A/N-So this is my first Ouran story! I've been working on it for a while, and decided to just post it already. It's been difficult, but I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did, there were would be another season of the anime.
Prologue-
Kyoya had met many possible marriage candidates.
His father had decided that his perfect type was his complete opposite. 'Opposites attract' His father was fond of saying, and Kyoya had nodded understandingly, despite wondering for his fathers intelligence. Sure, opposites attract held true for magnets, but Kyoya had heard only a few cases where that held true for people, and thus the probability of it working on him was very little.
Still, Kyoya didn't voice his opinions. He was polite and charming to every candidate, and he sat silently, speaking every few minutes in between his father stating all his good points as though he was some sort of product. Of course, none of the candidates had really caught Kyoya's attention, and so he'd declined every one.
There was one exception. Rika, her name was. She was the first half-intelligent person his father had brought forth. However, their opinions on multiple matters were too different, and they both agreed that if they did marry it would be full of arguments, and they didn't want that for their future children. Kyoya still talked to her every now and again, though she was very busy, and lived in another state resulting for any arrangements made to be difficult.
His father had wanted him to marry Haruhi, but Kyoya knew that she was dating Tamaki. Kyoya could be heartless on his quest for self-gain, but he wasn't that heartless. Besides, Tamaki had been making more of a fool of himself recently, which was extremely entertaining. The poor guests thought they were gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it's just that Kyoya didn't get himself involved in that. He was neither for nor against. It was just an extremely sensitive subject, and Kyoya always let sleeping lions lie. He always did his best to be courteous to the person, for his own benefit. But if they were beneath him in status and wealth... Well, that was another story for another time.
So now his father and President Suoh, Tamaki's father, had been trying to get Haruhi's father to agree with their terms of marriage. Of course Mr. Fujioka was extremely protective of his little girl, and had nearly killed the messengers both fathers had hired. Kyoya had heard that one was still in intensive care at one of the private Ootori hospitals.
Kyoya didn't mind. He had decided to keep an eye out for possible marriage candidates as well, but right now he had to keep trying, keep fighting. He had to outshine his brothers, who were both remarkable in their own way. It wasn't an easy feat, but Kyoya knew that if anyone could do it, he could. After all, he was an object of superior breeding.
He bit back a chuckle as he remembered Haruhi's expression when he'd said those exact words to her, those few months ago, when the festival had come and he'd eaten fast food, explaining to Haruhi the concept behind it. That was one of his few, and fond, memories.