The Music Of The Heart
Plot- Kyoya Ootori has never known what it's like to be in love. He didn't think he ever would, he didn't need love. But what happens when odd ends meet? As you know love can be found in the most unlikely of people and places.
Characters- Kyoya Ootori (main) seems to be a heartless business man, not able to be read by emotions, and is very good at getting what he wants he doesn't need love, but when his father is forced to sponsor a commoner girl will he find love in the last place he thought he could? In a commoner?
Kay (Main)- a red headed American who fell into a bit of bad luck when her parents both died in a horrifying train crash. After years of living on the streets or in the slums, barely scrapping by, an unlikely person shows up and supports her, offering to pay her admission to the most prestigious school in Japan, Ouran Academy. You have to take the good with the bad, so she takes the opportunity, but is forced to work for the Ootori's in her spare time exchanging for room and board. She hated Kyoya at first, but perhaps it's because they are so cold toward each other. Eventually will their hate turn to friendship and then turn to something more?
I looked at the large jet plane feeling very inferior. It was huge I had never seen something like this before. Then again I had never been able to go on an international travel either. I had meager savings, barely enough for food, so lets just say I didn't have time for travel. What was I doing here then you ask? Well, some rich business man walked in on me cleaning up the restaurant I worked in part time, but since I thought I was alone I was singing and dancing, around the tables, like a modern contemporary piece. (Flashback)
"he had it comin' he had it comin' heonly had himself to blame, If you'd have been there, if you'd a seen it i betcha you would have done the same"I went back into my speaking voice for the monologues that the song had dividing the verses. "You know how people have those little habits that get you down?...like Bernie, you see Bernie liked to chew gum, no not chew, pop, so one day I come home from work and I'm real irritated, and I'm looking for a little bit of sympathy, and there's Bernie, laying on the couch drinking a beer and chewin no not chewing poppin' and I told him I said if you pop that gum one more time…and he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots…in to his head." I danced twisting and contorting my body, spinning, using the rag I had to spin and accent the moves. "He had it coming he had it comin he only had himself to blame if youd a been there if you'd a heard I betcha you would have done the same!" It wasn't until I heard the applause when I stopped and my blood ran cold. I took my headphones and spun around, looking at a tall man in a suit. My eyes were frightened.
"What do you want with me?" I asked shakily.
"Nothing, I was just telling you you are a very talented singer, and I don't think I've ever seen anyone dance with more passion than you."
"Thank you, I can only dance a little bit of contemporary."
"Hmm…" he said stroking his chin thoughtfully. "How would you like to go to Japan?"
"J-japan? I don't have the money for that! What's in Japan for me anyway?" why the hell was I talking to this man? Just because he had a suit on? I didn't understand that.
"The prestigious school Ouran academy." He said. Wasn't that a rich kid school.
"I don't have the money." I said coldly the man chuckled making my Irish anger flare up.
"Oh my dear child, I think that your talent is worth investing in. I will pay for your tuition."
End Flashback.
And that is how I got here, with my meager belongings in a small carpet bag that used to belong to my mother. I waved goodbye to the family that I had been staying with. Mr. and Mrs. Torez were some of the nicest people ever. They told me to save my money, and didn't charge me for rent. I hugged them, them speaking to me in Spanish, "Meja, take care, don't get hurt, okay?" said her dark brown warm eyes crinkling a little with tears.
"Si," I responded in Spanish. "I will I promise!" I hugged them both.
"Miss Katrina!" the business man called.
"Coming!" I called back. "Please be careful I love you." I hugged them.
"Here take this." pressed one last thing into my hand before pushing me off toward the plane waving happily. The man took me by the arm and led me into the plane. My eyes widened to the size of plates,
"This is amazing!" my normally cold attitude was melted to show my true amazement at the splendor of the plane. He chuckled and my walls built back up again. I settled into reading a book until I remembered what had given me. I opened up the small package. A tamale, her famous tamales and the recipe card that came with it! As if I needed the recipe, I demanded her to teach me as soon as I tasted it. You haven't lived until you've tasted the magnificence of the Torez Tamales. Wo other things were tucked in the husk. A note telling m to be creful and that they loved me like there own daughter, and three hundred dollar bills. Holy shit! How the hell could they afford to give me this. The back of the note explained. It read, we give you the money to help you a little bit, we know it isn't much but we hope that it'll help in some way or the next-Love Mr. Antonio Torez and Mrs. Cecilia Torez. My eyes brimmed with tears but I held them back, not wanting to show that man how much I cared.
"Katrina, there is one thing I have to tell you. I will not be able to have you live with me, I don't think you would want to either, my son wouldn't leave you alone."
