Chapter Rating: T
Trigger Warnings: None, that I know of.

A/N: Hey guys! I thought I'd post a super quick, Kyoya chapter tonight, as I won't be able to update until the weekend. That being said, this one is really short, so I'll try to make the next one longer! I was just experimenting with Kyoya's P.O.V, and I decided to post it, as it actually contains quite a bit of information that will be used later in the story. Thank you all for reading, you know I love you! Special shoutout to all my new followers and favourites, and ultra special shoutout to LeeForShort, RepeatingSimplePhrases and darkwolf for reveiwing!
P.S. darkwolf, you have them figured out! With Ren around, Kyoya gets into a little more trouble than he bargains for... heh

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN OHSHC ONLY REN/HIRO

Kyoya's P.O.V

There was something off about him; I could sense it. The way he talked; the way he moved. It was all just… a little wrong. A tad different. And even though Ren's brother- Hiro- seemed normal and genuine enough- albeit a little brooding in regards to Tamaki- Ren himself stood out like a sore thumb, and it was not merely due to his looks. He carried himself oddly, as if he were both confident and self-conscious. Both extroverted and introverted; charming, yet strangely withdrawn. He was a Kiyoshi; even if I hadn't known prior to his arrival, I would have guessed. He had the grace of a cat, yet the predatory air of a wolf, stalking its kill.

He was interesting, to say the least. The effortless way he flirted with everyone- not just the female populace- was something I hadn't encountered often. He was intimidating, yet charismatic, and I found this… odd. Not confusing- I was still very much in possession of my wit- but simply alien. He carried himself like no other I had ever seen and it made me suspicious. And the way those eyes scanned the room casually- yet with such intent- was almost frightening. Ren Kiyoshi was not a normal boy; this I knew. And I was determined to find out what set him apart from the rest.

"Mr Kiyoshi," I said as the lunch bell rang. He turned to me with an eyebrow raised, and like a wraith, Hiro seemed to float to his side. They reminded me a bit of the Hitachiin brothers, although they weren't identical. However, they were obviously very close, and I suspected Hiro may have been the more protective of the two, judging by the way he unconsciously placed his hand on his brother's shoulder as he approached. "Would you two care to sit with us today, at the cafeteria?"

"We have a few friends you'd get along with, Hiro," piped up Tamaki, from behind me. He and Hiro- to my knowledge- had become somewhat friendly. However, I heard very little conversation between him and Ren; I suspected- just like myself- that Tamaki did not entirely trust him. "And you too, Ren."

Hiro looked to his brother for confirmation, which he gave with a noncommittal nod of the head and an utterance of, "Sure. Does one of those friends happen to be Haruhi?"

"You know Haruhi?" I inquired, before Tamaki could go ahead and blow her cover with his incessant ramblings of his 'precious daughter'. I was merely grateful that he had not referred to me as 'mommy' in the Kiyoshi twins' presence as of yet. I was- in simpler terms- trying to make a good impression on them. Ren especially, as I suspected he was up to something. Perhaps, if I befriended him, I could find out the moral way? And I supposed his eloquence and intelligence was refreshing, but that was beside the point entirely.

"Vaguely," he replied, smirking. "We happened to- uh- run into him on our way in."

"No," Hiro said, nudging Ren in the ribs, making him flinch away with a badly concealed giggle. I noted the area and the reaction, for later reference. "You ran in to him."

Ren chuckled, a sound that once again took me by surprise. I had heard him laugh several times today, of course- he had a rather sardonic sense of humour; we laughed at the same things, to each other's surprise- but even so it was still… shocking. Him and Hiro had similar laughs, deep and rich and filled with amusement, and I noticed Tamaki looking at them oddly as well; along- of course- with their several admirers.

