Warning: rated for drug use and swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran and receive no profit from this fanfiction.
"Get an Oshiro Plus for $79.99 or an Oshiro Touch for $129.99 now, while supplies last!" The announcer said cheerfully as two cellphones were displayed on the screen.
"Tamaki, will you turn the TV off?" Haruhi asked from the kitchen where she was making breakfast.
"But this is work, Haruhi! I've taken Advertising as a class, remember?"
"That doesn't mean you can watch advertisements every moment in the day! And please, change the channel if the Oshiro ad comes up. One more time, and I swear…" The brunette sighed as her boyfriend lowered the volume but continued to watch. "Why does that ad even show up so much?" she muttered to herself under her breath.
"They've been losing quite a lot of money, especially after the founder died unexpectedly about 9 months ago. It won't be a surprise if the company goes bankrupt."
Haruhi jumped and almost swore out loud. "Kyouya-senpai… stop sneaking into my apartment! It's bad enough having Tamaki pop in all the time!" She paused, glaring at the tall man standing beside her, then frowned in confusion. "How do you have my key, anyway?"
"I had Tamaki's key copied," he said casually, taking a sip of coffee from a thermos.
The brunette sighed, then tilted her head, looking at the metal cup. "I didn't know you drank coffee. Would you like some breakfast?"
"No, thank you. And yes, it's the only way I can wake up at 5:00 in the morning," he informed her, his lips pressed together in a grim line.
"When did you go to sleep, senpai?" she asked exasperatedly.
"It doesn't matter," he said offhandedly. Haruhi glared at him and he raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"
"Tell me."
"4:30. And I thought Iwas supposed to be the mother?"
"That's not healthy!" she said, throwing her arms up in the air.
"The eggs are going to burn."
"And why do you have to wake up that early?" she asked as she turned off the stove and put the scrambled eggs onto separate plates.
"I've enrolled in a 6:00 World Economies class."
"I hope it's interesting enough for you to be wasting your precious sleeping time for it."
"It is, no doubt."
The two walked into the living room where Tamaki's eyes were glued to the screen as he rapidly took notes.
"Hello, idiot." Kyouya tapped him lightly on the top of his head as Haruhi gave him his plate.
"Mon ami!" The blonde cried out as his friend sat down in a chair. "Bonjour! What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd stop by - I had some free time after class." Answering Haruhi's confused expression, he went on. "Hunny and Mori are in class right now and the smell of paint and glue in the twins' apartment is nauseating."
"We were you last choice?" The Frenchman asked, his eyes wide and teary.
Kyouya shrugged. "Whenever you're ready, we can head to class."
Tamaki sullenly finished off his breakfast and dropped the plate in the sink as Haruhi and Kyouya made pleasant small talk. He stooped to briefly kiss Haruhi's temple, then straightened and headed for the door. "C'mon Kyouya, let's go!" he said, enthusiastic again. "Good bye, Haruhi! See you later!" His blushing girlfriend waved as the two headed out the door.
"Class dismissed." The professor clapped his hands and the room was filled with the noises of people getting up and moving towards the door. Tamaki and Kyouya left the classroom, discussing the day's topic as they headed down the long hallway to the grassy courtyard.
"Oi, Japs!" A heavily accented voice called in English. The two turned and found a tall girl leisurely heading towards them. Though her voice suggested that she was British, her looks leaned a bit towards Japanese. She had the thin, jet-black hair of an Asian, but large blue eyes of a Westerner.
"Is there something you need?" The tall, dark-haired boy asked.
"Just wanted to introduce myself to a couple of people from home. The name's Kuri Masachika. And you?"
"Kyouya Ootori," he said briefly.
"Kuri?" The blonde asked, thinking hard. Suddenly, his face seemed to brighten and he pointed excitedly at the girl.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"It's me, Tamaki Suoh!" he protested, gesturing wildly at himself.
"Oh…" Recognition lit in her eyes. "Suoh. It's been a hell of a long time."
"Ten years, I think!" he told her excitedly.
"Eleven," she corrected. "Well, just wanted to say hi. Rather bizarre to be seeing two Japs here all of a sudden, but nice."
"Oh, we know more! There are six of us! And then Haruhi, but she's the only girl."
Kuri raised her eyebrows. "Seven of you? Seven Japs all of a sudden decided to come to the US of A?"
"Yeah, well, we came to support Haruhi. My girlfriend!" Tamaki explained as Kyouya gave him a long look.
"Let me get this straight. You all uprooted yourselves for a girl?" Kuri asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course!" the blonde answered.
"And said girl… is your girlfriend."
"Yup!"
"Dude, I'd watch out. Sounds like you've got a ton of competition."
"But of course, Haruhi is my beautiful love, and no one would- no one would…" Tamaki looked to Kyouya for backup, and the other boy sighed.
