Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.
Author's Note: Heyo peoples of the fictionnet! This is my first Ouran fan-fic, so I hope you can all find something you enjoy about it! If it's not your thing, that's cool too! Everyone has their own tastes and I see no reason to complain about other people's likes and dislikes.
Okay, so, I just wanted to explain who Kyoto is before you jump into the story, otherwise you might be confused. Basically, he's more or less a "delinquent" version of Kyoya. You can find more about him on my DA, SpazzyCodeRed. Also, I would like to remind everyone that this is fan-fiction. While this story does more or less start off in the canon universe, so to speak, it will not follow the canon story-line. It would be kind of impossible to follow it regardless of if I actually wanted to or not. ;3
Chapter 1: Doppelgänger
Music Room 3. The Host Club. A place where handsome young men with too much time on their hands entertain beautiful young maidens who also have way too much time on their hands. This is the story of how the Host Club got a new, and possibly unwanted, member. How? Well, it starts off like this:
It was a day like any other. Just a normal day... by Host Club standards (which are not that normal at all, but, whatever). Honey was eating sweets as Mori sat dutifully next to him, the twins where being mischievous, Haruhi was making commoners coffee for the umpteenth time that day, and Kyoya was typing away on his keyboard. Tamaki, of course, was, as always, putting his charm on full throttle for his guests. Kasanoda wasn't there, he had other business to attend to, and Renge... well, Renge just shows up out of the blue anyhow, so it's impossible to say where she is before doing so.
"Mitsukuni," Mori said in his low voice. Honey grinned at him, happiness rolling off him in waves.
"Yes Takashi?" he inquired cheerfully.
"Frosting." Mori wiped the white cream off the side of Honey's mouth, licking it off his finger nonchalantly. The girls around them squealed.
"If you do that, they'll think you're like us," the twins chimed in unison, their arms linked and identical smirks on their faces.
"So, who tops?" Hikaru asked teasingly.
"It's not nice to pry," Kaoru berated his twin playfully.
"Oh really?" Hikaru raised an eyebrow. "You're just as curious as I am."
"That's besides the point." Kaoru pouted, looking away from Hikaru. "Why are you so interested in them anyways?"
Hikaru cupped Kaoru's face, turning his brother back towards him. "Are you perhaps jealous?"
Kaoru blushed. "No! Why would I be?"
Hikaru smiled, bringing his twin's hand up to his lips. "Don't worry, Kaoru, you're the only one for me."
The girls around them went wild at the "brotherly love" scene before them, several even fainting. Haruhi glanced over at them, shaking her head and sighing.
"What's wrong Fujioka-kun?" one of the girls she was chatting with frowned.
"Oh, nothing. Hikaru and Kaoru are just making a fuss again," she said. The girl smiled.
"I know, isn't it just lovely? The fact that they're so close, I mean."
Haruhi gave her a thoughtful look. "I suppose it is."
The day continued on until it was time to send the ladies on their way.
"Farewell, my lovely maidens!" Tamaki called after them as the last of the girls left.
"We made more than usual today," Kyoya stated coolly, pushing up his glasses. "There was at least a twenty-five percent increase in sales."
"All you ever talk about is money," Tamaki complained. Putting an arm around his friend's shoulders, and raising the other above them, he said, "You have to think bigger! It's about love and making our beautiful maidens smile!"
"Tamaki-senpai, if you keep acting like that, you're never going to get a girlfriend," Haruhi deadpanned.
"I don't need a girlfriend!" Tamaki declared, reaching towards Haruhi to embrace her. "I have my darling daughter!"
She side-stepped, making Tamaki almost fall flat on his face. "You're not my dad."
Tamaki drooped, going to his gloomy corner and sobbing softly. The others ignored him, their attention drawn to the side-door into the Music Room cracking open and Belzeneff poking out from behind the door.
"Uh, Nekozawa-senpai, what are you doing?" Haruhi had walked over to the door, pulling it open further to reveal the Black Magic Club's President. He shuffled forward, appearing more uneasy than usual and nervously whispering to his cat puppet. He shied away from the curious gazes of the Host Club. Clearing his throat, he glanced in Kyoya's direction.
"Um, Ootori-san, we have a bit of a... problem," he mumbled. Kyoya watched him with raised eyebrows, saying nothing.
"A problem? Did you get into a fight with Kirimi-chan?" Tamaki asked, suddenly standing in front of Nekozawa with a worried expression.
