Warm Ice: Re-upload

Title: Warm Ice

Rating: T

Pairing: Kyoharu

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Ouran but alas, I don't.

Chapter Three: Yoshio Ootori

Author's Note: I might not be able to update very soon, but please be patient with me. To make up for the long wait, this chapter is a special chapter that takes you into the past of Yoshio Ootori.

Yoshio Ootori sat on his leather office chair, scanning through some photos that had been locked up in some dusty safe. He was currently on a business trip and had some free time, this however, was a rare view. Yoshio never looked at photos. He had most of them burned except for a few. These photos usually made him feel emotions that he doesn't usually feel even if it is the smallest bit of them.

The first one was his graduation picture. He even remembered that fake valedictorian speech he gave. Not one word was true. Then some old school photos. There weren't many; except maybe some of those that were taken by the stupid fan club of his. It even made him laugh a bit. More and more came, filling his brain with memories and heart with strange emotions. But then, there was a picture of her. The woman that Yoshio fell in love with. The picture viewed a beautiful, spunky girl with black hair, wearing a skirt and t-shirt with one sort of logo on it. The photo was taken in High School. He even remembered paying that guy from the photography club to take it secretly and leave it in his locker. Those days, Yoshio Ootori was a love sick puppy.

It was in some room at Ouran Academy, awaiting the second daughter of some big name company that specializes in architecture and construction or whatever.

Being the only son of the Ootori family, he would inherit everything his father and mother had to give when they die. It must've been pretty bad to have to work under her sister. Yet, when the girl stepped in, she didn't look pained. Not even a bit. Her brown hair reached her shoulders, looking forced to be combed. she wore the school's skirt part of the uniform, which seemed to be cut shorter. A loose white shirt was tucked into the dark blue skirt. He couldn't help but notice she didn't wear a sailor tie or anything. It looked disgusting and untraditional. He didn't like it, ocd maybe. But he managed, to talk to the girl.

"Hello Ms. Kobayashi. My name is Yoshio Ootori. Welcome to Ouran Academy," he gave her a smile, with the power to charm someone supposedly.

She seemed to look down at her arm to read something. "Uhh...nice to meet you Ootori-s-sama. My name is Shinju Kobayashi. It would be a pleasure for you to erm...escort me?" she smiled nervously.

He shot her one last smile and walked towards the door, with the girl following him. She was a weirdo. What daughter of a rich family had to take notes on what to say. Every girl he's met knew exactly when and how they would talk to him. And he wasn't stupid either. It was always because they wished that he would like them and marry them. But it kind of hurt that she didn't care enough to impress him. Just a little.

He cleared his throat as they walked through Ouran's halls. "So Ms. Kobayashi. What brings you to this school?" He asked, attempting to make small conversation.

"My parents enrolled me here. It wasn't my choice, but it's not like I care," she looked out at a window, not bothering to look at him. It really kind of stung.

"I see," he twitched. "I couldn't help but notice you aren't wearing the school uniform," Yoshio added.

"I choose comfort over style or dress codes. Our family worked out a deal with the board already, in case you were wondering," she replies, still staring out at the window.

"I can imagine the benefit," said Yoshio, who was now real annoyed.

They remained quiet until the classroom 1-A appeared. That was where his class was, oh and her's too. It was hard to believe. Someone like her in a class that required +grades and 100% pedigree. He almost laughed at this. It was also the day of a test though. Maybe he can test just how good she is.

After about an hour of pencils racing and feet tapping, the test was over. Test results always were posted the next day. He smirked as the crowd of students rushed towards the cafeteria.

"Excuse me Ms. Kobayashi. Would you like to join me for lunch?" He asked, politely. It wasn't much, at the end of the day he still needed her family's support and he wanted to know about this weirdo, and make her like him like most others did. Because it seemed she hated his guts or something.

"No thank you," she replied, almost too quickly. Not to mention; bluntly.

His eyebrow raised, "Why is that?"

