Shiro YokiOotori Chapter 3
Shiro Yoki was an average Japanese teenager, going to high school, getting good grades, working at a high class restaurant. Until a sudden accident lands her with her rich Uncle she never knew she had. She strikes a deal with her Uncle.
Special note: I will refure to Shiro as Male when she is acting as an Ootori and Female when she lets it go.
Shiro mixed in with the crowded streets and slipped down narrow alleys, but she couldn't shake the feeling... the feeling of being watched. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, stopping in an alleyway waiting for the phone to ring.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
Hope my boyfriend won't mind it
The song came from behind Shiro as the phone was picked up.
"H-Hey Shiro-senpai. It's been a long time huh?" The voice on the other end asked as they came out from behind the wall. It was a girl with shoulder length; redish brown hair, with alluring honey colored eyes and peach skin. The girl looked no older than 15 wearing a pink and white sailor uniform of St. Lobelia girl's academy.
"Why are you following me. Rena-chan?" Shiro asked as she looked at the younger girl, both hanging up their phones.
"Well the others were really worried when they couldn't get you on your phone and then they heard about the accident..." Rena trailed off as Shiro's face became emotionless; it sent chills down Rena's spine.
"Well I'm fine. I'm living with my uncle and cousins from my dad's side." Rena gasped as her eyes widen in shock and disbelief. Shiro surged her shoulders and gave Rena a card with her new number written on it. Shiro left and Rena watched her go, before turning around and dashing off in the other direction to inform 'The Others'.
La VidaAmore
"Hey, Shiro! Nice to see you back!" One of the other waiters yelled as Shiro came out of the women's dressing room. Only...
Shiro looked like a handsome young waiter, black dress shoes, black slacks, a soft off white long sleeved shirt a crimson red vest with pearl buttons and black tie was the male uniform as Shiro was just finishing braiding his hair. He glanced over at the other waiter and Shiro gave him a smirk.
"It's good to be back."
Shiro muttered as he picked up the orders for a table, and walked out into the dining room, Shiro blinked as he saw who was sitting at the table.
'This is going to be interesting.'
He thought as he placed the orders before the customers, holding back a smirk and his tongue.
"Oto-san! I wanted to meet Shiro-kun! Where is he?" The only woman at the table asked/whined. She had jet black hair, onyx eyes and pail skin as she was dressed in royal blues. The woman pouted as she looked at her father, Mr. Ootori whose glasses caught a glare but Shiro could feel the man's eyes on him, fully aware of who was serving them.
"It's bad enough Kyoya-kun couldn't make it. I bet he and Shiro are getting along like brothers!" The woman said hopefully as Shiro resisted rolling his eyes as he set a plate before one of the other men seated at the table. There were only four of them, Mr. Ootori, the woman and two other men. Shiro could see the resemblance of the three to his uncle, who didn't say a word as the other three went ignorant of Shiro's relation to them.
"Yes, Oto-san. What kind of person is this Shiro?" One of the young men asked Mr. Ootori, his black hair short and neat, looking like a respectable businessman, taking up his utensils and eating. All the while Shiro wanted to chuckle at their obliviousness but held it in as Shiro refilled the other young man's wine glass, this one wearing glasses slimier to Mr. Ootori and Kyoya, but his were rectangular with full frame.
"That is not a matter we will discuss here." Mr. Ootori told them, they gave their father puzzling looks as Shiro left a smirk on his face. "People let alone, the wealthy, hardly ever pay attention to those serving them." Shrio muttered as he worked the rest of the night, Mr. Ootori glaring at Shiro's back.
"Oto-san? Is there something wrong with the waiter?" The young man with glasses asked his father, he had noticed the look his father was sending the young waiter; he was young, about 15, and looked a bit like a woman but the uniform confirmed that the server was male, even with the braided black hair and red high lights.
Kyoya
He typed furiously on his laptop, his eyes narrowed as his fingers harshly hit the keys.
Shiro Yoki
He tried to find some data on Shiro besides the information he had. So far he had found out Shiro's grades pre-Ouran, they were all B and C's, pretty average, participation in clubs was obvious, Drama, with a few memorable roles, as well as a part time job at La Vida Amore, a restaurant his family and many other well known and well off families frequented. Yet Kyoya couldn't remember ever seeing Shiro before there, the faces of the wait staff a blur to him and unimportant. He had never giving them much of a thought.
Kyoya found an online Yearbook of Shiro's Middel School.
He had no problem locating his cousin and...
Kyoya stood up out of his chair, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock at the photo he found.
"Malcolm... Ootori? " Kyoya uttered the dead man's name as he trembled at the sight.
"He... he... he looks like..." Kyoya couldn't fathom it as he looked at the photo; if he didn't know better he would say this was a trick, something the twins came up with to freak the Shadow king out. Kyoya ran it threw a program and it came back in only a few seconds.
'This is not a doctored photo.' Kyoya thought as the shock at seeing what Malcolm Ootori looked like a bit before his death, his heart hammered in his chest. He shut down his computer and went to go to bed. Tomorrow... Shiro would become a host.
Oh what could have started Kyoya? Does anyone know Kyoya's Siblings, I know Fumi is his sister ande one of his brothers is Akira? Akito? Something that starts with an A.
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