-Chapter 1-
"Are you ok?"
"My apologies sir, I didn't mean to intrude".
"Don't be silly. It's just me."
Kyoya Otori sat in a chair, naked from the waist up. A towel was slung across his shoulders. His glasses were placed on a small table in front of him.
"Kyoya-Senpai," Haruhi said a little surprised "Senpai, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make everybody worry about me today."
"Thanks, but I wasn't especially worried," Kyoya replied nonchalantly "Although I did have a hard time separating Kauru and Hikaru from those two punks. They almost beat them half to death" Kyoya chuckled under his breath.
Haruhi's face took on an expression of stunned surprise and embarrassment as Kyoya told her this. This expression wasn't new.
"And because of you, I had to send each of the girls a bouquet of flowers to apologize, they've been looking forward to this trip and we don't want to disappoint them." Kyoya Said as he rose from the chair and began walking towards her.
"I'll pay you back for the flowers, Senpai."
"Each bouquet cost me 50,000. That's a grand total of 600,000 Haruhi." Kyoya said matter of factly. As he said it, he turned the lights off with the slide of a finger.
"Uh, why'd you turn the lights off" Haruhi said, confused.
"If you want" Kyoya replied "You can pay me back with your body."
Kyoya Grabbed Haruhi's wrist and threw her down on the bed. In a matter of seconds, he had her pinned helpless beneath him. Haruhi's breath caught in her throat. Her heartbeat raced.
"Surely you aren't so naive to believe a person's sex doesn't matter" Kyoya's gaze was bearing down on Haruhi "You've left yourself completely defenseless against me."
"You won't do it Kyoya-Senpai," Haruhi replied calmly.
Kyoya caught his breath surprised by the comment.
"I know, because it won't do you any good. You wouldn't gain anything from it."
"Hm." A slight smile played across Kyoya's face. He moved off of Haruhi, releasing his hold and sat on the edge of the bed. "You're right. You're a fascinating young woman Haruhi."
As Kyoya was walking down the hallways he thought to himself. "Nothing to be gained from it, huh? An interesting thought, in its own way."
Something else Haruhi had said had also caught his attention.
"You're a good guy Senpai and I know that you're just trying to prove a point. You're just posing as the bad guy."
Haruhi seemed to know a lot about him yet he felt she knew so little. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. That was the way he preferred things. It allowed him to keep a certain distance from people. However he was still slightly surprised she could not imagine what could be gained from him attacking her. He chocked it up to her naivety which was astounding sometimes. Then again they were clearly from different worlds. Kyoya sighed as he remembered the countless tales he had heard of Upper-class men taking advantage of their servants. Most of the poor girls were too afraid of losing their positions to say anything. He thought of the own power which he possessed. He could assure Haruhi was denied access to every college in the country, and some overseas. He could ruin her entire life with a few phone calls. Mulling this over he put on a dry shirt and went to join the others in the parlor before bed.
The next week, Kyoya was sitting in his room reanalyzing the budget for the host club. His mind kept wandering back to the conversation he had had with Haruhi. He couldn't help but think about her trapped beneath him. Her warm skin pressed against him. The moment of fear in her eyes.
The pencil in his hand snapped. He had been clutching it so hard, he hadn't even realized. A surprised look crossed his face. Kyoya quickly regained composure. He reached for a mechanical pencil from the pot in front of him and went back to concentrating on his work. A knock came at the door.
"Come in." Kyoya called.
A young maid entered the room and bowed.
"Master Kyoya, You have a visitor." She announced.
"Who is it?" He inquired
"It is Mr. Iwate sir" The maid replied "He says it is a matter of importance."
"He is not interested in meeting with my father?" Kyoya asked.
"No sir, He specifically asked to meet with you Master Kyoya."
"All right, send him in." Kyoya said. This was quite unorthodox he thought to himself. Iwate Sasake was one of his father's business partners. He was the owner of a pharmaceutical supply company and had been loyal to the Otori family for as long as Kyoya could remember. Mr. Iwate entered the room. He was wearing a dark blue business suit. His shoes were polished and not a hair was out of place.
"Kyoya Otori. It has been a long time."
"Yes sir, it has." Kyoya bowed to the older gentleman.
"How is school? I'm sure you are following in the footsteps of your brothers." Kyoya's face remained calm. Inside he grimaced. The fact that Kyoya was the youngest son of an important business man was nothing. His brothers simply had to follow the path given them while Kyoya had to forge ahead, living up to greater expectations than expected. "What are you now, a second year?"
"Yes sir. It is going well Thank you. My maid said that this meeting was a matter of importance?" Kyoya asked, remaining polite even though Iwate made him writhe inside.
"Yes actually. I know the position you're in Kyoya... Chances are you will never be the head of your family. Your brothers already completed accomplishments that you would be hard pressed to surpass. Therefore I have a proposition for you."
Kyoya sat in front of the man, the perfect picture of composure. Inside he was appalled at the frankness of this man. Kyoya himself was of course deeply embarrassed. The man spoke the truth.
"Is that so? Well, I'm listening." Kyoya said, stiffly.
"I have a number of companies I am looking to…undertake. One of them happens to be your fathers. I am going to need someone to run this company. It is a risk on my part, I know. However I believe you are just the man I need to manage this endeavor."
Kyoya was taken aback. This man was asking him, a mere high school student to run his business. Clearly he could not be serious. This was obviously some sort of joke at his expense.
"Sir, of course you cannot be serious. I am only in high school." Kyoya stated flatly.
"I am perfectly serious. Of course you wouldn't take over full control until you were graduated. However until then you will be my… advisor. I will ask your advice on every aspect of its running. In return you simply need to assure me that this business will succeed."
Kyoya thought hard. Iwate clearly sounded serious. This would be a massive undertaking for him.
"I will need some time to think on this of course."
"Of course," Iwate replied. "I will give you until the end of the month to make your decision. Until then, think hard. This could be a marvelous opportunity for you Kyoya. Do not let it pass you by."
With that Mr. Iwate bowed and left through the same door he had entered.
Kyoya stayed unmoving for a long while before getting up. Eventually he rose, went to his bed, undressed, flipped off the lights and went to bed, his head reeling.