"Oh? How old is your son?"
"Sixteen. But do not fret, I have arranged for a good friend of mine to take care of you." How was I supposed to react to this? I could only hope that they were friendly.
Kyoya's POV
I finally woke up around noon the sun shining bright in to my eyes. At least no one tried to wake me up this morning. I was tired after being forced to stay up at all hours of the night to do Host Club financing. My phone rang loudly, causing a headache to form in my front lobe. It was Tamaki. Of course that idiot never knew when to leave someone alone. It was Sunday damn it! It's my day off. I answered it anyways.
"What do you want?" I growled into the phone.
"Kyoya! Mon ami! My father is bringing back a girl today, she's staying with you!" he exclaimed loudly in my ear.
"What? You're talking nonsense Tamaki." I ran a hand through my black hair. Tamaki sighed dramatically over the phone.
"My father say's he's bringing back a prodigy from America, he's enrolling her in Ouran!" he said slower.
"You know what, explain it better to me, we'll go get coffee." I said hanging up promptly after. My head was still groggy so he didn't make any sense. Fifteen minutes later, I was ready, I walked out the door and to meet Tamaki at our favorite coffee house. He was already sitting there in all of his blond glory.
"KYOYA!OVER HERE!" he yelled waving his arms frantically. Idiot I sat down to find that he had already orders some fru-fru drink with whipped cream and chocolate and caramel.
"Coffee, Black." I told the waitress when she came up to ask me for my order. "So," I said turning to my blond headed 'husband' "What's all this about my family taking care of a prodigy?"Tamaki smiled stirring his drink a little bit.
"Yeah! Dad said that there's a girl that he want's to invest in. She's a singer and a dancer apparently." He frowned a little bit. "He said that he doesn't want me bugging her so she's living with your family. Oh and she doesn't know how to dance with a partner." He added as an after thought.
"Why didn't my father tell me about this." I pondered out loud. Tamaki shrugged slurping his drink noisily.
"So! I figured we could go see her!" he exclaimed smiling. "Come on let's go!" he said pulling me by the arm down the street, I could barely take the twenty out of my wallet and yell keep the change before he pulled me around the corner and out of sight. Damn that Suoh, he was always causing me to lose money unnecessarily.
"Tamaki, where exactly will she be?" I asked, pushing up my glasses as he dragged me along.
"At the airport silly!" Tamaki exclaimed continuing to pull me along as if I was some sort of ragdoll. I stopped him.
"Do you realy think that they are going to let two teenage kids see a private jet plane land?" he pouted. "Exactly. Now why don't you let me go back home, so I can sleep?" he just pouted some more and walked home with me.
"You're so boring Kyoya! Why don't we do something we don't need sleep that badly." I turned on him.
"Well, if you were actually able to use a budget maybe I wouldn't have to stay awake so late!" The two of us continued to bicker as we walked down the street.
Kay's POV
I felt someone shaking my shoulder awake.
"Miss? Miss? MISS?" exclaimed the steward in my ear. He was lucky that I didn't punch him, I had to have my sleep or I would be pissed off for a very large portion of the day. The man, Mr. Suoh his name was offered me his arm as we walked off the plane.
"Mr. Suoh? Where are my bags?" I asked. That carpet bag was the only thing left that I had of my mother. And my father's acoustic guitar!
"Don't fret my pet." (that sent shivers down my spine) "They are being sent to the Ootori's house, where you're staying."
"Oh, and to be able to stay there I work for room and board right?" He nodded solemnly. I hope it wasn't because I had to stay with the Ootori's or if it was because of the prospect of work that I was going to have to do. "Where are we going?" now the man was leading me down a street with a bunch of really nice shops.
"You'll see in a minute." I was getting increasingly worried, though my morals told me not to show it. The man, , was my patron and the reason I was going to one of the most prestigious schools in Japan, but something told me he was a bit of a pervert. We walked and stopped in front of the biggest most amazing music store I had ever seen! I ran in like a kid in a candy shop. THERE WAS EVERY INSTRUMENT EVER! Full rooms dedicated to it and it's music, the piano, clarinet, trumpet, digeridoo, oboe, acoustic guitar, and….the holy grail of all music, the electric guitar. Not to mentio there was anything you would ever need, amps, headsets, recording equipment, microphones, and sheet music sheet music sheet music galore! They even had a little guitar hero station (It's a guilty pleasure.) I turned to , eyes as wide as plates. He chuckled.
