Red, Yellow, and White Roses
A/N: Me first Ouran fan fiction. -fireworks- Well, fan fictions, rather. A small collection of three oneshots (which are pretty wordy), all related to the romantic flower called the rose. Excited much? Okie, enough ranting, enjoy! Pairings include KyoyaOC, MoriOC, and TamaHaru.
1. The Color of Love
Note: I had a little trouble figuring out whether to write Kyoya's name as "Kyoya" or "Kyouya". Either way, it's the same thing. Mkay?
Kyoya sat silently on one of the couches around the music room. While the other Host Club members drank tea and ate cake with the ladies, he typed away on his laptop, calculating profits from the past month. It hasn't been entirely slow at all, but unfortunately (and unusually) for him, he hadn't been bringing so many customers. Surprisingly enough, he's only contributed a sixth of the profit! Of course, he had the look of not caring painted on his face, and pushed up his glasses.
"Is there something wrong with me…?" Kyoya asked himself.
"No, there's nothing wrong with you at all!" Two unison voices suddenly said, coming from behind. The Hitachiin twins leaned on the back of the couch Kyoya was sitting on.
"Don't flatter me," Kyoya flatly replied. "Aren't you two supposed to be treating-"
"You're not so bad at all, senpai!" Kaoru remarked. "Despite your sly tactics…"
"…And your sarcastic remarks!" Hikaru finished. "Oh, and not to mention your-"
"Alright, stop it!" Kyoya snapped. "Go and treat your customers already. They've been waiting for you."
Once the twins left Kyoya's sight, he took a look at his laptop, which displayed a graph of how well he and the rest of the members had been doing in the sense of getting customers. Like I said before, he hadn't been doing as well as the others. A line graph showed all the member's stats, with Kyoya's line being the vibrant color red.
Kyoya pushed his glasses up once again, and sighed deeply. He closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table, and then took a sip of tea.
Suddenly, a girl of his height with long hair as black as a midnight sky and eyes like crystal, set down a full vase of vibrantly red roses in the middle of the coffee table. She took a seat opposite of where Kyoya was sitting, and accepted the tea Haruhi served after that.
"Good luck, senpai," Haruhi stated under her breath. Not knowing what she meant, he took a glance at the mysterious-looking female, then turned his head away from her, all while holding his cup of tea.
"They're for you, Kyoya Ootori," the girl said in her low, subdued feminine voice. She sipped her sweet beverage, then put her cup down.
Kyouya looked back at her, only to find that her crystal blue eyes were hypnotizing him. He kept his composure, and managed to reply to the person.
"That's very nice of you, dear…"
"…Akae Shimizu," she finished, continuing to look into Kyoya's eyes whenever they met with hers. "I'm a freshmen, and in the same class as your other freshmen members here."
Kyoya then began to partially figure out why Haruhi told him good luck. Akae was in her class, apparently, along with Kaoru and Hikaru.
"I see," said Kyoya. "Have you come to improve the environment of the club? Or are you here to see me or any other members of the Host Club?"
Akae changed her eye expression into a glare. Her face turned to a scowl, then an evil-looking smile. "Do you honestly think that I came here just to set roses on a table?"
He let out a small chuckle, and pushed up his glasses. "Forgive me of my sarcasm, dear Akae. Is there anything you would like to discuss in particular? Or would-"
"Kyoya," started Akae, "I am here to ask you a question."
"Go ahead, Ms. Akae. What would you like to ask me?"
"What do you believe is the color of love?" Akae asked seriously clasping her hands together. "All other women believe its red, such a common color, but what does it really mean? Red is always used to color the hearts of others, and even to flush these roses that always represent love and romance! Tell me, Kyoya, is there really any other color that can represent the color of love?!"
Kyoya stared at the girl, who was at the edge of the couch. "Why are you asking me this, Ms. Akae?"
Akae slammed her hands on the coffee table, and stood up instantly. "PLEASE ANSWER ME!"
The Host Club members and all the other ladies became silent and began to watch this scene. Kyoya stood up, while Akae's eyes followed his movements.
"Come back tonight, Ms. Akae," Kyoya calmly said, "And I will show you what I believe, is the color of love."
Akae almost had tears running down her face. She stormed off, while the all the innocent bystanders in the room resumed what they were doing. Tamaki, who was currently free from ladies, came up behind the collected vice president.
"I sense mommy is having trouble interacting with others?" Tamaki quaintly remarked, smirking. "Does she need a hug?"
"Shut up, Tamaki," Kyoya grumbled, folding his arms. "She was just calmly talking to me, until she left."
"That's a little obvious!" The twins chimed in, smirking as well. Kyoya looked down at the identical freshmen, and then the two ran off.
"Are going to see her again, senpai?" Haruhi asked, holding a tray with an empty teapot sitting on it.
"Yes, I will."
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It was around eight o'clock, and Kyoya gazed through one of the large windows in the music room. It was a full moon out, and it shined extremely bright, illuminating the gardens and fountains that were below the room. Creaking finally came from the door to enter the room, where Akae stepped in, and slowly walked toward Kyoya.
"Take a look at the night sky, Akae," said Kyoya. "Is it not beautiful?"
Akae's eyes widened when she saw the dark sky that was poked with tiny stars, and widened even more when she eyed the bright white moon. She looked about the sky, and then back at Kyoya. "Is it…black and white?"
