Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran HSHC, or the poem the Highwayman; only the ideas within the story. Btw, theses chapters may not be very long, especially this one and the next one. It's using a lot of imagination just to create the small piece, but please enjoy anyway!

The poem, set in 18th century Japan, tells the story of a Kyoya the highwayman who is in love with Haruhi, Ranka the innkeeper's daughter. Betrayed to the authorities by Hikaru, a jealous ostler (stableman), Kyoya escapes ambush when Haruhi sacrifices her life to warn him.

Chapter 1

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

The road was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding-

Riding – riding-

The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door...

Kyoya rode down the twisting long lane like he had done so many times before. He sighed, his warm breath creating grey clouds out of his mouth in the cold winter air; he could only see it thanks to the ghostly galleon that shone in the sky above him.

The road he and his stunning charcoal horse with the ebony mane and tail that shone in the eerie moonbeams; was surrounded by dark moors that glowed almost purple in the radiant moonshine shadow.

Kyoya couldn't help but think of the names they called him in the streets. 'The elusive Highwayman' 'The one who can't be caught' 'The traitor in love', all suited him, but there was one that particularly stood out in his mind.

The way he moved in the darkness had people believe he was scary, someone to be feared, and that made him powerful. They dubbed him 'The Shadow King'. Kyoya loved the sound of that, the way it rolled off him tongue and out of his mouth. It summed him up. It was perfect.

The wind whipped through his clothes, and brought him back to the present. It howled like a pack of wolves in his ears and through the trees that hung down over the lane. It struck him, particularly his hat with such a force that Kyoya felt compelled to release the reins with one of his pale calloused hands. He calmly placed the free hand on top of his hat. It had fallen off more than once in the fields on the way to his destination and beautiful lover – Haruhi, so he didn't want another slight setback from seeing her because he had to get off of his magnificent steed to retrieve the infernal thing.

Kyoya felt blessed by the darkness, after all, he couldn't be seen, and he didn't want to be seen. Of course he didn't want to be seen, he was a highwayman; if he was seen he would be killed or ratted out by someone. That couldn't happen, Haruhi was his everything. He needed to be there for her.

He chuckled as he recalled a show he had seen when he was younger. They had said very much the same thing. They were a group of three men acting as ladies, in a large theatre with intricate designing. Kyoya remembered he had to pick a few – a lot – of pockets to be able to afford entrance, but it was worth the risk. The trio swung each other around as they talked about how to love a woman. Truly. One of the... ladies said that rather than die for her, you should always be there for the girl you love. Kyoya had made a promise to himself that day, that that is what he would do. And Kyoya never broke his promises.

The Shadow King shivered as another gust of cool wind blew against his frame. He then promptly shook again as he thought about where he was headed with slight twinge of excitement.

His horses head began to shake, his master had tensed up in his excitement, and it the feeling made him nervous and wary. Kyoya reached down to pat his black neck, and he whispered some soothing words into the turned back ears. Kyoya felt his horse relax somewhat underneath him, and went back to plodding on at his usual pace.

Although he was undoubtedly excited, Kyoya still felt a slight surge of panic coursing through his veins. What if he was caught? He couldn't be there for his beautiful Haruhi. But as usual, his main worry was the girl. What if she was caught with him? There would be serious consequences for her, probably resulting in her death.

With these thoughts Kyoya pulled his horse to a stop, and considered turning back. But no. He couldn't do it; he needed to see her smiling face, lighting up in the special way it did just for him. He needed to see her. He quickly kicked his horse forward. Determined now to reach the dark haired girl.

Kyoya obviously wasn't far from where he wanted to be, not a ten minute ride later he could just make out the inn in the dim light. The Shadow King saw through the shadows that the place was dark. Out of trust though, he knew Haruhi would still be awake and waiting for him. He had promised her.

What did you think? Any good? I dunno why I was listening to this song in the first place, but still... I immediately thought of Kyoya as the no-name highwayman for reasons completely unknown to me, but ah well, hopefully it makes for a good story! As usual... R&R please!