Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club or its characters.
Summary: Ootori always won and Kyoya was no different. When Kyoya Ootori becomes obsessed with Haruhi Fujioka he will let nothing stand in his way. Kyoya is prepared to do whatever it takes to make her his, even if that means getting rid of the host club members one by one. (Kyoya is OOC).
This story is rated T for language, violence, and murder. You have been warned. The rating might change in future chapters.
Chapter 1: The Mind of the Beast
Kyoya Ootori didn't know when it had started. What the exact turn of events that had led to him being here, with his hands gently massaging the water from his wet hair with a towel while he waited for the woman of his dreams to exit the bathroom where she was currently vomiting her guts out.
Perhaps it had started with the vase. No, that wasn't quite right. It had started before that. It had started when the porcelain white doors of the third floor music room fell open with a crash revealing the first unsuspecting, and slightly unwilling, customer of the host club. He knew it then. He knew when he saw her light brown eyes slightly distorted in size by oversized grandfather glasses; it was her, the girl from the picture, the surprising scholarship student. He knew it was her, her oversized, faded sweater, her cheap, imitation leather loafers and baggy khaki pants, did nothing to hid the fact that she was a girl, and a beautiful one at that (though he was the only one to notice).
No that still wasn't quite right. It had started with a picture. The picture. The picture of a petite brunette young girl, who out of a stack of over 150 students, stood out. The scholarship student. The only student in all of Ouran that he didn't know. The beautiful Haruhi Fujioka.
Right away her picture had called to him. She was beautiful yes, with her long hair and pink mouth, but there was something else. Something that called and enchanted him; something that caused him time and again to open his black notebook and remove the slightly crumpled picture of the young girl who dared to immerse herself in a world were only those born to privilege prevailed. She stared out at him with eyes that pierced straight to the core. The moment he had seen her eyes it was all over for him. She had managed to find the one chink in his armor that he was unaware of and she has skewered the hell out of him, like a shish kabob. Before he had even met her she had already broken down his defenses. Even after he had met her he still felt it. She was the only one to ever realize who he was behind the mask, smile, and glasses, she was the only one who had bothered to try.
At first he had disregarded her as too poor to be of use, too plain to be worth pursuing, too simple to be worth the trouble. But like a siren she called to him. The mystery of her eyes and the depth of her gaze were too intriguing to be forgotten and ignored.
He could always feel her there, hidden between the folded back page of his notebook, her gaze burning a hole right through the black leather and burning his hands. It was embarrassing to admit that time and again in the middle of the night he would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about eyes, light brown eyes, only to feel her picture in his notebook pulsating, and burning, telling him to take another look. She was like gravity, constantly causing him to come back again and again for just another look.
Ever glance was always the last, or at least he tried to convince himself that it was. But like a drug he always needed another hit, just one more, to give him that final fix. What had started as simple inventory of the student that could be of use to him and the company, turned into a silent obsession; a silent and disgusting weakness that no matter how much reasoning he employed could not be overcome.
The worst part was that she didn't even know it. Unknowingly with a small smile and a simple carefree glance in a picture, she had cracked him; broken through his defenses and with a glance brought the whole wall tumbling down.
Yes it had started with a picture.
However he had been sure that with time that his weakness would be overcome, swept under the rug and forgotten. After all he was Kyoya Ootori. He did not experience those types of emotions. It was merely a moment of weakness, a result of inflamed hormones and pubescent fantasy of the opposite sex. He was intrigued because she was new, a novelty among the never changing faces of the rich and elite circle. With her arrival that day and the subsequent crack of the vase, so subliminal in its occurrence, breaking and cracking in the same moment as his walls as he gazed at the beautiful women who had unknowingly been torturing him for the past month. One look from her eyes, the eyes, that was all it took for him to realize that his life would never be the same.
At first he diluted his feeling to lust. As a simple and expected occurrence, but with time and with knowledge he knew it was more. The more he watched, the more he observed, the more he realized that the emotions he was feeling were way more than a simple crush. He was in love, obsessed with the young girl who could read him so easily, who was so perceptive of those around her and yet incredibly dense about herself.
But with this observation he also realized that he was not alone.
He was not the only one who had been captivated, enchanted, bewitched into loving her. All of them had fallen. Fallen like leaves in the fall, without a fuss or even understanding that they had fallen and would never be able to fall back and reattach themselves to life before.
Tamaki was the first to fall after Kyoya. He fell in love with her fragile nature and her ability to withstand his charms. Hikaru and Kaoru followed soon after, or perhaps it was simultaneous with Tamaki, ashamedly this was something that Kyoya managed to miss. He was so distracted by her presence that for the first week, like a moon stuck calf, he was unable to do anything other than observe her, taking tiny notes about the way her emotions changed her eyes and the pattern of hairs on the back of her neck.
