five days later
Kyoya lay sprawled out across the floor. His mind elsewhere.
He hated this room.
It was clean, perfectly clean. The books were alphabetized and the windows shut tight. There was a single light handing from the ceiling, protected by metal covering. And a small bed neatly made in the corner. Underneath his bed was where everything was stored. His prize possessions. One's father would not let him have. Father wouldn't have let him had, when he was a child.
His eyes were wide open, staring blankly across the room at the drawers underneath the bed. His notebooks were full of pictures in there. There were story books full of fairytales. He had once even saved an animal and nursed it back to health in his drawers.
He remembered.
"father father! Look w-what I found!" he shouted, running towards his father's study. Tripping only a few times. He ran through the open door, to his father's side.
"see? It was outside my window. I-I think its hurt!" he said, holding it out to him with a large smile.
His father barely even looked at him.
"Get that thing out of this house. " he said sharply, standing and exiting the room.
He stood there watching him leave. The small bird in his hand chirping sadly towards him.
The gun wound on his arm had stained through his shirt days ago. he was dragged away from haruhi. Not knowing where they had took her body. Probably insernierated. He growled, slamming his hand weakly against the ground.
He couldn't protect anyone.
Suddenly the noise of the door being unlocked perked his dull senses. He stepped in.
Him.
He cleared his throat, standing over kyoya.
"son it seems that I have decided to give you another chance, as generous as I am." He said straightening his tie.
"I have decided to let you do the upcoming speech to announce the new factory to the town. " he said walking towards the door.
"if you do ill forgive you." He said softly, closing the door behind him, leaving it unlocked.
"and maybe consider giving you some medical attention."
And he left.
Four hours and twenty six minutes later.
"so have you decided?" he asked, stepping into the room again.
Kyoya nodded slowly from his place on the ground.
"i-I do i-it." He said roughly, his voice dry.
Seventeen hours and eighteen minutes later
He sat up in bed, staring at the water outside his bed. He was covered in bandages, the pain long since gone after being given medicine. His father had lied, saying that he was in rough shape because he fell down the stairs shooting himself with his own gun.
Kyoya snorted.
What an excuse.
He reached his toes down to touch the cold floor. Shakily walking towards the door, and sliding it open. He escaped the house, his bare feet stepping through the sand on the Otori estate.
Five minutes later
He walked along the edge of the water, letting it rush around his sore feet as he slowly made his way along. He felt so calm, so happy, so peaceful. Is this what haruhi felt like in the water?
This speech.
He was grateful that it was such an easy thing to do, in order to be given forgiveness.
But why would he ever do that?
He stopped his steps, seeing something sparkling on the other side of the water.
He approached the object, a curious smile washing across his face.
He bent down slowly his fingers pulling the object from the sand.
Glasses?
He held them up to his face, pushing away the access sand.
Otori. Was labeled on the end.
"after all… this time." He said quietly, inspecting the glasses.
"I didn't need them …. After all." He whispered.
He realized he didn't have to hide behind his glasses anymore. He stood up to his father. He smiled.
He showed his emotions.
He sighed, resting the glasses against his heart
All because of haruhi.
A thin line of a tear ran down his face. What could he do for her…
"Maybe he knows about the oil spill… and better yet…. He can stop these humans." Haruhi uttered out blindly. "Actually it was my father-" he pushed his glasses up "that was at fault for the incident."
"I suggest that we take him with us, maybe the king could find a use for him." Karou said slowly.
He can stop the humans
He could stop his father
He wasn't a toy
He wasn't a slave
He wasn't someone you could boss around
He was kyoya
The shadow king
Kyoya
The dreaded
He was his own person
He loved to read and draw
He loved beauty and nature.
He was not a puppet.
He stood up straighter, ideas running through his mind.
"father.. if you want a speech you're going to get one."
He said flatly, revenge washing through his eyes. He put the glasses on his face, the light glinting off them. His injures seeming less a burden. And he walked back to the house.