Okay the story starts off just before Kyouya meets Tamaki. I wanted to show when he first fell in love with Tamaki. I didn't want it to be random falling in love. I'm very sorry if there is any OCCness, I will try to have as little as I can, although I can't make any promises though. I will try to update this regularly, unlike my other stories. I plan to make this a full story, not just an oneshot, but who knows things happen. Enjoy.
Summary: Kyouya falls in love with the new student named Tamaki, will his love be returned or will Tamaki step on his heart and throw it in the dirt? Even if they can get together will their love really be a happy ever after? Can the two really be together when all that awaits them is hatred and pain?
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Rating: I will change the rating per chapter as I see fit. When there are lemons, limes or something even remotely close to those I will have xoxo in front of it and after it. M
The birds sung outside the gloomy house, happily basking in the bright light that seemed to make its way into the world each and every day without fail. Kyouya pushed his glasses up slightly, rubbing the bridged of his nose as he felt a pounding headache threaten to emerge. He sighed as he turned his computer off; saving the file he had been working on all through out the night. Kyouya being sufficient and quick as always had finished an essay his class had been given a few hours prior to school ending for the day leaving Kyouya with nothing to do, but work on the 10 paged essay about the American government and how it worked. Kyouya had to admit it was very easy to do since he had followed the world news since he was a young boy, under his father's orders of course but none the less he had followed it, and learnt about it all thoroughly.
Kyouya sighed once again as he stood up and looked around his large room, not one thing out of place. That was how his life was supposed to be, how it always was. Although just once he wanted to have something make him want to live and believe that life mattered. Of course this was just wishful thinking that his brain should have never conjured up in a million years, so his wish was discarded into the back of his brain in a safe which was to never be opened under any circumstances. He walked over to the window opening up the curtains, letting the light fill his room with its luminescent light for once. Kyouya noticed he was just in time to see his father leave, in the black sleek car he loved so much, for work.
Kyouya shuddered at having to have a discussion one-on-one with the man who proclaimed himself as his father, but didn't do anything but punish and give empty promises of freedom to his son who strived to be the top of everything just to try to get a little praise form his biological father. Kyouya always got praise from his nanny who he called, only in his mind, his mother. Although this was not enough to fulfill the need that etched at his core, that made him the hatful person he was. As much as Kyouya hated to admit that the thing he wanted the most was to be praised by his father, this would never happen in a million years though, someone would have to be an idiot to not know that. He had learned from an early age that to survive in his household he need to show no emotion at all, pretend nothing hurt him even if it did. He was not aloud to wear his heart on his sleeve as the saying goes. If he let his emotions show he would have surly tried to commit the worst sinister act he could think of; take his own life.
Kyouya watched his father's car travel down the long path way, toward the gate, before it reached out of sight, never to be seen for the rest of the long day that was ahead. Kyouya closed the curtains the light not only hurting his eyes, but also making the headache that had threatened earlier to explode come to life. Kyouya groined as he sat back down onto his bed wondering what to do for the day. His ever persistent frown showing on his face; it seemed to be glued there. Even if he thought he could change the person he had become, what was the point of changing? It would only bring more pain than he had already had in his life. He would have to face the wrath of his father; that in its self was more horrifying then anything he would get if he changed.
Kyouya looked at the picture of his family that was placed neatly on his dresser. He traced his finger slowly over the frame, looking over his father and two brothers. They were wearing black social suits with different coloured ties, his father was holding a cigar, and all three of them seemed to have a future a goal, a promise that seemed to wait for them. The three of them looked proper and seemed to show speak charisma with one glance. They seemed to only keep him around because of an unspoken goal. But what would become of him when they reached it?
In the background he was there, wearing his nicely pressed white high school uniform, frowning looking at the camera trying not to show any emotion. His mask fit perfectly in place during the entire photo shoot; he was able to get through it with out a single tear cascading down his cheek. He was always good at hiding his emotions. Kyouya was not like them, his so called family, all they had to do was get on their promised paths and aim for the top. Kyouya could not relax because he was the third son. He was not needed in the equation, his family most likely would be better if he hadn't been born into the world.
Even though he hated it, he had to support his brothers and not surpass them no matter what happened. That was why Kyouya decided to try painting, it seemed to calm him; the swirling colours seemed to let him pour his heart into them. Instead of having all his emotions bottled up. Kyouya wanted to see how much he could display his talent without going over the 'limits' of a third son, that was why painting was an excellent way to display his talents without surpassing his brothers in the corporate world. That is like having a canvas already set inside a formidable frame, and trying to create the best painting atop it. That was his role. If I enjoy it or not, is not an issue no matter what happens I must reach my goal and forsake all other things to reach it.
