Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club nor it character. All original characters are of my own design and creation.
Kyouya Ootori was a very efficient man. He liked to get the greatest amount of positive results from the least amount of work, there by leading to a more effective and beneficial outcome.
Kyouya prided himself on his ability to gather information on people, even if it meant by unorthodox mean. Like for instance, trying to hack into the Illyria Academy database for personal files on one Sayuri Yoshida, the mystery writer of the letter. He had only found information that was unuseful to his current case. He had only found her name, age, academic transcript, which to be honest were rather impressive, and picture.
Kyouya had been right in his assumption that Sayuri Yoshida was the black hair teen with glasses that had briefly spoke to them near the ended of their little in counter. She seemed to be the authority figure of the small group. He hadn't found anything useful, like an address, parents names, what her family did, etc. Things he could use as bargaining chips, because information was only useful if you had something to gain.
So, he went to plan B, and asked other transfer students if they knew them. This, however, although more informative, had been even less effective.
"Sayuri Yoshida? I know of her, but I've never met her. She's an Ivy. What's an Ivy? You don't know? The Ivy's are a secret society, one from each year, who are the most beautiful, intelligent, and influential girls in the school. Some say that they pull the strings to everything that goes on at school. You should stay away from them."
"Sayuri Yoshida? Of course I know her! Everyone does! She like a super genius or something! But don't make her mad. I once heard that a girl looked at her the wrong way and Sayuri had her family bankrupt by that afternoon!"
"Sayuri Yoshida? Why would you want to know about her? Her and her friends are bunch of stuck up, pretty bitches if you ask me? Everyone thinks they're so perfect what with their good looks, and high grades, and spectacular social lives! And they have every guy at Illyria begging for a date, I swear, they don't even give a girl like me a chance! And they didn't even let me join their little club!"
"Sayuri? Dude, she's totally hot! What I wouldn't give to have a piece of that!" Kyouya twitched angrily on the inside, becoming more and more agitated with each student that he talked to.
Information like this was even less effective than no information. What good were the rumors of vapid teens?
"Alright then? Do you know where can I find Miss Yoshida?" Kyouya asked the young man whom he had stopped just now.
"Beats me," He replied with a shrug.
"I think I saw her heading into the library. I'd recognize that skirt anywhere!" His friend said, elbowing his friend with a wink.
Kyouya, on the inside, sneered in disgust at the blonde boy's behavior, but kept an even face on the outside.
"Which one was she going to?" He asked.
"You mean there's more than one?" Kyouya brow did visible twitch at this, as he closed his eyes to remain calm. How did any of these idiots get into an honors school?
"Thank you anyway." Kyouya said in parting from the teens and sighing in frustration when he was far enough away to get away with it.
Judging by where the two male teens had come from, Kyouya deduced that the second library was his best bet.
Scanning the various faces and aisles for his target, Kyouya finally found it when hereached the back of the library. She was seated at a long desk with various books semi circled around her, writing in a notebook as she scanned the pages. He did so love his ability to make the right decision.
"Excuse me, Miss Yoshida." The dark brunette in question looked up at the towering figure beside her. "Hello, my name is Kyouya Ootori. I am the Vice President of the Ouran Host Club."
"I know who you are." The young woman said plainly, turning back to her books.
"Oh? I was not aware that we had been introduced." Kyouya said in a friendly tone he forced for clients.
"We haven't." Sayuri answered, still scanning through her pages and jotting down notes, "But your one of the sons of the Ootori group, so I knew who you were through your family's publicity. The Host Club thing wasn't that hard, considering that we met briefly yesterday and your president made a big show of telling us who you were. That and none of the girls at this school would shut up about it if I asked."
Kyouya arched a brow at the cool, almost bored, tone of the rationalized response. That and he was a little unnerved by the fact that she knew more about him than he knew about her. This rarely ever happened. He could count the times it had on one hand.
"Is this about yesterday? I sent notice that we wouldn't be attending your invitation in advance. Did you not get it?" Sayuri asked calmly and Kyouya swore he heard the whisper of 'if you want something done right' under her breath.
"No, I have that right here." Kyouya said pleasantly, pulling the neat letter out of his breast pocket.
Sayrui glanced up from her reading quickly to inspect that it was intend her letter, then went back to her books. "So what's the problem?"
"Pardon?" Kyouya asked in confusion.
"I assume that you're here because there is a problem. What is it?" She asked again, tone tittering on the verge of bored and annoyed.
Kyouya's face fell for a brief second before his mask was back on. "There isn't a problem. I was just wondering why you and your friends did not want to accept our invitation."
"Isn't it obvious, we weren't interested." She told him, as if he were daft for asking
Kyouya stiffened at the rather blunt response. Uninterested? No one had ever been uninterested in them. Not even when they had first started up.
"Well, I wish you would have told us that before you excepted and we postponed business for you." He replied coolly.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware. We will reimburse you for your lost profits if that's what your after."
"You couldn't afford it." He told her plainly.
Sayuri stopped her scribbling and turned her head.
"Oh really?" She asked. A sculpted brow arched carefully at him.
"Don't take it personally," Kyouya said, switching back to his pleasant tone and smile, "It's just that even with the four of you, you couldn't afford to pay back the kind of money we make in a few hours."
Sayuri smiled, not caring that it looked obviously forced. However, her upbringing would not allow her to use the emotions that she was currently feeling to be shown in public. 'When in doubt, smile' her mother had once said.
"Well, I am sorry. We will try not to have better things to do when invited to stroke the egos of callow boys in our free time." She told him. Her tone was pleasant and cool, but with an underlying sheet of venom behind every beautifully articulated word.
Kyouya flinched slightly before he could control it. Never had he been insulted so openly by anyone. If he had been anyone else, he would have shaken with rage. But Kyouya remained calm.
"Well, I'm sorry that we offered to inconvenience you, Miss Yoshida. Perhaps it was best that you didn't come," He said, turning to walk away, "Our club probably isn't for you anyway. It would probably be like casting pearls before swine*." Sayrui snapped straight and whipped around to retort, but The Shadow King was gone.
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*: Casting pearls before swine, for those that don't know, is an old saying that pretty much says don't give things to those that can't appreciate their value. So, Kyouya wasn't calling her a pig, just unrefined. Seemed like a Kyouya thing to do
