Hello Lovelies! I am the Daughter of Time and this one of my first fanfiction! YEE this is the one I have wanted to write about for a long time and instead of studying for midterms, I am doing this…ya... Anyway, with that said, this story is mostly for me to get this in writing but if someone else enjoys it, the story can grow that much more! If you are reading this, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my geeky heart and from the characters' hearts, too!
So, this story is about a girl named Emmy Leigh. The bulk of this fanfiction is our heroine returning to Japan to attend Ouran High School. THIS CHAPTER though is an introduction; setting up the story with a couple of one-shots between Kyoya and Emmy. At the end of this chapter, we will witness her last encounter with Kyoya, 4 years before she attends Ouran. Stay with me on this, there are a lot of "1 year later" stuff but it is worth it! So without further ado….
A Phoenix's Childhood
9 years ago...
"Why is Father making us dress in our suits? Is it a client?" 8-year-old Kyoya Ootori was obedient of his father, Yoshio Ootori, but still was keen on knowing the meaning behind his father's orders.
"A very important client," Fuyumi finished the loop of his tie. "and a family man, that is why Father requests that we all be there." She smiled sweetly and looked into her brothers grey eyes. Fuyumi was 17 and the only daughter of the Ootori family. She was the one who cared the most for Kyoya. Kyoya secretly cared for his sister, but was annoyed by her constant attention.
Fuyumi grabbed Kyoya's hand and lead him down stairs to the main room of the mansion. He quickly pulled away from her when he saw his siblings and father. He didn't want to look like a kid in his father's eyes. It broke Fuyumi's heart at times, wanting Kyoya to be a kid and to stop worrying about their father's opinions, but she understood.
There, shaking hands with the Ootori Family patriarch was a slender American. His brown hair was lightly gelled. His eyes were the color of rich wood and his smile could persuade the most stubborn man, which was a needed trait when working with Yoshio Ootori.
"Ah, there you are," Yoshio turned to Kyoya and Fuyumi, "Mr. Sulvan, these are my other children: Fuyumi and Kyoya. Children, this is Mr. Devin Sulvan, a new supplier." They shook hands and started to make their way to the dinning room.
The brothers and Fuyumi took their seats, exposing a new figure next to Mr. Sulvan. She was petite, about 4'6''. She, like Mr. Sulvan, had brown hair but it was wavy at shoulder length.
"Kyoya, this is Emmalyn Leigh, she is around your age." Yoshio gestured for Kyoya to shake her hand, and so under the orders of his father, he did.
"Kyoya Ootori," he introduced himself. She gave a gracious grin and repeated her name. Her brother sat next to Yoshio and Emmalyn sat next to Kyoya.
As the courses were served and business was discussed, Kyoya made small, courteous gestures to the little girl. Then the topic switched to Kyoya and Emmalyn.
"Emmalyn, you are 7, correct?" Yoshio prompted.
"Yes, sir." her answer was calm but not shy, revealing she had been in this situation before.
"Kyoya here is 8, 3rd grade." It was clear that Yoshio wanted Kyoya to become an acquaintance of Emmalyn, so he started to forge a bond between them.
After dinner, they wrapped up their conversations and finished their drinks, and Devin and Emmalyn returned to their car and were driven off the Ootori property.
1 Year later...
It was the Ootori groups annual dinner party where all of the company's partners gathered to reflect on previous achievements and enthuse about future ones.
Each member of the Ootori family was expected to be present to entertain guests. The "party" consisted of drinks, business, and a small amount of dancing. Live musicians filled the mansion with lively music.
Kyoya was now 9 and still seen as a child. He was admired for his advanced knowledge but constantly compared to his older brothers when they were his age. Tonight he was ignored for the majority of the time, for his eldest brother, Yuuichi Ootori, had just received honors in Medical School.
Kyoya wondered aimlessly around the crowd, greeting people and remarking how superior his brother was.
After the twentieth time, he retreated to the back of the room to observe. His thoughts were interrupted by a new pair entering the room. It was Devin Sulvan and his sister Emmalyn Leigh.
He watched as they floated around, working the crowd. Soon after joining the party, Emmalyn excused herself and squirmed her way over to the musicians.
