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Secret 4: The Ohtori House (goes on while events in the Hitachiin house is happening)

Anko spent the rest of the ride doing what remained of her work and then pulled out a book to read, deciding not to talk to Kyoya for now. As the car pulled up to the front door the chauffer opened the door for them. Anko steped out quickly and headed straight to her room to change her clothes before her uncle got home. Kyoya walked behind her and the two separated into their own bedrooms.

Kyoya settled his books down on the table by the couch so that he could look over some notes later that evening for the English test that he and Tamaki had the next day, then crossed the room to sit at his desk. The computer turns on smoothly and the LCD screen glowed brightly in his face. He logged onto a travel site and began to look up what the most fun way to get to the Kyoto Imperial Palace, knowing that that would bring even more profit if the ride was as enjoyable as the actual site. The hours passed by and dinner would be ready soon, so Kyoya went to change out of his school clothes, which he had forgotten to do since he was too preoccupied with what he had said to Anko earlier.

Don't forget why you were sent here to live with us. The coldness of his own voice rung in his ears as he washed his face with a damp cloth to get the stench of school off of him. …Maybe… That was a bit much… He looked at his watch and realized that Anko hadn't bothered him for two hours now and that was very unlike her. He stared into the mirror for a while when he heard a knock at the door. Or maybe not… That must be her now. Kyoya put on his best straight face and opens his door.

"Master Kyoya," said one of his butlers. "Master Suoh is here to see you."

"Thank you," Kyoya said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

Kyoya walked down the stairs and into a sitting room where he sees Anko and Tamaki having tea together and much to his surprise for some reason the kotatsu was on. She was wearing a beige sweater and jeans now with her hair up, looking much more presentable than she was earlier.

"Oh, Oniisan! I was keeping Suoh-sempai company while he waited for you," Anko said cheerfully.

"Yes, yes, Kyoya, come let's have tea!" Tamaki urged, gesturing as to say 'hurry up'.

"What do you mean have tea? It's almost time for dinner," Kyoya responded, wondering if Anko was upset or not. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I wanted to use the kotatsu! I called your house and Anko-chan happened to pick up and when I asked she said I could come over and use it!" Tamaki beamed.

Kyoya looked at Anko for a while and then said, "Fine, do whatever you want."

"Oniisan, you're not going to join us?" Anko asked in a confused tone.

"No, I'm going to get ready for dinner. If you know what's best you're going to tell Tamaki to leave and get ready, too. My father will be home soon."

"…May I invite Suoh-sempai for dinner then since he's here already?" Anko requested.

"Like I said, do whatever you want, if Father gets mad then the blame is on you. I won't take responsibility for your actions, Anko."

Anko sighed and turned to Tamaki with a smile, "Would you like to stay for dinner, Suoh-sempai?"

"I'd love to!" Tamaki agreed in delight. "Well, then we'd best wash up then."

Tamaki pranced over towards the bathroom, leaving Anko to go back to her room. It seems like the moment Tamaki came back out of the bathroom Kyoya had grabbed him.

"Leave now," Kyoya ordered, his eyes icy.

Tamaki has on a child-like, bewildered face and asked, "What? Why? Anko-chan asked me to stay for dinner. It'd be rude if I were to just leave after accepting the invitation, besides I've already phoned Mansion #2 and told them I would be staying here. I'd hate to trouble them after giving them the night off."

"Tell Anko you have to leave because you just remembered that you have to study for your English class tomorrow," Kyoya continued on. "Leave unless you want me to tell the twins about you and Haruhi." Kyoya's mouth turned up into a sadistic looking smile as Tamaki's eyes widen.

Kyoya left Tamaki standing alone to mull over what he wanted to do. He sees Tamaki walk over to Anko when she came back out of her room and smoothly walked over towards them.

"You really can't stay, Suoh-sempai? When you came over a few minutes ago you seemed like you were going to be here for awhile," Anko was saying when Kyoya approached.

"Oh, no, something has come up, that's all," Tamaki lied behind his boyish smile and his arm behind his head, pulling at the hair a little because of how guilty he felt for lying.

"Okay, if you're sure… I hope it wasn't Kyoya- oniisan who changed your mind in the few minutes I was gone. He has a tendency to do that when he wants to get his way," Anko suggested, giving Tamaki an outlet to let him stay and sensing that Kyoya was the reason. She gave him a quick little look.

Tamaki was clear on the fact that today, especially for some reason didn't want him hanging around. "No, no, really, I must go. Thank you very much for having me. We'll have to do this again sometime soon, Anko-chan," Tamaki told her as he headed for the door where a servant was waiting to see him out.