Kyouya's eldest brother graduated form medical school and was currently learning beside his father as the successor of the hospital. Kyouya's other brother was still in med school and planned to get into MBA after graduating to support his eldest brother. And himself, as the third son…had nothing. It did not matter though, as long as he showed no emotion, nor did anything to displease his family he would be fine, at least for a little while. The only person who seemed to care for him was his sister, Ootori Fuyumi. She seemed to know about his life and see deep into his soul. Deep enough to crack the mask he always wore. Although being the elder sister meant she would not be in the picture all she needed to do, being a female, was get married and live happily ever after. Although the man she married had to be from wealth or she would disgrace the family. Kyouya found the unwritten rules of the rich were stupid and most likely mad up on a whim; but what could he do, nothing, nothing at all.
Fuyumi seemed to see through why he wanted to go to the lodge that was owned by a famous fund manager. Never mind counting the stars, Kyouya wanted to see what his father was like. Was he as cold hearted as Kyouya's or was he kind and cared for his son. Though he wasn't the third son, it would still be interesting to see what his father was like. When she had asked the reason why he wanted to go, with her eyes boring into his, he couldn't lie to her, the one person who cared even the slightest for him. So, he had spilled his thoughts out in one long breath.
Fuyumi seemed to look at him forever, before saying, "My, my, my, Kyouya. You're going to disturb their lodge just for that reason?"
Kyouya answered from the desk he was sitting in, "I'm not disturbing them; they want me to go too. It's just a pure give-and-take."
"That sounds so impure already. Maybe they really want to observe the starts with you, you know? Isn't that romantic?" Fuyumi questioned. "A deepening friendship developing underneath the stars!"
Kyouya's sister could really be dense sometimes; the family was just inviting him over so they could hear about his father's next move in the corporate world, so that they could figure out there next move, and make more money then they would ever need in their lifetime. That's all it was, he didn't have time to have friends. They were a waste of time and not very helpful in situations were you really needed someone.
Kyouya shook his head at the memory. Looking at his clock he saw it was 12:38 am. Kyouya got up slowly running his hand through his hair. He walked down out of his room closing the door softly behind him. Kyouya walked down the stairs to get to the dining area to see if the cook had left anything out for lunch. The cook it seemed had, as a wonderful smell wafted from the dining room. He walked into the room only to see to see his father and brothers dining.
On the table was a marvelous feast, it seemed his father had come home from work early, that was a first. Kyouya dreaded looking up and facing his father and two brothers. Fuyumi had sadly left to go shopping, or something vaguely similar, it would seem since she wasn't in the room having brunch with the family. Kyouya took a seat at the end of the table to his fathers right, were he always sat. His father didn't look up but took a quick sip of his coffee, before putting it down on the table. Kyouya grabbed a plate putting a small portion of food onto it.
Kyouya's father, finally after a moment of bliss quietness, spoke not looking from the newspaper he was holding.
"Kyouya, today's the day that Suou's son transfers to Ouran, right?" Kyouya was a little surprised that his father would even speak to him, but his face held no surprise as he listened respectively, letting his father finish talking. "The Suou group and us have had deep relationships in many businesses. We are competitors and enemies in many of those businesses. Therefore, it wouldn't hurt to become friends with him."
Kyouya understood completely at that moment, he wanted to become closer to his enemy and the best way to do that was use his own son. Kyouya's father turned to him after a moment and said, "Be nice to your allies. Be even nicer to your enemies."
"Yes, father," Kyouya replied after a moment having known about the corporate world since he was little, Kyouya had time to understand the tragedy of the lying and cheating, just to get money.
"Keeping your grades at the top of the class is an achievement that your brothers have already accomplished. You should be quite aware that I would no longer be satisfied with just that."
"Yes, father," Kyouya repeated. He had a lot of confidence in being able to see through people and not letting them see through him. It didn't matter what kind of person the son of Suou group is; it would be a piece of cake to befriend him. Kyouya would do everything as his father wished.
