I, Shiro Kyouya, have always believed in doing everything on my own, being by myself and not trusting anyone. I know for now you would not agree with me. Seriously, if you were to go through what I've been going through, you'll definitely agree with me.
Since I was young, I've been stabbed in the back so many times that I've lost count.
Their smiles, their caring actions, the things they told me... are all lies...
I've even beginning to think if it was my fate. Have I committed any horrible crimes in my past life that I've to suffer now?
My mum had left me and my dad with another guy. Ever since then, I've hated her and even wished that she would never appear in front of me ever again. The damage she had done wasn't just emotional, but also physically. If I had been mature enough, to understand that she had not loved me anymore, I wouldn't have ran after her in the middle of the night and gotten knocked down by a speeding car, causing my left hand to be crushed totally. It had been crippled, losing all senses in my left hand, taking away my dream of being a famous musician, my future. Because of her, my family was broken; I would never be loved again. My dad shunned me, just because I reminded him of her. Because of her, I'll never be able to play the piano again. Because of her, my world is never the same again. It has gradually begun to turn colourless to me.
My dad, you can say after she'd left, gradually turned away from me. I guess the only time we spoke directly to each other was when we were at some public or business event like balls or functions. Then again, I hardly attended them. Even if I do, I'll most probably be standing far, far away from those crowds. For the rest of the time, my dad would just send one of his messengers over to get the things he wanted to be done.
In school, people would just befriend me so that they would crush, humiliate or make use of me. Back then I was really such an idiot to even believe those lies and put all my trust in them. Being the innocent girl I was, despite all that had happened with my mother, I had still held on to some hope. But if I had known better, I would never that gone through that much pain and suffering. If I had known better that the ones who would always turn against you, who would stab you in the back, would always not be your enemy, but instead, it was much worse; it would be the person who you had loved, befriended, and trusted the most.
Ever since that day, trust was never the word found in my dictionary. Trust was such a familiar yet foreign word. It was one word that would allow you to be the happiest person in the world, and yet, pull you down a hundred feet underground, into hell.
I can never trust anyone but myself. Because everything around me are just mere lies and fakes, and no one can ever be trusted. Never, ever.
"What does he wants now?" I asked in annoyance, juggling my business phone at the cradle of my neck as I continued typing on my laptop.
I was busy rushing to finish summing up the monthly reports that my dad had asked for, two hours ago, before sending them over to him and now I'm sure he was going to get one of his messengers to hand me another task before I was even done with this. Before you think that it was just a little job, I would tell you that it is not; especially when you are to do up reports for more than 50 outlets here in Japan. [Well we're in the hotel industry, if that's what you call it. Our company is very well known everywhere.]
I heard the person at the other end of the line sighing heavily.
"Sorry Shiro-sama. I know you're busy with your work right now. Kyouya-sama wanted me to let you know that you're going to attend Ouran Academy tomorrow." Rima, my dad's secretary, explained. She had been one of the staff who had taught all the things that was need of me to operate the business in the future.
"What the hell?!" I immediately shot up from my seat, causing all the documents that were pile up around me to fall off the table. Instinctively, my left hand reached out to prevent it from happening, but it only twitched. The documents just slipped past my hand and sprayed onto the floor.
"Damn it!" I cursed. "You're telling me that my dad wants me to go to that disgusting pink school with all those brainless brats?!" It was no surprise that no one knew about the prestigious school. In fact it was established by one of the partners of the Kyouya Corporation. It was a school where almost all the children of the riches go to. A place where almost seventy present of them are only interested in fun, entertainment, finding their future 'second halves', as well as alliancing with the other family to build good relationships between companies. So as you can see, it was in fact not really a school for studying.
"Language, Shiro-sama." Rima warned in disapproval.
"Sorry..." I calmed myself down as I blew my loose fringe away from my face before sitting back down and going back to my business-like composure. I groaned as I rested my forehead on the palm of my hand, ignoring the mess I've just made. I was always letting my temper get the better of me.
"Without a doubt he needs me to get along 'well' with those rich brats so that it'll help him with the expansion of the business to Canada?" I voiced out her explanation before she could give me one. I knew my father too well that I would wish I don't. I was only his pawn to build connections, for him to prosper in his business.
"Yes." Rima answered seriously but then continued chuckling. "You ought to be thankful that I've gotten you the permission to not wear the school uniform. You'll most probably faint if you were to wear it to school."
"Thanks Rima. The thought of wearing those uniforms makes me shiver." I smiled. I once saw those uniforms and I have to say, they were monstrous! Who, in the right mind, could even stand wearing those ugly, yellow, mustard-coloured dresses?!
Oh wait, I guess that would be me.
"I've just sent the class details and information of the school over to you. Just let me know if you need any help." she added as I began picking up the documents that had fallen onto the floor just now.
"Oh, before I forget, you've a open function that you have to attend with Kyouya-sama this Friday. I'll remind you about that again. Hmmm... Yes, that's all. I'll leave you to your work then Shiro-sama."
"Thanks." With that I heard the other line of the phone went dead.
I sighed in defeat, bending down to pick up all the documents and hurriedly went back to my work before I was disturbed.
I've had more things to add into my schedule again.
"We're here Shiro-sama." Sato, my driver, personal bodyguard and assistant, informed me as I felt the car smoothly came to a stop.
I saved the proposal I was working on just now before shutting my laptop.
"Thanks." I muttered to him as I stepped out of the car while he held the door opened for me.
