This is my first OHSHC fanfic, so please be kind. This is only a little bit of fun :)

I shouldn't really be uploading this to be honest, anyone who is reading debts might be a bit annoyed that I haven't uploaded that in a while, but it's been such a hectic time lately with ... stuff.

Anyway, bon appetit my loves!

"baby it's those things you do, that make me think I'm falling for you,"

He had always wanted to show what he was like, behind those glasses.

Kyouya Ootori; the next heir to the Ootori family.

It had a ring to it.

But no girl had a ring, of his anyway.

Sat in Music Room three as the host club was still in full swing, our beloved Shadow King re-ran last night's conversation with his father in his mind.


The Ootori Household

They were sat at the dinner table, all of them. Kyouya, his father, his two brothers and for a change, Fuyumi.

Silence fell over them as usual.

Kyouya kept his gaze away from anyone else, that was until his name was spoken.

"Kyouya," his father said quickly.

"Yes father?" Kyouya asked, looking directly at him with a glint to his glasses.

"It is my wish that you find a bride before the end of this year," the older man stated formally.

Kyouya showed no emotion. "Yes father,"

"Why?" Fuyumi asked, almost outraged and dropping her knife and fork from her hands.

Everyone at the table turned to Fuyumi.

"And why not, Fuyumi?" Ootori asked calmly.

Fuyumi burnt bright red, from anger or embarrassment, no one was sure. "Kyouya is only seventeen, he shouldn't be think of settling down,"

"You were only nineteen when you wed and you are happily married," their father stated.

"Happily married," Fuyumi muttered. "Of course I'm happily married in my arranged marriage."

"If you're only going to disagree with me then maybe next time you should not grace us with your presence,"

Kyouya nearly let a sigh of exasperation escape.

Fuyumi frowned. Kyouya had always been jealous of her natural ability to show emotion, she was similar to Tamaki in that way.

"Father," Fuyumi said carefully, looking up at said person. "Do you want us to be happy?"

"Of course I want you to be happy," he said dismissively, ending the conversation.

I have to find a bride, Kyouya thought carefully, picking up his glass of water.

Interesting.


Music Room Three

Kyouya tapped on his keyboard in his nonchalant way that told everyone to stay away. The numbers and figures in front of him made perfect sense to him, and he scrolled through them as though they were unimportant.

"Kyouya-sempai?" a delicate voice asked.

Kyouya brought his signature false smile to his lips, twisting to face the voice.

Three girls were stood with wide eyes, one of them a little bit closer to him, obviously the one who had spoken. Her hair was brought into a sleek ponytail at the back of her head, strands framing her pretty face.

"What can I do for you?" he asked politely, arms crossing in front of his body.

The girl smiled. "I was wondering when the next photo books would be coming out,"

Kyouya returned the smile, "I'm afraid that it is not scheduled to be on sale until February 14th,"

The girl gasped. "That's Valentines Day,"

"Yes," Kyouya nodded, his glasses flashing.

"Mommy!" the shrill cry of Tamaki reached Kyouya's ears.

"Excuse me, ladies," Kyouya said politely, nodding to them and flashing his glasses to the approaching Tamaki.

His blonde hair seemed wild, face bright red while his pupils were so small they were barely visible. "Those-those vile twins have our precious daughter!" Tamaki squealed, raising his knuckles to his lips to bite them.

Kyouya looked over to the twins, who were either side of his supposed daughter, Haruhi, who looked extremely bored.

Haruhi, Kyouya thought.

Slowly, a grin spread on the third son's face.

"Haruhi," he called over, clicking down his laptop and striding over to the brunette, a plan forming as he went.

"Kyouya-sempai?" Haruhi asked, watching as Kyouya approached her.

"I need to talk to you, outside," Kyouya ordered as discreetly as possible.

Haruhi's eyes narrowed. "My debt hasn't increased by any chance, Kyouya-sempai?"

Kyouya smiled, walking towards the door, feeling satisfied at Haruhi's footsteps behind him. "On the contrary, Fujioka, I've just found a way that I can eliminate your debt completely,"

Haruhi's already wide eyes widened, following Kyouya more intently, leaving a shocked host club behind.


A/N: not sure if that is what you were expecting?

I'm worried that I didn't really keep to the character's personalities that well =/.

Please REVIEW! :)

Niamh-chan! ^.^