Kyoya's Secret Kitten

Chapter 3

Kyoya gently closed the door behind us as I made my way to a piano bench and sat down. We simply existed in silence for what seemed like forever before he ended it.

"Since this is a sound proof room and I have total control over all security and am quite sure of our privacy, there is no need for me to use your alias, Miss Ito." When he said my name, even that formal husk of my name, I felt my heart skip a beat and my cheeks flush ever so slightly. "I shall overlook your brutish behavior, however, you need to get that temper of yours under control. It will be the end of you."

"I know," I admitted dejectedly. He was right, my temper was one of my tell tale characteristics. If one of my father's goons saw me fly off the handle like that it would be game over. "What did you want to speak to me about Mr. Ootori?" I asked, genuinely curious at this point.

"Ah yes," he seemed to have forgotten all about it. "Seeing as how you are in hiding and pretending to be a boy at that, I think it would be wise for you to join the host club." First of all, my real name is Yuki Ito and my father is Kei Ito, a very powerful man in the Japanese mob. After my father destroyed my last school, killing hundreds of innocent people, and bribed a politician so he could get away with it, I realized that I needed out, the mob was no life for me and I knew it. Being the only child and heir to the family business, however, made it impossible for me to leave quietly. On the night I ran away, I instantly went to the nearest police station, seeing as how I would need protection from my father and his cruelty. That was where I met Kyoya, his family had been after my father for decades and being in protective custody would be my only chance of surviving until my father was in prison. During the interview with Kyoya and the head of the Ootori secret police, I couldn't bring myself to look Kyoya in the eye. He was simply perfect. When the subject of protective custody was brought up, he recommended this whole charade under his watchful eye. My instructions were simple, make no friends and no enemies, attend classes religiously, blend in completely and avoid direct contact with Kyoya while at school. Now Kyoya, my bodyguard, was recommending I join a club, which would lead to making friends and enemies, plus I would be in contact with Kyoya frequently.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to make friends or enemies. Joining a club will eventually break that rule. Besides, I would be in direct contact with you for hours every day." I protested. As I rose from the bench, Kyoya pushed his glasses higher on his nose and gave me a look that said "If you'd quit talking, I'll explain everything." I hated that he treated me like a child, like an underling.

"Miss Ito, both Morinozuka Senpi and Haninozuka Senpi are highly skilled in martial arts and self defense techniques. This is , quite frankly, the safest place for you to be at the moment. Whether it goes against my original plans is inconsequential, I am in charge of your safety. You will do as I say with no questions asked. "I made a mental note of the names, seeing as how they were going to be my club mates, and then processed the audacity of Kyoya's words. I rolled my eyes in frustration. I was nothing but a valuable asset to him, an obedient servant that was to do everything right as if programmed. "Do I make myself clear, Miss Ito?" He questioned. There was a coldness in his voice that frightened me a little but I didn't show it.

"Mr. Ootori," I replied coolly. "Although you may not care to take notice, I am not one of your servants. What is going on here is an equal business transaction, something I want for something you want. I will continue to follow your direction to the best of my abilities but remember that I am enduring great personal danger to hold up my end of our arrangement. You would do best to remember that I am no underling of yours." And with that I strode to the door. For a moment Kyoya stood completely still as if in shock and I grinned at the thought of making him speechless. Just as I reached out to turn the doorknob and rejoin the others, Kyoya grabbed my wrist and gave me a cool stare that shook my confidence.

"Miss Ito, I am well aware of our arrangements and it is in both of our best interests that you stay alive." I attempted to retract my hand but his grip only tightened. "If that means that I have to take you to some abandoned building and lock you up until the end of the trial then that's what I'll do." With that he released my hand and smiled. "You're one of my most valued associates, Mr. Kasuka. I hope we have a nice smooth association from here on out." And with that, our conversation was done. Kyoya reached forward and opened the door. As he stepped out of the room, I was almost too afraid to follow him out. Up to this point Kyoya had been cordial and distant, but just now I saw a spark of anger that frightened me a little. I slowly followed Kyoya out of the room lost in my own thoughts, that is, until he stopped and I walked right into him.

"Hey!" I protested dejectedly, "Warn me next time." Kyoya turned his head to look at me.

"My apologies Mr. Kasuka," His voice was cordial but his expression was a mixture of annoyance and indifference. "Perhaps if you were more attentive to your direction of movement, you'd be less likely to run into things." I pursed my lips but did not respond. Kyoya, seeing that I was going to behave, returned his attention to the other boys. "Mr. Kasuka has agreed to Join the host club." He announced to the others. "I have deemed him the awkward type. He is quite honored to be here and will do his very best to ensure the happiness of all who come into contact with him." The silence that ensued was almost crushing. And then, utter chaos.