Hey guys! Welcome to my second fanfiction! I am going to (still) be uploading the SNK fanfiction until that's finished, so don't worry, and I don't think I'll upload this as much. Ah well. Just enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the these characters or the plot, only the characters and plot from my imagination.

Warnings: May be some references to cutting and depression, but other than that it should be clean. If any other warnings need to be made, I will make them at the start of the story.

Notices: There won't be any lemon in this (I hope) and Yaoi (The Hitachiin twins only, though). There is a lot of fluff, though. If you guys don't like this and want lemon, either read another fanfiction or go and read my SNK one. That has loads of lemon in it.

Enjoy!


Prologue (Part 1): Sleepover

Two children sat directly next to each other on a park-bench, watching as their older siblings made snowmen and threw snowballs at each other. These children were the youngest of their parent's children, and, most likely, would never have the opportunity to inherit a wealthy company. This saddened both of them but at the same time, it drove them to success. It made them determined.

The child on the left was male, with raven-black hair and dark eyes, covered by oval-shape glasses. He was wrapped up in a large coat, along with a blue scarf around his neck, a black hat and mittens. His name was Kyoya Ootori, youngest son of the Ootori group. With intelligence at such a young age, so much determination, he was happy to have a person to relate to.

Said person sat to the right of Kyoya, a female. Her silky, blonde curls flowed over the furry hood of her coat and down to her waist, the hair styled by the maids at the enormous manor she lived in. Her bright blue eyes watched intently as her two older brothers ran around, chasing Kyoya's older brothers and older sister. She, too, was wrapped up in a coat, a pink scarf, a purple hat and some light-pink mittens. "Alex! Kyoya! Come throw some snowballs with us!"

Both children looked up from twiddling their thumbs, seeing their older siblings holding loads of snowballs. Alex smiled and gripped Kyoya's hand, whom wasn't as enthusiastic on getting all cold and wet as his friend was. "Come on Kyo!" Alex squealed, managing to pull him off the bench. "It'll be fun!" Although still hesitant, Kyoya couldn't say no to the girl. The girl was sweet, kind and caring. Kyoya had felt weird about her for some time.

After a while of chasing, snow-ball fights and snow-angels, Kyoya Ootori sat under a tree, sniffing from the cold. Alex timidly trotted over, seeing the clearly ill and irritated boy hugging his knees. "Kyo?" She asked, plopping down beside him. "Did that snow give you a cold?" She mumbled, feeling guilty. Kyoya simply sniffed and buried his face into his knees, still shivering like a washing machine on full power.

The tree the two sat under was so thick that no snow had gotten through the branches. It was a dry circle. Alex marvelled at it for a moment, before Kyoya's throaty, hoarse voice broke her muse. "It's fine." He murmured suddenly, not meeting the girl's eyes. He sniffed, clearing the mucus out of his throat, before talking again. "I just want to get home. You're staying over tonight, right?"

Alex smiled. A big, pearly smile that made Kyoya smile as well.. even if it was a half-smile. "Of course!" She squeaked, hugging Kyoya. "We can watch movies like we did the other week!" Kyoya stared into the blue eyes, a little shocked to see such a beautiful sight. Alex's face was being shone down on, by the sunlight, which was hidden by the clouds. With the snow carpeting the grass in the background, it made Alex the definition of adorable. "Come on! Let's go now!"

Kyoya, being jerked up, staggered along behind the girl as she ran over to their parents. "Mother! Mother! I'm still going to stay at Kyo-Chan's house, right?!" The girl squeaked, pulling Kyoya beside her. The seven-year-old smiled up at her mother, who returned the smile happily.

"Of course." She reached down, pinching her daughter's cheeks. "But don't forget to brush your teeth. And don't annoy Kyoya's daddy." Alex's mother purposely used the term 'daddy', as Alex never called her own dad father. It didn't make sense to her, so Alex's mother knew there would be no use in using that term. "We'll see you in an hour or two, okay Kyoya?" The lady asked, smiling the same, pearly-white smile as her daughter.