By the time that he did notice they were already in love. They had fallen in love with her intelligence and perceptiveness, her ability to tell the difference between them. Kaoru was the first to realize his emotions but his love for his brother held him back from acting. Haruhi would never fall for him anyways though. Of this he was certain. He knew her well, very well. He knew she didn't like the twincest aspect of their relationship. He could tell in the way she remarked that the twincest angle did not seem like such an interesting selling point, he had seen the way she stiffened when the both approached her in their blatant sexual advances. She, like Kyoya, was disgusted with their obvious sexuality and Kaoru being the more sexual of the two was as disgusting as a pig with its ass in the mud.
Hikaru had a better chance, but the boy was clueless of his own feelings. This was lucky because she seemed to appreciate him for his impulsiveness and his willingness to express his mind, so much like her own bluntness. Although this was true he also knew that she was turned off by his jealousy. He was always putting his own thoughts and feelings above everyone else, if by some miracle he could overcome this, Kyoya might have to watch out for him as well.
Thankfully Honey and Mori were not too big of a problem. It grated on Kyoya's nerves enough knowing that Tamaki and the twins loved her, if he also had to start watching Honey and Mori as well he just might explode. They only loved Haruhi as a sister, well at least for now, he was starting to get suspicious of Mori's behavior so he would have to keep his eye on him.
As it was Tamaki was the only real threat. He knew that Haruhi would only settle for the best, and as much as he hated to admit it Tamaki came pretty close. He loved her, not as much as Kyoya did of course, however it was still evident. His actions, his ability time and time again to perceive her feelings, to cast aside his safety for her own, reveled just how deep the shinning prince of the Host club had fallen. However, luckily, Tamaki also had a vice. Tamaki was as vain as it was possible to be. This failing in his personality was the only one Kyoya could detect and one that Haruhi was quickly overcoming. Damn Tamaki and his impulsiveness, his ability to wear his heart on his sleeve was causing Kyoya to lose, in a game that Tamaki didn't even realize he was participating in.
Yes they loved her. And Kyoya knew he was quickly losing in the quest for her heart. If Tamaki realized that he loved her he could have her wrapped around his finger in the blink of an eye and Kyoya would be powerless to stop it
Luckily Ootoris always won.
It wasn't fair. He loved her first. He was the one who knew everything about her; her favorite food, her favorite color, her favorite book, her favorite type of underwear. He was the one who secretly followed her home time and time again to make sure she was not harmed. He was the one to install cameras in her house in order to secure her safety and his own peace of mind.
It was him and him alone.
He was the one who would do anything for her. In the blink of an eye he would bring the world to her feet if she so desired it. He would lie, cheat, steal, hurt, manipulate, coerce, bribe, kill, all for her, all she had to do was ask.
He was the one who took the trouble to ensure that she received the top scores on all her test. Although she was able to do so on her own, her intensive study habits so much like his own, he ensured that she was always ahead but more than a few mere points. He was the one who continually added to her debt making it near impossible for her to ever pay them back. If that happened she would leave them. Leave him. That was something he couldn't allow. He had been lonely for too long.
It was time to act. It was time to make his feelings know. Hopefully if he admitted things first then he could beat them all to the punch. Haruhi would have to seriously consider his revelation.
What made his decision to revel his feelings even better was that it seemed as if fate itself was working for him. Destiny was on his payroll. Kyoya had decided to wait; and just today it seemed as if he had waited too long. As if he had finally lost the small window of opportunity during which Haruhi was still oblivious to everyone's feelings about her. He remembered how his blood had run cold as he watched his best friend, his rival, his enemy jump into the sea after the woman who held their hearts in a vice tight grip. It was as if Tamaki's heart was attached to a string that Haruhi happened to be holding and as she fell she dragged him along with her. It hadn't even occurred to Tamaki to stop, to consider the height and danger, it was just instinct or love, or both that had caused him to jump without a backwards glance.
He had jumped risking his life all for her, Kyoya was thankful of course, Tamaki's jumping managed to save him the embarrassment of revealing to the host club just how much he cared for Haruhi. He was about to jump himself however Tamaki beat him to it. Although he planned on revealing to the host club his relation to Haruhi that would only happen once he had secured himself to her.
He hadn't thought of how that simple act on Tamaki's part could possibly ruin his chances with Haruhi. It wasn't until he saw Tamaki's feet flying over the side of the cliff, until he saw the stunned looks on both Honey and Mori's face that he realized it. Through actions alone he had shouted that he cared for Haruhi more than his own. He thought for sure that Haruhi would realize it as well. That she would realize Tamaki's feelings and that his love for her would her would cause her to love him back. But as fate would have it Tamaki's big mouth worked against him and now instead of having Haruhi blissfully in his arms they were fighting.
As he sat at the round table outside of the bathroom listening to the angel of his dreams expel all the crab that she had eaten violently from her stomach Kyoya couldn't help but smile. Now was his chance, he had to make Haruhi realize that he loved her before that idiot could. After all Ootoris never lose, and Kyoya wasn't about to be the first to break that habit.
Thank you for reading, sorry this chapter was pretty much just the ramblings of the shadow kings mind. If Kyoya freaked you out then thats a good thing... he gets crazier as time goes on.
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