Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
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Kyouya Ootori never had any romantic feelings in his life, nor had he ever held any emotions. As an Ootori, he was raised in a strict household where being the best in his school wouldn't please his father. Being the third son was difficult in many ways – there was the inferiority he had, as a potential candidate to be a successor of the Ootori family. Yet, he conquered every one of his family members, overachieved what both his brothers did, and bought over the Ootori company with the name K.O. To all business leaders, he was someone to be feared. At the age of 18, he successfully took over a multibillion dollar company– not something a normal eighteen year old man would do. He was sharp in every way possible and intelligent. A genius, many people praised. He was twenty, successful, rich, handsome, and everything a girl had hoped for. Girls swooned at the sight of him, but he only frowned upon them. A waste of time, he thought. The minutes you spend swooning over someone could be used in spending more time at your job and earning money.
He was named top bachelor of the year by several business magazines and was part of the Elite Seven – his role in the group was the Shadow King, for he managed all the funds and scheduled the events. The Elite Seven was a group formed by the seven richest families in Japan: together, they basically created the Japanese economy. Currently, there were only six of them – the seventh member of this group had not been revealed yet: Tamaki Suoh, a half-French half-Japanese medieval-like romanticist who is the superintendent of Ouran High School also known as "the idiot" to Kyouya for his inability to think properly on his own and for making idiotic decisions like going to commoner festivals. Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, sons of the Hitachiin family line (a very well-known brand between wealthy families), also known as the devils for their mischievous behavior. Even with their bad behavior, they were extremely famous among girls and were known as playboys. Mitsukuni Haninozuka (known as Honey), leader of the Haninozuka dojos, a devil in disguise for his ability in martial arts. Honey's outside image in an innocent lolita-shoto with a love for cake. Last but not least Takashi Morinozuka known for his stoic personality. A calm almost emotionless guy who is always protecting Mitsukini. Of course, all of them were probably the hottest bachelors in the country with hundreds of fanclubs dedicated to them.
Kyouya could care less about the fans. To Kyouya,there was nothing better in life to do than to work. That was the Ootori policy. Your entire life revolved around earning money – there was no time for romantic feelings, but then again, there was that pothead, Tamaki who charms any girl in sight with sweet words and a red rose. Speaking of the devil, he saw the blondie run towards him.
"Kyouyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, let's go to the commoner supermarket." Tamaki skipped down the hall and gave his best friend a hug. Kyouya glared from the corner of his eye. What did the idiot think he was doing? Hugging him in the middle of his company in front of almost all the staff? He quickly pushed him off and continued to walk, yet the bloody devil clung onto him like some parasite. It was embarrassing to see that the 20-year-old Tamaki still didn't grow up. He wanted to sigh. Then again, the Suoh families were very important business partners. Kyouya bit his lips and walked on, ignoring all the glances from the employees.
"There's a meeting 8:00 tonight at La Hibiscus. Don't be late. All of us will be there, including the Fujiokas." Tamaki informed, before giving Kyouya another hug and skipping off. Kyouya frowned. It was rare for all the Elite Seven to be there, something important must be up, especially if the Fujiokas are coming to the meeting. The Fujiokas were the ones who supported the club – they specialized in hotels, law firms, and schools. They were probably the wealthiest out of the group, but they didn't have a successor, more like... their successor has never shown up to any of the meetings. Kyouya pondered for a second, before walking towards his secretary.
"Can you reschedule the meeting with my father tonight? Something important came up and I have to attend." Kyouya tried to say nicely to the poor secretary who was nodding furiously. His tone made his comment sound like, 'If you don't change my schedule now, you'll be fired immediately. I don't need an incompetent secretary who can't even deal with the wrath of my father.' He walked off to his next meeting, before drowning himself with the latest news on the stock market. The Hitachiin twins called in asking him to model for some of their clothes. Honey came in and asked for his newly made batch of cakes ordered from France. And he had managed to finish the presentation he was going to make at Harvard University next week all within 4 hours. Overall, it was a very productive afternoon and soon he was driving to his house again.
"My apologies to my father. Could you please inform him that I will be attending an Elite Seven meeting at La Hibiscus, so he won't think that I'm skipping, of course." Kyouya told his bodyguard, who nodded. Then, Kyouya immersed himself in his laptop, scanning through the latest headlines. For, these silly news topics were good conversation starters. And more conversations with the rich meant more business for the Ootori family.
"Car accident causes three heads to blast off" Kyouya read quietly to himself before frowning. Apparently, these drunk potheads were driving with a high level of alcohol in their blood. Although it did bring more money to his hospital, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity towards them. The image of heads rolling off the streets with screaming children was never a good sight. Then again, it was their own fault for getting drunk, being high, and being in a blasted car accident. He sighed. The world was never an easy place to live in – you had to be careful or else you could die in a fatal accident. Most injuries could be fixed with modern technologies, but if vital parts decide to disconnect with your body, then you should be looking towards death.
