Rating: Written for Mature Readers due to sexual and violent situations.

Genre: Drama, Erotica, and Romance.

Summary: She was the daughter of a Computer Mongol. She'd be damned to near hell if she was letting Kyouya get away with hurting her. The Ootori family would be dirt poor before she ever forgave him. Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

AN: However, this fiction is unrelated to any story element from Ouran High School Host Club itself.


A loud crack followed by a momentary flash of light sounded through the air. The sky seemed melancholic and monotonous, but Sadja knew better. The rain was a sign that everything in the world was right. Leaning back against her chair, she stared out of the window watching the raindrops.

She silently watched as the raindrops raced against each other and the wind to get to the edge, almost like her and Haruhi. A subtle race that one had initiated without the other's mental notice. A small grimace flashed onto Sadja's face before disappearing no more than a second later.

Haruhi.

That name was starting to appear everywhere. If it wasn't on paper, it was on the board. If it wasn't there, it was in a sentence followed by the words "was Kyouya's gigolo" or if not gigolo, then Paramour. There had even been a rumor that Haruhi was no longer here on scholarship; Kyouya had been paying for it all.

"Everyone just needs to shut up,"

The scraping of pens, followed by hushed whispers and the occasional passed note was starting to irritate her. Why? Why the controversy? There really wasn't anything more to it.

Sadja momentarily lost her composure, snapping her pencil in half. She cleared her throat, and pulled out a pen. Looking back at her desk, it had been a note from Kellen who was across the room.

Apaisier*! You look as if you're plotting Haruhi's death.

Pouting shortly, Sadja tapped her pen against the desk before sending her reply.

And what if I was?

Kellen shot her a glare, before standing up quickly. "Sensei, Ge'hilu-san is looking feverish. May I escort her to the nurse?"

The Sensei nodded at her answer before rushing over, and nearly pulling Sadja out of her chair. After faux limping and looking slightly dizzy, they'd left the class. Once the door had closed behind them, Kellen yanked Sadja by the arm in the way opposite of the school infirmary.

Kellen had brought Sadja near the outskirts of the school, under and behind the pillars. After walking for a bit, they'd sat at a bench and Sadja stared into the sky.

Kellen tucked a stray hair behind her ear and put her arm around Sadja's shoulders.

"S'il vous plait, why are you so upset?" Kellen had whispered after a while. Sadja shrugged, never taking her eyes off the grey clouds. "I know it hurts. Every first love hurts, but you're not alone."

Sadja had stayed quiet; licking her lips, she averted her eyes to the ground. "Tallulah told the boys not to come anywhere near us. I haven't seen my boys in days – the only time I see them is when they're around Haruhi."

"So she took yours too?" Sadja murmured.

"No, because they are mine and I am theirs. I have staked my claim, and I don't plan on letting go. They know that." Kellen explained.

"What about Tallulah?" She questioned.

"Tallulah and Mitsukuni have known each other since they were young. Even if she's Ritsu's baby sister, she handles her own. Mitsukuni handles her, too. I'm sure they're already talking." Kellen responded.

"So it's just me? I'm the oddball? I'm the one that's resented?" Sadja inferred quietly. Kellen shook her head.

"Jamais, Kyouya is resented, and I am sure he knows this."

"Fuck Kyouya," Sadja grunted.

Kellen laughed, before framing Sadja's bangs. They sat quietly, Kellen playing and perfecting Sadja's hair. Sadja insisted on looking away, looking everywhere but at her friend.

"You have ports to check." Kellen reminded.

Sadja gave her best friend a weak smile, pulling her into a tight hug. "Thanks," She whispered. Kellen hugged her back before pushing her away.

"You're thanking me as if this is going to be the last time. Now, please. Run along." Kellen chuckled.

Sadja had gotten up, dusted off her dress and walked off. Each step she took, she could feel her heart getting heavier – but her pride getting stronger. Turning the corner, she heard the thunderclap and a small smile veiled onto her features.


Haruhi was confused. If not slightly, but she felt a little misunderstood.

She'd caught wind of the rumor about her and Kyouya, and she sputtered when a girl had asked her during host hours.

Kellen had visited her then too, and was also quite interested in what made Haruhi attracted to Kyouya. Haruhi blanked a bit, before having her eyebrows crease.

"I…well, um…" Haruhi choked; looking over at Kyouya, she could see the flash of his glasses.

Come up with something quick, I do not need another five thousand added to my debt.

"I guess I've always liked Kyouya-senpai. He's different, sort of. He doesn't always say the right things and his bad days occur more often than his good days, and for the most part, he can be really mean. However, that's Kyouya, and I accepted that, then I respected it and then I guess it just happened. I wouldn't say Kyouya and I are together, but I have told him this."

