Akito Making Sushi: Preface + Chapter 1.
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Disclaimer: Ouran Doesn't belong to me.
Preface.
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The Ootori sons were heartless, it wasn't that they were born without one, but more, they were never taught how to use it metaphorically. No the Ootori sons always used their hearts to their full capacity as a heart, a blood pumping organ of the body. They cared for their hearts by eating low cholesterol foods, and exercising appropriately… One of the positives in being a doctor you know all the medical cheats. It was this heartlessness that made the Ootori sons both good and bad doctors. They were good, no, the best in the medical field, in theory. But when it came to the practical side of things, the lack of heart made them sem as cruel heartless old men, which they were. So they feigned compassion and heart, as they had never known how to use these hearts that they were given.
I wouldn't say that it was all Mr. Ootori's fault for raising his sons heartless; it was their own fault for submitting to the game that Mr. Ootori chose to play. But because of this games his sons ended up with varying degrees of heartlessness. One might say that Akito had the most heart, being first born he hadn't to worry, his future was guaranteed. To a point this was true, but when the second born son came along, Akito had to begin fighting for attention with his father and so Akito had lost this battle of heart.
The second born son "Sebastian" (A/N:- Couldn't find the name of the second born son ANYWHERE!) would be said to have the second most amount of heart, which I guess you could say was true, but in reality Akito and Sebastion had the same amount of heart (which is roughly the same amount as the Grinch's in the beginning)
So you must be thinking that Kyoya would have no heart at all, well then you would be wrong! Kyoya had won the battle of the heart. Being in the host club and 'broadening his horizons' had shown Kyoya there was more to this world than just money, and that he should care for things.
This was the game that Mr. Ootori chose to play, and all he had to show for it was 2 heartless sons, and a son who feigned heartlessness, but used is connections, his power and his money, to care for those he loved most. It was this heart, and feigned heartlessness that allowed Kyoya to win the Heart race.
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Chapter 1.
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"In 8 weeks I shall officially step aside and allow my youngest son, Kyoya Ootori to step up and take full control of the Ootori estate."
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7 nights have passed.
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Akito Ootori, eldest son and rightful heir to the Ootori estate was busy making his way to a bar even further down in the social chain. Along the way he popped a few ecstasy tablets, and was riding along on a forbidden high, feeling as if nothing could touch him. Excitedly he stepped into 'Wonderland' and let himself sink into the blaring of the music. Akito's favorite thing about this district was that there was no bouncers, no one to stop him from entering, he made his way up to the bar and ordered their strongest drink, when suddenly a camera was shoved in his face, the paparazzi.
Groggily he grabbed his drink and pushed the reporter away, in the frenzy he forgot to pay, the bartender called out, security came in, next thing you know he was sitting on his arse in a puddle of muddy garbage water. His drink taken away from him. He sat there like that, in the drizzling rain for who knows how long when two finer looking gentlemen, not nearly as high as his class, but definitely rich, came out of the bar. They were wasted with a whore strung between them.
"Where too next milady?" There speech as loud and slurred from the affects of the alcohol.
"Transalcohol, they have a new bartender who hasn't a heart" The whore replied, she was wasted but looked like she could handle her alcohol better than them.
"Do they have anything good"
"Only the strongest drink in Japan... RocketFeul"
A limosine pulled in and the three got in, heading off to Transalcohol.
Akito hailed a cab, jumped in, "Transalcohol please"
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It was well past midnight when the taxi made it to the bar and the rain was pouring down, covering everything in a film of caught air pollution. It was a dreary looking bar, hidden deep in the unchartered waters of Commoners Land. There was no fancy neon sign advertising its presence. No security cameras or guards, no bouncer, or a huge line up to get in, instead there was a vibe, one of friendliness and welcoming, an open heart and he was drawn into its embrace. He slugged through the door and his mind made a run for the toilet, then thought better of it and made an exit through the nearest open exit, which happened to be his dropped jaw.
Transalcohol was a transvestite bar. The entire space was filled with them, with occasional non cross dressing person here and there. He looked to his left and saw the whore and her gentleman sitting in a corner, they were talking and laughing with other transvestites. He couldn't hear what they were saying not because of the music, but because the acoustics were so good. The music wasn't blearing, and had more of a lullaby sound, with a deep bass, which lulled you into a void, made you want to sway your hips and just let yourself be eaten, it probably didn't help that he was pumped up on drugs. Slowly he made his way over to the counter when a working cross dresser intercepted him, "Hey honey you look wasted, maybe you should go home, the new manager doesn't have a care in the world for people's health, he'll just let you get more and more drunk until you can no longer see in front of you"
Perfect, thought Akito, this is what he'd been looking for. "Hey, I don't need no help from some cross-dressing freak like you, now get outa my way" he pushed the cross dresser away.
"Hmpf" the cross dresser wacked his handbag over Akito's head, "People these days, have NO respect for ladies" Then he turned and walked out of the bar.
Akito made his way up to the bar, took out a wad of cash and said "as many rocketfeuls this will buy."
Everyone in the room went silent, as if the whole purpose of the quietness of the bar was so that people could hear a taboo word such as 'rocketfuel'.
The bar tender smiled a crooked smile and counted his money, "5 Rocketfuels coming up"
Akito looked back at the money and nearly had a heart attack, that amount of money would barely be enough to buy him a glass of water at Ouran Academy, let alone an alcoholic drink, yet here he was having 5 of the strongest drink in all of Japan with it... "Amazing" he whispered
The glasses were generously sized, filled with a clear substance that looked very much like lemonade. He picked up the glass closest to him and brought it to his face. He was nearly knocked out by the stench alone.
"Wow your brave!"
"And cute too"
"Hey you wanna get together later honey?"
"5 Rocketfuels, he must be CRAZY!"
"CHUG CHUG CHUG!"
A small crowd had begun to gather around him, just as a red headed man walked into the bar. Akito gulped down the first drink ad gasped for air…. 'WhY HADN'T SoMEoNE TolD Him ABOUT This!' his brain screamed at him. The red headed man made his way closer to the bar, as Akito chugged down another three, the crowd still cheering. He picked up the 5th rocketfuel, just as the red headed man was filled in by one of his friends.
"DON'T drink THAT!" yelled out the red headed cross dresser, as he pushed his way through the crowd.
*Random song and dance*
Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me,
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you?
Where were you?
Just a little late,
you found me, you found ME!
*End of Random song and dance*
Akito found a small crowd gatering around him, what was the big deal, he could handle the strongest drink his usual bar woud hand him. He gulped it down and gasped for air. Why hadn't someone told him about this polace sooner? He chugged down 3 more glasses, he had one left, when a red headed cross dresser walked into the bar. Cheers went up through the crowd, then they started to dissapate, back into the lull of the bar. He was beginning to feel dizzy, and the red headed crossdresser was coming closer, "Oh your a big idiot"
Akito, slumped out of the stool and lay on the floor dozing into a realm between sleep and insanity, whilst the redheaded crossdresser began yelling at the bar tender.