Another (very) short one. It's all unfolding.. Enjoy!
Haruhi collapsed onto her bed feeling incredibly confident about tomorrows biology quiz. She didn't really need the extra study time, she knew the syllabus backwards, but studying always made her feel better.
She did feel guilty about bailing on host club though, especially all her designators that Kyouya would have to apologise to. How much would that cost her?
bzzzz bzzzz…. bzzzz bzzzz
Kyouya's picture flashed up on Haruhi's twin-issued cell phone.
Speak of the devil….
"Kyouya-senpai?" she sat up as she answered, leaning against her headboard.
"Ah Haruhi, uh… how are you?" the boys voice had a nervous edge to it. Strange… she thought
"Um, fine, Senpai, and you?"
"I'm good thanks... Look Haruhi, I would like to apologise on behalf of the club for how you were treated earlier. We have no business in who you tie yourself to romantically, that is your decision. Also I do hope you will re-join club activities tomorrow."
This was very out of the blue for Haruhi,
The Shadow King… apologising? Had Kyouya lost his mind?
"Thanks… Kyouya. Of course I'll be at Host Club tomorrow. Though I must make it clear I am not 'tying myself' to anyone."
"…You're not?"
"No, Mori-Senpai is just my friend."
"Right, okay. Thank you, Haruhi. See you tomorrow." Kyouya hung up the phone, he could not believe it. Yet again this girl had surprised him.
When he had walked in on the kiss that afternoon he felt angry, but could not understand why. At first he assumed it was to do with the expensive, smashed saucer on the floor. It wasn't until that afternoon, when she had been so blasé about the kiss, that he realised he was mad at her, and Mori.
Out of all the boys in this club she kisses the one who can barely say 3 words? He thought as he sorted Haruhi's designators, offering them another host or a red rose that Haruhi had "personally picked" for them. Of course the girls fell for Kyouya's little white lie, and went home happy with their rose.
That afternoon's hosting seemed to be the slowest Kyouya had ever endured. His mind was twisting over this irrational anger. It was only when he was drying the days cups that he realised he was jealous.
Jealousy! And over a commoner. Get it together Kyouya. This is beneath you. Thought the Shadow King as he rode home in his town car.
He got to his room and collapsed onto his bed. Romance had been a tactic. Whether it be in the Host club or the daughter of his father's new business associate. He never thought he'd fall victim to it.
Kyouya had been engaged 7 times in the past 2 years. Airhead heiresses who liked his lean, yet muscular physique, his (meaningless) sweet talk, and the way he checked all three of the tall, dark and handsome boxes. They were all dull as bricks, spoiled, and fickle. Each one had failed due to the latter.
Some dumped him because he refused to show any physical affection further than holding hands (a rule of his fathers, after marriage was the only time for that). Others because they simply found his business motives boring, and the rest were scared off when Kyouya had become so fed up he let his real personality show. His father did not care, as long as the business deal had gone through, which it usually had. Ootori was a very prestigious corporation; it didn't require attractive teenage boys to do business.
After his last failed engagement three weeks ago, Kyouya's father called him in. Far from the scolding Kyouya was expecting, Yoshio told his son that he, unlike his siblings, would not be subject to an arranged marriage.
"Kyouya, the Ootori family is prided on its blue blood status. However, as these past two years have shown, high status does not guarantee a high mind. These girls I have set you up with may come from good backgrounds, but after much consideration, none of them would be a derisible asset to the Ootori line. If you can find a suitable bride, one that would do well in our family and provide me with intelligent grandchildren, you have my blessing. You may now go."
"Yes father." The boy replied, trying to hide his confusion, and horror. He had no idea how to attract a girl who was not shallow or simple.
After that evening, Kyouya began spending time searching for a suitable bride to no avail. It was only now, after a phone call with a specific young cross-dresser, that the boy considered his future bride could have been right under his nose.
"I thought this was a Mori fic?" yeah me too, but I dont know what kind it is now.
It might still go that way. Idk. I'll let the story decide.
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