Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or its characters. This is fan made!
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Satsuni wanted nothing than to find Tenko and point a sharp sword to his neck. What he wanted was to have a single moment where Tenko wasn't harassing Kemi. He never could understand why he was told to pay so much attention to Candece and her ignorance that she inherited from her blond father. He had always grown knowing that Kemi was special.
"Tenko," he snarled under his breath. "When I —"
He stopped seeing the boy in sight and restraining himself the pleasure of killing him. Instead the other boy noticed him first and ran his way. Satsuni however turned to leave.
"Wait up, dude!"
Satsuni still continued to walk away from the rapist. Hearing that his name was being called by the boy, he made his way to the stadium and found Mr. Ohtori and Uncle Mitsukuni sitting together.
"Sat-chan! Shouldn't you be preparing for your match?"
"No, Father has forbidden me from competition because I didn't obey Mrs. Ohtori."
"Now, why would you be expected to do that," asked Kyouya quite alarmed that the older man was forcing him to obey his wife. "I dare say that he has acted out of place."
"Well Mr. Ohtori, Father said something about a divorce and remarrying after that to your wife. (Kyouya's eyebrows rose at that.) But I hope that Mrs. Ohtori will come to her sense so I can have my parents back."
Kyouya sighed wondering how much the poor boy had endured since her rude arrival. It seemed to him that Haruhi had only caused pain and a bigger gap that was already present between his parents. Bidding goodbyes, he walked out of the building to a find the blonde haired assistant of his.
"Mr. Ohtori, what did you want? I rushed from the hospital," asked Kirimi whose well— Kyouya tried to not stare.
"I need to have our private teaching tonight as I will be busy for the rest of the week. Is that fine with you?" he said looking around beforehand so they wouldn't be overheard. He was standing right up against her body and he couldn't resist the urge to want to be so close to her. It was a powerful emotion running through him at the moment. But he didn't think that she would act so confident to his words.
"Mr. Ohtori, umm your – your pants . . ." she said softly in his ear. Looking down it was indeed there just as he had hoped not.
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"I was so close to you wasn't I?"
Kirimi nodded under the man and smiled even bigger. It was obvious that they appeared to be a couple at the stadium but he knew that after inviting her to his home, that he wouldn't be the only one of the former Host members to be a cheat. Grasping her breast, it reminded him of Haruhi's so much. Pushing the thought away, he pushed her skirt up and began to rub her with his hand.
"Mr. Ohtori . . . why did . . . n't you just do that . . . at the office last month!"
"It was my office and my wife put cameras in there. I didn't want her to know that I've longed for you!" he lied knowing it was what she wanted to hear. He wasn't a Host for anything.
Kyouya ripped her panties off her small body as she removed the belt to his pants. She then grasped his cock rather hard and pulled at it. "SHIT!"
"What?" she asked curiously, clearly not noticing that she hurt him.
"You don't grab a guy there and tug hard!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she giggled gently pulling his face to hers.
Kyouya kissed her hard on the lips and made his mind ignore the feeling that he was kissing not his wife but his assistant. Despite what he wanted, his annoying phone went off and he knew it was Tamaki.
"Is that Mr. Souh?"
"Yes, but who cares about him," he said beeping the off and throwing it across the room. It again beeped and this time, the voicemail picked it up.
"KYOUYA PLEASE PICK UP YOUR PHONE!!!!!!!!! THIS IS AN EMERGECY THAT NEEDS YOUR ATTENTION! THIS IS ABOUT SPIKE AND KEMI'S FUTURE!!!!"
Kyouya pulled himself off the women and grabbed the phone but the idiot had hung up. Dialing him back, the frantic blond had some shocking news.
"What is it you want, Tamaki?"
"It's Haruhi! She wants me to testify against you in court over your children. I told my wife that I wouldn't meddle in your affairs but – OWW! I SAID I WOULDN'T! Anyway, please come over soon! IS that a girl in the background?"
"No," he lied pushing Kirimi away so the moron blond didn't hear her. Pressing his finger against his lip, clearly this time she got the point to shut up. "No it was the television. I'm watching a – movie," he said hastily.
"Oh, okay well when you are done, please come over and save – OWW!!! Stop pinching my cheek, please?"
"Will do, Tamaki. Goodbye."
Kyouya hung up hearing the voice of Mrs. Souh, a woman he knew to be very strict when it came to her husband. Turning to see Kirimi lying on his bed, her perky breasts still lying there ever so prefect, it was like they were just waiting for him.
"Kirimi?"
"Yes," she said sitting up and facing him.
"Please go home."
"How come you brought me here and then tell me to go?" she asked later as he walked her to her car. They stopped and Kyouya looked around at the sight around him. There to the left was the mansion he had inherited from his father for obeying his every command since birth. To the right was the garden that his children had played in for so many years.
"Kirimi, last time I saw my wife's pretty face it has been a hundred days since then and I can't look at this place that has been mine for so long, the same. All the differences that separated us, now I'm just dreaming of her face like I did as a young man. I'm here without her but it's still in my lonely mind."
"I knew about you all the time and dream about you all the time. You're still in my interest and tonight it was only you and me. But you said "go home" and I knew it was sincere. I'm sorry that I fooled you into wanting me."
Kyouya continued on to her car and just before he allowed her to leave, he hugged her assuring her that this event wouldn't be told.
"It was fine that you wanted me, but I allowed my judgment to be fooled."
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"All rise."
Kyouya looked at Haruhi with hate and discontent. How dare she articulate that he was unfit for his children! It was stupid for his personal family matters to be a subject of the media, but he blamed it on her.
"Stupid commoner" he muttered under his breath. He saw that Mori was present also, but the hate was to him as well.
"Now in the case number Ev83y477, Haruhi Ohtori vs. defendant Kyouya Ohtori for full custody of Kemi Ohtori and Spike Ohtori. Will the plaintiff please state . . ."
Kyouya rested his hand on his chin and attempted to listen to Haruhi's side of her bullshit story against him. This will be fun, he thought sadly.
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Author Notes: This was a little hard for me as I'm not into the whole court trial process but in government im studying it and I hate learning about it. Like I said in the last chapter the plot thickens.