Kyouya slowly finished his food he pushed his plate away and walked out of the room, bowing once before departing the room quickly. He walked up towards his room leaving the light turned off as he walked to his bed. Sitting down on the bed, the mattress sinking a little from the weight of his body, he turned on the computer. Kyouya tapped his long fingers along the side of the computer while he waited for it to load. Once it was load he opened up a search on Suou's son. As he searched he found out that Suou's son was named Suou Tamaki. More searching led to a picture of the boy and soon Kyouya had a mini biography about the boy. Suou Tamaki was the son of the Suou chairman had in a foreign country. Since he had no child with the now-divorced first wife, and in the end, the chairman had decided to take custody of him. 'The son of a mistress turning into the successor of Suou in one night, eh' it only happened in movies. It was unthinkable; never, even his wildest dreams did he think that something like that could have happened.
Kyouya laid his back on his bed staring up at the ceiling. The darkness was closing in around him. Only one thought went through his head as he felt himself give up to sleep, having not slept in almost 24 hours, was 'this persons is unbelievably lucky.'
The next day
"Class Rep and Vice Rep, follow me," the teacher said, leading the way towards the entrance room. "Let me introduce. This is Suou Tamaki."
Kyouya watched as the man named Tamaki rose from the brown chair he was sitting in. "Pleased to meet you," Tamaki said holding out his hand.
"This is the class rep, Ootori Kyouya, and vice rep, Jounouji Ayame," the teacher said introducing us. Kyouya was surprised by how welcoming he was toward the two of us. Kyouya was even more surprised when Tamaki rushed over to Ayame and held her hands saying, "Your hair is very straight and beautiful. Your heart must be as straight and beautiful as your hair."
Kyouya couldn't keep the surprise and disgust from filling his features at hearing the cheesy lines that poured from the blond's mouth. Ayame blushed as though Tamaki had just proposed or something equally cheesy. Kyouya's father wanted him to befriend that, this cheery, happy-go-lucky stranger. All Kyouya could think was 'Is this his French character?'
"Pleased to meet you, Ootori," Kyouya was quickly brought out of his musings as Tamaki held out his hand.
"Same here," Kyouya said putting on his fake mask, hiding his emotions, always for his father to be pleased. "Would you like me to give you a tour of the campus?"
"Absolutely," Tamaki said smiling. With that they both shook hands, showing the blooming of a fake friendship.
"Straight ahead is the West Campus. All the special classrooms are located there," Kyouya said leading Tamaki through the school.
"Oh, by the way, Ootori do you have a kotatsu in your home?" asked Tamaki stopping to a halt.
"Eh?" Kyouya said dumbstruck by the sudden question.
"You know, kotatsu!" Tamaki said before placing his hands to his chest continuing, "Kotatsus are so wonderful," with this he sat on the floor as he continued, "You sit directly on the floor, a lovely culture unique to Japan." Tamaki got up walking towards Kyouya. "I told myself I must sit inside one when I arrive in Japan, but we only have Western-styled rooms in our house." Tamaki's face grew sad as he said it.
'Oh, he's that type; the Japanese culture admiration that many foreigners possess.' Kyouya thought to himself quickly before saying,
"Unfortunately, we don't have any kotatsu at our house either. We do have traditional rooms, though." Kyouya said smiling slightly to be friendly.
Tamaki jumped away screaming, "What?" his mood seemed to do a 180 degree angle. 'Did I step on a mine or something?' Tamaki wondered slightly.
"I see. You don't have any Kotatsus. I'm sorry, Ootori."
"Eh?" Kyouya said again. This man was definitely very strange. Kyouya had never met a man who had mood swings so quick and rapidly.
"I must have said something careless without knowing it. Your family relationships aren't really good, are they?"
"Eh?" Kyouya said once again sounding like a broken record, as Tamaki walked up to Kyouya grasping his shoulder firmly.
"No, its okay. You don't have to hide it. They say kotatsus are symbols for family socializing, no?" Tamaki said acting over dramatic. Holding out a T.V. 'Wait,' thought Kyouya, 'were did he get that T.V.?' as Tamaki started talking again oblivious to Kyouya's dumbstruck expression. "In Japan family members kick each other under the kotatsu, have light fights as they watch costume variety shows, and build family trust and relationships like that, right? Oh yeah, mandarin oranges are a must, too.
"But…I see…Your family doesn't have one," Tamaki looked up at him with compassionate eyes.
"Let's put all these erroneous knowledge to the side," Kyouya said smiling, hiding his anger behind his ever persistent mask. "If you'd like, I could prepare a kotatsu in my house's traditional room."
