Chapter 1: Kyouya
Kyouya Ootori liked power. He usually knew exactly what he wanted. And he usually got it. Usually.
Kyouya refused to associate himself with love. He considered love and those types of things to be superficial in his life of power and control. He didn't want to, no, he refused to be, swept along in the sweetness and uncontrollable feelings of love.
No, it can't be. He swept off those soft feelings whenever he saw Haruhi.
Anyway, if I wanted her, I could have her. I could have her at my knees if I wanted to. But I don't. Being with her has no merit. I know that already.
And with that, he convinced himself that he was absolutely fine.
Most of us who have ever been in love know that it is difficult, wait, impossible, to ignore it and keep walking.
Even if you were Kyouya Ootori.
He usually knew exactly what he wanted. And he usually got it. Usually.
x…
From his desk in the third music room, Kyouya Ootori tapped away at his laptop.
To anyone who had the chance of looking at him, his gaze was completely fixed on the screen of the silver machine that seemed to be Kyouya's soul.
But Kyouya Ootori is a very sneaky and calculating man.
Somehow, he managed to steal a few glances at a certain brown-haired 'natural' type.
But he stopped.
Why am I looking at her?
Any sane person in this situation would have realised by now that they had some special feelings.
But Kyouya could be a very thick person sometimes.
He could be as thick as Tamaki when it came to love. Perhaps even more so.
I'm probably just tired.
While Kyouya absentmindedly thought to himself, Haruhi managed to trip over with a tray of teacups.
A tray of very expensive teacups.
Being Kyouya Ootori, he should have instantly thought of cleaning bills and the cost of replacing those teacups.
But because he was so tired today, he almost got up to help her.
..x..
Almost as a natural reaction, Haruhi picked herself up after cleaning the mess and rushed to Kyouya to hear the new and increased number that was her debt.
She stood in front of Kyouya, a nonchalant look on her face.
She stood too close.
Kyouya could feel the sweat building up.
Um, yes. You will now owe an extra 67000-yen to cover the cost of damage and cleaning costs.
Haruhi leaned close and peered at his face.
Kyouya-sempai, are you alright? You look as is you have a fever.
No, I am fine. You should get back to your customers before I add more to your debt.
As Haruhi walked back to her customers, she wondered.
I wonder if something is wrong with the Shadow King. When he was writing out my debt, he didn't sound as convincing as usual.
Strange.
…x
Kyouya typed out:
67000-yen.
After much pondering, he erased it and shut his laptop.
Perhaps once, just this one time, I will let her off. She won't have to pay. But only this time.
According to his calculations, Kyouya Ootori must have been very, very tired that day.
Very tired indeed.
….x….x…