"…Okay then, see you tomorrow, Sempai."

Kyoya gave him a wave and with that Tamaki left the Anko and Kyoya to an awkward silence. Anko turned and went back into her room, not bothering to see if Kyoya was watching or cared. She entered the big room that was styled like a loft. To the right, by the window was a staircase leading up to where the real bedroom was, seeing that it actually had a bed. Downstairs, there was a couch, coffee table, desk, and TV. In one word Anko knew just what it was above all of the others: boring.

"This place could use some sprucing," she sighed and went over to lay on the couch and stare at the blank TV screen.

Don't forget why you were sent here to live with us. Kyoya's words struck her hard and she eyes. You're so cold… Not at all how you usually are- uh- were with me whenever I visited. It's not fair. She put her hand on her other wrist and stared at it for what seemed like forever. She ended up drifting into a nap until a servant knocked on her door to call her to dinner.

"I'll be right there," she groaned as she tried to remember what she had been dreaming about a moment ago. Well, whatever it had been, it made her uneasy. She rose from the couch and woke herself up by splashing cold water on her face before heading to the dining room.

At the table sat her aunt, an older, thin woman with wonderful dark hair that was done in a unique, yet elegant bun without a hair out of place at one head of the table. Kyoya's two brothers sat at one end of the table along with her uncle, Kyoya's father, who sat at the head. He was an older man with short, dark hair that was starting to gray and had a thin figure, if one didn't know the power that this man possessed they would say he looked fragile sometimes. But, he was powerful running the family business that dealt with many things, one being medical was lot of work and he knew just how to get what he wanted. Anko had never witnessed her uncle using his power before and something told her that tonight she would. Kyoya came in just after her and took a seat at the opposite end of the table, to the right of his mother. Anko was unsure where to go when Kyoya's eyes pointed her to the seat on the left of her aunt.

It was a little more than awkward to sit at the Ohtori dinner table when they were not entertaining. Usually, there was idle chatter about the business or the achievements of family members of heads of big companies; tonight it was silent, so silent that it hurt her ears. The food came quickly and they all ate in silence.

"I see you've joined us tonight, Oniisans," Kyoya said cautiously, looking down the table at his two brothers.

"They're here to discuss business after dinner tonight," his father said blandly, not looking up at his son. "Anko-meigosan, when did you get here?"

"I got here just before noon, Oji-san."

"I take it that you were settled in promptly and have seen Ouran Academy. "

"Yes, I have, Ouran is lovely," she replied with a smile.

"Kyoya escorted you around, I assume? Or was he as incompetent as usual?" her uncle asked promptly, not showing any emotion or acknowledging that she enjoyed it.

She shot a glance at Kyoya, knowing that he would be in trouble if he hadn't and Kyoya looked as if he was ready to make an argument, "He did and was very gracious about it."

Kyoya looked at her in surprise for a moment and then added, "Anko- itoko was very welcomed, I made sure of that." The truth was that Kyoya had actually forgotten to greet Anko once she came into the academy because he was going over a lesson in physics that he found interesting.

"Good. Be sure that everyone knows that she is related to us and that she conducts herself as such, Kyoya."

"Of course, Oto-san," Kyoya replied with a nod.

Anko thought of her uniform and blushed, she'd be in a lot of trouble for what she had done to it and would be looked down upon by this man if she chose to wear the boys' one like Keiko and Haruhi (who she found out from Kyoya was a girl). She couldn't bear the thought of another family member being disappointed in her.

"Kyoya, I'm sure that you recall why Anko is here. I want you to keep a close eye on her. I don't need the fact that she's taken her own life to tarnish the Ohtori name," her uncle ordered Kyoya, as if no one else was in the room.

Anko's eyes were wide at the mention of her doing such a thing and especially that her uncle could be so cold about something like that as she looked down into her meal. She bit her lip, she snuck a look at Kyoya and he seemed completely unaffected. He swallowed, wiped his mouth and retorted, "Of course, Oto-san," again. "I will see to it that someone is with her at all times without raising suspicion."

"Oh? Who did you have in mind? "

Anko looked up to hear this too when Kyoya told his father, "Her name is Kian Keiko, a new student and a relative of the Hitachiin family."

"Relative? Why not the Hitachiin boys, themselves?" his mother asked, clearly interested in the choice.

"The two already seem close. It will be easy since they are always together."

