Dunno why, but I really liked writing this chapter xD Uhm...not much to say right now. More important stuff is down below... Sooo, review, favorite, ect...PLEASE! :) Enjoyyy!

Oh yeah, just for the record, the first part that's in italics, is a flashback! So when the italics ends, then it's normal time again. ^^

Disclaimer: Fools! I do not own Ouran High School Host Club...I only own my OCs and the plot... xD


Kyouya Ootori, a 13 year-old boy with the mind of a 20-year old, waited patiently for Ryoma Hirano to return from his pardon that he had excused himself on 10 minutes ago. Suddenly, his cell phone rang from his pocket and Kyouya looked at it to see it was his father.

He answered, "Yes Father?" A deep voice was on the other end, "Kyouya, have you given Hirano-san my message yet?" Kyouya nodded to himself, "Yes. He left a few minutes ago to get the paper work together so he could give it to me to give to you." His father sighed impatiently, "Well, I need you home now; I need you to go out on another errand." Kyouya closed his eyes softly, "I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible."

And with that, they both hung up. Kyouya didn't want to keep his father waiting, so he decided to go search for Hirano himself.

He had heard him go up the staircase, and since there were only three floors to the mansion, yet very long in length, Kyouya decided to start his search on the second floor. He knocked on each door before opening, and was unsuccessful in finding the man.

He was about to give up hope, until he passed by a door that was closed and a visible light was shining through the opening on the bottom. As he got closer, he heard two voices: one man's and one younger female's.

Kyouya was about to knock on the door, but the male voice cut him off, "Stop fighting and suck it up…! I have to get back to that Ootori boy…!" He then heard the female whimper slightly in sadness and fear.

Kyouya's eyes widened as he unconsciously opened the door. If possible, his eyes widened even more at the sight: Ryoma Hirano hovering over a teenage girl, maybe a little younger than himself, exposed in only jeans and a dark blue bra. Hirano's hand was squeezing one of the girl's breasts and the girl's face was stained with tears.

He wasn't an idiot; Kyouya knew what was going on here. But…who was this girl?

When Kyouya had opened the door, all movements had stopped and Hirano and the girl's attentions were on the teenage boy in the doorway. Both of their eyes widened and everyone's faces turned light pinks.

Kyouya tried to speak, but was cut off by Hirano rising from the girl and approaching the Ootori; Kyouya didn't flinch at all. Hirano noticed this and smirked, "Ootori-san…this is Ayame…my daughter." He turned around slightly to the girl Kyouya now knew as Ayame, "Aya-chan, this is Kyouya Ootori-san. He's the son of my business partner, the one you've met many times."

Ayame sat up on the bed, folded her arms around her torso, and knelt her head down in embarrassment. Kyouya stared at the beautiful girl as her black-streaked brown hair covered her face, so he couldn't see her emotions at all. He looked back at Hirano in absolute shock; the highly-regarded man was doing this to his young daughter…?

However, Hirano only smirked at the boy, "Kyouya-san…I understand that you are in a tough spot to being the heir to your father's estate…correct?" Kyouya didn't answer; he only stared. Hirano's smirk grew wider, "As you know, I am very close to your father. And in that connection…I can assure that you become heir…and not either of your brothers…"

This caused Kyouya to cringe and take a deep breath; he was being bribed shamelessly to keep his mouth shut about this scene he had just witnessed… Normally, he knew better than to fall for such a pathetic bribe…however…

Kyouya looked from Hirano to Ayame, causing the two teens to lock eyes. Ayame pleaded to him silently, her eyes practically yelling 'Please stop this madness and save me!'.

But then Kyouya closed his eyes and simply stated, "Very well."

Hirano smirked even wider and Ayame stared at Kyouya in horror.

Ryoma Hirano patted Kyouya's shoulder, causing him to cringe slightly, "Good boy. I'll be sure to always keep the good word in. Before you know it, you'll be the heir of the Ootori Company. Come, I've got that paperwork for your father." And with that, he started down the hallway.

Before Kyouya went to follow the man he now held no respect for, he looked back at Ayame, whose eyes were starting to produce tears. She bit her lip, as if trying to put all her internal pain into her lip, "You're the only one who can do something… Please…!" However, Kyouya turned around and started down the hall as he mumbled loud enough for Ayame to hear.

"Sorry…"

But both Kyouya Ootori and Ayame Hirano knew that no amount of apologies would atone for what the teenage boy had just done.

Kyouya rose a hand to his cheek where Ayame had hit him and sighed, the memories pouring back into his mind. He turned back to the clients and hosts, who all stared at him in shock.

He put on his signature smile for the crowd, "No worries. Please, continue with your happiness ladies…" The girls all swooned at his smile and went back to their hosts and acted like nothing had happened. Kyouya sighed silently in relief, but then Tamaki approached him.

The blond gave Kyouya a serious look, "What was that about Mother?" Kyouya twitched at his nickname, but dropped it, "Just a girl I turned down a few years ago. She still hasn't forgiven me I suppose…" Tamaki gave his best friend one more look but then shrugged and went back to his clients.

Kyouya stared at the door, as if staring at Ayame herself, and whispered inaudibly, "Of course she hasn't forgiven me… That must mean…" He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he went back to his laptop to manage the Host Club profits.