By the time Haruhi had finished, the hosts and the girls they were hosting had gathered around to listen. Eyes were wide – all except two. Kellen and Kyouya. Kellen simply stirred her tea, a small smile on her face. Looking up and Haruhi, Kellen sipped her tea. "So Kyouya," Kellen called. "Are you and Haruhi together?"

Eyes darted from Haruhi, to Kellen, to Kyouya. That was a good question. Kyouya sat still, well aware that the sun had covered his eyes. He stood, and walked towards the back of the room before announcing, "Haruhi, please follow me. I have something we need to discuss."

Haruhi stood and followed to the back, attempting to ignore the whispers of her friends and peers behind her. Once closing the door, she was face to face with a slight irritated Ootori.

"You know, by doing that Haruhi, you've stirred up a bit of trouble." Kyouya commented after awhile.

"We both know that I couldn't have denied it." Haruhi replied.

"True, but now there are consequences that we have to face. I'm adding this onto your debt."

"Really senpai?" Haruhi asked in slight disbelief.

Walking towards the door, Kyouya stopped briefly. "Is that a complaint, Haruhi?"

"No, senpai, not at all."

Following Kyouya out of the room, they stood in a half-circle of everyone but Kellen whom had never moved from her seat. "Haruhi and I are officially a couple." Kyouya said with a fake smile.

Haruhi tilted towards him smiling awkwardly.

Faux pas, you're both fake.

Kellen stirred her tea, sipping it again before standing up. Picking up her bag, she set her teacup on the short agarwood table. A small chuckle escaped her lips and the Hitachiin twins turned around to see her departure from the clubroom.

The two looked at each other, shrugging and summing it up to nothing and turned back around. They would find her later, or she would find them. Whichever came first.


The rain hadn't subsided and Kellen didn't think it would anytime soon. Especially with the way things were going. At this rate, if none of the drama died down quickly, everything she'd striven so hard to keep in place would fall apart.

Kellen pushed a stray hair behind her ear as she sat on the club couch. Kyouya had sent a note saying he wanted to ask her of something. Kellen went regardless, painfully aware that Tallulah had warned them all not to come anywhere near her. She waved it off, after all she and the twins had been a bit busy today. She was sure Tallulah and Honey were already together, and that is meant in both senses of the word.

Checking the clock on the wall, Kellen waited.

Don't bring anyone but yourself.

That was the second line of the note, so she followed. Meet him here at 7:30, after the hosts had all left – which she had done, and not to bring anyone which she had also done.
Checking her watch for the third time in the hour, she heard a door open and close, yet she sat still.

"Punctual, as always?" She asked – being the first to speak. She hadn't heard a reply, but she didn't need to. Kyouya had walked and sat in the seat directly across from her.

"How much do you know?" He demanded. A small smile graced her face.

"Hello to you too. I know enough." She answered curtly.

"How much is enough?" he questioned. Rolling her lips around, she pursed them.

"I know that you and Haruhi aren't together. I know that your father wishes for you to marry Haruhi, which is why you and Sadja are not together. I know that you think this is how you'll be able to court Haruhi, and I know that this conversation is being overheard." Kellen answered after a minute.

Kyouya's facial expression didn't change. "I suppose you know most of everything. Have you told Sadja?" He asked.

"I'm doing what I feel is right. If Sadja knew, I'm sure she would have addressed you." Kellen replied. Kyouya sat in silence, boring holes into Kellen who sat across from him, highly amused.

"What is your reason for you being in the situation? Is this beneficial to you in anyway?" He asked her, eyes narrowing.

"Contrary to popular belief, not everything is about benefits, Kyouya. There is such a thing as sympathy." Kellen said.

"You feel sympathy for your friend?" Kyouya asked, his face never changing.

"No, you social recluse. It's her fault for getting involved with an Ootori. You're all money-hungry bottom feeders. Love is blind, so whatever. I'm sorry for her though. I'm sorry you couldn't treat her the way she should've been treated." Kellen explained. Her smile never changed, Kellen giggled.

"I treated her with dignity and respect," Kyouya argued – his once neutral face frowning.

"No, you hosted her. You don't host your girlfriend. That is so simple, I'm sure even Tamaki knows that." Kellen murmured with a roll of her eyes. She stood up, signaling that the conversation was over. "Kyouya, was this conversation beneficial to you in any way?" Kellen asked him as she reached the door.

When he'd done nothing but stay quiet, she lilted in laughter and walked out of the door.


Jigolo - Male prositute

Paramour - Male mistress

Apaisier - Calm down,

S'il vous plait - Please

Jamais - Not ever, never

Faux pas - socially awkward or tactless act, especially one that violates accepted social norms, standard customs, or the rules of etiquette