"Master Ootori." Tabachana announced, holding the door out to him. Kyouya was so intangled into his own thoughts that he failed to notice that he had arrived. He quickly locked his computer with a bunch of terrifying long codes that were far beyond the knowledge of an normal person, but then again... Ootoris were never normal. They all had high IQ s of 200 – brilliant, but scary. The public thought of the Ootoris as mutilated babies: they MUST have went through some kind of brain transplant or maybe some radiation to have such a terrifying IQ. It wasn't just Kyouya who was a genius, but his entire family.
"Pick me up at 9:30." Kyouya said, before walking elegantly into the resturant. The moment he walked in, the girls went crazy. High pitched screams that were probably designed to break people's eardrums were heard. Even the waitress who was suppose to escort him to the room was foaming bubbles in her mouth. Yes, Kyouya Ootori was THAT handsome. A thud was heard when he gave one of the girls his host smile. He assumed that she fainted, before smirking again.
"KYOUUU-CHANNNN." Honey jumped towards Kyouya.
"Hello Mitsukuni," Kyouya greeted before taking a seat.
"Just like Kyouya, always on time." Hikaru pointed out, before rolling his eyes. "WE came early."
"I had a last minute meeting before I left. I, unlike you two, do not have the luxury of going to work and coming back as I please," Kyouya shot back. Hikaru pouted before sitting down.
"Now that we're all here, the Fujiokas have a very important announcement to make." Tamaki said, putting on his serious face. It was very rare to see Tamaki so calm. Kyouya took his seat near the corner and focused his attention on the old yet intimidating lady standing in the middle of the room. She was dressed in elegant Gucci clothes. Her face was gentle, but also stern.
"As you all know, I don't have an heir to my company. However, during these past years, I've been able to find the location of my granddaughter," she started. The entire room was silent. "As well, you guys have been informed of my cancer and the limit of my life." Another dead pause echoed the room. "Before my death, not only will I announce her as my heir, but also allow her to marry one of you."
"Could you first give us the name of your granddaughter?" Kyouya asked, irritated. How were any of them able to pursue her if they didn't know her identity first?
"I will not reveal her identity. It is her decision to choose, but I am certain that you will meet her at least once before she chooses one of you to be her prince charming," Fujioka grinned, before walking off.
Kyouya tried to process the information given to him. So first, that old lady wanted him to pursue any girl he meets in hopes that he charms her granddaughter?! Absolute bullshit. What if he charmed the wrong girl? That would bring a whole heck of trouble. Kyouya sighed, he might as well just let Tamaki win this one, even if the Fujiokas would've made a great deal to his family business. Actually, he was more afraid that the girl might be one of his crazy fangirls. He didn't want a squealing dumb wife – he wanted someone intelligent, yet worthy (high-classed) to be his wife, but those girls were rare these days. Actually, if he didn't know any better, there probably wasn't any. All the high-classed heiresses only cared about what kind of clothes they wore or what kind of skin product they used.
"Are you guys going to try and pursue her?" Tamaki asked, turning back to his pothead behavior again. It was only the six of them, so formalities weren't used.
"My lady, you shine beautifully like the brightest star in the sky." Tamaki said, holding out a rose to the waitress. She fainted.
"You're even beautiful when you lie on the ground, just like sleeping beauty." Tamaki sang. Kyouya was sure that the girl needed a defibrillator to revive her heart again.
"Tono, I think you're killing her." The twins said, dragging her corpse out. Kyouya secretly texted his bodyguards to bring the girl to the hospital – she could pay for her own medical bills later.
"It depends." Kyouya said, before sighing again. It wasn't an easy decision. He made a mental list of pros and cons. The pro section included getting a wife, which his father has been nagging him to do since he turned 18 and combining the Ootori family and the Fujiokas together. The con section included risking the fact that he might get an idiotic wife who only cared about images and didn't have a brain. So, he compromised with himself – only allowing himself to charm a girl with brains. A brainless girl could lick his shoes for all he cares. Yes, it was cruel, but this is the Ootoris we're talking about.
"What if she turns out to be really fat and ugly?" Hikaru asked.
"I don't look at the physical image." Kyouya said in a monotone. He might have to get some of his private detectors to look up who this Fujioka was.
"If she hates cake, then I don't think I'll like her." Honey said, frowning slightly. How could anyone ever hate cake?!
Little did they know, that their discussion was monitored by the one and only heir of the Fujiokas. Fujioka Haruhi. She was small, only 18 years old, but had a brilliant mind. She graduated from Harvard University with a degree in law when she was only 16 and she was a prodigy in piano. Of course, no one knew that she was a Fujioka. She preferred to call herself Haruhi Oguri (taken after her cross-gender father, Ranka Oguri). Most people were terrified of her. Her ability to turn a murderer into an innocent normal person stunned most people. She was one of the most brilliant lawyers in the US. She has a flawless record, never lost a case in her two-year career. Her job payed high, so she was able to supply herself and her father with what they needed. Her mother died when she was very young after being disinherited from her mother (who is the old Fujioka we mentioned above) for marrying a man who was an average commoner, yet Haruhi still loved her family even if they disowned her mother.
