His father, Kyouya felt, was far more in touch with his feminine side than he ought to. The older man's instinctive response when faced with something, anything that displeased him was to slap it. It was for this reason that when his father discovered his... ahem sexual preferences (due entirely to Tamaki's big, loud, and often irritating mouth) and he did not find himself on the receiving end of what could only aptly be described as a bitch slap, he expected nothing short of a quick and painless death.
The man had turned and immediately left without a single word and Kyouya knew it was to either rally to have the lethal hanging of one's third son legalized or to hire a hit man. Considering that no amount of money or political pull could possibly convince any politician anywhere to legalize murder, Kyouya had half a mind to give his father Kasanoda-san's number. Being the heir of a powerful gang the boy would most likely have a skilled hit man on call who could easily dispose of him and the red head would likely appreciate the business and repay it by visiting Haruhi at the host club which in turn would boost the cross-dresser's business by as much as 22 percent.
The fact that Kyouya himself would be dead was accepted with the same clinical disregard as any other obstacle in his plans.
Therefore, the young man was rightly surprised when no less than three days later he found himself sitting in the extremely formal, only used once before sitting room with his father perched on the sofa immediately to his right as the older man explained in a very finite terms that he was now engaged.
Across the room, his younger sister and mother (who he had never seen so much as smile before) giggled in a manner that was far too annoyingly female as the strikingly handsome Sirius Black (age 36, born June 23, 1969, blood type O positive) charmed them with stupid, nonsensical joke after stupid, nonsensical joke. His father made a disgusted noise softly and Kyouya agreed for a moment before being entirely struck by the fact that his father had in allowed him to hear such a human sound.
"I have always wanted our two families joined," his father muttered softly and the glasses wearing teen found himself entirely too shocked to respond. "The Ootari family and the Potter family. James Potter and I were friends (the elder man's tone suggested anything but) in our youth and I have felt the merging of our families to be in the best interests of us both. I had hoped to have James' orphaned son (the absolute blase manner in which James' and his nameless wife's death was mentioned confirmed Kyouya's suspicions of their so called 'friendship') marry your sister, but his guardian," They both took the moment to shoot the still charming man half dirty half exasperated looks. "claimed that he would not allow his ward to enter into any marriage contract with a woman as the boy was not attracted to them."
It went unsaid as to why his father hadn't simply forced one of his sons into the contract regardless of their preferences. Only a stupid man would throw away the chance at more heirs to the family name, no matter how much a union between two families was desired.
This problem, however, was solved by his own homosexuality.
With this sudden conclusion, Kyouya suddenly felt on much more even ground. His father had not entered him in this marriage contract with hope for Kyouya's happiness but rather used his preferences as means to achieve his own desired end. All was right with this world.
"It is due to you loud friend's exclamations (and oh if words could kill, the tone of his father's words alone would slay Tamaki quite painfully) that I realized young Harry Potter could serve as your bride."
Kyouya would have pointed out that in a same sex marriage wherein both partners were male such as his father was trying to arrange they would both, in fact, be grooms. The words however, never quite made it past his lips as at just that moment a young boy, perhaps a head or so taller than Haruhi entered the room to immediately be pounced upon on by Black.
"Here he is, here he is! This, my dear ladies, (Black glanced to the two men sitting awkwardly on the couch before tacking on a quick 'and gentlemen'.) is the beautiful godson I was telling you about!" Sirius Black crowed to the room, filling the entirely too large space with his booming, ecstatic voice.
Beautiful was not quite the word Kyouya would have used, although he could not immediately draw up any better off the top of his head. The boy (supposedly one Harry Potter: age 15, born July 31st, 1990, blood type A negative)had a light golden tan with a mop of messily curly black hair covering most of his face as the boy kept his head bowed downwards.
Sirius tutted softly, gripping Harry's chin to lift his head. "Come on baby cub, don't hide your pretty eyes."
The man continued to whisper something in Harry's ear, which finally caused the boy to flutter open his eyes with a soft smile.
It was as those eyes, more vibrant and beautiful a green than any emerald money could buy (and Kyouya knew as he had, in the past, seen many of the most expensive emerald the world had to offer) meet his own slightly narrowed eyes with the softest of smiles turning at soft pink lips that a more appropriate word for his new 'bride' came to mind.
"Mine."
A.N: I'll have you know that this is in my documents as Fuckingbunny, cuse this fucking bunny pounced me like a puma. I was going to wait until later to post this but figured, eh - it's 1:07 am, why not? So here you are dear Catzi- a Kyouya/Harry fic, which I feel you should know is by far the longest chapter thus far. Good day and good night my dears.
EDIT: Which reminds me, I bumped both Harry and Sirius' birthdays up ten years to better mesh with the Ouran timeline.
