Formidable Enmity [ Ootori Kyouya ] R18

OCD

Kyouya didn't have a good sleep that night, due to his thoughts being louder than usual. He flipped his bedroom switch 20 times before trying to sleep in the dark. He could barely gain anything new from the books he studied, only good thing was the next day isn't a school day.

He kept recalling the library incident where he chose to see the enemy in a different light. He wanted to give a strict lesson towards a girl who undoubtedly came from a higher social status; as it would do good to build up his own ego. Yet little did he know it's never about sex anymore.

In fact, Kyouya was starting to feel disgusted of whatever happened in Berlin.

I shouldn't have forced myself on her, but it's too late to turn back and fix things. And she gave me her consent in Berlin, most probably because she's used to this. Sleeping around and leaving them behind like dust in the wind.

Yet despite the deed, Astreanova kept moving forward and held her head up high, as if she was soaring through the skies.

The third Ootori son lamented to himself, the fact that they were enemies; and his father told him to stay far away from the Antares family. He suspected that the Antares corporation would be able to buy all of the Ootori's assets and shares- in the end liquidate everything to merge with the parent company.

Kyouya took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm his thoughts. It was already 4 am.

But I do not want her to sleep with anyone else.

The fact that she commented about him hating physical touch was correct. Kyouya definitely did not remember when was the last time he allowed Fuyumi to hug him affectionately. He tried to deduce or understand what came onto him in Berlin. Was Astrea really that attractive to him? With the long and silky black hair that would pass her shoulders, golden eyes, pale skin and a mole on both sides of her forehead. She was unforgettable in his OCD mind. It bugs him even more that he could listen to her talk in depth with that voice because it would shut off his noisy mind for a moment.

There was also a small thought at the back of his head that he could just confess to Tamaki from A to Z, but knowing his dramatic outburst and tendency to tell everyone in the Host Club, Kyouya decided to scrap the idea.

At least I could try talking to Kaoru about it tomorrow.

'You actually slept with her??? Jesus motherfucking christ!' Kaoru's voice echoed through the line. Kyouya sighed heavily at the reaction.

'Yeah and now I regret it. Not that it was bad, but it shouldn't have been done so casually.'

'Kyouya-senpai, you are truly done for this time.' Kaoru smirked and chuckled.

'Why done for? I haven't lost that fight against her.'

'You will see... it's not about who wins or lose.' Kaoru spoke softly.

'All is fair in love and war, Kyouya-senpai. Appreciate your final year more. I can tell that she would appreciate the time you guys spend with each other.' He continued.

'What do you think I should do, Kaoru?'

'Listen to what your heart says, senpai. Your feelings will guide you home.'

Kyouya knew he had something to ponder again for the weekend before monday starts. He trusted Kaoru with the details as well, yet his answer was too vague.

Astreanova went to Spain for the weekend, just to visit the Picasso Museum to study his works. Her interest in old and reputable paintings was unstoppable. On top of that, she loves to visit cathedrals as well. She stopped by La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona and instinctively started praying.

I pray so that all my final year problems shall be resolved.

A familiar face comes to mind, it was Kyouya. Regardless of her annoyance towards him, she wishes him well at the church too (as well as wishing that he wouldn't bother her).

Dear Lord, please cleanse all my sins.

And his too.

The memory in Berlin will be imprinted in her mind for quite a while. It was by far the most impulsive decision that has been made. Though, something about Kyouya's real personality and his broken family made her realize, even the Ootori son is suffering from things he don't speak about.

Astrea remembers him locking the door more than twice. Probably 5 times in a hot minute. She thought it was just him being a perfectionist. Yet in Spain, it struck her that it was probably the beginning of everything that was wrong in his life, except for his host club friends.

As she walked back alone to the airport without any bodyguard (she personally requested it), Astrea wonders what else would be in store for her in Ouran Academy. Regardless of anything, she still had to continue training in the dojo and studying early for the final exam.

'How was your holiday in Spain?'

It was the first thing Astrea heard after taking a seat in class. Of course it had to be the usual seat, beside Ootori Kyouya. It was a Monday, and she has always hated Mondays.

'It was alright. More importantly, are you keeping tabs on me, Kyouya?' Astrea casually answered as she took out her books.

'I have my ways.' Kyouya smirked, although with a sad look in his mesmerizing grey eyes.

We're still enemies with benefits, it seems. He mused, alone.