a/n again, its short, bear with. i dont own!
Chapter 2. Greed.
Kyoya always knew he was greedy, in a way. He preferred the term ambitious, but underneath the sugar coating the general principles were the same. He wanted a lot of things, did this greedy Ootori boy.
He wanted to take over his father's company and prove his worth.
He wanted to beat his brothers and rub it in their smug faces.
He wanted to excel in all areas of life.
He wanted money; lots of it.
He wanted friends, which he hoped to get out of the Host Club.
Most of all, he wanted to know the taste of Haruhi Fujioka's neck.
His last want confused him, and Kyoya did not like to be confused. There was nothing special about her, she was a plain, androgynous commoner school mate who owed him a debt. Nothing of any worth whatsoever.
So what was with his latest want? Why was his darkest wish to grab her and capture her mouth with his every time he saw her, have the impulse to take her and nibble at her neck every time they touched? Why did he have the subconscious urge to add on her debt and keep her around? What was the point, where was the purpose? What was she worth to him?
Kyoya was greedy by upbringing. He had the means to get everything he wanted, and used them without digression.
Kyoya was greedy by example. Watching his parents get everything they desired had rubbed off on him. Whatever he wanted, he got. And for some reason, he wanted Haruhi Fujioka.
Kyoya was greedy by nature. And he knew that very, very soon, he would have and possess, one Haruhi Fujioka.
He gave a sinister grin at nothing in particular, and his eyes glowed gold for a single, blinding second.
a/n the eye thing does mean something, promise! just bear with me.