Chapter one
A masculine figure sat at the desk and pushed up his glasses. "It seems that Kyouya will be having a new classmate today," he commented tonelessly. "Why yes father, are you interested in bocchan's classmates?" asked a tall figure to the left. "Normally, I could care less if they decided to transfer half of the class to Antarctica just because they just wanted to know if it was cold. This particular student interests me because of the lack of information. Even if we used our most advanced facilities, this was all we could gather on her", answered the seated figure irritably. He made his laptop face them and clicked the file name "Fujioka Haruka"
Click Fujioka, Haruka. About 4'9 in height has long black hair up to her waist, onyx eyes and fair skin. Orphaned twelve years ago, in an unnamed village. Her father was Fujioka Takeshi and her mother was Fujioka Sasame. Grades are excellent, especially in English, Science and Art. Ouran academy has just accepted her for scholarship due to her high grades.
"You are right outo-san. It's like a general profile that commoners see in school websites. Somebody must have guarded all the information regarding her. She is interesting. Why hide information about a scholarship student in Ouran anyway? Fujioka Haruhi had plenty of information about her anyway", said the figure to the left. "Or that this was made in a hurry. Like somebody wanted to post some general information about her so that she wouldn't be somebody to draw attention to", commented the figure to the right. "Yes, but because of the lack of information, our interest on her grew. I'm sure that the other families at Ouran are curious about this girl as well. You are right Daiko this lack of information also seems to be misleading so I am unsure of what step to take. However, I do want to know more about this Fujioka Haruka. I hope that she is better than that Fujioka Haruhi, if there is a chance that they are related. Kyouya, get in here!" said their father.
A teenage male entered the room. His glasses made it almost impossible to know what expression he was hiding. He bowed low before saying, "You called for me, outo-sama?" "Kyouya my son, have you any idea of how hard it will be for you to be the heir to the Ootori Company?" his father asked. Kyouya gave no answer, only a ghost of a frown grazed his face. Nevertheless, his father carried on, "I have a task for you and I hope that you will not fail me." He paused to see what his third son's reaction was. The teenager just gave a customary nod to show that he was still listening. He continued, "I want you to find some more information about your new classmate, Fujioka Haruka. I'm sure that you have also done your research on her and have also found the information lacking. And that is what intrigues me. She might be a commoner but she may be what we need for our company to control the worldwide trade market. Try to find out all that you can about her. I expect a full coverage three months from now. You may go."
Kyouya gave a low bow and promptly made his exit. His father's eyes narrowed at a thought that suddenly came into his head. 'What if she is another one of the Suou family's displays of power?' He gritted his teeth at that thought. The Suou family was growing far too powerful. Even the Hitachiin and Haninozuka families were not far behind. The only barrier standing before the Suou family and Ootori family from gaining full control of the worldwide trade market was the Hikari family.
He slammed his fist at the table to release some of his fury. "Father! You must remember to keep calm because of your blood pressure!" cried the figure from the left. "I know that, Daiki! I know my limits and I am not asking you to remind me of them!" he growled at his second son. "But Daiki has a point father. You need to relax lest you get another seizure," said Daiko. He calmed down somewhat and slumped back onto his chair. Ever since he had been attacked by that long-haired man, his health had been a total wreck. No matter how much exercise he did, medicines he took; he needed to take it easy. Even the slight infraction of stress would send him to an epileptic seizure which last for three days and a coma that affected him for a week, as proven by his last two hospital visits the past month.
Kyouya walked out of his father's study, contemplating on what he said. If the girl was a commoner, what help would she be to their company? And she was related to Haruhi, the girl was a complete fish out of water when it came to matters concerning the Japanese Mafia (1), so what benefit would she give them? Come to think of it, why hasn't Haruhi talked about her if they were related? She hadn't mentioned any relations apart from her father and late mother. It was partly suspicious that Haruhi was just as surprised as they were yesterday when they heard of a Fujioka Haruka transferring to Ouran. Could it be that it was just a fake name? But Ouran would have discovered right away if it was a fake name. Then again, she came from an unnamed village so there was a chance that they hadn't had contact. He sighed, he was thinking too much. Tamaki's idiocy had already taken its toll on his brain, he was dead-tired. He opened the door to his room and collapsed onto his bed. The last thoughts that entered his head before dozing off were, 'I'm going to kill Tamaki for spilling tea on my shoes".
