As a child, Kyoya Ootori was very curious and inquisitive beyond his young years.
Any time he went out with family, he would ask questions.
Looking up with his chocolate eyes he would tug on the sleeve of whoever he was with.
"What's this?"
"How does that work?"
"How many yen was it?"
He was always asking questions.
As he grew, he realized he could answer any question he ever had by using a book.
He could read about oranges one day and then be reading up on Dr. Seuss the next.
The raven haired boy would spend hours shut up in his room reading book after book.
Basically, he took to reading like an addict takes to crack.
As he read, he found his favorite books were the kind where you solved mysteries.
He found that problem solving and figuring others motives was quite fun, and it wasn't long before he realized he didn't have to read to enjoy that particular pastime.
He started studying people; children at school, his siblings, maids, and even his parents.
He found that the children at school did things without thought; and the maids at home did things because they had too.
He also found that his family did most things to please his father, and his father did most things to please himself.
It was all so interesting to him, and so he started writing all the things he found intriguing on papers in his room.
He kept every paper in order of date written in a small desk drawer.
His sister, Fuyumi Ootori , (who was about 14 at the time), noticed this.
It was a sunny day in May when Fuyumi knocked lightly on her little brothers door.
Kyoya answered with his usual amount of enthusiasm.
"Yes?"
The midnight headed girl rocked back and forth with a tiny grin gracing her beautiful features.
"I have a present, just for you!"
"Okay."
"Guess what it is!"
"How could I possibly know what it is?"
"Aw Kyoya! You're no fun!"
His sister slowly took her school bag off of her back and ever so carefully unzipped it.
She was trying to tease her brother, but he simply showed annoyance instead of laughter.
She huffed and pulled out a sleek, black notebook and thrusted it into Kyoya's chest.
"Here. It's a notebook-"
"I know what it is."
"-for writing down whatever you've been writing on those papers in your room."
She turned away, but glanced behind her shoulder to see a smile grace her brothers lips.
She chuckled to herself and began to walk away.
"Hey! Fuyumi!"
She stopped and turned around to face her brother, who was still standing in the doorway.
"Thank you, I really like it."
"Anytime little brother, anytime."
She said softly before turning away once more.