother. I'll never forget my father's face when I told him I knew all this and that I watched her get shot. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't protect me from that sight. They found the man, who ordered my mother to die two years ago, but my father wanted me to finish my middle school years in America and I agreed, though i did come home for summer breaks and holidays for those two years now that it was safe.

I reach up to touch my shorter hair, glad to have it back to this length after the embarrassment I went through in school of at least 10 guys confessing to me a month. Not that I didn't like it since a lot of them were very cute, but I knew it wouldn't work out and I didn't want to fall in love with someone only to be going back to Japan any day.

Kota and I became best friends over the years together and I definitely trust him with my life by now. He was the first person I openly admitted I was gay to and he couldn't have been happier for me. I knew all his secrets and he knew all mine. He was really fun to be around and I wish he would be here in Japan right now, but he went to go visit his family for the rest of first week back. It's only been three days but it just feels weird walking alone now that he was with me almost 24/7.

I was just walking past the Suoh's second manor when I saw it. The Kyoya Ootori, from the second richest family was making out with Tamaki Suoh, from the richest family in Japan. I quickly took a photo with my phone and sent it to every other device I had just in case something happened to my phone. The fact that they would risk being seen doing this in public is saying a lot here. Not that being gay here in Japan is necessarily a law-breaking act, but most of the citizens look down upon you and loose their respect for you if you are gay.

I watched around the corner of the bush as Tamaki Suoh, with a loving smile, turned around and walked to the door of his home. What I found odd was the fact that Suoh's face changed to a smirk as soon as Ootori couldn't see it. Wait, I thought Ootori was supposed to be the rotten one who only uses people for money and power. I took a picture of that too.

I watched as Ootori fixed himself from looking like such a love-sick puppy to a professional guy and pushed up his glasses. I looked over the photos to make sure they were blackmail worthy. He's not bad looking; I at least have to say that. Just as he was about to get in the car, I found myself having the urge to call out to him, but resisted, knowing there was a better time and place for this.

I waited just about a week before walking by the Suoh's manor again. Just in time, I thought as I saw the end of a similar scene between Suoh and Ootori as he was leaving his house. I waited until he got to his car before aproaching him.

"So, you and Tamaki Souh, eh?"

He tried to hide the fact that I startled him as he turned and raised a brow, as if I didn't deserve to hear his voice.

""Hm? Cat got your tongue? Maybe a few pictures might loosen your lips? And teach you some respect while we're at it," I smirked.

He glared at me for some time before sighing, "Are you going to explain whatever you think you know or you could you just scram already?"

I brought out my phone and scrolled to the picture of the two making out and showed him. It could be considered very raunchy since Suoh just about had Ootori's shirt off and his glasses were cockeyed but Tamaki seemed to look like the perfect gentleman with not a hair out of place, ignoring the fact that he was practically grinding up on a man. Ootori gasped quietly and turned around to his driver to tell him he would be walking home. He didn't speak until the driver left.

"Let's go for a walk, eh?" Ootori asked, breathing as if he was trying to hold back his tears.

I nodded and we walked for a couple minutes into the poorer or 'commoner' part of town. "If you don't want these going viral and you want them to disappear, I only ask for one thing."

All of a sudden he pulled me into an alleyway and I gasped. He pushed me up against the brick wall of the building behind us. He took a step or two back and stared at me. He didn't look like the love-sick puppy or the professional man everyone knew him as. He looked... broken for a second until he worked up the nerve to say something.

"W-what do you want from me, m-money? P-power?" He stammered, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

I smiled and acted like I was thinking about it when really I knew exactly what I wanted.

"I want you to be my puppy."

"W-what is that? S-some weird cosplay fetish?" Ootori sputtered, pushing his glasses up, again.

I giggled, "No, silly. You're too cute to be some butler or a servant." I took a step toward him as he told a step back. Step for step. Step for step. "You only have two more steps behind you, what are you gonna do then, Kyoya?" He didn't listen and slammed his back to the opposite walk that I was on. I slammed my hands on each side of his head and he flinched. "As I was saying, you're too cute to waste," I took off his glasses and ran a hand down his face slowly, not to startle him too much, almost caressing his cheek. He surprisingly closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. "Being my puppy entails that you'll be cared for as if you're a guest of mine but you only answer to me and whoever else I tell you to. You would be my property and mine only to do with as I wish. I could bring you pleasure," I rubbed my other hand along his chest, "or pain," As I flicked his nose with the hand that was on his face. He scrunched his faces in a cute way and his eyes shot open. He stared at me for a few minutes until his eyes widened. He tried to snatch his glasses from my front shirt pocket and I jumped back. He again looked at me with those brownish-grey eyes of his. Why he would wear glasses when he has such beautiful eyes.

