When She smiles
Kyoya Fanfiction
Authors Note: Sorry for the wait guys, I completely forgot about this story and was in school and all kinds of stuff, so here is the next instalment. Sorry for the wait, again,
Chapter three:
Song: Poker face & Just dance
Artist: Lady Gaga
Poker night.
Every Friday at my fathers club they hold a poker night and this night I was asked to help wait tables.
Not a job, a favor.
I didn't want to but later on that night I would have to deal with drunk boys and men hitting on me while trying to play poker.
What was I? Just another piece in his little chess game to take over the Ootori house?
My father was such a jerk, it wasn't fair to either families.
He wasn't being very fair.
You see, my father was going to play the head of Ootori house.
First a friendly game, then a slightly harder game.
This was ridiculous.
"DADDY! You're being a jerk!" I screamed, glaring at the phone before looking up at my room mates who eyed me.
"What?" I growled.
They scurried away to the host club.
That's when it hit me,
I got an evil idea.
"Virginia, please, be mature like your siblings"
With that I hung my head and closed my eyes.
I hated being compared to my siblings.
Persephone was always more musically talented than me. However, for the record, I can't sing so who cares.
Ottis was always smarter than me. However, I was a B+ average student, thank you very much. I was always a point away from an A. But, Ottis would have invented another grade higher than an A if he could have.
Mellony was always better looking, and popular.
I just couldn't win!
Never!
But that would change.
"Daddy... can I invite a few friends to play?" I asked, brushing my hair back with my hands.
"Why, any friends from the school would be welcome in my club,"
I grinned.
"I will see you tonight then" I stated, clicking it shut and standing, looking to the dress with disgust.
Looking down to my black shorts and baggy blue T I shrugged and marched from the room with flip-flops on and my hair free.
It felt good in the abnormal heat of October.
Music room number 3.
Mischief! Mischeif! My conscious screamed for me not to do this, but what would hurt to continually humiliate Kyoya?
I mean, come on! It was perfect.
Okay, maybe not fool proof but it would humiliate him either way!
Either making his father loose to mine or be caught with his father at a club and people seeing him there playing poker would ruin his reputation.
"MUHAHAHAHA!" I burst into mad laughter before cooling down and opening the door and sneaking around the girls listening to Tamaki's lame womanizer speech.
"Hey! Haruhi!" I whispered, throwing a flower at her back.
Instantly she turned around and shook her head confused.
Waving, both her and twins began sneaking towards me.
"So do we have a plan boss?" Kaoru whispered
"Yea... I'm ready for some Mischeif" Hikaru added.
"Who knows how to play Poker?" I grinned.
XOX
I stood in the back, pulling on black slacks and a white button up with a white rose corset on the front of it, black strings holding it together.
Glaring in the mirror.
"Kyoya was right" I whined, When I tried to dress up I looked like a slut.
I pulled up my hair into its famous messy bun, I grabbed the serving platter and walked out.
There were men galore outside the kitchen but none of them were cute.
All married or broke men that had nothing to loose but their soberness.
Sliding a beer to one man, I received a smack in the butt. I was not going to be frequently accused of being a slut, which included stopping all the butt smacking.
Sure the pants made it look awesome, but still!
"Oh no!" I growled, grabbing his face and smashing it into the table and walking on, not even caring that he fell to the floor unconscious without any alcohol in his system.
"You're violent" Haruhi stated, finally looking like a girl.
"Yea... it's a disease" I groaned, walking with her towards the bar and placing other drinks on and explaining how to set things up and how to give them up according to how she recieved them.
"From the outside, in, left to right"
"Why?"
"That's the order in which they were ordered, so in the order they will be given out."
With that I took first round and she took the second till we met in the middle and I could barely hold my giggles in.
There was Kyoya sitting beside his father and my father, Ottis beside him.
"Evening gentlemen" I stated, handing Ottis and my father their drinks and watching Haruhi handing Ootori's head a drink but looking to Kyoya who sat there with a hand of cards in his hand.
"A Soda for Kyoya" She stated, handing him a cold glass with ice in it.
I watched as he sipped it then looked up through his bangs and glared.
Smirking I walked around the table, trailing my finger on his shoulder,
"Have fun" I mocked, strolling with Haruhi back to the bar to watch out for heavy drinkers and heavy players.
"So what exactly as we doing?" Haruhi asked, before looking up and seeing the twins behind the bar, wiping clean glasses.
"I'm going to humiliate Kyoya... just a little bit" I laughed, looking at the twins who had smirks on their face's.
"This is going to be delicious" Kaoru laughed.
"ohh yea" Hikaru stated.
