Fearful
Summary: Kazukiyo Souga: class representative of 1-A. His popularity-or lack thereof, his little luck with love, and his phobias have recently come to the attention of the Host Club. Of course, at first they forget about him, but when he strangely continues running in to random members, they become more intrigued. That cannot be good.
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About the character: I really love Kazukiyo...seriously, he's my favorite character, because I have a tendency to adore understated characters that have barely any fanfiction with them as a main character. I like his character a lot because he's sweet, shy, and afraid of...everything..., but really smart too. I find him a very interesting character.
It was free period and Kazukiyo Souga had just noticed something very...annoying.
It seemed that Kaoru Hitachiin had left one of his notebooks in the 1-A classroom. Somewhat paranoid about turning it into the office (the lady who worked there was nice enough, but the Principal could be around. And the Principal terrified him.) he seeked out the twin at the Host Club.
Opening the door, he entered, the faint scent of Sakura blossoms sickening him, to come face-to-face with several boys.
"Hello." One of them, a tall blond whom he recognized as Tamaki Suoh, said.
"Ah..hello. I would like to speak with Kaoru Hitachiin?" He vocalized politely.
"Why?" Tamaki seemed to be studying him.
"Because he left his notebook in class, and I felt it was my duty to return it." He blushed slightly as the boy kept passing his eyes over him, but kept a firm look on his face. "Would you please stop staring at me?"
Bursts of laughter came from behind Tamaki, and the blond frowned.
One of the twins came toward him (he was sure he was Kaoru) and took the notebook. "Thanks, Souga!"
Kazukiyo smiled serenely, and exited out the door as fast as he could. Hikaru came to stand by his brother, until they were in one of their usual positions: pressed together so one could barely see their right/left arms.
"Who was that?" Honey piped up from his post next to Mori.
Haruhi answered, indifferently. "That was Kazukiyo Souga. He's our class rep for 1-A."
"Oh...why'd he come, again?" Tamaki asked.
"Because it's his duty..." Hikaru piped up.
"To help people." Kaoru finished, smirking.
Kyoyu looked to Haruhi, who said. "You guys have seen him before. In the 'test of courage'."
The others-not including the Hitachiin twins- looked blank, and she rolled her eyes.
Then sounds of girls giggling outside reached the boys' (and one girl's) ears, and they got ready to greet their customers.
But Haruhi could see Tamaki's mental gears turning ever since he had seen the young 1-A representative.
That could not be good.
Said representative had begun to head home. He always walked home for...one reason or another. Kicking along a rock, he headed to the (very) rich side of town. He thought of his brief encounter with the super-popular 'host club'. The only ones of the club he really knew were Haruhi, Kaoru, and Hikaru. But he wasn't that close to them. He didn't have many friends, after all.
A Butler opened the door to the mansion owned by his father and mother.
He personally found the mansion far too big for his tastes. After all, there was only a multitude of help in the place, and barely any people who actually lived there, other than him, his mother, and his father.
And both parents were out who-knows-where that day.
Heading up to his room, the boy finished his homework efficiently and debated if he should turn on the television.
He decided he would (what could be there that was so bad?) and was immediately greeted with the sight of a gigantuan ghost who was somehow solid enough to hold a axe hack a human to bits.
"Ihhh!!!" He shrieked, turning off the television and consequently slamming himself in the face with the remote control.
"Owww..." He groaned, putting his head in his hands and looking down at his comforter.
He didn't turn on the television again. He grabbed a book instead. At least scary parts weren't so...visual.
At night, he turned on his small lamp, which cast a shadowy glow about the room when the actual lights turned off, and he went to sleep.
Or tried to.
Instead he tossed and turned in his bed, dreaming of ghost kitties with pickaxes and dead schoolboys brandishing notebooks like madmen.
In the middle of the night he rolled over, sighed, and headed to his bathroom, turning on the light before he entered, and grabbed some weak, cheap sleeping pills he bought himself, swallowing three, and went back to sleep.
There were no nightmares that time.
End chapter 1
AN/ Hope you liked it. I'm not sure how many people exactly are going to be reading this, because it's about such a underused character (seriously people, write more Kazukiyo), but if you able to read it-review it. Please. I enjoy reviews, and this is my first 'Ouran' fic, and I would really like to see what you think of it. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.