As I slung my bag on my left shoulder and held my laptop on my other hand, I gawked at the freakishly pink building in front of me and sweat-dropped. On second thought, I think I should head home now.
If only I could...
I sighed heavily and headed to my class, 2A. Luckily I've memorized my way around the school yesterday when Rima had sent me the documents about the school; and of course, as what my dad had wanted me to do, I'd also memorized some data on the rich kids of the school whose family would be able to provide potential help to Kyouya Corporate. While hoping that it might help me better to 'get along' with them, I was already regretting to come to this school. I really hate doing these things since of all people, I knew best what it felt like to have someone get close to you for benefits, but I can't disobey my dad. I wanted him to approve of me again, to praise me and smile again like how he used to as before. I knew he kept his distance from me since I looked very much like my mother, and being with me would remind him of how she'd betrayed us.
"Ouch!" Just as I pulled myself away from my thoughts, I bumped on to someone and felt myself falling backwards and landing hard on to the floor; my belongings sprayed on the ground. My first reaction was to check my laptop to see if it was damaged.
"Luckily it's saved..." I sighed in relieved. I've not done a backup on my laptop yet for this week since I didn't have much time on hand. If anything were to happen to this laptop of mine, I swear I might just jump off a building. To think that all my hard work would just vanish, even though all the information are already in my head, it would need a huge time and effort to reproduce them all over again.
"Are you alright?" I heard a voice spoke out in concern.
I looked up to see a guy in front of me, Kyoya Ootori.
"Are you alright Ohime-sama?" My head snapped to the direction of the voice and saw a blonde with sparkling violet eyes as he held out his hand to me. Tamaki Souh, the son of the Principal of this school. It was not even difficult to recognise him; they look so much alike.
"Uh... Yes... I'm sorry for bumping into you." I nodded slightly and picked myself up, making sure that I've held onto my laptop was securely.
"What it matters it that you're alright Ohime-sama~" Tamaki smiled and held up my hand to kiss it but I shifted away, slipping my hand out of his and went to pick up my bag and the books that were supposed to be in it. I can't really stand these type of people, especially playboys.
"I am no princess." I cut him off, just as he looked like he was going to ramble off with his Casanova nonsense.
Tamaki gasped as I bent down to pick up my bag, "Mommy! Am I losing my charms?"
I froze my hand in mid-air. Mommy? Mommy who? Don't tell me he's referring to Kyoya Ootori? I felt a slight urge to stifle a giggle, but I held it in as I took my bag and swung it on my shoulder.
"I've not seen you anywhere, are you a new student?" Kyoya ignored the Blondie and asked me.
"Yes. Now if you would please excuse me, I've got to go now." I said in my usual business-like tone as I bowed slightly and walked passed them.
I'm not going to let myself waste any more time. Time is money as many had said. I was planning on going to class early to complete my proposal first as I wait for the class to start. Though, I could do it during class anyway since I had already understood the lessons that were to be taught in class for the first half of the semester.
I slide opened the door to see the homeroom teacher already there, waiting for the students to come to class. Handling a piece of paper to her, I explained that I was the new student and that I had permission to not wear the school uniform (all thanks to Rima). She nodded and told me to sit at the table at the third row that was next to the window. I thanked her and went over to my newly-assigned desk and took my seat before taking out my laptop to continue on my work.
Kyoya's POV:
"Ne Kyoya, what theme should we use for our next cosplay?" Tamaki asked, walking beside me, thinking of possible themes to use for the next cosplay for the Host Club.
"It's up to you Tamaki. The last decision is made by you anyway." I said, adjusting my glasses and returned to my handy book, analysing the calculations of profits for the operation of the Host Club as we walked.
"Hmmm... maybe we could try the kimono theme? Oh, or maybe the policemen theme! Or maybe the Samurai?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling while he daydreamed about the possibilities as usual, as we turned around the corner.
I felt myself knocking into something before hearing a thump and a clutter of books. I immediately realised that I've bumped onto a girl, causing her to fall onto the floor.
"Are you alright?" I crouched forward to check if she was hurt.
She looked up in surprised and our eyes met. Her beautiful, yet cold-looking ocean-blue eyes stared straight back at me as I felt myself being drawn into it.
"Are you alright Ohime-sama?" Tamaki crouched forward too, in a princely way, when he had finally snapped back into reality.
"Uh... Yes... Sorry for bumping into you..." she hugged her laptop carefully, closed to herself as though it was a precious possession of hers before she stood up.
"What it matters it that you're alright Ohime-sama~" Tamaki smiled and held up her hand to kiss it but she shifted away, slipping her hand out of his and went to pick up her bag and the books that were supposed to be in it.
"I am no princess." She glared at him before bending down to pick up her things.
Interesting... To think there'll be someone other than Haruhi who can resist the Tamaki's charms...
Tamaki gasped dramatically as his crocodile tears started flowing down his face, "Mommy! Am I losing my charms?"
I rolled my eyes inwardly and ignored him, letting him panicked about his charms at his corner.
"I've not seen you anywhere, are you a new student?" I asked the girl. It was unusual for me to not know if there are any new students. After all, nothing escapes me.
"Yes. Now if you would please excuse me, I've got to go now." She replied curtly in a business-like tone as she bowed slightly before walking past us.
"Kyoya... Do you know...?" Tamaki suggested after breaking away from his corner.
"No. I've never seen her before..." I cut him off as I adjusted my glasses, looking at the direction where the mysterious white hair girl had walked off to.