Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran and it belongs to the fabulous Bisco Hatori.
Please be mindful of the errors, its not beta-ed.
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Prologue
He pressed his lips together, hard.
He looks straight ahead, his face devoid of any expression.
His right hand inside the pockets of his expensive trousers, his left hand holding into a tie.
The elevator reached ground floor.
He steps out, his polished expensive shoes click slightly as he paused briefly glancing behind him. Towards the other two people in the elevator, a young couple who seem to have forgotten they shared the world with real people.
Disgusting, he thought and proceeds.
Yes, he had been accustomed to men and women who overtly convey their hormones out in public without second thought.
Heck he had been part of the host club.
But of course he was after the profits and business experience he gained from such activity.
Yet he had grown up, far from the host club.
Studying college in the US had somehow change him.
Although not thoroughly, he still and will always value his friends in the host club.
Then something had click inside of him.
"Where to, Kyouya-san?" the driver opened the door of the limousine.
He adjusted his glasses and smiled.
"I feel like going to Japan. Take me to the airport" he commanded without thinking twice.
He was graduating from the university soon.
But he had time for a little pleasure, which was rare.
He managed to complete about 95% of his thesis anyway, so going back home wasn't too much of an inconvenience.
Besides his sister, Fuyumi had been up against his throat sending those emails asking him to come home.
Not only that, even that idiot Tamaki Suou was doing the same thing.
It still amazes him on how Haruhi Fujioka managed to keep up with someone so opposite her.
But they say opposites attract.
Yes, just like Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Reiko Kanazuki.
He loves happy things such as sweets, fluffy things and bright color while she adored curses and spells and anything dreadfully dark.
Yet they fell in love and were about to get married by the end of the year.
There's Tamaki, with his out of this world personality. A little slow and so expressive with his emotions had the smart and pretty Haruhi fall for him.
Oh, the mysteries in the world. Kyouya can never really understand it. But that was the least of his concerns right now.
The corporate world, making money was his main goal in life.
Bringing the Ohtori's name to the top.
Finally he reaches Japan and rides on a limo towards the Ohtori residence.
His vehicle cruises a district in Tokyo, he rarely sets his foot on.
While waiting on a stop sign, he glances outside rubbing his temples.
Jet lag and lack of sleep was a lethal combination for Kyouya Ohtori. But a sight outside his window causes him to smile menacingly.
"Hello Japan, you have been strange while I was away" he mutters, an amused grin not leaving his handsome face.