"Explain to me why I would give into that again?" He sneered, though his eyes didn't say the same emotion, they said that he was nervous over something and that he was guilty. He thinks he's cheating on Suoh. I only feel a little bad. He kept fidgeting with his hands too.

"D-did you forget your reasoning or did you just want to play games here?" His voice snapped me out of whatever trance i was in while I was studying him. At least he gained a little confidence here.

"No, I didn't forget. Kyoya Ootori, third son of Yoshio Ootori. You have to work the hardest if you want to be heir to the Ootori Company. You're a second year at Ouran Academy and you're father will be deciding who will be the heir to the company on the night of you graduate."

'What does this have to do with anything?"

"Do you think your father would like to name the title of heir of the biggest medical company to his only gay son?" I smirked.

"Shit. I forgot about that and I don't think I'm gay... Tamaki and I were just experimenting I guess... But I find you very attractive, so I can't be totally gay, right?" He looked me up and down and seemed to be studying me. I was wearing some semi-skinny jeans and a long cotton shirt that could pass me off as a flat-chested girl.

"Kyoya, I'm a guy."

His jaw just about dropped to the ground, "H-how? I mean, I know how but y-you just look so...feminine. This is crazy though, one moment I'm just experimenting with Tamaki and now you show up with this deal almost and I just don't know what to do!" He started to mumble to himself but loud enough for me to hear him.

"Well you could always agree...?"

Kyoya still looked unsure, "How long would I have to do this? Are you just going to be cruel and hold this over me for the rest of my career or what?"

"Until the end of your school year and we'll go from there, deal?"

Kyoya eyed me once again and then, to both of our surprise, he smiled, "Deal."

I smiled back and handed him the glasses, "You've earned these."

Kyoya then offered to walk me home but I declined, "I'll call my chauffeur for us both." I walked a little ways away and called him.

"Sir?"

I flinched at the title but continued on, "Yes, hello Henry. Could you come pick me and a friend up? We're on... 21st street."

"Yes, Sir. Is that all?"

"Actually no, is my father home?"

"No, he's at that okama bar and told me to tell you that he will be there for the week. Also that Mr. Kennard will be coming home earlier then expect because there were complications in his trip."

"Okay! Thank you."

"Anytime, Sir."

I hung up and quickly texted my dad to make sure it was okay for me to bring Kyoya over for a while.

He quickly texted back: Is this 'friend' male or female?

H: Male, why?

R: *squeals* Yay! My son has a boyfriend!

H: It's not like that! I'm just using him for my own gain.

R: Ooh, I didn't know my son likes to be the dominate type...!

H: DAD! *embarrassed*

I then heard the limo drive up and a door open. I looked up from texting my dad and saw Kyoya texting someone too, I walked over and grabbed his tie and dragged him to the limo. He got in first and then I got in next to him.

"I would have easily gotten into the limo if you asked..." Kyoya whined with a little glare in his eyes from embarrassment.

"I know, but it was funnier to see you so in shock," I reasoned, rubbing the side of his face in comfort. He closed his eyes and relaxed against the seat. Soon he started to doze on my shoulder, but when we went over a bad pothole, he whimpered at his position.

"Do you want to lie on my lap?" I asked hopefully.

He sleepily nodded and laid his head down and I ran my fingers through his hair. He let out a small moan as he fell fast asleep but the more he moaned, the more turned on I was getting. Bad mind! Don't take everything so dirtily. I eventually too fell asleep, failing to not let moans affect me.

~ Kyoya's Pov ~

I woke up when the limo went around a sharp turn. I was lean on this lump and I felt the texture of denim against my cheek. That's weird; none of the guys wear jeans when they could afford better pants.

I shot up from what-or rather who-I was lying on and looked at him. Oh, this guy. I can't believe that I agreed to this deal but he's just so hot. And his hands were just amazing. It took all my might not to make a sound when he touched my face back in that alley. Tamaki never tried to seduce me like this guy did and even if he did, I don't think I would ever feel what I did when it with this guy.

Tamaki.

Oh my god, I just agreed to be some kind of slave to this guy when I'm already kinda-dating Tamaki. I mean, I think that's what we're leading ourselves to...I mean...ugh, I don't know what I mean! What's wrong with me lately? Ever since Tamaki accidentally kissed me in the kitchen of the Host Club, I just can't keep up this act that I'm in control of everything anymore. Then this guy rushes into my life...

