Be a Legend

Unbelievable!

Chapter 3: Unbelievable

“This is unbelievable!” Kyoya said, almost angry, leaning towards me across the table. “Kanari, your grades are almost perfect.”

“The operative word there is “almost” with my father…” I mumbled.

“I hope you don’t take offense to this, but your father… made it sound like you were failing,” he said, still surprised. I sighed as he leaned back in his seat and handed me back my first semester report. I took it and glanced down at it again. Kyoya blinked and snatched it back while standing up suddenly.

“Algebra, ninety-nine. Language, ninety-nine. Social Studies, ninety-nine. Science, ninety-nine. Calligraphy, ninety-nine. Music, one hundred,” he flashed me a smile at that, but it quickly disappeared. “Physical education, ninety-nine. And home economics, ninety-nine,” he said the whole of this rather flatly, excepting music. I blushed a bit and shifted in my chair. He put the paper down and rested his hands on the table, leaning towards me, glasses glinting evilly off the light. My eyes had gone wide at this point. He can be an imposing figure, and if he’s anything like his father, I can understand how they’re so successful.

“Your parents are displeased with these grades?” he asked, though it was more a statement.  I nodded, eyes wide. He sat down and flashed me an unexpected smile, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “We’ll get along famously, I’m sure,” he said, “we’re quite alike.”

He said all of this while two thoughts whipped through my head: what the hell? and those glasses are hot on him. I was more concerned with the latter at the moment. He was definitely not supposed to be a dating prospect- he was my tutor.

Focus! You haven’t said anything in response, I thought. “What?” was the only thing I could manage to get out.

He ignored my question and responded with one of his own. “What number are you?” he asked. I blinked. “I mean what number child? Second?”

“Third,” I told him, still a bit confused. He smiled a bit, with his head a bit tilted to the side. Then it hit me.

We were both third-born. We both came from demanding families (I surmised that from Father.) We were both smart; I could tell just by looking at him that he was very intelligent. His outrage at my parent’s reactions toward my grades hinted that his situation was the same. We were alike, probably more than I knew.

I hadn’t said anything in about a minute, and I realized that Kyoya was staring at me. I blinked widely and shook my head a bit. “Sorry,” I said softly.

“Not a problem at all,” he said, resting his head on his hands with elbows on the table. “I wasn’t expecting for you to be, well…, smart,” he said looking at me with the beginnings of a smirk, “and quite honestly I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do to “tutor” you.” He stood up and slid his chair in. “Shall we tour the campus then? It’s a beautiful day outside, and I’m positive there are still some places you haven’t explored.”

I took his proffered hand and smiled at him, saying, “I doubt that, but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Kyoya was a joy to spend time with, despite seeming like he would be a know it all. He took me to some beautiful places I had no idea even existed. The cherry tree orchard in the northeastern corner of campus. The feng shway garden, complete with bubbling waterfall, in the westernmost area. I’m not even sure how he knew these places existed.

“Tamaki’s father is the chairman of OuranAcademy, so all of the members of the host club know their way around better than anyone. He’s actually quite useful to be associated with,” Kyoya said as we made out way back to the main campus. The breeze whipped through his hair as we walked. He glanced over at me and saw the blank look on my face. “What?” he asked.

“Who’s Tamaki?” I asked, a little embarrassed of my own naïve-ness.

Kyoya just laughed and said, “Tamaki is the boy with the blond hair from earlier. He’s also the leader of the host club.”

“Really?” I asked. “I would have assumed it was you.”

“I believe I’m the “mommy” figure in the club,” he said dryley. “I’m the vice president. Honestly though, Tamaki doesn’t really like to get involved with the business side of things, so I run the financing and business parts of the club.” By this time, we had arrived at the main building. “I believe I’m supposed to escort you home,” he mentioned.

“Lovely,” I said, “I just have to go get my things from the library.”

Kyoya flipped out his cell phone. “Sure thing,” he said while dialing, “I’ll just call for the limo.” He turned around, looking out through the gates as I walked off, phone to his ear.

As I walked through the halls of Ouran, I realized I had been talking. I talked to Kyoya. For like, two hours. That’s big. I really enjoyed spending time with him. My first impression of him was that he was in things alone. An every-man-to-himself sort of guy. Reflecting on our time spent together, I’m thinking that this was more of a façade. Kyoya seemed like a legitimately king person. I came to a stop at the library doors. Crap. I’ve got to get in there.

I glanced down one side of the hallway, calculating the chances that someone would be here to unlock the doors.

“Excuse me, young miss, did you need to enter the library for some reason?” a deep voice said from behind me.

I spun around and looked up into the eyes of an older gentleman dark eyes and coffee-colored hair. He looked imposing.

“Yes, sir. I’ve just been around campus with one of my classmates and left my things in here. I had forgotten that the staff locked the doors,” I explained. I wonder where I’ve seen him before. He looks so familiar.

The man gave me a small smile. “Oh, it’s not a problem to unlock them for you, Miss...?”

“Densetsu. Kanari Densetsu, sir. I’m in class 1-A here,” I said. He had pulled out a key from his bag and was unlocking the door. He pushed it open for me and extended his other hand.

“Please, Miss Densetsu, retrieve your things. And, if you see your father, tell him Yuzuru said hello, would you?”

“Of course,” I reassured him. “Thank you for opening the door for me, sir.”

“Once again, not a problem,” he acknowledged as I walked passed him to get my bag.

I returned to Kyoya with my violin slung over my shoulder, books pressed to my chest. The wind was blowing with more force now, and I was getting annoyed with having to constantly push it back across my face.

Kyoya smirked when he saw me. “Lovely hair you’ve got there,” he pointed out.

I glared at him.

He just chuckled and opened the door to a sleek black limo parked next to him. I slid in and set my violin on the floor as he closed the door behind me.

“Kyoya, you don’t happen to know a man here, say around 50, with light brown hair?” I asked.

“Why do you ask?” he responded, not answering my question.

“I saw a man at the library doors. He opened them for me, and after I had introduced myself, apparently knew my father. I was just curious if you knew someone like him,” I explained.

He glanced at me, glasses glinting a bit. “Why, Kanari, I do believe you’ve encountered the patriarch of our school, Yuzuru Suoh- Tamaki’s father.”

I blinked, then shrugged a little. “He was kind enough to open the doors for me. He seemed a little on the sterner side, though.”

“He is, from all accounts. He’s the only person I’ve ever seen Tamaki be serious around, and that’s saying something,” Kyoya explained.

I snorted. “It doesn’t seem like it,” I said, in reference to his statement.

Kyoya glanced at me, then laughed. “You know, it’s a pity you’re not a boy. The Host Club would benefit from having you,” he said.

I looked over at him and said, “Not a chance, Ootori.”

He just laughed again.

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