How to Kill an Ootori

by: moipaintsasmile

Summary: Kyouya/OC. There were three things Kyouya needed to know about his current predicament: 1) the Asahina is a well-known mafia clan, 2) Rinko is an Asahina and 3) Asahina Rinko confessed to him brazenly and already they had a date set tomorrow. She was a mafia member and he was, well… Kyouya.

Disclaimer: Hatori's, not mine. Takako and Rinko are both by-products of my imagination.

A/N: This story is a re-write.

I. Catch him off guard.

For once in his life, Kyouya has never seen himself arrested in a situation that caught his breath away. It was unlikely for someone to catch Ootori Kyouya off guard, much less leave him astounded and without a word. It was nearly impossible, actually. To do so might require a great amount of wit and talent or in this case—a well-aimed startling statement and enough proficiency to deter his self-possession. But as Kyouya sat on the divan pushed to one side of the room, his unblinking grey eyes glared at her in a vain attempt of intimidation. She was better at it. He tried to stifle a cough but failed. The whole room was silent and the other members of the host club held their breaths and tried not to make a sound.

Whoever allowed her in when club activities were out will have his head axed the moment he breaks out of his current predicament.

Kyouya appeared calm as he usually did but he was doubling his effort not to frown and not to crease his eyebrows. He found it hard to keep his face neutral.

"Asahina-san," Kyouya spoke in an attempt to keep his voice cool. He crossed his legs and lifted his chin to look at her. Her eyes. Don't look at those gold eyes. For the first time Kyouya could remember, he felt a tug of sudden fear. "There must have been a mistake."

"Mistake?" She lashed out one leg of a nearby end table and it broke with a crash against the wall. The whole room winced but kept its mouth shut. Kyouya made a mental note to make her pay ten times for the damage later. Or perhaps he can just add it up to Haruhi's debt. He didn't care either way. "You think I would put a sweat on coming here just to joke about wanting to go out with you? Get a grip on yourself. Haven't I made it clear?"

"I like you. Let's go out." Yes, she made it very clear. Kyouya understood very well. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, trying to buy time to think.

Asahina Rinko, the facts told him, belonged to a prominent family of yazukas. Their clan has been operating for three generations of men who inflicted terror upon people who came their way and she was succeeding, no doubt sent to inflict terror to Kyouya Ootori.

Just a few weeks ago, she transferred to their school with her right hand raised and with a promise of being a good girl. She tried, tried really hard and for her to do so was like trying to pivot the earth counterclockwise.

Months ago, Asahina was kicked out of her previous school for bullying and punching a guy straight to the face in broad daylight. She excused herself to the dean and said the boy needed a face lift (in its literal sense) and she was glad to do him a favor. No additional fees. No service charges. Without batting an eyelid, the upper office decided to expel her by unanimous voting.

After which, she had trouble getting admitted to other schools because of her unimaginable list of cases of delinquency. The moment her father took over and pulled some connections, Ouran High School allowed her in. And now, Kyouya was in enormous trouble.

"Tomorrow," she was talking before Kyouya managed to reorder his thoughts and keep his mind straight. She didn't bother to hear an answer, not after seeing Kyouya's obvious efforts to gather up his words and possibly turn her down. "4 p.m. at the park." She leaned closer and pressed a finger to his chest. "I'll murder you if you're late."

She left without another word and slammed the door loudly as the room fell back into silence. Kyouya waited for a minute to pass before he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. This was so not happening to him. Not to an Ootori. Not to Kyouya.

Silence resumed and the whole room listened to the quiet whirring of Kyouya's mind. Tamaki was the first to recover.

"Ha-ha." His laugh was mechanical, his smile strained. "So, that was... erm, outrageous. Kyouya, what do you—?"

The look on Kyouya's eyes almost made Tamaki swallow down his own tongue. None was said anymore.

A/N: There 'ya go. Reviews are very much appreciated.