Ch.1
Kyoya let a long, drawn out sigh push its way through his lips as he gazed through the double glass of both his spectacles and the full length windows to the outside world.
The storm clouds which had been lurking in the grayish sky all day had finally, surrendered their wet cargo and were proceeding to broodingly dump it on the heads of anyone unfortunate enough to be caught outside without a car to take them home.
The school day had long since ended and grand halls and corridors of Ouran Academy were ghostly silent. The few students who did remain, paced them eerily in pairs or groups, not talking to one another, as if this small feat could somehow shatter the atmosphere around them and plunge them in to the darkness, their spirits at one with the silence.
Kyoya sat alone in music room three, save for his little black book.
The clubs activities for the day, an autumn leaves tea party, had been canceled and he had instructed the other members to go home.
But now he longed for some company.
Anything: from the twins mischievous voices, to one of Tamaki's overly enthusiastic rants, Hunni-sempai sitting in his favorite chair eating cake, Haruhi walking back and fourth as she fetched tea, even Mori-sempai lurking quietly in the background, any of these things would have been welcome.
Of coarse none of this was obvious on Kyoya's face. If anyone had happened to look in to music room three just then it would seem that the brains behind the host club was taking a well earned break from his various background duties, not to mention his attractive, if slightly hyperactive "friends."
But Kyoya was not on a break. In fact his mental abilities were being strained to breaking point inside his skull.
And the person walking past music room three at that point, who just happened to look in, wasn't just anyone.