If I had to be honest about this school, I would say that it was boring as fuck. A bunch of sheltered, rich kids who didn't know just how good they had it. Of course, they were also good little kids who listened to daddy, but that didn't stop their asshole-ish nature and feeling entitled.
Sighing, my blue eyes slid from the pristine white walls to the glasses wearing boy next to me. I could tell he was silently fuming, probably frustrated at me and the situation, but I didn't say anything. This kid is probably one of those entitled assholes who thinks everyone should be paying attention to them. Either way, he sure covers up his annoyance well.
"And this hallway would be for the arts, ranging from dance to acrobatics."
Distractedly, I looked at the window with a noticeable sigh. Man, I wish I could just roam the streets right now.
"Suoh-san, is there a problem?"
I paused. What should I tell him? Maybe I could throw him a bone, he's been patient with me for quite some time.
"… Where is the most secluded place in this school?"
"Secluded?" He slid the glasses up the bridge of his nose, shielding his eyes from me. "I suppose that would be the rose gardens in the high school division. May I ask what your reason is?"
His lean body turned toward me and for the first time, I was able to see his face without that annoying glare reflecting off of his eyepiece. Easily, I could say that this guy was attractive, unfairly so, but I guess I couldn't complain.
'I guess everyone is attractive here.' The thought occurred to me as I thought about a girl I passed on the street. She had long brown hair and doe-like eyes, but I didn't get to look much longer when the Suoh staff caught me and dragged me into the limo; something about it not being fitting for an heir to be walking around like some common pauper.
'Little did they know, I'm actually a pauper in a rich body.' Blinking, I shook away the thought before regarding the boy with a bland expression.
"No reason, was thinking that maybe I could take people there and romance them."
"People?" He looked caught off guard. His dark lashes fluttering briefly before his cool expression came back. My eyes narrowed a smidgen.
'Damn, he really is too pretty.'
"Ah, right." I stuck my tongue out. "Kiss, don't tell. But since you're so curious, I don't really care about what gender someone is. I make people fall for me regardless of their station and biology."
His mouth opened slightly. I leaned in a little bit closer.
Was he going to say something?
His mouth closed before he nodded.
"I suppose it is no place for me to judge."
A sigh of disappointment almost left me. I could've sworn that this guy would have been more interesting than that. Now in a bad mood, I shoved my hands into my uniform's white trousers before turning my back on him.
"This tour is done, isn't it? I'm gonna go now. Thanks for the whatever," the pause I made as I tried to recall his name obviously irritated him as he oh so helpfully filled in the gap.
"Kyoya Ootori."
"Right." The name immediately slipped my mind. This boring guy wasn't someone worth my time and I'll probably never have to intimately get to know his ulterior motives. So with an uncaring wave, I stalked off in a random direction, ignoring the gawking girls along the way.
'What a boring school.'
To say the least, I didn't expect this to happen. Frowning to myself, I mulled over the chances of this happening as I took another sip from my champagne flute. In short, somehow I got pushed into becoming "friends" with that one kid who gave me a tour.
Well, not really. Yuzuru held a sort of party for powerful families to meet each other and for their heirs to make connections with each other, of course he didn't so crassly describe it as such. It was just a "simple" party that'll help me to get to know my classmates and make friends since I'm new to Japan.
'Simple my ass.' I eyed the extravagant spread of food on the table and the vintage wine that they decided was a good thing for the kid's section of the party, for some odd reason. I decided then and there that this was only going to end badly.
"Sorry, but what was your name again?"
"Kyoya. Ootori."
"Right, that." I said absently, glancing at him from the corner of my eye when he sighed irately. I blinked before leaning my elbows against the balcony railing, faintly acknowledging how the main mansion had a slightly better view than the side mansion I live in. Though, that wasn't what was capturing most of my attention right now.
"Why do you even try to be my friend? You obviously don't like me and you're pretty bland to me, so really neither of us win here." I asked, breaking my silence and reluctance to get involved.
Kyoya instantly scowled and his dark eyes swirled with annoyance while his fingers clutched the wine glass a little more harshly.
"I would normally say that I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm not going to dance around the subject." He paused for a second. "At least, not with you."
"Great, why don't you tell me, then? Let me guess, daddy-dearest wanted you to befriend the Suoh heir so that you'd cement your place in society?"
"Don't play smart with me." Kyoya's eyebrows furrowed and for a second, I thought he'd snap at me; instead, he snapped his head back and downed the wine before passing it off to a nearby maid.
"I'm guessing that you understand the importance of pleasing your parents. It is our duty to help our companies to the best of our abilities, so of course I'd try to befriend you even if my father hadn't ordered me to."
I swirled my drink around, gazing out into the dark gardens below. As interesting as this was, this guy didn't have much of a reason to make the both of us irate.
