Hey all! New story time! I hope you like it...
*Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club... but if I did, I would've demanded more anime episodes...*
Kyoya Ootori stood in his family's hospital reception lobby. He was placed quietly in his father's shadow, in more ways than one. For an eleven year old he was exceptionally disciplined. Then again, a large business family could do that to you.
"Kyoya."
"Yes Father?"
His father scowled and pushed up his glasses, "We want our patients to have a nice stay. Smile boy," he looked down and whispered, "Don't mess this up."
Kyoya put on his instant smile. It could fool anyone. Even himself. It was a meeting day for his father and older brothers. Some people from a big American hospital wanted to discuss a few matters, though what they were he didn't know.
"Father what do you wish for me to do?" Kyoya asked.
Yoshio reached into his suitcase and pulled out a black notebook to hand to Kyoya, "Write something. Observe people and put what you've learned on paper."
A man came through the front doors and shook hands with his father. After they were gone, Kyoya wandered down a hallway. He stopped by a water fountain and smiled at passing nurses. A little girl being pushed in a wheelchair stopped outside a room across the hall. Her long blond hair cascaded down the length of her back.
Her nanny said, "I'm going to talk to the doctor." she glanced at Kyoya, who ducked his head immediately, and she smiled at him sweetly, "I think you'll be fine out here."
"Thank you Molly," the little girl said. She stared out the window at the courtyard gardens as a butterfly fluttered its way across view.
"Excuse me miss, but are you having a nice visit?" Kyoya said with a small bow.
"Oh, yeah this place is great."
Kyoya wrote in his notebook, "That's good to hear. My family strives for our patients' satisfaction."
The girl grinned, "Well you've done a great job. Ootori?"
Kyoya reset his glasses and snapped his book shut, "Yes, Kyoya Ootori. It's nice to meet you. What school do you go to?"
"Ouran Elementary."
"What class?" Kyoya had never seen this girl.
"6A."
"…Where do you sit?"
"In the back left corner," she quirked an eyebrow. Where was he getting at?
"Ah," he said scribbling in his notebook, "that explains it." His notebook was suddenly out of his hands, "What the…?" the girl was madly writing in his notebook. So fast in fact, that smoke was coming from the paper.
"What are doing?!" Kyoya cried.
"Look!" the girl squealed showing the contents of the black book, "It's a kitty!"
What Kyoya looked at was clearly a pony. But he went along with it anyway.
"It's pretty," he commented. She must be in here for mental reasons, Kyoya thought. But the girl seemed kind enough, and she was a little pretty…
Molly came out the door, "It's time for your appointment dear."
"Ok," before disappearing into the room, she leaned back and said, "Remember to look for me in class on Monday Kyoya!"
Kyoya grinned and replied, "Don't worry miss, I will."
Short, it was. To come, there will be more. Why I'm speaking like Yoda, I don't know. Review, you will.