"I want you to pick out your favorite instrument in this store, and I'll buy it for you." He said. I graciously bowed my head.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH!" I exclaimed. "You hav ebno idea how much this means to me." Then I ran over to, what else the electric guitar room. I looked and looked and looked until I found the perfect guitar. She was cherry red, and angled perfectly. Paired with a union jack guitar pick I was set to go to town with this bad boy. I took it off the wall and it was like I was in heaven. It was balance, and perfection! I almost expected the holy choir to start singing and Jesus himself to come down and tell me, 'Katrina O'Reilly, it was written in the stars, that you and this guitar were destined for each other, go kick ass.' And then he would rise back up to the sky. Then I ran over to find probab;y the most awesome guitar music book ever, it had green day, and my chemical romance, and All American Rejects. How this book got into Japan was a pretty good question, but I was so happy I didn't really care.
"That one?" Mr. Suoh asked. I nodded happily. He went to the front counter and purchased it. "There's a recording studio here, I am rather interested in what you would sound like professionally." I walked overran got in the booth, the awesome Australian owner of the store explained to me how it worked smiling. Then he walked over to play the digeridoo.
"What do you want me to sing?" I asked biting my lip. I loved to sing, but I never thought that I was an good at it. I wasn't even very involved in music other than school. I stayed after and (the proper choir teacher) taught me the opera and Broadway music that I sang, Emily (a good friend of mine, the assistant choir director) taught me how to control my voice to sing pop and rock music. Matt the pianist taught me o play dad's acoustic guitar, as well as the clarinet, violin, and the piano. Let's just say that I spent a lot of time in the choir room and auditorium after school. In fact Emily told me she had never seen me smile until I was singing after school.
"Anything!" he exclaimed smiling. Okay well that narrowed it down a bit, thank you Mr. Suoh. I sucked in a breath and decided to sing a capella (or without music to those of you non musical folk)
"Every night in my dreams I see you I feel you, that is how I know you go on, far across the distance and spaces between us, you have come to show you go on, near far where ever you are I believe in my heart that the heart does go on once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart and my heart will go on and on. Love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime, and never let go till were gone, Love was when I loved you one true time I hold to in my life we'll always go on." I launched into the chorus again "Near far wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on once more you opened the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on you're here there's nothing I fear, and I know that my heart will go on, we'll stay forever this way, you are safe inn my heart and my heart will go on and on…" I sang with my eyes closed fearing the reaction. I couldn't sound good! What would do? Send me back to America? I opened one eye to see, everyone gaping at me, including the store owner who had abandoned his digeridoo, and several customers. Mr. Suoh himself gaped for a bit but then smiled as if to say, 'Yeah, I'm financing her'.
"Come now Kay, let's get you to the Ootori's house." I heard gasps and murmuring about me, they said things like,
'She was amazing' and 'how can anyone possibly be that good?' the store owner came up to me and gave me a book on 'Country theme songs'.
"I think you would enjoy this luv." He said. "I certainly hope to see you again, the book is on the house."
"Thank you so much sir!" I exclaimed walking out the door and getting into a limo. (LIMO!)
Kyoya's POV
I got back to my house and of course that idiot didn't want to leave, so he and I hung out. Then I heard my father get home, and call me to his office. I turned to Tamaki as I got up.
"Don't touch anything."I instructed. I knocked on my father's office door.
"Come in." I did so. "Kyoya." He greeted/stated.
"Father."
"As you seem to know now, there is going to be a young lady who's going to be staying with us." I nodded, this was probably the girl Tamaki had been referring to earlier. "However, I'm also aware that she is going to work for her room and board." Hmm that was interesting. I wonder why she had to do that. "Pretty much she's going to be a new maid, but I don't need one, and your brothers both already have one." He paused to take a sip out of a china cup that was sitting on his immaculate desk. "So I'm giving her to you, make sure she is taken care of, I don't have time to be bothered with her." He instructed and then dismissed me with a wave of the hand." Tamaki was waiting for me in my room eagerly, like the faithful puppy he was. Idiot.
"Soooo….What happened?" he asked at first trying to act nonchalant (pshh as if Tamaki could do that, I mean come on, it's TAMAKI) and then pouncing on me for information.
"Father just told me that the girl is to be my new personal maid." I said pushing up my glasses and opening up the book I was reading for literature.
"WHAT!" Tamaki exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.
"Not so loud. And you heard me."
Tamaki made a 'ponder' face. "Why would she have to work? AND FOR THE SHADOW KING NO LESS!"
"You're so loud!" my head ache from earlier was coming back. "I was wondering that myself, and what was wrong with her working for me? It's not like I'm going to hurt her." Tamaki just began to stutter, when I heard the door open. I opened my door and peeked through. Mr. Suoh and a short redheaded girl. The girl who was to be my new maid. Hm this was going to be interesting.