A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first story! YAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than Mizuki and the stuff you don't already recognize

On with the story!

(EDIT: THIS BE A REWRITE)

Kyoya's Pov:

Soft violin music floated through the chandelier-filled air as couples whirled below on the dance floor. Tuxedo-clad sharks stood about in groups talking silently to each other. All in all, it was a normal business party. 7-year-old Kyoya Ootori stood by his father, hesitant to venture into the scary maze of verbal traps, lies, and deceit.

"Kyoya," ordered his father. "Make connections with the children of these men. They may be beneficial in the future."

He was not stupid. He knew that disobeying his father would lead to severe punishment, so he bowed and muttered, "Yes, Father," before making his way through the groups of businessmen.

Looking around, Kyoya spotted a small figure sitting on a chair just off of the dance floor. Hoping for a possible business contract, he made his way through the swirling dresses to the—girl, he observed—sitting by the side of the large ballroom. As he approached her, the first thing he noticed were her eyes, a startling silver instead of a dull gray like he had previously imagined. She wore a beautiful dark green knee-length dress with ruffles down the skirt. Her ebony hair was done in an elaborate updo with a silver crescent moon pin holding it all together. However, the most unusual thing about the girl was the silver chain clasped around her neck, from which hung a black teardrop, like the dark half of the yin yang symbol.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked.

Startled, she looked up, but her face settled quickly into a composed mask. Kyoya was taken aback. This girl could not have been more that 6 years old, and yet she was already wearing the cold, calculating mask donned by all of Japan's aristocracy.

S she smiled demurely. "I'd love to."

He led her onto the dance floor, and they began to waltz amid the swirling couples as a new song began to play: "The Girl with Flaxen Hair," by Debussy.

"I love this song," she murmured as they spun around. Her eyes lit up and a beaming smile stretched across her face, breaking the mask easily. It was a beautiful smile, he thought, and he decided that it was much better than the faux grins of the adults and other children around them. However,

"Why?" he wondered. The song sounded nice, sure, but other than that, he couldn't understand what made it so special.

"Because it is beautifully gentle and expressive," she replied, her smile softening as she stared into nothingness. "You can feel the emotions of the musician when the song is played. Such raw feelings are incredibly rare in this world, are they not?"

He smirked, understanding perfectly. "And the party?" he inquired, trying to make conversation.

In a flash, her mask was back on. Kyoya was taken aback. He missed her true nature already. It was a breath of fresh air in the stifling atmosphere of the party.

"Please," he almost pleaded, because of course, Ootoris did not plead, "Let's both take the masks off."

The girl looked mildly surprised, but gave him an impish grin, which he took to be a resounding agreement as he lowered his guard as well.

She smirked. "The food is excellent. However, if you are asking about the people, let's just say that they're about as real as that lady's hair, present company excepted, of course," she pointed across the room at the obviously fake wig sitting on top of a stick-thin woman.

Kyoya almost choked on air. This girl was perceptive, he would give her that, with a wonderful sense of humor. He was even beginning to have a little bit of fun at this party for once. "May I ask why?" he chuckled, wanting to know if she was as observant as he gave her credit for.

She raised her eyebrows. "Now, you don't actually think these compliments flying around the room are genuine, do you? The business world is full of double meanings, and everyone always has it out for each other."

A Cheshire cat smile spread across his face. "Of course not, but you are very well informed for your age to know that already."

"As are you," she smirked. "After all, you are around my age, are you not?"

"Touché, touché" he grinned.

After their dance, Kyoya spent the rest of the night charming various heirs, heiresses, and company heads, but the image of the genuine girl with silver eyes never left his mind. As the night came to a close, he found himself at her side, just in time for the last dance. As the music started up, he extended his hand.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked again.

For the second time that night, she smiled and took his hand. "I'd love to."

As they waltzed, Kyoya remembered something he had been meaning to ask since he saw her.

"So, what's with the charm on your necklace?" he asked.

She glanced down at the necklace, smiled gently, and led him to the edge of the ballroom, unhooking the chain from around her neck. The pendant sparkled with a dark beauty as it sat in her palm. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a locket, the keyhole almost too small to see.

"This is probably the most important thing I own. It contains a picture of the people I love most. Look," she pulled the small moon pin from her hair and unlocked the black teardrop. Inside laid a picture of another young girl almost opposite from the dark haired beauty standing before him. The girl in the picture had light blonde hair and golden eyes, like the sun, while the girl before him had dark ebony hair and silver eyes, like the moon. She snapped the locket shut and returned the pin to her hair, which had spilled down to her shoulders.

"Besides," she said softly. "It is an inspirational symbol for the world." When he looked at her quizzically, she grinned and elaborated.

"You see all this black? Everyone in the world has some evil in them. It's true. But," she gestured to the white dot on the pendant. "Even the most evil person has some good in them. You just have to find it." She placed the locket in his hand.

Kyoya was entranced. This young girl had such a profound understanding of the world, almost like she grew up too early, like he did. Right then, he knew he had found a kindred spirit, and he wanted to know more about her. However, before he could ask for her name,

"Haha," came one voice.

"—We found you!" finished another.

Two identical girls that looked like they had jumped straight out of the picture in the locket appeared behind the intriguing silver-eyed beauty and dragged her off before he could return her charm.

"Come on Mi-chan!" exclaimed one.

"We gotta go!" cheered the other.

With that, the three disappeared into the crowd, leaving Kyoya with the lock in his hand, staring after the most fascinating person he had ever seen in his life.

\\ LINE BREAK /

16-year-old Kyoya Ootori awoke with a start. Was it all a dream? He smiled as he caught a glimpse of a familiar crescent moon charm attached to his key ring. He had a feeling that this day would be an interesting day. But first, 3 cups of black coffee to help him survive whatever obnoxious idea Tamaki would have that day.