The Replaced

Kyoya

When I first met Kyoya he introduced me to me. He told me where I was born, who were my parents, what they did, what I was interested in being, my class schedule, the places I most frequent and my home address.

For the next couple of months since we met, I could see him look at me before quickly jotting in a small black notebook he carried everywhere with him.

Most find Kyoya's black notebook creepy. He can be seen frequently through out the day writing in it. What's being written is the usual thing that interests people. For me, it was why.

Why did Kyoya know everything about a person? Why did he record it? Why does he continue to find new information about a person he already knows? Why is it, that he is a little more than stalkerish. I found out my answers in a surprising manner.

I had been absent to school for a doctor's appointment and had forgotten to tell the host club about it. Well I never made it to that appointment because my bus broke down. I was stranded for awhile and in unfamiliar territory. For hours I wondered the big city in search of another route. I never had to find one.

Kyoya found me before I had to.

I had been sitting on the curb contemplating on whether I should try to hitch a ride or not. It was a rather tempting idea even if a possible outcome was being tied and bound in the trunk of a kidnappers car. My feet had acquired several new blisters despite I hadn't been wearing heels. Still, my flats dangled precariously on the tips of my fingers.

I was just about to give in and take my chances, when I detected the sound of hurried footsteps heading my direction. Quickly snapping to attention, I look up from the pavement.

It was Kyoya, his black notebook hanging loosely from his coat's pocket.

He strode up to me and took my shoulders into his hands, inspecting me for any injuries. He released a barely audible sigh that I only heard because we stood so close together. Before any other emotion could be leaked, he removed his hands and pushed his glasses up his nose, making them flash and hide his eyes.

Whipping out his cellphone, I could hear him speak in fast converse with the other host members, giving them our relieved I hadn't had to resort to asking a stranger for help, I was also suspicious. I asked how he knew my predicament.

"The doctor said you hadn't made your appointment," Kyoya said offhandedly, as if it were obvious.

"Oh, well I guess that makes since," I agreeded. But realization struck. "How did you know I had a doctor's appointment in the first place!"

He turned sharply so that his back was facing me, while at the same time taking out his notebook. He admitted to knowing of my doctors appointment and calling them to make sure everything went okay. When they said I hadn't shown he called transportation and asked for my buses location. They then told him of its break down and where the passengers had been left off. He proceeded to tell the rest of the hosts that I needed assistance.

Before I could unwidden my eyes or close my gaping mouth, the rest of the hosts appeared. Tamaki gave me a chaste kiss and fierce hug. Honey went in for a hug too, but Tamaki made it hard when he still had his arms loosely around my waist. Mori gave me a quick scan before making his signature "hm" in satisfaction. The twins rubbed their cheeks on either side of my own.

But I kept my eye on Kyoya.

Once again he was on his phone, calling his chauffeur to pick us all up. But I could see snuck in smiles as he watched our group's mini reunion.

I smiled.

That day I realized why Kyoya was such a stalker. And I didn't find it creepy at all. I actually found it his cutest trait. Though you'd never know it, Kyoya was insecure.

He didn't have Honey's or Mori's physical skills, nor Tamaki idiocy, or the Hitachian's rashfulness. The only way he could think of to take care of the ones he loved, was to keep track of them. The only skill he had was intelligence and slyness, and he used that to gather information. Who should or shouldn't be trusted, what's who's schedule, what happened to make it different.

Kyoyas black notebook was a sign of his vulnerability.