"Sorry…..I just don't like you," She shrugged.

Now this one hurt. She didn't have to say it like that. Or at all….

"Eh….why not?" He asked.

"Well because you're fake. Underneath that nice smile and formal exterior, is a human being. I don't like people who cover it up to listen to orders or whatever," she said it like it was normal for her. His brain was full of shock has the girl walked away. One, any girl would've died for a lunch with him. Two, she saw through him a so quickly.

Yoshio had lunch in the classroom that day. More like, pushed his food around on his plate. He was on his laptop, researching Shinju Kobayashi. He wanted to know about her. Out of Curiosity? Hate? Or did he love her? Nah, at that time, he barely knew what like was.

The alarm clock went off at an earlier time than Yoshio had usually risen. It was surely a pain in the neck, but he was required to do this on days results were posted. With a grunt, he got up and managed to get over to the closet and pull out the school uniform. The bathroom seemed like miles away. He forgot about the shower and headed down for breakfast. He was actually excited to see the grade scores today, he usually already knew he would get the top score. And that, was boring.

The school came into view as the limo pulled up to the front. He noticed there were no other cars there as usual. The school was pretty empty. No sounds from any rooms, just his loud footsteps. As he approached the classroom, he realized it was already open. As he looked in, there she was. Shinju Kobayashi. Her eyes stared at the board in satisfaction, her black hair falling back. The position she was in was just so goddamn attractive. (Not sexually).

"Hmm?" She turned around.

"I apologize, ," he smiled. (a fake one of course.)

"It's fine,"

Taking a few steps to look at the results, he saw that he still had the top score while she had the second. He smirked, thinking how maybe she wasn't so special.

"I'm suprised Ms. Kobayashi. I thought someone as intelligent as you would have surely gotten a higher grade than me," he smiled, a satisfactory smile.

"I could've. But I got two wrong on purpose," she said.

"Why?" He asked, truly curious.

"I know people. I know you. Yoshio Ootori, heir to the Ootori family. If you're inferior to someone like me, daddy will be disappointed. I don't like you. But i don't hate you. Besides, I'm the second daughter. Who cares about my grades?" SHe smiled a weak and sad smile.

He was speechless. How could she do that..be so kind even though she clearly said she didn't like him. Yes it was true, 'daddy' would be disappointed.

"Ms.K-," he started.

"Shinju," she said. "My name is Shinju. Not Kobayashi. I'll dislike you even more if you keep calling me Ms.," she smirked, walking off.

"Shinju…." he whispered. "Pearl,"

He was even more interested in her. He would get her to like him no matter what. (Poor Yoshio doesn't know what love is.)

"Shinju-san!" He shouted, running to catch up to her.

"There you go again. Tell you to stop with the Ms. and now you add an honorific," she sighed. "Look. If it's thanks you wanna say, then no problem. Ok?" She smiled.

"I still have to thank you. Father doesn't like it when I fail. So go on a date with me this weekend," he said, with a smile. It was pretty funny. Yoshio looked like a little kid.

Finding it impossible to turn him down, she agrees. "Fine, if I have too," she walks off.

It was busy for Yoshio. He had to make the date perfect. He didn't know what this goal was. He convinced himself, it was for her to like him. But what then….after she did say she liked him. To Yoshio, Like was just the opposite of hate. He didn't want her to hate him, since she was a special girl, but what was like to him?

Saturday finally came. He was waiting at some park for her. They had agreed to meet there. (he did some research and found out she liked parks.)

She came into view a couple minutes later. But...she looked different. Her hair wasn't brown today. It was brown.

"Shinju-s...Shinju," he said in shock.

"What is it?" She asked.

"It's just...your hair's brown today,"

"Oh that. My hair is naturally brown. Mother didn't like it since it was different, so she made me dye it. I must've ran out," she shrugged.

Her brown hair looked 100 times better than the black hair. It made her sparkle and complimented her soft, light skin.

He snapped out of his thoughts after noticing she was staring at him. "I apologize," he said, nervously.

