SailorStar9: When I PM-ed Angel of Courage about my plot bunnies returning with a Kyoya/Ami vengeance after watching Ouran High School Host Club, I wasn't kidding. (Sighs) Guys and girls, will it kill you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts?
Summary: Sailor Moon/Ouran High School Host Club. What if Kyoya and Ami had met during charitable dinner party? The intrigued Otori continues keeping constant tabs, via his private police squad, on the girl genius who had managed to fascinate him. Mainly a flashback fic. As for the pairing, it should be glaringly obvious.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, except for the pairing.
Prologue
21-year-old Otori Kyoya awoke unexpectedly early and groggily reached out the side table for his glasses, before focusing on the feminine form on the mega-sized bed with him, the pale silk sheets hiding their decency. His intense dark eyes trailing down his partner's female curves, and soon-to-be-future-wife if my plans go on smoothly. He mentally added as he let his fingers brush across her exposed arm.
"You're staring, again." Ami mumbled, stirring.
"But I like looking at you." the youngest of the Otori siblings smirked. "Still so shy." his smirk widened as Ami nestled deeper under the covers. "This isn't our first time."
"Shut up." Ami's blush darkened. "What's wrong?" she looked up at her lover who was in deep contemplation as she nestled against his chest.
"Nothing." Kyoya kissed her forehead. "Just remembering. Oh crud." his eyes widening, ears registering the telltale sounds outside his door. "Go hide in the clothes gallery and until the coast is clear." he ushered the doctor-in-training into the walk-through changing room. "Father." he greeted Yoshio who had stormed into his son's bedroom.
Ami mentally winced when she heard Kyoya raise his voice at his father as the younger Otori defended her.
The slam on the door indicated Yoshio had left.
"I'm causing problems." Ami sighed, resting Kyoya's trembling fist between her hands before he left a dent on the wardrobe.
"Aren't your fault." Kyoya assured, drawing her into a hug. "It's... he just can't see. We can get through this."
"Hm..." Ami muttered. "Meep!" she squealed, Kyoya carrying her bridal-style back to the bed. "Do we really have time for this?" she hissed, already used to her bespectacled lover's antics. "Kyoya!" she shrieked, the younger Otori lavishing kisses on her body.
SailorStar9: Now that's done, read and review.
