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

You are not a supporting character, Kyouya. Chapter 2

OK, so here is chapter 2. I wrote this at work so my apologies for any and all mishaps. I wrote this and reread it at work. Hope that this chapter won’t disappoint. Hey, why am I keeping you from Kyouya? By all means, continue reading and let me know what you think.

“Um, so…thanks for letting me use the bathroom.” She finally said, horribly embarrassed by the fact that she hadn’t realized sooner. He, the clever monster that he was, cocked his head and recognized the hit to her ego about having been wrong. They faced each other on the sofa in silence. Leaving her to wonder exactly why he had asked her to sit with him. “You made a miscalculation of some kind, are you in any trouble for it?” She questioned deflecting the conversation from herself. She noticed him slightly tense.

“No, it was small.” He folded his arms. Geez, she thought, he could relax a little, everyone makes mistakes. “So, Miss Igarashi, shall we address the issue at hand.” He was about to continue onward when she thought to tease him some more.

“Only if you want to?” She said and her words did in fact rattle him. He recovered quickly.

“Why are you in my house?” She wanted to move closer to him and had no idea why.

“I’m here with my Auntie. She’s your kitchen maid, I believe. She’s doing inventory while your family is away.” He seemed to accept that. However, it hadn’t answered his question about her clothes. The niece of their maid shouldn’t be able to afford something so high quality.  He decided to wait to ask about it. 

Adelaide suddenly noticed his uniform hanging in the corner.

“You attend Ouran Academy! So do I.” Then at her inquiring gaze she added, “Well, I mean I will. I start next week. My stepfather insisted that I attend.”

“You’re stepfather?” He asked. She saw his game plan.

“I can’t tell you his name.” He looked slightly shocked but let it go. “If I did, what would you say? Oh I know him and it be a great business contact to have or some bullcrap like that?” He remained silent. “I’m right, right? So, you’d fake a friendship with me so that you could meet him and make a good impression.” Kyouya was fascinated with her, slightly.

“I can find out regardless.” He stated, returning to his notebook.

“Yeah.” Her voice sounded a little sad, but when he turned back to her, she continued to look him straight in the eye. “We could be friends anyway, couldn’t we?” The way she said that annoyed Kyouya a bit, but the courage and determination in her face attacked his resolve.

“I suppose. It would be beneficial to you to have someone on the inside to show you around and help you meet others. Although, that kind of connection comes at a cost.” As he said this he rose from his position on the sofa, to tower over her.

“Who is to say that I would mind being in your debt? So name your price?” When Kyouya remained silent and scowling, she continued. “I could offer you my stepfather’s name, but since you can learn that information on your own…it’s pointless to offer that. And you already have money, though you can always stand to have more.” She stood and leaned into him to emphasis her point. “Whatever can repay a kindness like that? Sexual favors?” It was incredible, he didn’t flinch, but his brow did slightly lift. She could feel his eyes wonder down her body, appraising her again. He wouldn’t, she thought. She’d only wanted to tease him, to win and somehow wound his ego, but she panicked when she thought he might actually take her up on the offer.  Since no one was saying anything, it made it look more suggestive than it actually was. Her chest rose and fell against his several times. He was good at mental games, she noted.

“I’ll wait to claim your payment.” That certainly made her heart palpitate, but she focused on controlling her face. It would not do to show a weakness in front of him.

            She didn’t really know why but for some reason the moment that she saw him, she knew exactly what type of person he was: Egotistical, Power driven, and scheming. Just like her father, but she saw a weakness in Kyouya that her father hadn’t had. No, maybe not a weakness, but a strength. Whatever one would label the kindness in his steely eyes and stoic chin it was a pleasant difference that she welcomed.