Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Ouran High School Host Club or any members used in this story except for Raven. I can wish I owned Kyoya all I want but that doesn't make it true. All of this is just a figment of my imagination.
The third son of the Ootori family made his way down the long hallway of his father's mansion, small wall sconces lit the way as he passed many doors that led to different areas. He ruffled his dark black hair with his right hand as he sighed and knocked on the closed door that led to his father's office. It was the one room that people were forbidden to enter without being called due to business that was always being conducted.
"Kyoya, come in." The muffled voice from behind the closed door chilled him to the bone as he wondered exactly why he had been called to his father's office. It was rare that someone was called to him and even rarer for that person to be unsure of the why. He opened the door half expecting for cold wind to knock him over but was pleasantly surprised when he was still standing.
"You summoned me father, might I ask why?" His father's cold eyes searched over him and Kyoya thought that for one moment he caught a small glimpse of hell.
"I called you here because it is coming closer to the time that I am to hand over my company." His father paused to look at Kyoya before continuing. Kyoya had a look of hope in his eyes although he was sure that his father would slash it down before the conversation was over.
"You have yet to show me your worth as an heir and instead have only disappointed me." Kyoya stared at his father in disbelief trying hard not to lose his composure. He had worked hard to surpass his brothers and had only done the opposite in his father's eyes.
"With all due respect, if I am but a failure in your eyes, why have you called me here to discuss your company?" Kyoya's voice remained calm and cool like always as he looked at his father completely stunned by the judgement he was receiving.
"You are to receive one final chance to prove yourself, although this is a challenge that you will not like. This host club business is nothing short of playtime and a waste of any talent that you may have gotten from the Ootori family. I have decided that as of tomorrow you will live differently in order to prove that you are much more than just a rich man." Kyoya was confused although he knew how much his father disapproved of the host club, which was his home. Kyoya felt more free when he was with the host club whether he admitted that or not. Kyoya was about to ask what his father meant until he was beaten to it, his question already answered.
"Kyoya, you have lived in privilege for all of your life, seventeen years of being handed most things on a silver platter. It is time for you to earn your title as an Ootori." This time Kyoya was unable to keep his mouth shut.
"What is it you mean by earning my title as an Ootori, you sound ridiculous father." Kyoya wanted to continue but the look he received from his father stopped him in his tracks and he bowed his head.
"As of tomorrow afternoon you are to live as a commoner, you will have to work for what you have. Prove to me that you can make it on your own merit for one year and you will have proven your worth to inherit the company and everything that comes with it. You will be given enough funds to start you off for one month. At the end of the month all funding will stop and you will have to have a job to support yourself, is that clear?" Kyoya nodded although he was still unsure why he had to live as a commoner.
"Yes father, you have made your point. But I must ask about school." Mr. Ootori shook his head and frowned, the disappointment evident in every feature of his face.
"Thank to headmaster Suoh you will remain at Ouran Academy although you will be living in a home that has been pre-decided. That is all that is to be discussed, you are dismissed."
"But father…"
"I said you are dismissed; now go and pack. You leaven tonight for your new home and your new life begins tomorrow." Kyoya knew there was no point in trying to continue the conversation; it had already ended in his father's mind. As of the next day he would live as a commoner, and he knew nothing about such a life. As he walked out from his father's office, he bowed his head and walked away feeling powerless.
Hello all, MysticalAffection here with an Ouran fiction.
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