You are not a supporting character, Kyouya. An Ouran tale

Alright everyone. I finally wrote a Ouran Host Club Fan fiction and here be the first chapter. I don't own Ouran Host Club. Hopefully, this will please everyone. I didn't want to get hung up on a lot of details and time and things, so this takes place somewhere in the time and world universe of Ouran. Please enjoy.

“DAMN!! I would never have miscalculated something like that. Tamaki!!!!” Adelaide was quite frightened and flinched just then because of the loudness of the outburst. However, as she closed the door behind her, she convinced herself that it must be the rant of an underpaid accountant still on the premises. Yes, she thought as she let herself rest against the door for a moment. She might not understand Japanese very well, but she recognized the phrase and knew that Tamaki was a name. Wait, Auntie had said that no one else would be here. The family that lived here had gone on some kind of vacation…uhm a business trip or something. Her eyes reopened and that is when she saw him.

Smooth and lithe and masculine. He was quite handsome. Never in her life had she seen someone so beautiful be so angry.  Something about his body suggested that it was powerful, but he didn’t appear very athletic. She smiled as he relaxed. His features softened. His glasses sat crooked on his long and slender nose. He was wearing very high quality clothing and she thought that his job must compensate him greatly for this frustration. However, he seemed to be around her age so she knew that to have a job that important he must be very intelligent. She noticed his well-groomed hair as well. His grey eyes were not angry at her, but looked inquisitively upon her face and then her body. It seemed as though it took hours to view one another, judging and appraising and in those hours there was absolutely no sound.

She was the first to break the silence as she thought it was her place to do so. “Um, Hi. Sorry to have interrupted you. I was just looking for the restroom.” She could feel her cheeks expand as she gave him her best smile. Adelaide was surprised to see him grin back at her. She wondered about what he must be thinking of her.

“Allow me.” His long slender fingers gripped her wrist and led her deeper into the room. She had nothing to do but to follow. The pressure was a little hard on her wrist and as much as she wanted to wrench away from him, she could not because she welcomed the heat from him.

Once in this private bathroom, she thought about his cold and calm demeanor and combined it with his loud angry outburst. Humph, he certainly liked to hide behind himself. She decided not to address this upon her return to him, because she knew how hurtful that it could be to have someone see through you. She was rather caught off guard to find him waiting so close to the door.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your soap or towels or anything.” She teased roughly pushing past him.

“Do you mind if I check?” Was his response. It came out so seriously that Adelaide almost burst out laughing. This reaction shocked him a bit but a grin slid to his face, nevertheless. She might not have known his name yet, but she could tell he was just the type of person that she would like to be friends with.

Kyouya had entertained very few women in his bedroom and never a complete stranger. He almost always had time to research people and it was quite unsettling to not know. The confusing thing about this girl was that she was definitely an American, but with an abundance of Japanese features, she did not speak the language well. She was almost certainly a commoner. However, her clothes were rather exceptional in quality, although they were designed to look casual. Her shoes, however, were simple and ancient looking sneakers.

“Would you like to sit with me?” He offered hoping to learn more about her.

“Sure. I think that I have the time. Oh. We should introduce ourselves. I’m Adelaide Igarashi.”

“Kyouya Ootori.” Then the wheels clicked for Adelaide. He was a…Ootori. He lived here!!! It was his house.