"No, we're just fine, thank you. And the problem is as much yours as it is mine."
The Host Club members exchanged looks with each other, wondering what this "problem" was.
"Would you care to explain?" Kyoya said with narrowed eyes. Nekozawa nodded.
"It all started a couple days ago. Some black magic items I had purchased for the club arrived and a mirror I had never seen before was among them. A note was attached that said it was a free gift included with my purchase, so I set it up for display, not knowing what it was for, since I thought that it would add a nice touch to the club. Then, yesterday, that self-proclaimed manager of yours showed up and told me that her offer to give me a makeover was still valid. I kindly declined it again and asked if she wanted to join the Black Magic Club. She said that she didn't have the time, but would visit again. As she was leaving, she dropped a photo of Ootori-san without realizing it and went on her way. I was about to stop her, but it disappeared after falling by the mirror, so I thought maybe I had just imagined it. However, when I came in today, he was standing in the middle of the room." Nekozawa pointed at Kyoya. Tamaki, who had gone pale at the mention of black magic, turned to give Kyoya a confused look.
"I'm sorry, but I don't recall being in that vicinity of Ouran today or any time recently, for that matter," Kyoya said simply.
"Yes, I know that you weren't there. You were there though."
"What you're saying isn't possible." Tamaki held his head in his hands as though it might explode. "How could Kyoya be there if he wasn't there. Unless..." Tamaki gasped. "Kyoya, do you have a twin!? How come you never told me!?"
Kyoya rolled his eyes. "Idiot, I'm not a twin."
"You have one now though," Nekozawa informed him. Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "Or, well, should I say doppelgänger?"
"A doppelgänger?" Tamaki frowned. "How'd he get a doppel-"
"Oh, Ume-kun, there you are," a voice that was oddly familiar cut off Tamaki. Familiar, yet different. "You know, while I was looking for you, I got into three fights. It was fun, or would've been if they weren't over so quickly."
Everyone turned to see another Kyoya leaning against the door frame, his hair wild, clothes disheveled, and a devious smirk on his lips, an air of seductiveness about him. He was watching Nekozawa with gleaming eyes.
"You! How did you get out? I tied you up and locked you in!"
The Host Club members would have been surprised by Nekozawa's out-of-character behavior if they weren't so shocked by the sight before them.
"That's easy, I have plenty of experience getting tied up. And some tying others up. As for being locked in the room, I just went out the window," he stated.
"What window?" Nekozawa asked.
"The one covered by that thick cur-" he cut off mid-sentence as he finally seemed to notice the others in the room. He jumped, startled, and glanced around in confusion. Realization flashed across his face and he shook his head lightly. "Well that certainly explains a lot." He turned back to Nekozawa. "Alright, Ume-kun, I believe you. I really am in an alternate reality."
"Alternate reality?" Haruhi inquired, the first to come out of shock.
"Yeah, apparently I came here through some mirror." He shrugged, as if the situation was completely fine with him.
"Send him back," Kyoya said, "I already have enough children to babysit."
"I can't go back."
"Oh really?"
"The mirror's broken..." Nekozawa admitted, backing away slowly. "And I don't particularly want to get jumped in the middle of the night so he's not staying with me."
Nekozawa was out the door before anyone could stop him.
"What'd you do to make him move so quick?" Hikaru asked quizzically.
"I tried jumping him as soon as I saw him." He frowned, then looked as though a thought had suddenly struck him. "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. As you're presumably aware, I'm Kyoya Ootori. However, I go by Kyoto. So, if you wouldn't mind, please call me by my nickname. It would definitely be less confusing in our current... situation."
Kyoya sighed, pushed up his glasses, gave Kyoto a scrutinizing once-over, turned to Haruhi, and said, "He's your responsibility, any trouble he causes will be your problem. Likewise, any income he procures us, goes towards your debt."
Kyoto snickered at the word debt, bemused. "You have a debt?"
Haruhi groaned, rubbing a hand against her forehead. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Two words: priceless vase." With that, Kyoya left, closely followed by the others. The twins mingled just outside the room, waiting for Haruhi who remained inside with Kyoto.
"I'm not taking you home." She strolled toward the door and, just as she reached it, threw a, "You can sleep here." over her shoulder before going off with the twins. Kyoto stood in the center of the room feeling very much like he had when he found himself in Nekozawa's clubroom. Alone.
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