Chapter 6: Night with Otori

I followed Kyoya through the halls of his home. He'd already given me the grand tour and showed me to my room. "I know it's not much, since my brother left it barren," he stated, opening the door. "But, it has a bed, a window, a closet, and furniture."

I looked around the room and smiled. "This is far from 'not much'." I stated. "This is a ton more than I had back at the manner!"

It was really huge, two story in one room even. In the upstairs part, there was a king sized bed with white sheets and a black quilt, though, it seemed that was all that would fit in that sliver of space up there aside from a side-bed table with a small lamp and clock.

Then, there was down the steps. There was a wall to cut off what was under the second floor, but it still looked huge. On the wall nearest to the door was a large, long dresser made of dark, polished oak. In the corner was a large mirror that stood to the ceiling, and was as wide as my da…Sebastian's…arm span.

In the center of the large space was a large black couch that circled around a large, circular checkerboard table, the opening of the couch faced the door. On the wall closest to the bed was a large, spacious, dark desk with a fairly large laptop off to the side and a black chair. I knew Kyoya's family was rich, but I didn't think he was that rich!

I smiled and turned to Kyoya with a little bow of my head. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here."

He smiled and looked out the large window that consumed the whole wall to the right. (Normally, I would worry about privacy, but the room was on the second story of the house, facing the backyard, so I was alright with it.) "It's getting late." He stated. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow, we'll go to the Hitachiin estate and let them do…whatever it was they said they'd do for you."

I smiled and bowed again before he pointed down the hall. "If you need anything, my room is down the hall, first door to your right." He turned to leave before he stopped and turned back to me. "Oh, and just as a warning, I'm not a very good 'morning' person, so please, if it is an unnecessary request which anyone in the family can help you with, bug my sister about it before coming to me…and don't bother my father." I let out a little giggle before I nodded. Brothers are brothers anywhere you go.

"There are some night shirts in the dresser that might be your size. Good night." With that, he left the room and shut the door.

I looked in the dresser and saw the drawer stacked with silky pajamas of varying colors; lime green, forest green, soft pink, blood red, bright yellow, deep yellow, pure white, night black, sky blue, sapphire blue, soft lavender, dark purple, pale orange, burned brown, and every possible color in between. Scratching my chin, I decided to mix and match, since I couldn't decide on one set. I mean, they're PJs, who's going to know?

With a smile, I pulled out the (f/c1) bottoms and the (f/c2) top and got dressed. Looking in the mirror, it looked almost exactly what I wore a century ago, but with a silky shine. With a sigh, I took out my contact lenses, brushed my hair and teeth, (I had my own tooth brush. The only thing I was 'barrowing' was the tooth paste) and climbed up the dark wooden steps to the bed.

That night, as I slept in the soft, warm bed, I dreamed about the old days. In one night, I saw all my old friends, my mom, my uncles, my brother (stupid pure-blood reaper), and even two of our past nemesis', Claude and Angela. I know it sound odd, but as time wore on, those two became less of enemies, and more like neutral acquaintances.

True, Claude tried to catnap me a few times, and send Sebastian to hell and back, but after he did, he apologized. Normally, I wouldn't accept an apology from him, of all demons, but he promised not to do it again, and gave his permission for me to be friends with his daughter. (A/N: Long story. If you want to know about it, then I need at least ten reviews asking about it…no, not from the same person.) And with Angela, she actually turned on Ash, and completely broke away from him. (A/N: Same deal as the Claude thing! Ten reviews asking about it!) It was really amazing.

My dream though, was not of good times. It was of those long, cold, wet hours in the concrete basement. It was of those terrifying times Pluto bit down in my stomach just to hear me squeak. It was of those long, heartbreaking fights I had with my mother. It was of those weeks and months without a sun; only of pouring rain with a sky of icky grey. It was just one of those nights.

Tears flooded from my eyes and leaked on the pillow before I awoke in a pool of my own tears. I needed comfort, and I needed it now. I was already starting to shift into my cat form (which only happens as a distress call). I crept down the steps and opened the door. The darkness of this place scared me. Every noise made me jump from my skin. With every little creak, pop, and screech, I turned more and more into a cat. By the time I made it to Kyoya's closed door, I was a full cat.

I tried to reach for the knob, but I was so small that I just ended up scratching on the door. I tried so hard to keep my claws in, but the creepy noises had me push them back out. I soon heard footsteps come through the door as the barrier opened and I fell in the flooded light. He looked down at me oddly before picking me up. "…Did I wake you up?" I asked.

Hearing my voice, his look of confusion was replaced with a soft smile. "No." he answered, bringing me in and closing the door behind him. "I was already up, working on some plans to show Tamaki." I could tell he was lying with the way he lagged his speech. "What's wrong? Why are you a cat?"

I sighed and lowered my head while he set me down on the large white couch in his room. "I just shift whenever I get scared." I answered. I explained to him about my nightmare and how terrifying just the walk down the hall was. He listened as he stroked my fur comfortingly.

He occasionally asked who I was talking about, like whom Claude is, who's Angela, and flat out what Pluto is, but I didn't mind explaining each person. It was understandable that he'd have next to no idea what I'm talking about, so I answered his questions as basic as possible so I didn't over load his mind.

I still had to keep in mind that he was a human, and I'm a demon.

I'll outlive him.

Just like I outlived everyone else.