"No, Akae," Kyoya answered. "It's the colors you want them to be. Love is not fixed on one color. Some other people believe that the color of their love would, for example, be blue. Blue can signify the glistening ocean where they met, or the sky that they stare at when they lie in the fields of the countryside. My colors of love, Akae, are the ones that the moon illuminate at night."
Akae smiled, and he smiled back. She looked down at where the moon was shining directly at, and distinctly found a line of bushed, studded with ruby red roses, along with rosebushes ending both ends of the line.
"That was where I picked those roses for you," Akae said softly, laying the tips of her fingers on the window.
"Ah," said Kyoya. "Red does suit you very well, Miss Akae Shimizu."
While Akae had tears steadily running down her face held down, the Host Club member lightly touched her chin to lift up her mystifying self. The two smiled at each other, and Akae leapt into Kyoya's arms. He was quite shocked, but then accepted her gesture of affection and held her tight.
"Thank you…Kyoya…" Akae thanked tearfully.
"It wasn't I who found out the color of your love, Akae," Kyoya softly whispered in her ear, "It was you."
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The next day, the Host Club, once again, was open. Business was, as usual, booming, while Kyoya took a jump in profits when more ladies decided to get to know him a little better. His keen eyes and sly appearance not only attracted the new customers, but also brought in the familiar face.
Akae took a seat across from Kyoya once again, the roses still in lively condition. He smiled at her, and she returned it back.
"Kyoya, I know you have only known me for a day…and I have only seen you then through the hallways throughout the school…but I know that you are a wondrous man at heart. Allow me to be at your side at all times!" she requested.
The Host Club became silent (yet again), while the members of the club watched what Kyoya's response will be.
"If you come back tonight, I will tell you," he winked.
Akae's face lit up, and she ran out of the music room in a flash. The antics then continued, and Kyoya sat back down to sip his cup of tea.
"So…you managed to get Akae to fall for you," Haruhi remarked, sitting down beside him.
"I would like to thank you for the luck, Haruhi," Kyoya emotionlessly said, pushing up his glasses. "She seemed a bit eccentric and mysterious at first, but now I know that she has a kind and loving heart."
"I wasn't telling you good luck for that…" Haruhi confusedly answered, standing back up.
Kyoya stood up with her. "What do you mean? I thought you knew her, since she was a freshmen and that you knew about her already!"
Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "I meant to say good luck because your 'date' with Renge was yesterday at 8:00! Akae's in a different class than the twins and me!"
Kyoya fell to the ground at a 90 degree angle, his legs staying straight up in the air. "I-I totally forgot about it…"
"Ahh, I wonder what's she's gonna do to you!" Kaoru and Hikaru snickered, showing the peace sign.
"Ah ho-ho-ho," An odd laugh was heard from below. The ground rumbled, and Renge came from below, standing on the rotating platform which was disguised as floor tiles. Renge stood up grandly, her hand on her hip, and a microphone in the other.
"I FORGIVE YOU…KYOYA OOTORI…" Renge darkly stated, staring down at the 2nd year student. "ON ONE CONDITION!"
"I thought Renge-chan had a crush on Haru-chan!" Honey cutely thought, tugging on cousin Mori's uniform jacket. A nod was his only response.
"She does…but don't forget that Renge-chan confuses me with that one game of hers that she used to play," Kyoya answered. "I remember now that she asked me for a date because she wanted to get out more with the Host Club members, including Haruhi and I."
"YOU…" Renge started, while all the other girls in the room stared. "…WILL HAVE TO DANCE TO A NUMBER HARUHI FUJIOKA HAS CHOSEN!"
The girls all sighed, and some squealed to see how the mysterious vice president were to dance with Renge. Mori took out the stereo from the back room, and plugged it in. Renge handed Haruhi a CD, and told her sweetly to pick any track number.
"But…there's no song list…" Haruhi wondered.
"Just pick a number from 1 to 12," Renge winked. "It's your choice."
Haruhi thought for a moment, then put the CD in. She pressed play, and skipped to number 7, which was obviously a 'lucky' number. It apparently was, since it was a moderate waltz, the strings being played together with superb melody and harmony. Kyoya bowed, and Renge grabbed his hand and began to waltz. The customers in the background and the Host Club members all watched the dance, which was quiet and peaceful.
Until Akae came back in the room.
One of her bright blue eyes peered through a slightly open door. She saw Kyoya dancing with another girl. Although not feeling any jealousy, she runs toward the Host Club member, cut through him and Renge, and continued the dance with Kyoya. He gave a little "hmph", then smiled and made eye contact with the freshmen.
Renge, who was in complete shock, stared at the girl. She folded he arms in discontent. "Whatever," she said. "I'll dance with my dear Haruhi instead!"
Haruhi, who was watching the dance while standing by the stereo with Honey and Mori, was grabbed forcefully by Renge, and reluctantly accepted the dance. The two couples waltzed on, and the rest of the Host Club decided to join in the mini-ball.
"The Host Club has changed today's regular theme into a formal ball!" Tamaki excitedly announced, waving his hands in the air. All of the ladies were anxious to dance with the members, and the day inside the music room with the Host Club seemed just like any other day. Kyoya smiled at Akae, while she closed her eyes and held him close throughout the passing time.
A/N: END OF FIRST CHAPTER! I would likey your reviews, please! These are my first Ouran fan fictions, so be kind, but also give me some critique for future reference and use. Thanks! On to the next chapter.