Disclaimer: Do not own Ouran High School Host Club. This is just a fan's work.
Ootori Kyouya was a simple person which many would have thought odd since he didn't seem all that simple. What with his organizational skills that confused many, and with his mind full of ideas, he didn't seem the model of simplicity. But he was.
He wanted everything and really, that's simple enough. If you asked him anyway; which nobody would do because who knew what his answer would be. Or if he'd even be feeling up to the challenge of answering you.
Money was simple. A 500 yen coin was always worth 500 yen. A 2,000 yen bill was always worth 2,000 yen. Simple. You never had to think about it too much and Kyouya liked the break. After all, remembering all the things he remembered made his mind tired every once in a while. He couldn't afford to do it too often, too much riding on one mistake.
Sometimes when he'd look at the others, and he thought how they thought they were simple. But they weren't. Not in the least bit. No, Kyouya thought they were so complex that they had no idea how so.
They didn't know what they wanted. Not really. He did.
Like he had said before, he wanted everything. How simple was everything? Very simple.
Others might say 'I want something, but not everything' or 'I think I want something, but anything would be better than nothing'. How confusing. What was 'something'? Did they even know? Probably not.
Emotions were complex too so Kyouya tried to keep those at a minimum. It wasn't to say that he didn't feel; he just tried to not feel a lot. Fake emotions were fine because you weren't actually sad or you were not actually hurt. But if they stopped being fake, your heart and mind could get too cluttered and you might do things. Kyouya didn't have the space to let his mind get muddled with emotions. Nor did he have the chances to do certain things.
Being human wasn't simple, though. Being human meant having confusing feelings, to be greedy, and to be one of the most complicated beings in the universe.
Once in a while, after having to deal with his father's cold stares, competitions, business books he didn't have to read but read anyway, being near his older brothers, keeping all his plastic emotions in a neat line; Kyouya stops being simple. He runs into his room and flops down on his bed and screams into a pillow. He cries once in a while and his heart burns. Not with grief but with annoyance that it isn't allowed to do more. He'll punch his pillow and come up with horrible names for certain people.
When he stops, his face slips back to an apathetic look and he calms himself down and goes to begin another business book that might teach him something he doesn't know.
He couldn't afford to be anything but simple.
Notes: So, I wanted to try (try being the key word here) to write Kyouya. He isn't my favorite but I think he's interesting.