A brunette was walking towards a rather prestigious-looking building. Other students were chattering about the front garden, near the fountain. As the brunette was walking past them, a girl immediately squealed. "Fujioka-kun! You didn't tell me that you had a relative who will be studying here in Ouran as well!" she exclaimed. The "boy" scratched the back of his head and replied, "Before yesterday, I was also unaware that I had a cousin who would be studying here in Ouran too. Neither my father nor my mother ever mentioned that I had other relatives, so I was just as surprised as you were." "That's alright Fujioka-kun, I know that you would never keep a secret from us. You are too nice for that," said the girl while smiling brightly. "H-hai," replied Fujioka. "Oi, Haruhi! We've been waiting for you!" called a rather deep but childish voice.
Haruhi sighed and turned around to face a pair of doppelgangers, with identical smirks adorning their faces. Haruhi sighed, whatever they had planned for her, it was not good. "Ne, ne, Haruhi, why are you so down? Did you miss us? We were only gone for a day," said the older of the two. "I just know that I'm going to be in big trouble whenever you two come my way, Hikaru," she replied. "Ne, did you hear that Kaoru? She's making it sound like we're bad influences or something," said Hikaru to his twin. "That pierces a sword through my heart, Haruhi! We would never try to get you in trouble!" said Kaoru while dramatically placing his hands on his chest to show his hurt. Haruhi rolled her eyes. It was too early for her to deal with drama. She started to walk off; unaware that Kaoru was leaning heavily on her.
Kaoru had no time to correct his balance. A gasp was his only reaction to his steadily falling figure. "Kaoru-kun!" one of the girls cried. Kaoru closed his eyes and awaited the impact. He didn't feel the hard ground, only a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and supported him. He opened his eyes, only to see Hikaru looking down at him worriedly. "Kaoru, are you alright?" he asked. Kaoru gave a small nod before Hikaru held him tighter. "You should always be on your guard. I don't want anything to happen to your beautiful body" said Hikaru. "Hikaru I," began Kaoru before nuzzling into Hikaru's neck.
"Kaoru! Hikaru! Save that for paying customers", ordered a deep voice. Haruhi sighed. Only one person could say that sentence this early in public, the Shadow king. "Hai, mother", said the twins in perfect chorus before disentangling their arms from one another. They all turned around to see the Shadow King writing something on his clipboard. Suddenly, he said, "Haruhi, do you know anything about Fujioka Haruka?" Haruhi just shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of anyone named Haruka in our family, maybe it was because she lived so far away. Besides, wouldn't you have all the information about her considering you like researching on special students, sempai?" "Oohh! Haruhi got you there, sempai!" chorused the twins. The Shadow King looked at them with a glare he usually had on when someone woke him up too early. This made the twins back away and say, "Just kidding, okaa-san!"
Before he could reply to Haruhi's question, the bell suddenly rang. "We'll discuss this later in the Third music room," he told them. The twins waved their arms in farewell and Haruhi waved her hand. He gave them a nod before turning and walking away to his classroom with the idiotic and happy-go-lucky president of the Host club.
He sat down beside the ever-smiling blond who greeted him with a bone-crushing bear-hug. "Kyouya, I missed you mother! Did you miss father?" asked the blond with fake tears in his eyes. Kyouya glared at his best friend for hugging him in class. The blond whimpered and went to his "emo corner" to sulk. Kyouya sighed and faced the teacher. Mr. Hatake, a silver-haired man, sighed when he saw the class' resident "emo king" sulk once again. "Kyouya-kun, would you kindly drag Tamaki-kun back to his seat?" requested the teacher. "Hai, Hatake-sensei," said the raven-raired boy before literally dragging the emo king back to his seat.
"Class, settle down," ordered Mr. Hatake. A silence fell upon the class, eager to hear about the special student. "As many of you may now know, a special student has been accepted once again by Ouran Academy. I hope you all make her feel welcome. You may now come in, Fujioka-san," said Mr. Hatake. A rather petite, raven-haired girl entered the room. Her hair reached her waist and her large coal eyes stared at them inquisitively. She was wearing a long-sleeved lilac shirt, a black corset and camouflage pants. "Ohayou gozaimasu, minna (2). Watashi wa Fujioka Haruka desu (3). It's very nice to meet you all", she greeted while bowing down slightly. "She's so kawaii! (4)" exclaimed Tamaki while clasping his hands together. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu Suou-san(5)," she replied to Tamaki's rather bold compliment. "You are so cute! Sit next to me!" cried Tamaki.