Kyoya was mesmerized by her reaction to the music. "Brahms, is it?" Kyoya thought. The look he saw on her face could only be described as pure bliss.
Without knowing, he found himself making his way over to her. "Hello," he greeted bluntly.
"Oh..." She paused trying to remember his name, "Kyoya?" He nodded in agreement. "Oh Hello!"
It was a very advanced conversation for two children, but both had a mind greater than their age.
"Do you play anything?" Kyoya asked.
"A little. I was introduced to multiple instruments when I was younger, but my brother is sure I will flourish in a couple of years. You?"
"Not really. My sister tries to teach me but I'm not really interested."
"Ah siblings." She giggled and looked back at Kyoya. His grey eyes were locked on her rich blue ones. She had gained his full attention with just one look.
The rest of the night they spent making small talk starting with music and ending with schooling. They spent the rest of the night together, migrating from the main room to Kyoya's room.
"It's very plain, your room," she commented to Kyoya. He shrugged, he had heard this argument from Fuyumi multiple times.
She wondered around his room, and Kyoya made his way to his composition book on a table. Emmalyn looked back at Kyoya, and noticed him studying his book. "It's break, why are you working in your little book?" When she tried to look, he pulled the book to his chest.
"None of your business." He said coldly.
"Senpai, you don't have to do that. You're very smart, I'm sure one night of enjoying yourself won't effect that. It might actually help you."
"And how is that?" He was beginning to get annoyed with the younger girl.
"Everyone needs a break. And as for the specifics, that's purely up to you." He continued to work out problems in his notebook. She managed to sneak a peek and read one of his problems. "5."
"What?"
"The answer is 5." He quickly finished the problem, surprised, he turned to her. "It's not that difficult. Now trust me when I say you can enjoy yourself." Kyoya was intrigued. She gently lifted the book from his hands, sat on the opposite end of the couch, and began to write.
Kyoya was about to protest when she interrupted his thoughts.
"You know when you just get that CRAVING for sweets?" Kyoya was shocked by her outburst.
"Ah...What?" he stuttered.
She laughed at his surprised face. "When was the last time you had candy, Kyoya senpai?"
"Um," he couldn't remember. "Does it matter?"
"Absolutely!" She reached into the hidden pocket in her dress and pulled out a bag of candy. "Have some, it won't harm you." She tossed him the bag.
She was finished with the book and set it down on the table. Looking at the clock on his wall, "My brother is probably looking for me."
She held out her hand to shake his, but he tried to hand her back the bag of candy. She dropped her hand and smiled. "Keep it, Senpai." She started to walked out of his room but stopped.
"We are staying in town for a while this time. Are you free tomorrow?"
Kyoya didn't know how to respond, his innocent face showing confusion.
"Well, if you change your mind, I'm sure you have my brother's number around here somewhere." She started to leave but stopped again.
"By the way, you can call me Emmy." She smiled and left.
As she walked out of the room, Fuyumi entered. "Oo whose your friend?"
He placed the candy down and opened his composition book. There, on the last page, was a caricature of Kyoya. It was cute with large eyes and a cheesy expression.
"What are you smiling at, Kyoya!?" Fuyumi was excited to say the least.
"Hey sis, do you have Devin Sulvan's number?"
2 Years Later...
Emmy burst through Kyoya's door. "SENPAI!"
Kyoya was on his new cell phone, when he looked up at a charging Emmy.
"Guess what?!"
"No." she stopped at the couch and started at him. He glanced up at her but could only keep a strait face for a few seconds. A smirk creeped its way onto his face and and responding smile came from her.
"The Dean talked to me and Devin and came to the conclusion that I should move up a grade!"
Kyoya's eyes grew wide, "That's unheard of during this time of the school year."
"I KNOW! Oh God, I get to move up a grade."
She flopped over the couch arm and screamed in excitement. Kyoya was chuckling, he couldn't be happier when Emmy got like this.
She suddenly paused and stared at Kyoya. "That means we are going to be in the same grade!"
"Really?" He teased sarcastically. "I'm happy for you. Really I am."
She plopped down next to him and looked at him puzzled. "What?" He asked blankly.
"So, does that mean I still have to call you senpai?"
Kyoya returned to his phone. "I AM still the eldest." He paused and looked at her, "But I guess you can."