And just like before, I'll still be the last one left…

The last demon standing in the group…

Alone.

Kyoya continued to smile as he carried me up the steps after I finished talking. Without a word, he set me down in his bed and pulled down the blue sheets. I looked at him in confusion. "You came here because you don't want to be alone tonight, right?" he asked. I smiled and curled up under the blankets as he joined me in the bed. "One question," he stated, looking down at me. "When you return human, do you…"

I couldn't help but giggle at his thought as I smiled. "Yes Kyoya, I keep on my cloths. When I shift back to my human form, I have on the cloths I had before."

"How?" he asked. "If you shift into a cat, wouldn't your cloths just…"

I giggled at his reddening face and shrugged. "I was never completely sure how." I answered. "I guess the cloths just seep in my fur, or take up my under coat, or something." He still looked confused so I sighed, "Don't think about it too much. It even hurts my head a little sometimes."

Crimson dusted his cheeks as he switched off the lamp and got comfortable in the large bed. He faced me, and I faced him. I had to admit, it was a little awkward…a lot awkward…seeing as how we just started dating, like, today.

Regardless, I curled up under the blankets and just looked around the room until my eyes would tire themselves out. It wasn't long before I found myself gazing at Kyoya's sleeping form. His shoulders were hunched together as he slept on his side. His mouth was closed and he breathed in and out contently and quietly.

Soon, he suddenly opened his mouth and took in a deep breath that surprised me. "You know, _," he sighed, half asleep. "It's a little uncomfortable to sleep when you're staring at me like that."

How did he know I was even looking at him? His eyes were closed. With that said, I gave a little yawn and shut my eyes. He might've been the shadow king, and he didn't get that title for nothing, but he was my shadow king.

The next morning, I was in my human form, opening my green eyes to see Kyoya still asleep. I was slightly confused, but then I remembered the night before. I also remembered that he said he wasn't a morning person, so I was very careful when leaving the bed.

Looking out the window, I concluded that it was the crack of dawn. With a silent sigh, I tiptoed down the steps and returned to my own room, shutting the door. I got dressed in the only cloths I had there (aside from the plethora of pajamas), which was only the school uniform the twins gave me. Seeing the calendar, I noticed today was Monday anyway, so I got together everything I brought (which happened to be all my school things) and put it all in the back pack I had. I quickly ran a brush through my hair and continued getting ready for school.

After a few hours, Kyoya got up and opened the door to my room. "…What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for school." I answered.

He groaned and rubbed his eye with the back of his wrist. "You do realize today is Sunday, right?" he asked.

I tilted my head and looked at the calendar again. "We went to the beach on Friday after school, you guys came to the manner yesterday,"

"Which was Saturday." Kyoya added.

I smacked my head as I looked again. "…You're right." I sighed with a little chuckle. "My bad." I then stood before him and bowed. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."

He raised a brow at me before he smiled. "I woke up myself. No need to worry." He then held my chin and raised my face to look him in the eye. "What I'm wondering is why you treat me like a master."

I looked at him in confusion at the sudden change of subject as he explained. "Back at the manner, your main focus was on me. Not on your master, nor your farther, not Honey-sepia, Mori-sepia, Haruhi, Tamaki, nor the twins, but on me."

I was still confused with what he was asking. He sighed. "While your father stood behind your master in the dining room, you stood behind me. When your father attacked me, you stood at my side, despite him being your father. Even when you were giving me my tea, you acted so professionally until I tripped. Even on Friday when I announced the plan, you kneeled to me and said 'if it is my wish', you didn't do that to the club; everyone else was far off to the side. Why is that?"

I wasn't sure how to answer, but I understood what he was thinking. I do still bow to him, and apologize for the slightest things like I would my master. I was sure, pretty soon, I'd start calling him 'My Lord' or something like that, had he not said 'I love you'. I really didn't notice that I'd treated him like that even after he said it. "I guess I'm still in servant mode." I shrugged.

He looked more confused as I sighed. "I started viewing you as a master because I wanted to be sure you were protected, and that I'd be a part of your life in some way without disturbing the balance between master and servant. But then, you told me you love me, and I do love you too, but I'm not sure how to treat someone of your stance even as a friend, much less a boyfriend."

I saw him scratch his chin in thought. "So, you treat me like that…because I'm rich?"

I wasn't sure how to reply. It sounded so cold and unreasonable when he said it, but the honest truth was that there was no other way to say it. My last boyfriend was a goofy, teenage gardener who rarely had a penny in his pocket, now I'm dating a serious, teenage host in a club only for the super rich and beautiful.

I've been around rich people every day for about 122 years, but I've always treated them like a servant should treat a master, with only the upmost respect and professionalism. I've only treated other servants as friends and family.

To answer his question, all I could do was nod. Kyoya sighed and lifted my face so it was only a few centimeters from his. A smile curled on his lips as he bumped my head with his. "Wealth shouldn't have anything to do with it." He stated. "You are in the Host Club family, and most importantly, you are my girlfriend. You can forget about you servant duties."

I looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? I was raised to be a butler."

"I mean," he stated, pulling me in close. "It's hard to be a servant with no master. Since the only ones you know here are either in the club or you father and previous master, you are no longer a servant." With that said, he pulled me in and pecked my lips. I smiled as I hugged him, dropping my imaginary shackles of servitude.

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