Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: PG.
Written for: uplifting my spirits after watching episode 25 and stuffs.
Dedicated to: Tamaki tono and Nya-nya of the FRoP forums again because they're so wonderful! Thank you two so much for always drawing me very fluffy KyouxHaru fanart! Chapter 10 is for you two wonderful people in my life! (heart) Also dedicated to my wonderful friends, Jung-Ho, Yan, and Kat because they forgave me. I'm sorry, you guys.
Warning: Beware of OOCness and just general suckage. And again, not BETA'd...sorry for little mistakes here and there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any of its characters. They belong only to the great Bisco Hatori-sama (and BONES)...so that means I don't own ANYONE in this story! But that doesn't mean I can't pray, hope, and wish that I owned Kyouya -wink-

Kimi no Koe

By, Yue Guang Kuroneko

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Chapter Ten:

Ootori Kyouya, age twenty-four, third son of the wealthy Ootori family, was currently sitting at his mahogany desk, staring hard at the e-mail that he had just received before letting out a silent sigh and closing the laptop with a soft click. He stood from his desk and walked over to the window behind his chair and stared out at the city, his hands in his pockets, contemplating his next move.

The business industry excited him ever since he was a child. It was dangerous and exhilarating—one moment one could be the richest man in the world and the next, they plunged down into a dark abyss with nothing left. He learned exactly how to play with the cards he held in his hands and making sure that no one else can read them. He could read others' cards and kept his carefully hidden. Every person was different, every circumstance varied, and the stakes were high; business was the one thing in his life that he took a true interest in.

But lately, he hasn't been thinking much about business. He had already thought through most of his back-ups and whatnot, lest he did not become the Ootori heir (although, quite frankly, he was very sure that he had won his father's favor with his last presentation) and had started a few of his own businesses which had been flourishing beautifully for the past few years. Should his father deny him the position as head of the Ootori family, he will become even greater with those said businesses. Either way, Haruhi was going to be by his side in both circumstances, whether his father wanted a say in it or not.

"Excuse me, Ootori-san?" His secretary's voice appeared over the small intercom on his desk. "There is a call for you on line one from Ootori-sama."

"Thank you," Kyouya headed to his desk and pressed the blinking button. "Good afternoon, father."

"Kyouya," His father's voice was as distinct and dignified as ever. "I have something to discuss with you."

"Yes, father?" Kyouya seated himself in his comfortable black leather chair.

"In two weeks, I am announcing the heir of the Ootori Corporation," His father spoke in his strong but monotone voice. "The details of the dinner have been forwarded to your secretary as well as your brothers' secretaries. I expect to see you there, Kyouya."

"Of course, father," Kyouya agreed, smirking lightly.

"Also," His father paused for a moment. "I have been hearing rumors about you."

Kyouya was silent. He did not like where the direction of this conversation was headed.

"Rumors?" Kyouya inquired finally, picking up his pen idly.

"I have heard that you were courting a young woman of common lineage," Those dreaded words finally left his father's lips. "Are they correct?"

"Yes, father," Kyouya answered without the slightest hint of hesitation.

"I see," Kyouya could not decipher the tone of his father's voice. "I will keep in touch with you, Kyouya."

"Yes, father,"

Kyouya pressed the button once more, leaning back into the seat, his mind already creating another plan to become the successor of the Ootori Company and have Haruhi at his side.

After the situation with Hikaru, he had realized just how much Haruhi meant to him as a person, an individual, and as a woman. She was a strong woman—independent and stubborn, but beautiful and delicate. He wanted to support her whenever she needed him to do so, which was rare but…

He gave a sigh and reopened his laptop again to read the e-mail once more. He didn't have time to think such frivolous thoughts. While he had problems to deal with concerning Haruhi and his family, he must take care of this nagging problem first—the highest priority from this moment forth.

He must confront Hitachiin Hikaru.

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"And to what pleasure do I have of meeting with you, Hitachiin-kun?" Kyouya asked as he seated himself across from an indignant and proud Hikaru at a bar that was well-known in the world of the wealthy.

"Oh, shut up, Kyouya-senpai," Hikaru scowled at him, looking angry and very irritated. "Lose the formalities and sarcasm."

"Of course," Kyouya offered him a smirk. "So what was it that you needed to speak to me about?"

