Dance to the Rhythm

by jayb1rd

Kyoya's plans never go wrong, never get out of hand, and never cause him trouble. That is, not until he tried to involve her. She's no pushover he can run roughshod over. (I do not own Ouran or any of its characters. All rights go strictly to the author.) P.S. I'm a bit of a music geek. Don't freak out.

2. Of Entrances

I wasn't surprised when the American walked into the studio that morning. I had known exactly where we were and which office Tamaki "randomly" chose for practicing. I knew everything about her that was on file, the internet, and rumored. As I had bought into some of the Suoh education and hotel empire, I was responsible for her hiring. I wasn't in the room when her interview was conducted. I was neither present for her auditions, nor for her teaching presentation. However, I had reviewed all of her sent materials and given Tamaki the all clear to proceed in processing her. Even before she set foot on Japanese soil, I knew her. It was my job.

I hadn't planned on meeting her this morning. I had only wanted to listen to her sing and observe the music department's rising prestige as a result of her presence from the shadows. It's what I do, and I'm good at it. But, as I followed Tamaki in his ridiculous wanderings, I thought I'd take a chance to get a bit more information about the little American.

"Tamaki, I don't think that it matters which room you practice in as long as you practice at all. Do me a favor and don't talk to me again before noon."

"Come on, Kyoya. I already apologized for waking you up. Besides, you and I both know that you've reformed and wake up at five a.m. everyday anyway." His voice irked me in the morning. Actually, just about anything annoyed me before lunch.

"I only get up at five on my hospital days. Today is my one day off this week," I glared, "so don't speak again."

Tamaki was lifting his fingers to the keys again when the door knob turned and the office owner walked in. She was about 5 feet tall, maybe 5 foot 1 inch: either way, a good foot shorter than either Tamaki or me. Her hair was straight, thick, and a deep brunette, nearly black that fell to the middle of her back. She had hazel green eyes that seemed to shift to stormy blue and were set in a porcelain skinned, round face above a button nose and full, cupid's bow lips. She was petite but full figured. I was rather surprised by her appearance because, obviously, pictures don't capture everything, like the fact that she didn't look a day over 17 instead of her supposed 26.

"Is there something I can do for you, gentlemen?" Her tone and demeanor were professional and didn't give away anything. I could tell Tamaki was gaping and knew he was about to turn the charm on. In 3, 2, 1. Go.