"It's ok," she chuckled.

THe two took a stroll around the park, staring at this and that.

"So, Shinju, do you enjoy things like this?" He asked.

"Yeah I guess. But I never go on walks with boys," she replied.

"Why not?" He asked.

"They go for my sister. She's good looking, smart, not to mention the heir to our family,"

"I see. Do you get jealous?"

"Not really. I don't really mind you know. I'm kind of glad that she's the heir and not me," Shinju replied.

"I don't understand," he said, truly not understanding.

"Of course you wouldn't" she sighed. "Since she's the heir, she has to take over for mother. That is her life chosen for her. I can choose. Nobody would care,"

"I never thought of that,"

"I envy commoners," she frowned. "They get to grow up in a loving family, become what they want, live their life. Experience things that us rich people can never do," her eyes were distant, and sad.

"I never had a loving family either. My dad is never at home, and I don't have siblings,"

"My sister doesn't like me. She says that I'm a useless addition, and my life has no purpose,"

"Do you believe her?"

"No," she says, almost smiling. "Everyone has a purpose. When I grow up, I'm going to travel the world and do all sorts of things. I'm going to try different food, meet different people, and live life like I want," she smiled.

"Isn't that a bit much to wish for?" He asked, eyes softening.

"It's better than working for the likes of my sister," she smiled, a bright and wide smile.

He almost melted. The smile was so pure, the sun hit her perfectly, she was beautiful. What was this feeling?

"What about a husband," he asked, so suddenly.

"What do you mean?" She replied.

"I mean. Y'know the person you'll marry," he blushed slightly.

"Oh…..well I don't know. Maybe I'll meet someone," she shrugged.

"So do you still not like me?" He asked.

"Eh, more or less. I mean you've taken my first date so I guess I'd have to like you a bit," she replied.

He blushed. "Right," yes! He thought.

"How about you? This your first date?"

"Yes it is,"

"That's surprising," she laughed. "Aren't you the guy that all the girls have the hots for?"

"I don't like them though. They would all go after my money. I actually like you," he said casually, before realizing what he said. He was now flushed.

She laughed at him. It was pretty funny. To see him all red like that. "Oooh...Yoshio Ootori likes me. Are you trying to get me a death sentence from your fangirls?" she joked.

"SH-shut up! It's not like that. ANd I wouldn't let them hurt you anyway!" He practically shouted.

They were both blushing now. Her more than him.

"S-sorry," Yoshio managed.

It was quiet and awkward she broke that silence. "You mean it?" She blushed, harder. Looking away.

"Yeah," he smiled nervously.

"It's weird," she says, quietly. But loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry," he frowned.

"No...it's just. No one has ever said anything like that," she looked at him .

"Then I'll be the first," he smiled.

"Why?" She asked, looking as if she would cry.

" I don't know," he lifted her chin. "Don't cry. Just don't do it," he frowned.

"Ok," she blushed, and almost too quickly, she kissed him.

He had never felt that before. A kiss. It was his first, and it was so good. Her lips tasted like strawberries or something. He didn't let go, as they stood there. He wanted her to like him. Because he loved her. He loved her more than he could possibly imagine, and that was just one part of the long journey that lay ahead. Years of highschool, and their wedding day. That picture reminded him of Her. The girl Yoshio Ootori fell so deeply in love with all too soon. And he loved her more every step of the way. He didn't know where she was, somewhere out there. She left years after they got married. To be somewhere. He didn't know where, but he knows he got colder when she left, his heart stopped and froze into ice. Not knowing how to melt. Until Haruhi Fujioka walked into his life and his son's life. SHe was just like Shinju. Spunky, beautiful, blunt, perfect. He wanted his son to feel this happiness he had once felt. He wanted to feel it also.

I hope you enjoyed this special chapter. I apologize to those who just want more fluff with Kyoharu. If you enjoyed, pleas review and tell me if you would like me to write more special chapters of this couple from time to time. :)