Tamaki looked awestruck; dropping the T.V. Kyouya ever dumbstruck by this strange blond haired male repeated the same word, "Eh?"
"Thank you, Ootori!" Tamaki said jumping up and down happily. While Kyouya was stuck wondering where this man got all his energy from; Tamaki all the sudden jumped on him, wrapping his legs around his waist, as some form of affection. "You're my closest, no, BEST friend! Oh yeah, as a sign of friendship, I shall call you by your first name from now on!"
"Suou…umm…" Kyouya said trying to stop this man from crossing the line into friendship. Tamaki just ignored him as he jump of Kyouya, and started hoping again. Kyouya fell down onto the ground and could only stare at Tamaki.
"Bravo! Kyouya! Mon ami! Mon ami! Yahoo!" Tamaki yelled, with a little to much enthusiasm.
What a strange day it was definably going to be……..
That night
"My, my, my Kyouya," Fuyumi said holding a pair of dark pants in her hands. "You became close friends in one day?"
"I doubt he understands what it means to be close friends. I don't know if he's proficient Japanese or not," Kyouya said sitting at his desk, doing homework. "And about that, Fuyumi, please don't rummage through my drawers.
Fuyumi decided to comply with his request, instead of rummaging through them and messing up everything the maids had done that day for laundry; she started to try and place all his clothes back in the drawers.
'I've been dragged around at his pace all day. Well, at least I know he's pure idiot.' Kyouya thought. If Tamaki was an idiot than it would be easy to gain his trust, and get information for his father. After all he would do everything his father wished.
"Kyouya, you jam too much clothes in here," Fuyumi said after a moment, dragging Kyouya from his thoughts. "You can't get them back in once you take something out."
"Like I said, don't take any out," Kyouya replied. Sighing inwardly Kyouya got up, with his finished homework underneath one arm said, "I'm going to bed, good night."
"Night Kyouya," Fuyumi said absent mindedly, focusing all her energy on the clothes, and how to get them back in.
Kyouya walked towards his room, he placed his homework on the bedside table. Kyouya really was exhausted, going at the blond haired mans pace was awful. Where ever he got his energy was unbeknownst to him. Even if Kyouya wanted friends he would never want one that had enough energy for a hundred people. Kyouya down on his bed not going underneath the sheets, just staring up at his ceiling as he felt himself start to drift off to sleep.
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"Kyouya," a voice said above him. "Wake up." Kyouya opened one eye to see Tamaki towering over top of him. Kyouya's eyes widened as he tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by Tamaki.
"What are you-?" Kyouya started to ask before a pair of mists lips crashed down onto his. Kyouya opened his eyes even wider than they already had been. Tamaki had seemed to take advantage of his open mouth and slipped his tongue inside, tracing it over the top of his mouth. Kyouya shocked by the blond's behavior did nothing to stop it. Kyouya, after a moment, started to kiss Tamaki back.
The bed squeaked a little in protest, as Tamaki got up on the bed. Tamaki put his knees on both sides of Kyouya's waist. Tamaki cupped his hand underneath Kyouya's chin, making him lift it. Tamaki started to lick the flesh, which lined the neck. Kyouya moaned at the sensation he was receiving. Tamaki and Kyouya both panting hard started to kiss again, fighting for dominance.
Tamaki placed his hips on Kyouya's, rocking them firmly together. Both boys moaned in unison as the pleasure increased. They continued to kiss, breaths mingling with each other.
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Kyouya awoke with a start, sweat lingering on his body. He sat up, shaking slightly he reach up to rub his eyes quickly before looking at the clock. 2:00 in the morning. Kyouya was a little frightened at what had happened. He shook his head at the thoughts that seemed to pile up. He wasn't gay, and most definitely not attracted to that blond haired man, he wouldn't have even befriended him if it wasn't for his father.
He shook his head, his 'problem' seeming to residing already. He silently thanked whoever was listening in the world, and went to have a cold shower. He got up heading for the shower, wondering what brought this crazy nonsense. His thoughts drifted throughout the room as he got up and started to get ready for school already.
Hello I hoped you enjoyed the story so far. I will add another chapter soon. I really hope that people comment, even if it's just a smiley face or something….. I do love constructive criticism, that tells me what you didn't like and what I could do to change it. Thank-you for reading I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! I think the next chapter I will make it from Tamaki's view point…. maybe…
If anyone has an idea for a title I would love to hear your input, Thank you again.