"I know what you're talking about, but I can't really say I relate to what you said." I shrugged before downing the rest of my drink, scowling when I forgot to savor the vintage taste. Damn, I'm squandering my liquid money. Kyoya was ruining my night in more than one way now. "Listen, why don't you go cry to daddy about it. Tell him I have no interest in taking over the Suoh business and then you can go home. You're making the wine taste bad."
I had just enough time to switch my empty glass with a full one when I was suddenly spun around by an angry Kyoya, his glasses skewed just a bit to give me full view of the tumultuous storm behind his eyes.
"You have the perfect set up! You're the only child to a successful and respected family, but you don't even want to take advantage of it? Do you even know how many people would die to trade places with you?!"
Vaguely aware of the fingers digging into my shoulders, I kept my face neutral through the tipsy stupor. I blinked before realizing just how I excited I was.
'Guess he was more interesting than he seemed.' Still, I found myself speaking blandly.
"Kyoya, you're drunk."
"And whose fault do you think it is?!" His alcohol-laced breath puffed against my face, leaving my skin feeling warm and uncomfortably wet against the night air. "I just wanted to get what I want and leave, but you dragged it out for too long!"
He leaned unsteadily toward me, clearly unable to completely support himself, and it suddenly occurred to me that he might've been a light weight. Good grief, he shouldn't have slammed those drinks down. When my arms came up to steady him, I found myself moving slightly slower than usual.
'Guess I drank too much, too.'
"You…" He let out a breath. "You're so… annoying. Why… you couldn't have been normal?"
And it was at a time like this that I found an inner need, an uncomfortable pit in my stomach guiding me, leaning me forward. Our lips brushed for a split second, it wasn't much and it certainly wasn't worth the reaction either.
Stumbling, I caught myself against the balcony's railing as Kyoya glared heatedly.
"I'm," he suppressed a burp, "not gay." The noir haired teen swayed and, honestly speaking, he looked pretty shit-faced.
"Alright," I pressed a palm to my forehead as I tried to fight off the nausea that threatened to make me throw up. Beating off the unpleasant vertigo, I continued. "Alright, okay. Just… Just wait here, will ya? It won't look good for either of us if we're caught drunk off our asses."
Whether he understood or not, I didn't know, but I took his grunt as a good sign and breathed deeply before I wandered back into the dining hall. Wading through the gaggles of teens and adults, I finally found the man I wanted standing within a group of rather hoidy-toidy looking people.
"Excuse me, Ootori-san?" A smile wobbled onto my lips as several gazes turned toward me. Their conversations slowed, obviously trying to catch why the Suoh heir would want to talk to the Ootori.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I'd like to ask if Kyoya-san may stay over for the night?"
'Geezus, I feel like I'm going to vomit.' I swallowed heavily and watched Yoshio Ootori raise an eyebrow in curiosity. I wasn't in the mood to be interrogated, so I spoke up before I could be dragged into a conversation.
"I found out we had more in common than I thought. I thought that we could get to know each other."
"I see." Irritation hit me when Yoshio pushed his glasses up. Like father, like son, I guess. "I suppose I could see to it that his responsibilities can be put on hold for a while."
"Thank you, Ootori-san. I appreciate it." I bowed slightly to him and the other adults as I muttered my goodbyes, hightailing it when I saw the opportunity.
"Stupid ass kid and his inability to hold his wine." I grouched darkly to myself while I skirted through teens, I'm looking at you girl with the hair ribbons, who looked like they were ready to jump me.
"It's not like we were doing shots or anything, yet he gets wasted on vintage wine. What a waste…" With my hands on my hips, I stared at Kyoya as he leaned over the railing, vomiting and most likely coating the poor rose bushes below.
"I feel awful." He groaned miserably, hanging his head and letting his forehead rest against the metal railing. For once, I felt sympathy for the kid. His hangover is gonna be a bitch. Softly, I patted his back.
"Come on, let's get you to my room. I have a bucket and glass of water calling your name." And with that, we both left the scene relatively unnoticed before passing out in a random room on the way to my room. Suffice to say, neither of us were feeling too hot by the time morning graced us.
Waking up this morning was the most unpleasant experience I've had ever since I came into this world of riches. Groggily, I used the back of my hand to wipe away the drool from my mouth, and pushed myself onto my forearms, my movements heavy. Honestly, I had almost forgotten about Kyoya as my eyes slid to the boy sitting on the other side of the bed, tracing his hunched form before I silently shrugged my shirt on.
He seemed to be nursing a rather wicked headache, judging by the way he pressed his palms against his eyes. He didn't even notice the bed shift when I got up.