"No one would dare steal her from you, Tamaki," he responded dully.
"Haruhi…?" Kuri asked, waiting for a last name.
"Haruhi Fujioka-to-be-Suoh, of course."
"Fujioka… As in… someone who's not famous?"
"She is a commoner and proud of it! She's introduced me to a whole new world of pet shops and mass production, and the greatest-" Tamaki struck a dramatic pose, "commoner's coffee!"
"…. Good luck with your relationship, Suoh. That's all I'll say. Don't kill me." Kuri held her hands up, then stuck them back in her pocket.
Kyouya coughed as he continued what he had been doing for the past few minutes; scrutinizing the girl. She was wearing a large white t-shirt, much too large to fit her properly, and skinny blue jeans. Her baggy jacket hid features of any sort that she might have had, and her sleeves were rolled up to above her elbows. Though she was tall, her body was too thin to be admired. Her hands looked as breakable as glass and her cheekbones almost jutted out of her face.
"An Ootori and a Suoh…" she mused. "So who are your friends?"
"The Hitachiin twins, Mitsukuni Haninozuka and his cousin, Takashi Morinozuka," Kyouya informed her.
"I feel so eclipsed by the shadows of your families' accomplishments." Kuri chuckled shortly, brazenly.
"But you're influential too! Your father wouldn't have worked with mine otherwise, and then we'd have never met!"
"Not so much influential as lucky. We Masachikas are gamblers to the core. The stock market is our little pet."
"Is that so?"
"Don't be getting any ideas, Ootori. Not only are we gamblers, but we also keep our secrets."
"So why don't the two of us - native Japanese citizens - know about your family?" Kyouya asked calmly.
Kuri took one hand out of her pocket and drew a short line in the air. "Generations ago, some Masachika decided he liked England instead of Japan. Hence, I look like a mutt. Mum is pure English, but dad is Japanese."
"Don't call yourself a mutt, princess. You're truly gorgeous," Tamaki professed, offering her a rose.
"Mmm, yeah, right. Thanks." The sarcasm, thank goodness, was lost on the blonde. However, Kuri did accept the red flower, tucking it carefully into her book bag. "So, I'll be seeing you guys around the campus, huh? Pleasure meeting you." As she spoke, she casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, bringing it to her mouth to rest in between her lips.
The boys hesitated, then Kyouya started warily. "… Miss Masachika-"
"A habit I started ages ago, and I can't kick it. If you have a problem with it, I'll refrain from smoking in front of you. Sorry, sorry." She took the cigarette out of her mouth and gave them a pointed look, waiting for an answer.
"I suppose… there's nothing wrong with it. It's just heartbreaking to see a-"
"Shut up, Suoh." Tamaki started to wither and Kuri backed away. "And don't you dare start cultivating mushrooms, you moron. I'm allergic - remember last time?"
"Last time?" Kyouya asked, the barest hint of a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, the last time I met Tamaki, he started growing those mushrooms in my closet and I almost died from an allergic reaction!" Kuri scowled at him.
"You tore Kuma-chan's ear off!"
"It's a stupid teddy bear! It was staring at me with its beady eyes!"
"He never did like you!"
"Well obviously! He's a stuffed bear, he has no mental capacity!"
Kyouya cleared his throat loudly and the two fell silent.
Kuri crossed her arms and glared at Tamaki. "I still think I'm right.
Tamaki copied her pose, then stuck out his tongue at her. The girl's face twisted into a wry smile. "Fine, all is forgiven, and I'm sorry for messing with your stupid teddy bear."
"You're forgiven as well." Tamaki bowed theatrically.
"I'm no longer confused as to how the two of you became friends," the Ootori remarked, and Kuri turned to him.
"Yeah, yeah, really funny. Now, I have a favor to ask of you that I almost forgot, but whatever, right? So, I have two older brothers. Twins. Back in England. Super overprotective of me. For some reason that I can't understand, they don't trust me to keep myself safe. Therefore, they've decreed that I need to find some nice, polite Japanese child to befriend who they'll trust to check up on me. Understand?"
"And you'd like me to do that for you?"
"Why not me, Kuri?"
"Because no one with a brain would trust you with this sort of responsibility, Suoh." She caught him around the collar before he could move and warned sternly, "and remember. No mushrooms. I was joking.
"So, Ootori. You'll do it for me or what?" Kyouya hesitated, and Kuri rolled her eyes. "They'll pay you."
The other man smirked. "Well, how hard can it be to look after you, really?"
Kuri returned the grin. "Oh, you have no idea what you just got into."
A/N: Hey readers. I'm back. Hope you enjoy my new version of Kuri. :D
Till next time, her Majesty, the Queen, Violet ^_^