-Kyoya's View-
What was she planning? The twins somehow convinced me to come to this stupid event with my father.
He thought it would be a great idea, to show off our intellect and strategy ability.
Use it against the man who owned a poker club... smart, very full of strategy? not in my opinion.
Something was going through that fire head's mind. Something dangerous, she was up to something, I just knew it.
But what, was what I wanted to know.
I looked to my cards and set down one in the line, pulling one up before placing three down in my pile to the right of my palm.
Norse smirked and looked to me before pulling in the top three cards from the line and placed his whole deck down.
"Full plate, must be hard to be an Ootori boy" Mr. Norse smirked, cracking his knuckles and leaned on them as his son pulled all the cards together and began to shuffle them again.
"Being Ootori is a joy to all of my children" My father put in with a soft sneer. These two were enemies, makes sense their youngest would act that way towards each other.
Mr. Norse, unlike Virginia, had a soft brown with crimson natural highlight, a sharp face and strong nose, plus a chin that made one question if he was a mobster or a real business man.
His son, Ottis, had his hair but he had the beautiful jade green eyes like Virginia,
I shook his head mentally, wondering if he had really complemented Satan's eyes. Actually, he took that back, Satan's Daughters eyes.
But Ottis had sharp features and that scraggly chin like his father but his hair was more red than brown and he wasn't quiet as Robert De Niro/Al Pacino as his father was.
I looked to the cards that I received before taking another sip of my soda, it was definitely different from what I normally drank at the club, but it was to be different since I normally drank tea.
So far my father and Mr. Norse were equal 600 and Ottis and I tied 200.
"How about a bet, Ootori" Mr. Norse joked, smirking at my father.
Being my father, and proper, he would never put down a bet for the looks of him and his company.
"What do you suggest?"
This was going to end out badly.
-XOX- Virginia-XOX-
I sat on the counter, tossing a plastic water bottle back and forth between my hands.
"Whats going to happen?" Haruhi asked, looking at my father and Ootori talking.
"Something utterly disgraceful" I laughed before looking to Haruhi who looked worried.
"Don't worry about it, nothing that is permanent, just something embarrassing" I whispered, patting her back before sliding in behind my father and exchanging his empty drink for a knew one.
With the plate balanced on my hands I changed Ottis's drink before looking at him.
"Whats up Ottis-spunkmier?" I mocked, flicking him upside the head as I rounded the table.
"Women aren't allowed here" He glared, "Especially little girls" He smirked as he looked to his cards.
"Ohh, Really? Then what is your little whore doing here?" I pointed to Jane over in the corner, sitting on a stool and cleaning her nails boredly. She looked up through her bright blond curls and winked at Ottis who blushed before looking at me and glaring.
"Virgina! Please use better language, what am I sending you to that school for?" My father snarled. I put another soda down for Kyoya who smirked at me.
I had it with men.
Boys were stupid, they diserved to have rocks thrown at them.
That's when I accidenly knocked over Kyoya's drink into his lap.
I really didn't mean to do it but somehow in his wicked little mind I did.
"Ugh! This was a 300 dollar pair of pants" he growled, standing up and dabbing at the wet soda.
"Well maybe you should buy cheaper pants" I spat only to see the look on my fathers face before rolling my eyes.
"Fine... Here, let me help you" I snapped, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the kitchen. Haruhi watched us, in complete confusion.
"Don't ask"
"Stupid clutz!" Kyoya snarled as he pushed his way through the sliding doors. I stood before them, imitating stranggling him but Haruhi gave me that look, making me hang my head and march inside.
"Sorry" I mumbled, pulling out a slightly damp towel and beginning to clean his pants down on my knees but he went stiff.
"What?" I groaned, looking up at his now completely white face.
"What? you want this to set in and mold... don't give me that look, it could scare little kids" I laughed and continued to clean his pants before he moved back. I stood up with another huff.
"Look, what is up with you?" I snapped only to look at his face, it wasn't pale like I had thought. It was bright red.
"Did you eat something hot?" I asked, washing out the towel and ringing it out so it was once again slightly damp.
"No!... I can do it" he spat, grabbing the towel from me and dabbing his pants,
"Look! Your going to injure yourself like that, you have to do it softly" I laughed, leaning against the counter.
"I'm not taking advice from you... especially how you dress" He whispered.
"Ohh... you don't like my clothing?" I laughed, walking over to him, smacking the towel from his hand and sneering in his face. I could feel heat radiating off his face, "Well, just because I can't dress up and not look like a slut... would you rather me in gym shorts and big shirts?" I whispered in his face before sliding away from him.
"You better get back out there, or your father might get suspicious that one of us strangled the other"