One | Success lies in Result

Kyouya Ootori, a profound, intelligent gentleman. Expectations loomed over his shoulder. A cunning, sly mind occupied his head; a successful future lay before him. He believed that success lies in result, and the result was always materialistic.

In other words; cold, hard, cash. Yes, this is Kyouya Ootori, the Shadow King. Mother, and vice president of the Ouran High School Host Club.

The host club had finished for today. It was October, and the trees began to shed its sunset foliage. Kyouya Ootori flipped open his laptop, and already began calculating today's profits.

"Muuuummmmmyyyyy!" cried Tamaki, "Haruhi won't wear this dress I bought her! Wear it for Daddy, Haruuuuhhiiiiii"

"No thank you. The uniform suits me fine." She replied bluntly; which sent Tamaki to his depressing, growing mushroom corner pose.

"Tamaki," called Kyouya, his voice in a demanding tone.

Recovering quickly, Tamaki went over, pulling up a seat by the main oak table. "What is it, Kyouya?"

He hesitated, but went straight to the point. "Next month I will be taking a business trip with my father for two weeks. I need to find someone capable of handling the club's profits, findings, imports and advertising of such."

Tamaki's expression was blank. He pointed to himself. "Me?"

Kyouya adjusted his glasses. True, in any condition Tamaki would have taken charge, he makes all the final decisions after all, and he is a competent business man. But he had a feeling Yuzuru Souh would be calling in Tamaki into the Souh Empire soon, now was not the time to give him more worry over the host club. He had thought of Renge-chan, but sure enough she'd spend a fortune on the club's funds on something useless like a host club Yaoi fan movie. "No, I was thinking of training some one, Haruhi perhaps."

They called her over, and after some discussion she blatantly refused. It seemed Ranka-san had taken up several jobs, so Haruhi found it her responsibility to look after him even more.

Kyouya massaged the area between his eyebrows. Tamaki could feel his Shadow King aura creeping up. "Well this is troublesome."

"Now, now Kyouya," said Tamaki, shuffling back.

"Now should I employ one of my men from the Ootori group?" Kyouya said to himself under his breath.

Tamaki thought about it. An image of one of Kyouya's 'men in black', holding his clipboard and shadowing the members and guests freaked him out. He could hear the customers going, "Kya! That guy is creepy! Where is Kyouya-sama!"

"No need, no need, Kyouya!" panicked Tamaki, "We'll find someone!" he snapped his fingers, "Hikaru! Kaoru!" they appeared, and with quick instructions they zoomed away, looking for some one appropriate.

Kyouya gave Tamaki a worried look. "Perhaps I should decline this trip."

Tamaki slapped Kyouya on the back. "Isn't this a great chance for you, Kyouya?" he gave a sure smile. "And we can't close the host club for two weeks."

Releasing a long sigh, Kyouya pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose, and closed his laptop. "I suppose. I cannot allow a decrease of our annual profits." He just hoped that with whoever they found, they would do more good than harm. He would have to give this person thorough training for management of the club.

Back at the Ootori mansion, Kyouya was having dinner with his family. The October winds blew ribbons of crusty golden leaves into autumn's dance. But inside, all was still. The Ootori family ate in taciturn silence. Only the scraping of knives and forks could be heard.

"Kyouya," called his father, Yoshio Ootori, "I expect all things at school to be tied up by the end of this month."

"Yes father."

"This is an exceptional opportunity to introduce yourself to the business world, Kyouya. Do not let me down."

"Yes father."

"Do not get distracted by, the escort club, or whatever it is you do at school. I want your individual attention and focus on this trip. One hundred and ten percent, understood?"

"Yes, of course, father."

Success lies in result. And to Kyouya, result meant more than anything now.

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