"Sumimasen (6) Suou-san, I do not wish to offend you but I cannot sit beside you," she replied shyly. "Aah! Nande (7)? Do you not want to sit beside me and okaa-san? It's alright, Kyouya go sit somewhere else" he said to his seatmate. Kyouya narrowed his eyes at him, clearly annoyed. "Daijobou desu Ootori-san. I'll find another seat," she said to him. His expression softened a bit while he was staring at her. Why on earth was she apologizing to him anyway? Tamaki-no-baka was the one who should be sorry. Wait, what was he thinking? Why did he even care? "Hmm, Tamaki-kun's suggestion sounds interesting. Yosh (8), I know what to do," said Mr. Hatake while rubbing his chin in thought. They all looked curiously at their teacher, whenever he rubbed his chin; it was a sign that he had a "brilliant" idea.
"Kyouya-kun, could you move to that vacant seat to your right? Fujioka-san, you will be seated between Kyouya-kun and Tamaki-kun. I wish you the best of luck dealing with those two," he softly muttered the last part. Haruka nodded and immediately took the seat between the talkative Tamaki and the silent Kyouya. Mr. Hatake began a slight review on Mesopotamia and the civilizations that arose from it. "Fujioka-san, give me a contribution of the Sumerians that we still use today!" called out Mr. Hatake while pointing with his (shiny) plastic ruler. "The wheel, Hatake-sensei", she answered calmly. Mr. Hatake gave her a nod, a sign that she may sit down. (9)
"Sugoi (10) Fujioka-chan! You must be as smart as Kyouya! Maybe you are even smarter!" commented Tamaki brightly. Haruka just smiled shyly and said, "I really like history, except the dates. I remember a lot of information, apart from the dates of the events. I'm not really good in memorizing numbers." A flush of pink leapt to Tamaki's face before he grabbed the surprised girl into a bear-hug. "You are so kawaii! You must join us in the host club this afternoon! You will be my beloved daughter!" chirped Tamaki while swinging you from left to right. Luckily, the teacher was talking to the registrar that came by so he didn't notice. Unfortunately for her though, Tamaki refused to let Haruka go. She could feel the glares of all the other females in the room and she wasn't affected by it because she was used to it. What made her uncomfortable was that she felt a MALE looking at her. Tamaki had held her so tight that she couldn't turn her head even a bit.
"Ootori-san, onegai(11)!" she pleaded for she was unsure of how to react to Tamaki's hug. She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her away from Tamaki. She landed onto somebody's lap. She looked up to see the face of Ootori Kyouya. She flushed several shades of pink, oblivious to the death glares she was receiving from the girls, for "flirting" with two of the hosts. She blinked a few times before glowing a bright shade of crimson and quickly getting up from Kyouya's lap. "Ano (12) sumimasen Ootori-san," she apologized while looking down at the floor. She sat back down her seat, still a little pink. Kyouya smirked at this. If this girl would also frequent the host club, he could kill two birds with one stone. He would get profit off her and also find out information about her. But, if this girl also fell into a debt like Haruhi, he could have his cake and eat it too. Their club would be benefited with her services and he could interrogate her without being pushed back.
Then again, if he told her about Haruhi's debt, as a loving relative, she would have to help her. He felt so happy; this girl would really rake in some money. He couldn't wait to tell her about Haruhi's debt.
A/N: Meet the evil Kyoya. LOL...This is the first time that I wrote an Ouran story so please be nice. Please rate and review!
I don't know the real names of Kyoya's siblings so I just substituted. If you do know, please tell me.
For the terms:
Well, if I just called them the Big Five (Namely the families of the Host club members) it would be limiting, so I just called them the Japanese Mafia. LOL
"Good morning everyone"
"I am Fujioka Haruka"
"Cute"
"Thank you very much Suou-san"
"Sorry"
"Why?"
"Okay"
Well my friend told me that Japanese students don't sit unless their teacher tells them to sit down or gives an action to deliver the same message. It's also like that in our country.
"Amazing!"
"Please!"
"Ummmm"