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Kyoya woke before the sun had even peeked over the horizon. He frowned in annoyance at the clock and rolled over, trying to fall back asleep.
It didn't work.
This was why he hadn't come back to Japan for so many years. He hated waking up early and that ridiculous thing called jet lag messed him up so much.
He moved onto his stomach and closed his eyes, relaxing his whole body.
It didn't work.
He tried several other positions, but nothing worked.
Scowling, he threw back the blankets and got out of bed. If he was stuck awake this early he might as well get some work done.
Grabbing a towel he headed into the bathroom.
His father better not renege, Kyoya didn't quite know what he'd do if that happened, but he had several potential ideas.
He couldn't believe at his good luck at getting this opportunity. His eldest brother, Yuuichi had been stupid enough to insult some very important people. Albeit, he'd done it unintentionally, but as the heir to a powerful zaibatsu he should know better than to put derogatory comments about powerful people in writing.
From what his father had said Kyoya knew that Akito had been offered the chance to fix the mess Yuuichi had created, but he had declined, with the same promised incentive. Kyoya didn't know how someone as smart and talented as Akito could be so lacking in ambition.
Well, that just meant this lovely opportunity had fallen on him. If he succeeded in saving the zaibatsu his father had promised to name him as heir.
Kyoya grinned and stepped into the shower.
With such a determined lawyer as Ms. Fujioka working with him, how could he lose?
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By the time the sun was starting to rise over the horizon Kyoya had gotten all the work done that he'd failed to finish before falling asleep the night before.
He really hated jetlag.
By the time the sun had finished rising he'd gotten enough work done that he felt good enough to take a break.
Standing and stretching he walked over to the window and looked down on the lands surrounding his family's home.
To think, if he and Ms. Fujioka succeeded in saving the family this would all be his one day. His brothers would work for him.
He grinned, and to think, it had been Tamaki who had first asked him why he seemed so content as the third son. Only Tamaki had realized just how not content he was.
Grabbing his tablet he headed down for breakfast, he'd double check what Ms. Fujioka had told him about her credentials. He doubted she'd lie to him, she'd know how easy it would be for him to fact check her, which was why he hadn't bothered researching her before he'd passed out the night before.
But he had time now. After all, it was a bit hard to type emails when eating miso and rice.
Sitting down at the dining room table he grinned at the food set before. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed a good Japanese breakfast until he'd come back. It was amazing how many things you forgot or adjusted to while spending years abroad.
It didn't take very long for him to find information on one Haruhi Fujioka. He'd naturally started by looking at the law office's site, where he discovered she wasn't even a junior partner yet. Though, he frowned, she was only a year younger than him and had been working there for three years. She was still too new to be made a partner, even a junior one. They must be planning on making her one though, assigning her to him and the rest of the Ootori Group. They wouldn't give such a high profile client to just anyone.
It wasn't too difficult for him to find out about her past life in school. That mildly surprised him. Usually he had to do some digging to find someone's class ranking, but, as number one, her rank was proudly on display.
She'd been number one at every school she'd attended, all the way back to Grade 1.
Well, well, well.
He was intrigued.
In many ways her high honors and numerous scholarships were much more intriguing than 'Princess'.
Kyoya stopped reading and scowled down at his miso. Why had he thought of her? She was just a model, albeit a very unique one. She'd lied to him. He'd danced with her, talked with her, gotten to know her fairly well for one evening, and then she'd said she had to visit the facilities. He'd watched her disappear in the direction of the bathrooms.
That had been the last time he'd seen her.
She'd disappeared completely.
And when he asked his friends if they knew who she was they'd all shrugged and said they only knew her as Princess. When he'd asked how they'd even known her Hikaru had spoken up to inform him that since she was a new model his mother had wanted them to keep an eye on her.
Leaving his friends in disgust he'd searched out Mrs. Hitachiin, only to have her refuse to tell him the girl's real name.
He'd approached the other models, but they had never met her before. Claiming they hadn't even seen her before they'd all lined up to enter the ballroom.
He hadn't even been able to find a paper trail.
So, it was best to put 'Princess' out of his mind. Even if she was the most fascinating woman he'd ever met.
In some ways Ms. Haruhi Fujioka was a pale substitute, but in others...
Well, she certainly fit much better into his world.
Kyoya gave his head a shake.
Fit into his world?
What was he thinking? He didn't want anyone in his world.
Not an up and coming lawyer nor a model who was not a model.
'Princess' must've been hiding for a reason, one that would undoubtedly cause him issues. He'd been burned once, he'd be stupid to open himself to it again.
Ms. Fujioka so far appeared to be a very honest and up front person, which helped make him willing to trust her and her work. And, from the meeting yesterday she didn't seem at all overly impressed with him or his position. Nor did she seem like the type of person to use others for personal gain. In fact, judging from her academic history she preferred to rely on herself, which made him feel good.
Not that he was looking for anyone.
Never that.
Shaking his head at that thought he continued looking up Haruhi's past.
She'd come a long way from her single-parent home in a lower-income area. He wondered how much her mother's death had shaped her life. Probably quite a bit since her mother had been a lawyer, though only a mildly successful one, by his standards.
If her past was anything to go by, her future was going to be very, very successful.
Kyoya grinned, it looked like his decision to stay yesterday had been a good one. He hoped she lived up to her potential.
He was going to be the Ootori Group heir; no one was going to stand in his way.
No one.
Even if they were rather captivating.
He wondered if her smiles were ever anything other than cool or polite?
Smiling at that nonsensical question, he shook his head and set to finishing up his breakfast. Oh, Ms. Haruhi Fujioka was something else, and he had the suspicion that she knew it, but didn't care. And that, in his mind, made her all the more intriguing.
Speaking of not caring…
Kyoya pulled out his phone and read the dozens of messages from Tamaki he'd been ignoring over the past two days.
He supposed that he couldn't ignore his best friend for long, even if he was very busy. Otherwise Tamaki would come looking for him at what might possibly be the worst possible moment.
That, of course, was how Tamaki worked.
Taking a last sip of his coffee he stood up from the table and left the room, dialing Tamaki as he went.
It was better to get it over with.
Tamaki, in his opinion, was a friend best met with when he controlled the situation.
He'd learned that lesson during the Ouran Host Club.
And he'd learned it well.
Author's Note: It's a bit late, but here's the next chapter. Completely Kyoya focused.
Enjoy! :)