It was then that I truly surveyed their appearances, for I had an idea. I had doubts about Hirota; he seemed more uncomfortable with the attention of others, and was not as attractive anyhow. It was Ren I considered more carefully. He came from a rich and well known family and had a sort of mischievous sense of humour, laced with an appreciation for the sardonic and a healthy dose of sarcasm. He was- without a doubt- an incredibly attractive young man, however, he had a unique handsomeness that was neither princely- like Tamaki- nor manly- like Mori-senpai. He was cute, what with the rather large, rich eyes and the curly black hair, but he was… pretty, too. Eyelashes almost too long for a boy framed his eyes, and his jaw wasn't strong and masculine, but more sharp and angular. However, the most prominent on his face was not a physical feature, but a staggering sense of sharp intelligence and calculation that bordered on cold.

I had trouble categorising him, as he fit every persona our Host Club held. I could match a trait of his with every person in the club; even Haruhi. He was cute in the way of a naughty child- you wanted to punish him, but not too severely- but he was also tall and- if the toning I caught under his blazer was any clue- strong. He certainly had a regal charm to him, but it was not princely; more… lordly. He seemed like a sly lord, charming the King out of his gold. Mischief leaked from his every pore, not unlike the twins. I suspected they would get along well. However, the vaguely amused half smirk that was always planted on is face- as if permanently- was more sarcastic, as if he were laughing more at misfortune as opposed to antics.

But- despite all of this- Ren was actually a very polite person, and was kinder than one would think. In that respect, he reminded me of Haruhi. He was flirtatious- of that there was no doubt- but he didn't seem slimy. Merely like he showed a vague interest; not one large enough to act on, but large enough to imply. And despite my suspicion that he was hiding something, I found myself pondering whether or not to invite him into the host club. He would be a profitable edition; many girls- and boys- fancied that sarcastic, mysterious, dark, rogue; a mix between twins and myself with a dash of Tamaki. And Ren was just that.

I was brought out of my reverie by a slender hand in between my shoulders, jerking me to the side while the other caught my waist, to stabilise me. I nearly toppled, but with the help of the hands and my own pride, which demanded grace, I managed to pull myself up with a dignified dust of my blazer. Walking whilst thinking was not a fantastic combination; I nearly pummelled head on into a group of first year girls, which would have ended with at least one fatality. The world was blurry and I had a faint sense of vertigo, which went away once I stilled myself, unlike the blurriness, which stayed persistently.

Once he was content with my stability, Ren went down on his knees and began searching the floor for my prescriptions. He still managed to retain a proud and dignified exterior, even when on his knees. I could hear him patting a few meters away from me, when he let out a satisfied 'hmph'.

'Oh dear,' I mused to myself as I watched the blurred silhouette of Ren pick himself off the ground, wiping my glasses on his shirt. 'Had anyone walked by just then, it would have been a rather questionable scene.'

"Here," he said from behind me, after barely a second of my eyes being closed in thought. I flinched away from his voice, unnerved by how quickly and silently he moved. Several meters, silently, in less than two seconds. "They're fine. Though, you should watch out next time; if I wasn't here, you could've hurt yourself."

"Where did Tamaki and Hirota go?" I inquired, sliding on my glasses.

I guess I showed some sort of reaction to my vision returning, as he chuckled softly and dramatically said, "Oh, blessed sight. How we oft take thee for granted," then proceeded to answer my question, in a far more passive voice. "Tamaki and Hirota wandered off while you were contemplating the philosophies of life in the midst of a busy hallway, so I stayed, to make sure you didn't contemplate yourself to a fiery demise. You're welcome, by the way."

"I don't recall saying thank you," I retorted, not bitterly; merely just stating a fact. Ren raised an eyebrow at me, and his ironic smirk grew.

"I don't need a 'thank you'," he started, voice more sombre than I had ever heard it, despite the amusement evident in his face, "to know I'm being thanked."

Unsure of how to respond, I merely nodded and beckoned him forwards, in the direction of the cafeteria.

I was sure I'd heard some sort of feminine pitch to his voice, and stored the information for later reference.

'Tonight,' I thought to myself, casting a quick glance back only to catch him staring out a window, 'I will have to do some research.'