This guy this, this guy that. Who the hell is he? He had to have at least a little money to afford to have a limo and a driver but he dresses like an American commoner, that why I walked him to the commoner districts instead of walking him to my house.

All of a sudden, we went around another turn and he fell onto my chest. I tried to control my breathing as it started to heighten. He groaned on stomach and i quickly shut my eyes. I felt as he brought his arms around my waist and hoisted himself up a little so he was laying more of his body on me and I could feel that lump of his up against the side of my thigh.

"I know you're awake, Kyoya," He stated matter-of-factly.

"H-how long have you been awake?" I said, suspicious. Could he sense that I was thinking about him?

"About the same time you woke up," He smirked. After that he just laid on my stomach smiling while my blush increased more and more.

"By the way, who are you even?" I blurted

"That's the question I've been waiting for," He smiled, "I'm-"

Just then the limo stopped quickly at a medium sized manor, surprising us both into silence. I studied the place out of the limo window. It was larger than mine and smaller than Suoh's second manor. I could see a beautiful front garden with a small pond surrounded with sakura trees and flowers. I've never seen anything like this. I live in a more reserved home that if you looked at it slowly, it would still look like a hotel of some sort. It wasn't as beautiful as this or this homely.

Then just as I was coming out of my trance, Haruhi's door opened to see a beautiful woman with blonde hair in a side ponytail and a bountiful chest (styled after Lucy of Fairy Tail) and she was wearing normal clothes, a yellow top and a short jean skirt. She bowed her head to the boy that I-damn it!-still didn't get the name of.

"Mr. Fujioka, nice to see you home. I would have thought you would have taken your own vehicle, though."

The boy, who must be Fujioka, nodded to his with a smile. "I wasn't expecting to be travelling so far, but I did meet a friend." He then grabbed my tie again and pulled me forward so the woman could see me better.

The woman looked me up and down and then turned to Fujioka with a pout and reached her hand out. "Why do you always find the cute ones?"

"Funny, Seana." Fujioka put his hand in hers and he got out then offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled quickly so i fell out of the car on top of him. "Fancy meeting you here, Kyoya." I smiling down at him and started to blush when I was pushed off him. My head almost clunked off the concrete as Seana started picking Fujioka up.

"Are you okay, Mr. Fujioka? Did that mangy dog do anything perverted to you?"

I blushed. Perverted? What could I have possibly done that was perverted in less than three minutes?

Fujioka pushed her off and bent down to me and checked me over before turning back to Seana with an evil aura that rivaled my own. I couldn't see his eyes but from the pure horror on Seana's face, it must have been quite a sight.

"Ms. Conne, I advise you apologize for pushing my guest like a child and report to kitchen duty for the day." He sounded much older now and I have to admit that it kind of turned me on.

"I-i-yes M-mr, Fujioka," She stuttered and then turned towards me, "I apologize for my behavior. It...it was not professional of me." With that said, she bowed and ran off.

Fujioka then turned to me with that sweet smile of his, grabbed my tie again, and led me into the house. The color scheme was mostly browns and the first thing I saw was stairs to a second floor and a door opposite of them that led to an outdoor pool area. He let go of my tie to read the note on the side table and frowned. I gave him a questioning look and he rolled his eyes and answered, "A friend will be coming home earlier than expected." He then brought me upstairs and through a long hallway to a bedroom.

"This is my bedroom and it's an option for you to sleep in." The bedroom was too brown and had a nice fluffy bed in the middle and a brown leather couch in the middle facing the terrace. I raised my brow at this. I have options of where I sleep? I thought I was just going to be given a hard floor and that was that. That's what I'm used to sleeping on anyway... He dragged me to a room two doors away from his, but I did get a glimpse in the room between ours. It was messy and definitely lived in with all the trophies lining the wall on many shelves. The bed was unmade, like someone recently woke up. When we reached the second option, he flung the door open and it was a fairly nice room. It was white themed with just a simple futon and side table. Though I would enjoy sleeping in Fujioka's bed... I need to separate myself from him. 'You have Tamaki who I've been friends with for longer and didn't blackmail you into anything like this guy has!' I chided myself.

"So? Which room?" Fujioka asked in annoyance.

"This one should be fine. May I ask a question though?"

"What is it?"

"Can I see the room between ours, Fujioka-san?"

Haruhi's eyes widened and quickly snapped, "No, you may not! Speaking of that room, we need to talk about rules and a contract."