Nodding slowly, Kyoya hugged Alex and exchanged goodbyes before trotting back off towards the car to go home with his own family. Alex waved frantically as they left, Kyoya smiling slightly and waving a hand out of the window.

~**...**~

A sigh left both of the seven-year-old's mouths as they sat on the enormous couch, the large, flat-screen TV playing some boring movie. "I don't like this one." Alex complained, springing up from the couch. "Do you?" Kyoya shook his head, agreeing with the girl. It was pretty boring. "Uhhh..." Alex mumbled, walking along the massive book-shelf of CDs. "What about.. This one!"

The girl squeaked, startling Kyoya. The boy frowned, shaking his head. The CD case was pink, god knows what it held inside. Sighing, she put it back, before running along the book-cases again. "Toy Story!" She pulled out the CD, grinning. Kyoya shrugged. It was better than something pink. "Yay!" She squealed, running over to the CD player. After jabbing at it for a while, the girl, eventually, managed to put it in. She shoved it inside, before running back to the couch. "Hey Kyoya."

"What?"

"Smile." Kyoya managed to force a smile as the girl pulled out her phone, taking a selfie of the two. Alex looked down at her phone, a smile spreading across her face. "I'll keep this!" She squeaked, snuggling into Kyoya's side. Said boy shrugged, wrapping an arm around Alex, as the two snuggled under the blanket. Suddenly, Alex sprung up. "We need lemonade!" She shouted, already at the door.

Kyoya blinked, still puzzled as to how fast she had run, before shrugging. He paused the movie for Alex, waiting for her to come back. "Look Kyo-Chan!" Alex smiled, lugging in three bottles of lemonade. She rolled one over to the dark-haired boy. "Open one." She smiled.

Sighing, Kyoya picked up the bottle. He twisted the lid a little, but found he couldn't open it fully. He stood up on the couch, his small, seven-year-old hands working at the bottle.. until, eventually, the bottle cap twisted. Kyoya mentally kicked himself when it fizzed and lemonade spouted out. "Kyo!" Alex squeaked, throwing a pillow at him. Kyoya ended up falling off the couch, landing upside-down. Alex laughed her arse off, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, as she watched the irritated expression of her friend.

~**...**~

Fuyumi, Kyoya's older sister, sneaked into the room. She smiled admirably as she found the two snuggled up to each other, a movie blasting from the TV. Their heads were leant on one another's, limbs entangled, as they slept. Alex's mouth was parted slightly, but no noise came out. Kyoya slept soundly, as normal. She looked towards a phone on the coffee-table, before deciding to be a bit nosy.

A video and a picture was the only items in the phone's photos. Fuyumi clicked on the picture, it expanding to the full screen. Her eyes softened at it. There was the two, Izumi's arm around Kyoya's shoulders, Fuyumi's youngest brother smiling happily. She scrolled to the video and almost burst out in laughter. It had captured the lemonade incident.

Wiping a few tears away, Fuyumi put down the phone. She tip-toed over to the two, sleeping forms, smiling as she looked at them again. "Gah. You guys are going to be adorable together when you grow up." She whispered, lifting her brother onto her shoulder. As she lifted up Alex, Fuyumi found it incredibly easy to lift both up at the same time. They weighed virtually nothing.

She put them both down on Kyoya's bed, watching as Alex clung to the warmth, aka, Kyoya. The boy didn't mind at all. Instead of pushing Alex away, he hugged her back. "I'm so setting you two up when you're older." She whispered with a smile, reaching over to remove her little brother's glasses. "Now then. Sleep well." Fuyumi pulled the mound of blankets and duvets over the two, watching as they enjoyed the warmth it brought. She smiled once more.

They would definitely make a perfect match.


Okie-Dokie! This is my second fanfiction! I don't know what to feel of it, but, as you've read the description, it's to do with Kyoya's past and present. I'm thankful for you guys to read and I will, hopefully, upload another SNK chapter before I go on a trip next week.

Bye-Bye!