She was glowing in excitement. Then her faced turned serious and professional. "Well then Kyoya, up for some icecream?"
2 Years Later
Kyoya and Emmy were now in 8th grade, just two years away from High School. They had spent every day together for four years. Kyoya had encountered few people that he was generally nice to, and Emmy was the one he could never not be. They had their fights like any pair, but that was because they were two half's of the same whole.
Emmy's brother was away for multiple weeks at a time and left her to fend for herself. When she was lonely, she would find herself at Kyoya's door.
She was considered one of the family to them, except to Kyoya.
Emmy was more than family, and Kyoya didn't know it when he was younger, but through the years, through the days they would sneak out of the mansion and venture to the city to walk among the commoners, he saw something more.
She taught him to act like his age and think in more than calculations. He could hear the faint sound of a piano some mornings, little tunes that could make a crippled man dance.
Today was just like every other day except Emmy was acting strangely. She showed up especially early to Kyoya's house to go to school. During the classes they shared, she was talking to people more than usual, and that said something. She had to stay late after school, and met Kyoya at the car.
When they returned to his place, they continued their rutein. Around 7 pm though, Kyoya did something unexpected. He turned on a station and made his way towards Emmy.
"Ah...Kyoya." Emmy was shocked. It wasn't like Kyoya to be the one to voluntarily listen to the radio. She was stunned when he took her hand a lifted her off the couch.
She wasn't oblivious, she knew what he was doing, but at the moment she could just giggle. He pulled her close and started to dance.
She could tell he was nervous, and she tried to calm him down. She went along with his dancing, and soon they picked up to a waltz. Emmy taught him how to waltz a while ago, and never thought he would do it voluntarily.
"Kyoya, your dancing has improved." He smiled as he gently turned her.
"Why thank you." the slowly came to a retard and met face to face. He was in a trance, lost in her eyes. She too had all her thoughts abandon her.
Instinted was the only thing left. The gap was closing between them and soon their lips were locked on eachothers. It was sweet, gentle. Hesitant at first but comfort grew on them. Suddenly, the reality of the situation it Emmy.
She pulled away and pushed him back. He was surprised. "I thought it was going to well..."
Tears started to form in her eyes as she paced his room. "Kyoya, this can't happen. Not now." She collapsed on the couch, her head falling into her hands.
"What's happening now? You never said anything was wrong."
"I didn't know until yesterday. My brother is leaving for a couple of years this time. I have to go with him."
She still had her head in her hands. There was a silence.
"No she can't be leaving" Kyoya was still in denial. Then he got fustrated. He kicked the couch and slammed his fist on the arm.
"YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME SOONER!" He grew furious. He laid everything down on the line and she was leaving.
He wasn't just mad that this might have been the most awkward moment of his childhood, but this was his best friend that was leaving. The person that had kept him sane for so many years under the pressure of his father. No matter what fights they have experienced of difficulties they've encountered, they have always made a way through it.
He collected himself and made his way over to her side. But before he could sit down she stood up. She exhaled heavily. "I'm sorry."
"When will you be back." His voice cracking.
She shook her head, a tear streaming down her face, "Not anytime soon." She hated goodbyes.
Emmy jumped at him, hugged him tightly. She released him, a reached for her bag.
She stood back up a faced him. She place her hand on his cheek and stroked it gently. Kyoya was still in shock. She ginned at his expression, who knows how long it would be until she would see it again.
"Thank you." She could barely make those words out.
Barely composed, she made her way out of his room, out of the mansion, and eventually out of Japan.
Both were left broken, but there was no other way two wholes could have been separated happy. It was better this way, no matter how terrible it felt.
Their hearts were heavy, their throats clenched. Kyoya was left standing for hours before he collapsed on the couch. Emmy was forced on a plane and shipped to Great Britain with her brother.
Maybe in a couple of years, things will turn for the better...
Oh Dear Lordy that was a long chapter, but hey, It was worth it! By the way, everything is based on the anime because there are A LOT of loop holes to compensate for and let's just face it, the anime just welcomes you to pick up where it left off. So, that is exactly what I will do. Again, I speak for me and the characters when I say, thank you for reading! ~DOT (Daughter of Time)