I flinched when he snapped at me. I've never liked someone yelling at me when all i wanted was information. Fujioka must have seen that because he softened his voice in the end. "Also, you have to call me Master, unless we're in public," he seductively whispered.

I nodded, staring into his eyes that seem to be able to see a person soul in one glance.

"Come with then." He led me back to his room and sat me on the couch while he wrote out a contract, "May I ask why there need to be a contract?"

"I wouldn't want anything that happens in this house or between us to get to the public, you know. Plus if you try to sue me there's a legal contract that you gave your consent. Even if you did sue me, I would win the case," he said with a grin.

Right, his mother was a lawyer and his father is a very influential man, as is my father.

Once he was done writing, I read the contract through and it pretty much stated what he already told me. I signed the dotted line and there. My fate was sealed, meteorically. He smiled and rolled the paper up, setting it on the table as he leaned back on the couch.

"Okay, onto the rules. Rule #1, never interrupt me or ignore me. Rule #2, you do what i say, when i say it with little questions, if any asked. Rule #3: you tell me everything that's bothering you, even if it's me. Rule #4, you only listen to me unless i tell you otherwise. Rule #5, is that you report here every week day right after school unless something comes up where it's either life or death or it's something for your company and every Saturday at noon. Rule #6, you aren't allowed to wear your glasses here. The last Rule is that you do not enter the room between ours unless you are invited in there by the man himself. If you don't follow these rules, you will be punished by me."

I shivered before handing him my glasses. I had so many questions but I wasn't sure if I should ask them or not, what about the host club after school? What about Tamaki? Who lives in that room? Probably that's his father's room. I decided the host club one was a little important. "W-what about the host club?"

"Host...club? What's that and why does it make a difference?" He asked as he set the glasses on the table with the contract.

"It's a club that Tamaki started a year ago in Music Room #3 where, as Tamaki states, 'The school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands'." I leaned back on the couch too and my master put his arm around me. I laid my head down his shoulder and put an arm around his waist. I felt like I could tell this boy anything while I was laying here.

"So two homosexuals sit around and entertain girls who think you're their soul mates?"

"Well, not just us two. There are four others, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Takashi Morinozuka, and Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. The last two are twins and are first years. They do this 'brotherly love' act at the club, though we're not all sure if it's an act. The first two Mitsukuni and Takashi are cousins and are my senpais by a year and go by Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai. Hunny is the 'loli-shota" type while Mori is the 'wild' type because of how tall he is and how rugged he looks."

"How about you? What 'type' are you?"

"I'm the 'cool' type since I brush off everyone and no one can really get close to me. Tamaki is my only real friend and that too started out as a hoax because my father insisted I get close with the school's headmaster's son. Soon I started to enjoy his company and he's the one who started this Host Club and dubbed me the Vice President. That's one reason why no one can get close to me; I'm always managing the club so I don't have time to socialize with anyone but Tamaki and sometimes the other host members. Tamaki is one of our most popular types, 'the prince'. He's always flirting with some group of girls."

"Well, that's pretty cruel to put all that work on you, you realize that right?" He continued to pet my hair as I shrugged. "You shouldn't just be pushed aside as your best friend and love gets to live his double life with the ladies, you're worth more than that."

I shrugged again and looked, "I'm used to being pushed aside, you know."

He hugged me and kissed my forehead before looking at his watch. "It's getting late, Kyoya. I grant permission on the club going, how long does it go to? Also, do you want to stay here tonight or do you have to get back home for your father?"

I was still thinking about the kiss to the forehead when I answered, "School goes on until 2 and then I'm at the club until 5 and we alternate cleaning duty so some days I may need to stay longer, but I will most definitely tell you if I'll be later. Also, I'll stay here tonight, my father's out of town for the next couple weeks so he won't know the difference."

He pushed me gently towards the door as he went towards his en-suite bathroom. I watched as my master started to strip along the way... first he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal that beautiful abs of his. He has to go to a gym to get that six pack. He ruffled his hair all sexily and took out his contacts. I didn't know he needed contacts. Then he started to unbutton his pants and... I bolted. As I ran, I could hear him laughing. I slowed down my running when I reached that room between ours. I heard the shower turn on down the hall in Haruhi's room since I never closed the door. "He would never know if I did take a peek..." I muttered to myself. Just as I reached for the doorknob, I snatched my own hand back, "No, I have to learn to trust more people, why would they put their trust in me if i can't trust them." I walked away, not knowing that I was being watched.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story and I would really appreciate it if you could review my story so I know if anyone really is interested in this plot? :)