"Haruhi," Hikaru stated bluntly.

"What about Haruhi?" Kyouya inquired, leaning back in his seat, raising an eyebrow.

"I've been watching her," The redheaded man stated, sipping his cocktail stiffly. "And I've come to a conclusion."

Kyouya gestured for him to continue gracefully.

"She's out of my reach," Hikaru finally said, his amber eyes glaring into his own onyx eyes accusingly. "And it's all because of the person sitting across from me."

"And?" Kyouya crossed his legs. "Your solution?"

"If you ever make her cry," Hikaru growled, slamming down his cocktail. "I swear I'll rip your throat out."

"Whatever happened to 'I'm going to be the one she will give her heart to'?" Kyouya questioned, waving away the waiter that was headed in his direction. "Surely you could have tried harder."

At that moment, Kyouya caught a flash of pain appear on Hikaru's face before it returned to its stony quality.

"No matter how hard I try," Hikaru muttered, "she'll always go back to you." Anger and jealousy flashed in those eyes before he said, "Even if I blinded her and made her immobile, she'll make her way back to you. And if not, you'll force your way towards her."

Kyouya gave a light chuckle, "Is that so?"

"Yes," Hikaru stated firmly.

"Did Kaoru tell you all of this?"

Hikaru blushed horribly and muttered obscenities under his breath that sounded suspiciously close to "that stupid bastard" and "why the hell is he so perceptive anyway?"

"Thank you," Kyouya spoke, standing from his seat and straightening his suit, "Hikaru."

Kyouya had turned and prepared to leave before Hikaru called out, "Kyouya-senpai."

"Yes?" He turned back to find Hikaru standing, his fashionably cut bangs veiling his eyes.

"Please take care of her," Hikaru bowed, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I will," Kyouya answered, offering the discomfited man a slight smile.

He turned and left the bar, nodding in Kaoru's direction as he left, causing the young man to blush lightly, ashamed of being caught snooping. Leaving the building, he breathed in, taking in the crisp autumn air. Has he ever felt so rejuvenated in his life?

His cell phone rang, disrupting his pleasant thoughts, "Yes?"

"Kyouya-kun,"

"What is it, onee-san?" Kyouya sighed. "Shouldn't you be with your husband in Hokkaido?"

"Yes," Fuyumi said carefully. "But your older sister is worried about you. Father called you the other day, didn't he?"

"And?" Kyouya summoned for his driver.

Fuyumi was silent before she let out a sigh, "And what are you going to do about Haruhi-chan?"

"Who told you about—?" Kyouya stopped, making a mental note to kill a certain half-French blond who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Father won't be pleased, Kyouya-kun," Fuyumi sounded worried.

"Don't worry," Kyouya smirked as he entered his car. "I'll have her by my side. Forever."

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Author's Note: So…I hate school with a passion. I hate my clubs with an even stronger passion, but I love my clubs too xD SO! Due to that one reason, I haven't been replying to any reviews (again) and I sincerely apologize! Everyone has been so supportive and wonderful that sometimes whenever I read your reviews, I feel the urge to cry.

You can all tell (I hope) just how much I love Kaoru and his sweet personality. YAY FOR KAORU! And yes, Kimi no Koe is ending soon for all of you curious fans (I have some out there, right?) but you never know! I just might write a pretty two-shot sequel if it is requested!

And yes, this was a boring chapter. I apologize.

- "Ootori-san" The suffix -san is used for those who are not close to you and is unisex. In this case, I used –san and –sama to distinguish Kyouya and his father.
- "Ootori-sama" The suffix -sama is used as either "master" or "king" by servants, or those of lower lineage/positions in society.
- "Kyouya-senpai" The suffix -senpai is used for those higher than you. For example, an 8th grader would call an 11th grader "-senpai"
- "Kyouya-kun," The suffix -kun is used for (in most cases) males.
- "onee-san" means "older sister"
- "Hokkaido" literal meaning: "North Sea Route", formerly known as Ezo, is the second largest island and largest prefecture of Japan.
- "Haruhi-chan" The suffix -chan is used for those either younger than you, or someone you are affectionately close to.

Feedback is really appreciated. Constructive criticism is also appreciated. Mean flames are retaliated with my evil dust kitties and their water furballs...so don't try them. You'll regret it. Really.

Thank you for reading!