Haruhi was amazed when her grandmother, whom her mother told stories about when she was little, showed up on her doorsteps three months ago. It was impossible to find her. She destroyed her own records, created her own death, and changed everything about herself. Yet they still found her. She suspected that the Fujiokas did DNA tests on possibly everyone in the world to find her. Haruhi hidden her identity so well that not even the top spies could find her. All of them confirmed her dead, yet why didn't her grandma believe it? Haruhi was absolutely sure that the secret of her being a high-classed heiress was a secret. She didn't want to live the life of the rich. She didn't want to be cooped up in a building earning money and then spending it recklessly. Haruhi wanted to live the life that regular people lived, yet she still agreed to become the heir? If it wasn't for her grandma's pity story about how she has leukemia and will die in less than 6 months, she wouldn't have gotten stuck in this circle.
She cursed herself for being too nice to others and for not being able to deny her grandmother's favor. Now, she was stuck in this room with a TV in a Chanel dress probably worth more than her salary and choosing which one of these boys will she meet first. Truthfully, she didn't like any of them, but if it made her grandmother happy, she would go and meet them without revealing who she was. It was nice to see the inner core of a person before choosing them as her partner for life.
"Which one do you like?" Her grandma asked eagerly.
"None of them. They're all idiotics. None of their IQ scores could match mine." Haruhi shot back at her grandmother, who sighed. Her granddaughter was always blunt.
"What about Kyouya?" She asked.
"He's quiet. Interesting in a way. Mysterious, makes me want to find out more about him. But from the way he acts, he seems like an idiot. Not exactly an idiot, but he's too quiet. Cold. He has a rude tone, like he looks down on any one below him.."Haruhi replied looking away. She wasn't one of those average girls who drooled over these hot guys. She wasn't interested in love. She was only interested in winning law cases, becoming the most famous lawyer in the world, and succeeding her mother's dream.
"Even though his IQ level can't match up to yours, it does beat a majority of the population. Then again, no one can match up your IQ which is higher than the IQ charts. What about Tamaki?"
"The blond French idiot?"
"Yes, and don't call him an idiot. They're valuable partners."
"I don't like him. A player. A non-intelligent one who thinks he could get his own way through sweet words. Oh yes, I'd love to marry him."
"Your sarcasm always gets in the way."
"I appreciate that comment, just because they're physically attractive doesn't mean they'll get any girl they want. They'll never win my heart."
"You never know, you might falling in love with one of them."
"Over my dead body."
"What about the twins?"
"Assholes. They are fucking assholes. Physical appearances aren't everything. They're second to last on my list."
"Mori?"
"Maybe. He's too manly though, plus Honey always clings onto him."
"I'm assuming you don't like Honey?"
"I do, but I wouldn't marry him. He's too innocent for my liking. Also, if I did date him, I would seem like a pedophile. He'd be a good close friend though."
"I'm sure you'll like one of them."
"I rather marry Satan than one of them."
"Oh? Shall I retrieve Satan for you? Anything for my only heir."
"Only if you can."
"Kyouya would be perfect for you."
"Why do you say that?"
"Kyouya is the closest thing to Satan, known as the Shadow King."
"I thought he was known as the Low Pressure Demon Lord."
"Oh. oh. oh. So you've done your research on these boys."
"I should get to know them a little bit better before I go husband searching."
"I like the tone of your voice."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to marry them."
"You promised me."
"If there isn't a legal contract, then it wouldn't be official."
"I could always give you an arranged marriage. I do have parental control over you."
"Arranged marriages are illegal in the US. You will be fined up to five million dollars, if the victim decides to arrange a lawsuit against you."
"We're in Japan."
"If you forgotten, I'm still a US citizen."
"Your US passport will be denied if you don't go to the US every six months."
"I have a case there every month."
"Feisty, aren't you?"
"I'm going to put up a fight for my own rights. I'm not going to marry one of those idiotic potheads."
"Which one do you want to start with?"
"None of them. I'm leaving. This is wasting valuable time which I could spend on working on cases." Haruhi said. She was at her limit. This old lady was more annoying than she thought.
"Guards?" Her grandmother called. Haruhi cursed under her breath.
"I'll start with Kyouya." She muttered before stomping off. She changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt before walking out. Everyone who was in the restaurant gave her a disapproving stare. This IS a high-classed restaurant. How can a measly girl like her walk in here in the most disgusting clothes? Yet, none of the guards lunged at her even though she was wearing those clothes. Many of the people assumed that she was a new waitress, not noticing that in her bag was a custom-made Chanel dress.
Her grandmother sighed, before shaking her head. Once a commoner, always a commoner. She continued to watch the boys argue, before chuckling to herself. This was going to a hell of an interesting year. Yet, she was sure that none of the boys will be able resist Haruhi. Let the game begin.