I threw back a pain pill and silently stared at the figure. What was I supposed to say? If we ignored all the vomiting and curses, we've pretty much established that we didn't like each other. Breathing in deeply, I stared at the scenery outside the sheer window curtains. If I hadn't known better I would've stayed in the room longer, the scenery was nice and it was rather peaceful, but I knew when to not push my luck. It would be best if I left the main house as soon as I could.
'But I guess that can wait for now.' I tore my eyes away from the muted sunlight, moving forward before my eyes could adjust to the dim room. Softly, I sat myself on the edge of the bed while keeping my gaze forward.
"I wasn't lying about not being able to relate. I'm not really the heir to the company, I'm more of a figurehead since my grandmother hates me and Yuzuru will probably take over the company until he kicks the bucket." I passed the glass of water over to him. "Drink that, it'll help."
Despite the groggy confusion on his face, I took a drink before bringing myself back on topic. "Anyway, I have no interest in waiting for something that I'll never get to be a part of, so I'm going to denounce the title once I get out of high school. I'm sure that'll get that harpy to blow a gasket."
There was a short period of silence before a pained groan came from him.
"Uh, I was hoping that I made up that unsightly scene in my head." His already pale skin looked white as a sheet as he muttered to himself under his breath. Kyoya scrubbed his hands against his face "How am I going to explain my absence to father?"
"Don't worry about that. I already asked if you could stay over last night."
"…That was… thoughtful of you." Whatever he was thinking I couldn't tell, but the small sigh he released made it seem like he was a tad bit relieved. We stared at each other for a second before we broke eye contact and turned our attention to our drinks.
"Don't worry about it." I said lowly. "I'm guessing that daddy dearest is the source of your troubles?"
"Of all the people to know…" Kyoya muttered under his breath. I don't think he meant for me to hear that, but I won't bother him about it; it wasn't really worth it at the moment. Regardless, he sighed as his hand raised to his face, seemingly noticing for the first time that his glasses were missing; with squinted eyes, he looked around until I leaned over him and grabbed the glasses from the nightstand, passing it to him silently.
"I suppose that you probably connected the dots already. Yes, in a way my father is a part of my problem, but it is not his fault. I'm the third son in my family, so there is no chance for me to be the successor to my father. Yuuichi and Akito are very talented people, so it only makes sense."
Kyoya's face looked rather blank, but at a closer look, I could see the avarice roiling in his eyes, a dark look that threatened to twist his features into something hideous. Blinking, my mouth opened slightly at the familiar expression before I huffed in amusement.
'Mister perfect isn't as tame as I thought.'
"You wanna be the boss of the Ootori family, right? To be the patriarch?" A smirk stretched onto my face. "But to me, it sounds like you gave up already."
"Don't fuck with me."
I chuckled as the teen cringed, growling so enthusiastically must have made his head pound.
'Someone's cranky in the morning.'
"I'll get to the point.' His dark eyes followed me as I stood, centering myself in his field of vision with a rather cocky expression. 'Neither of us seem to like being pushed around by our circumstances, so how about we team up and show those fuckers what they're messin' with?"
"… You call that a convincing argument?" He scoffed as I shot him a flat expression. I was going for casual, so sue me. Regardless, it surprised me when he huffed in amusement and took the proffered hand with a smirk. His pale, cold fingers were a shock to my rather warm ones, but something about his expression made me pause in my commentary.
He seemed… different. Better.
"I accept. If you're as much of a wildcard as I've seen so far, then I'm willing to invest in this friendship and see where it takes me." His smile curled dangerously and for a second, the room seemed to darken, making it difficult for me to see. The only thing in clear view were his eyes and the glint of light that was casted off of them.
"… Did anyone ever tell you you're evil when you have just woken up?"
"I'd imagine they would if they wake me up as rudely as this headache."
"Ah, you're back to being all cool again." He raised an eyebrow smoothly, almost as if he was emptying his stomach hours prior.
"You think I'm cool?"
"More witty and an ass, but cool is another way to describe it." I quirked a playful smirk at the boy before rising from the bed and smoothing out the black slacks I was forced into last night. Dress pants were definitely not suitable pajamas, but I made it work.
"Now come on, let's go get some hangover food before Miss Royal Pain in the Ass catches me in her mansion."
Kyoya followed smoothly, correcting his glasses without a care as he glanced at me in the corner of his eyes. "I have a feeling that I'm going to have many future headaches from our little deal."
"If you're gonna be that angry every time you wake up, then I'll go out on a limb and say that you're not gonna be the only one."
We regarded each other coolly before smiling in acceptance. In jest, I stepped forward to open the door, bowing down and making a grand gesture towards the dark haired teen while I glanced at him through my lashes.
"After you, my dark lord."
"Of course, my nefarious prince."
I had to say, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