I'm sorry Ayame Hirano…I truly am…

Ayame's veins were pulsing with adrenalin as she paced around her room. After 4 years, she had never expected to see Kyouya Ootori again… In fact, that time four years ago had been the only time she ever saw him…until today…

She glanced at her clock and gasped loudly to herself; 12:50 AM. Ayame ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed her temples, "When did it get this late…? I got home at about 5…read for 2 hours…wrote for another 2 hours…showered…and then apparently paced for 3 hours…?"

Ayame started to get frustrated with herself as she went over to her bed, picked up her black pillow, and threw it angrily at the wall as she shouted, "He could have done something!! He could have ended ALL of this!!" Her stamina suddenly drained as she fell to her knees and her face buried into her bed. She felt tears forming as she mumbled into the comforter, "Mom…would never say anything…and…Father…threatened to ensure that I never became a novelist… Mom's devotion and my dream was what caused this to continue…"

She punched a fist into her blanket as she hissed, "But Kyouya Ootori…! He had solid proof of what that bastard does to me…!" Tears started to stain her comforter as she screamed, "HE'D RATHER HAVE HIS PRECIOUS ESTATE…!!"

Ayame breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down, but then a few minutes later, there was a knock at her door, "Aya-chan? Are you awake?" She clenched her fists as she raised her head from the bed and glared at the door. However, Ayame didn't get the chance to answer; Ryoma Hirano entered her room without warning, still in his business suit.

He stared at his daughter in confusion, "Why are you on the floor? Aya-chan…have you been crying?"

He began to approach her, but Ayame stood up instantly and took several steps backwards, "N-No, I'm fine, I just..." Ryoma cut her off, "It was Ouran and all those men, wasn't it? I knew this would happen…" Before Ayame could go back any further, her father grabbed her wrist tightly, threw her on the bed, and he sat on her stomach, "Aya-chan…you don't need any dirty men in your life. No…all you need is me. Me and you Aya-chan…like it was meant to be…"

As he spoke to her, he was tracing along the top hem of her spaghetti strap shirt and then along her collarbone. Ayame shivered in disgust under his touch and went to move his hands away, but then he caught her hands with his own and he held them over her head.

He then leaned down and began planting hungry kisses and bites on her neck and jaw line. Ayame clamped her eyes shut, trying to control her tears from forming, but it was futile as she felt her father use his mouth to lower her shirt so he could bite lower than her collarbone.

She went to tell him to stop, when her cell phone suddenly started to ring. Ryoma stopped what he was doing, but didn't raise his lips from his daughter's flawless skin. Ayame's eyes widened slightly at the fact that her phone was even ringing; nobody ever called her…

Ayame almost didn't dare to answer the phone that was vibrating and ringing in her pocket, but her eyes widened when Ryoma rose from her skin and put his fingers in her pocket. Before he actually took the phone from her pocket, his fingers went elsewhere, causing Ayame to jump and her eyes to instantly tear up. He looked at the caller ID and frowned, "It's not any number you have saved."

Regardless, he put the phone on her stomach and got off of her, but not before gliding his hand under her shirt briefly and massaging her upper stomach lightly. He went to the door and was about to close it, but then he turned back to Ayame and smiled, "We can continue tomorrow night." Then, he shut the door and she heard his footsteps go down the hallway.

Ayame sat up and stared at the unknown number on her caller ID for a few seconds before flipping the phone open, "H-Hello?" The voice on the other end responded, "I guess I was right… I wasn't going to hang up until you answered." Ayame gulped slightly; the voice was male and that idea made her uneasy, "Wh-Who is this…?"

"Kyouya Ootori…"

The girl gasped silently before glaring at nobody, "How dare you have the nerve to call me…!" She heard the older boy sigh, "My father just got back from a meeting with your father a while ago." There was silence and Ayame was unsure as to where he was going with this.

After a few more seconds, he sighed again, "It was obvious today that he still… *pause* And, I assumed that at about a few minutes ago, he would go to you and… *pause* I hope I was able to…help you…"

Ayame stared at her wall in shock as her mouth went agape, "You…helped me…?" She could almost sense him blink in confusion, "Did I…?" She stared at her feet in surprise; he had helped her… His assumption was correct and because of that, one night was avoided.

Ayame Hirano was almost…grateful for the help of a man, let alone him being Kyouya Ootori.

The silence was enough for Kyouya as he sighed internally, "I really am…sorry…for my actions four years ago… However, I hope you understand that I…" Ayame cringed and glared once again, "I understand but don't think this was enough for me to forgive you because Kyouya Ootori, that won't be any time soon!"

And with that, she flipped her phone closed and threw it across the room into the opposite wall. She glared at her phone with rage, but then it slowly dissipated and she gulped hard as tears were forming once again.

Thank you…Kyouya Ootori…

Kyouya sighed and flipped his phone shut and placed it on the table next to his glasses. He laid back onto his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. A few minutes ago he had been exhausted, but now he was wide awake. He moved onto his side to try and get more comfortable, but was still restless. He gulped as he went back to staring at the ceiling in deep thought.

She may not fully forgive me now…but hopefully she will soon…


Ahh! I still loved this chapter... ^^'' Anow I know this seems like some majorr KyouyaxOC...but it's not, I promise. Stuff with the Hitachiins should be coming in later...I just gotta lead up to it so everything can come together! However...I was also playing with the idea of a onesided KyouyaxOC....MAYBE. xD

So, just another reminder to REVIEW and FAVORITE and do ALL THINGS THAT WILL MAKE ME HAPPYY!!! :) SHOUTOUT TO THOSE WHO HAVE DONE ALL THOSE THINGS!!! :D