Hey all, Kid is here! Here's your chapter 13!
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I think I may be ending FI in a few chapters. I'm not sure how many there will be, but at least five.
Chapter 13: Flashback, Kyoya Ootori.
Kyoya Ootori was a handsome young boy. At the age of ten, he was already growing into his looks. He was probably the best looking out of all the Ootori's, and he knew it.
Now the thing was, Kyoya wasn't a happy child. His Father was never happy with what Kyoya had to offer. Nothing was good enough. Yuuichi and Akito both listened to thier Father without question.
But the boy, the boy with black hair and glasses, didn't want to do what his Father said. He didn't want to be a doctor or a lawyer. He had no idea what it was, but he knew he would find it, if was given the chance.
'Not that Father would give me a chance...' Thought Kyoya bitterly.
On most days, Kyoya would hide up in his room before and after school, private tutors, and meal times. He'd bury himself in reading whatever he could get his hands on.
One day, he was up in room as usual, reading one of Yuuichi's textbooks, when he heard a knock on his door. He was surprised, nobody bothered him much. He walked over and opened the door.
"Hey Kyoya." His sister, Fuyumi, said. She walked into the room and sat on Kyoya's bed, much to his annoyance. "Can we talk?"
"Not like you gave me a choice..." He muttered. Glancing around, he sat down on his desk chair and stared at his older sister. "What do you want?"
Fuyumi rubbed her hands together nervously. "Well..." She started, then stopped. She stared at her little brother for another minute before starting again. "I think you should listen to Father!" She said quickly.
Kyoya blinked. It took him a minute to figure out what she had said. When he did, he glared at her. "No. I refuse to listen to him. He's awful."
"I know he's not the nicest person you've met, Kyoya, but he's still your Father. Besides, I don't want him hurting you anymore." She said, her voice starting to tremble.
He snorted. "Even if I listen to Father, he'd probably still hit me. It's his favourite past time."
"That's not fair!" Fuyumi said, her voice rising. "Father's been through a lot!"
"And we haven't?!" Said Kyoya, his voice rising as well.
"I'm not saying we haven't, Kyoya!" Fuyumi snapped. "I'm saying Father lost Mother, and now he has to take care of four children!"
"He doesn't even take care of us! That's what the maids are for!" He screamed. "AND I LOST MY MOTHER! HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO MISSES HER!" He stood up, knocking the chair to the side. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Tears spilled out of Fuyumi's eyes. "Oh Kyoya..." She said quietly, before leaving the room.
Kyoya stood there on the spot, shaking from anger. His eyes started to burn. He picked up his lamp and threw it at the wall. He stormed over to his bed and closed his eyes, the tears finally falling out.
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Kyoya was thirteen when he started to cut himself. He did it mostly to make his Father mad. His Father had told him more than once to stop, but Kyoya didn't listen. It got worse and worse, until Kyoya couldn't stop.
He had been slowly, but surely, getting more depressed as the years went on. The death of his Mother, the Mother he loved so much, is what triggered this. But the fact his Father abused him made it worse.
Sitting on his bed, he looked down at the scars on his slim wrists. There was older ones, and freasher ones. He traced them with his fingers with a blank look, like he couldn't believe they were there.
He needed help. He got up, and swayed a little. He walked over to the door clumsly and opened it. He wander down the hallway until he was standing in front Yuuichi's room.
Not knowing why he was here, Kyoya knocked on the door slowly. "Who's it?" He heard mumbled from inside the room.
"Kyoya." He said to the door.
"Come in, then." Yuuichi's voice said.
Kyoya opened the door. Yuuichi was sitting at his desk, papers spread across it. He put his pencil down and stood up, streching. "What do you need, Kyoya?" He asked, not even turning around.
"I... need..." For some reason, he couldn't say anything. His throat was choked up. Kyoya tried to clear it, to no avail.
Yuuichi glanced over his shoulder. "Something wrong, Kyoya? Why don't you sit down?" He pointed at his bed.
The dark-haired teen walked over and sat on the bed. He rubbed his hands together and could feel the sweat on them. Yuuichi watched him, a curious look on his face. "I want to ask you something..." Kyoya finally managed to say.
His eldest brother just nodded his head. "Carry on."
"Well..." Kyoya looked up at Yuuichi, then at the floor again. "I would like some help with my... problem..."
"Ah, yes." Yuuichi looked up at the ceiling. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But why ask me? Are you not closer with Fuyumi? Why not ask her?"
"She'd tell Father." Kyoya stated.
Yuuichi nodded. "True. And you don't want to ask Father, because then that would prove he was right." He span his desk chair around, before sitting in it again. "Same thing with Akito. May I suggust something?" He asked. Kyoya shrugged and nodded. "Alright. Why don't we try some things, hmm?"
"Like what?" Kyoya didn't mind his eldest brother as much as Akito, but it was still hard to fully trust the man.
"I'd suggust you see a Therapist for your 'issues.'" He span around in his chair. "Maybe picking your own highschool to attand to would help. I found when Father was stressing me out, choising things I liked to do help."
"But Father wants me to go-" Kyoya started to say, before Yuuichi cut in. "His mind can be changed, despite what you and Akito think. I picked my own highschool, now look at me!" He slammed his hand on the desk. "I'm on my way to being a doctor, which makes me and Father happy. You just need to convince him that your way is the right way."
"I see..." Kyoya stood up. "I think I'll try that. Thank you, Yuuichi."
"No problem." Yuuichi turned his chair back to his desk. "I'll call that Therapist for you, now get some sleep."
Kyoya walked out of the room feeling a little better about himself.
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"Father, I want to go to Ouran." Said Kyoya. He was fifteen years old now. He stood in his father's office, his hands behind his back, and a determined look was on his face.
Yoshio looked up at his youngest son. "Ouran? Why would you want to go there?"
Kyoya's hands started to shake slightly behind his back. "I think it would be a good idea, since a lot of the rich parents send thier kid to Ouran Highschool. Also businessman like to send their kids there as well. I think it'd be good for us."
"Hmm..." Yoshio shuffled some papers around. "Maybe you're right." He looked out the window. "No, actually that's a great idea. And Souh owns the school, so that would be good for us. Alright, you may go."
Kyoya couldn't believe his ears. He was going to Ouran! He just wanted to run to is room and pack right now, but not yet. "Thank you, Father."
"Now, Kyoya, you might as well start after Christmas, at least you'll be sixteen then. And of course you'll have to do the Entrance exam..." Kyoya just nodded his head, barely hearing his father at all. The blood was pumping through his whole body, finially, he was free...
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Done. I'm sorry this takes forever to update. I really like this story, I just find it takes awhile for me to find the spark to write it. The next chapter will be part of the main story, but I just needed a break from it. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter at least, and I'll see you in the next one.K.K. Kid out!