Chapter 1 Mask
The sky lit up with fireworks. Everyone who attended Ouran was there having fun, even those who weren't dancing. A few people stood out from the rest. In particular one person stood out from the other, Kyouya Otori. He was tall with short black hair, with glasses that enlarged dark grey eyes. He was standing at the edge of the crowd holding a notebook. A group of girls hesitantly approached him and, with red faces, asked him to dance. He smiled at them, and politely declined. His excuse was that he would only put to shame their perfect grace.
Solitude was something he was used to. He didn't mind watching everyone else dance; he wasn't one for doing something that didn't offer something in return. Instead of a student, he was more like a chaperone. Watching everyone, making sure they didn't do anything they weren't supposed to. His eyes kept going to one person in particular though. She shone like the moon on a clear night. She wasn't very tall, nor was she short. She had short brown hair and big, chocolate brown, eyes. Her smile, even though directed at Tamaki, brightened his mood.
He could accept that she wasn't for him, even like the idea. But liking it wasn't enough to stop the thought that he could have done something, instead of just standing aside and letting Tamaki take her away. It was over now though, and his mask was still firmly in place. It never budges, even when pushed and pulled. It has slipped only twice, at the commoner's convention, and when his father slapped him.
When it was over, everyone not in the host club left. Tamaki, and his angel like face, came hopping with joy over to where Kyouya Otori was standing. Tamaki's blonde hair swayed slightly and his violet eyes were alight with pure joy.
"Kyouya, this night was fantastic!" He practically glowed with elation. Kyouya smiled and pushed up his glasses.
"Yes, it was indeed very pleasant." Kyouya looked around, making sure that it was just the host club left. He didn't want to have to tell someone to leave. Honey was eating a piece of leftover cake. Mori stood next to him, silent and happy. Kaoru stood next to Hikaru, making sure that Hikaru's arm didn't hurt. Hikaru was dismissing Kaoru, and was instead trying to change the conversation.
"So, since its officially summer break, what should we do? I don't think any of us have any plans." Tamaki wanted to spend the summer with the host club, which Kyouya would have to plan.
"I have no clue, we can think of something another time. Right now I need to clean up our mess." Pulling out his cellphone, Kyouya called their usual cleanup crew. It took about ten minutes for them to arrive, since Kyouya had told them ahead of time they would be needed tonight. The others had left, leaving Kyouya to continue supervising.
When everything was cleaned up, and the cleaning crew left, Kyouya stared at the sky. You couldn't see the stars, but he imagined they were there. He didn't know how long he stood there, but eventually his legs got tired. Rubbing his eyes he called his chauffeur, who was there in a matter of minutes.
He watched as the world became a blur. Everything blended together, just like the days seemed to. It didn't take long for him to arrive at his home, the Otori mansion. Exhausted he dragged himself to his room. After taking a hot shower, Kyouya sat on his bed. His sister sat on his floor, ransacking his dressers. Clothes were strewn about the once tidy room, and she unsuccessfully tried to shove the clothes back in. She did this every time, ever since they were kids. She was visiting for the weekend, like she does often.
"Kyouya, you have too many clothes!"
"Why must you rearrange them?" he spoke jokingly, she would always try to rearrange his clothes. He knew this, and it didn't bother him at all.
"Your maid is the best organizer ever, how does she get all these clothes to fit!" Finally she gave up and slumped down, leaning against his dresser. "How was the party thingy, for the host club?"
"It went as expected. Tamaki is staying after all, because of Haruhi." He was very good at hiding the pain in his voice. It wasn't like he didn't want Tamaki to stay; he just didn't want Tamaki to be with Haruhi. He sighed, it was all very dramatic. Kaoru told him about the carriage hitting a bump and them all falling out, resulting in Hikaru breaking his arm. Then Haruhi decided to play hero and take the carriage on her own to get Tamaki. He only knew bits and pieces of what happened after that.
His sister, being very close to Kyouya, knew what he was hiding. "Well, maybe this summer something spectacular will happen." She stood up, and waved goodnight. On her way out she turned off the light, leaving Kyouya alone in the darkness.