"Kian? I've never heard that name before. Have you, Dear?" Kyoya's mother asked, looking down the table at her husband.

"I haven't. Another commoner friend? I'm sure she can't live up to Hisoka."

"Not a friend, Oto-san, just an acquaintance, I'll ask one of the Hitachiins to look after her, too."

His father agreed in approval, as did his mother with this to add, "But, you will check on her every lunch. Do you understand, Kyoya?"

"Yes, Oka-san."

"Good."

The rest of the dinner was silent, as was dessert. By the end of the meal no one had spoken, except for Kyoya's brothers and father, who excused themselves to go and get some work done. Anko, unsure, left the table and entered the foyer to go back into her room, feeling especially unwanted. She twisted her hands as she walked and was halfway there when Kyoya caught up to her.

"Anko," he almost whispered and she stopped, but didn't turn around.

"What, Kyoya? You didn't get enough fun making a fool of me in front of your family?" she asked flatly, looking at her hands.

"Anko, wait," he said, taking a few steps until he was standing behind her. He turned her around and she darted her eyes away from him, not even looking at his shoes.

She waited for a while and then shook her head, "I thought you were better than this, Kyoya. Today at school, tonight at dinner, when do you show any emotion? I thought you weren't as cold as your father with his heart encased in ice. I thought you were smarter than your brothers and could read people better. I thought wrong."

Anko turned away and continued her walk to her room, Kyoya following her. She opened the door and stepped inside, turning quickly to try to slam it on him, but he was too fast for her. He pushed her back and entered. As soon as the door was shut he caught her wrist as she tried to run off and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. "I can't show weakness in front of anyone."

Anko turned to him with disgust on her face, "What on Earth?! Weakness is not equal to emotion. I've heard what they say about you, the kids in the school. They call you the Dark Lord. What the heck kind of title is that?"

"Who said that?" Kyoya asked, his eyes sharpening.

"Tamaki-sempai when he saw the way you were today. I don't blame him, though. I thought you'd steal his poor soul, too! You know, after that whole ugly ordeal I thought it was fine for my father to send me here to live with your family! Do you know why, Kyoya? " Kyoya stared at her without a clue. She threw her arms up in the air and walked over to stand by her desk. After a few minutes of not saying anything she talked to the desk, "It's because I don't think of you as my cousin. You are much more than that. Kyoya, I don't call you Oniisan just for the fun of it. I call you Oniisan because I mean it." She was shaking, a ringing was in her ears, and a tear plopped onto the desk. She then added, "But, but, here, at school, you act like you're ashamed when I call you Oniisan. Ha, the twins even mocked you by calling you that. You break my heart, Kyoya."

Kyoya stood watching her, unsure of what to do. He let his instincts take over, "Anko-chan…" He walked over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Look at me, Anko." She refused and he took her face in his hand, forcing her to look. "I am not ashamed of you. It's unusual to hear you call me that when we're with other people. I will never be ashamed of you… Because…" Kyoya paused as Anko focused on his face. "Because you are my Imotosan, my little sister. Imoto, don't ever think that."

He hugged her close and she cried, "Really?"

"Really," he said sincerely. "And I believe you."

Anko smiled, "No one else does."

"I know that you are stronger than they think. Don't worry, we'll catch whoever killed Fuyu-itoko," Kyoya promises, rubbing his hand on her head in a soothing way.

They sat down on the couch. He took off his glasses, letting his vision blur and he recalled hearing the news of his dead cousin, Fuyu. The call made the whole house tense. But, the Ohtori family acted unaffected for a reason that Kyoya couldn't understand, even he felt a twinge of something.

Kyoya looked at Anko, who seemed to want to talk about it, but couldn't say anything, so Kyoya spoke her thoughts out loud for her, "Fuyu had always been kind and open minded, while keeping an open heart. It was a shock that such a thing would happen to him, to anyone for that matter."

"He was always smiling, even when things went so terribly wrong for him and led to him being disowned," Anko sighed, playing with her hands.

Kyoya went to bed after tucking Anko in as if she was a little girl that couldn't get to sleep without someone to tuck her in. He felt emptiness in him as he crossed the large, barren room to the stairs that led up to his bed. He unbuttoned his shirt a bit, feeling a bit hot and he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He recalled Fuyu being kind to him, even when he was so cold to him. He was sorry that he hadn't been nicer or had gotten to know him better when Fuyu was so genuine. He lifted the covers and let the coldness of the clean cotton touch his bare skin. He turned over facing his alarm clock and closed his eyes. Today had been a very long day.

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