I DON"T OWN OURAN.

"Father, you called for me." Kyoya closed the door behind him and arranged his glasses. He just came home from school and had to do some checking for the host's expenses. It was seldom that his father called for him especially now that his father chose to meet him in person.

His father sat on a chair, facing the window. Beside the chair was a table full of papers and a cup of tea. "I did." He answered plainly.

"I'm… quite surprised." Kyoya had to find simple words. His father motioned a hand for him to sit on the chair opposite his which was also fancied with decorations.

"I'm quite surprised too. I never thought I would have a need for a worthless son like you, Kyoya." Kyoya's father grinned as his son looked away from him. After a few moments of silence Kyoya shrugged and glanced at his father with a fake smile.

"Look over the table." Kyoya did as his father instructed and saw a picture of a young girl with long black hair draped over her slender shoulders. She had violet eyes and pallid complexion. It wasn't that that shocked him but actually, he knew her.

"She is Rika Yuki. Her father is the sole owner of a company which manufactures and finances researches for the development of new medicines. She's just a few years older than you so I'm making some arrangements. I met Mr. Yuki in a special gathering and we've talked about it. From now on, Rika is your fiancé."

"Father!" Kyoya almost shouted. "I haven't even reached eighteen. I have my own mind father, I won't do it." Kyoya immediately rose from his seat and was about to leave but halted as his father spoke again.

"Are you really that desperate to be disowned by this family?" his father's words were said plainly and calmly, almost an insult to Kyoya. "You know I don't like you and your attitude, Kyoya. I already knew on the day you were born you'd be a headache to me. You are completely different from your brothers, you know. They are good sons, as well as Fuyumi. You are far lower than them. You know well I'm not much impressed with you being at the top of your class. "

Kyoya clutched his fist. He wanted to release all his anger in to his father's head but he couldn't. That would be unwise. 'I hate you', Kyoya thought and a few curses followed suit in his mind. "You can't disobey me this time, Kyoya. Now leave!"

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"Hey Kyoya," Mimi, a regular customer of the host club, asked. Kyoya looked as if he was sick or deeply in thought of something.

"Yes?" Kyoya zapped out of his deep thoughts. "Ha ha… I'm sorry; it's just that I've been thinking about the host's financial problems." Kyoya smiled and scratched the back of his head. Kyoya took a sip from his cup.

"Oh, I can't believe a very rich boy like you would have to go through such problems, Kyoya. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault at all, Mimi. In fact, I am very pleased to have you as my number one customer." Kyoya had to say this to every girl he entertained. He thought of it as a business talk. Just then, a smiling Tamaki interrupted the girl's moment.

"If you don't mind, Mimi, I have to put your little date off. I have to talk with him. Thanks!" Tamaki pleaded, holding Mimi's hands with a very pleasing and convincing face.

"What is it, Tamaki?" Kyoya pushed his glasses as Tamaki pinned him on the wall with a very worried face. "You look stupid."

"I've heard about it, your new engagement with Rika-senpai. Why did you agree to it?" Tamaki punched on the wall as hard as he could but Kyoya kept his cool and smiled.

"You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. It's personal…" Kyoya gazed around. Each member of the host club was working hard, the twins, Hunny, Mori. "You better remove your hands on me because you're attracting some spectators here, Tamaki."

Tamaki looked around wearing his stupid face again, and before he knew it, Kyoya was gone from his sight.