Ten Thousand Books: A Kyoya Ootori Fanfiction

Caution! This has spoilers for the Ouran High School Host Club manga!

Aurora Antonelli was not born in Japan, but her father was a talented businessman from America who felt that the pay raise by working with the Ootori family company would be best for his daughter’s future aspirations. They were considered business royalty in America and parts of Europe already, and the family name was known throughout the world. Having no mother because she had committed suicide when Aurora was ten years old, the small family of two was easily moved to Japan. Aurora, or Rory as she liked to be called, was a model student who spoke seven languages fluently, Japanese being one of them. Her father believed she would make an excellent businesswoman due to her exemplary grades in mathematics, sciences, and well… all subjects really. However, Aurora had always dreamed of becoming a writer and author. She had wanted to write poetry, novels, journals, even screenplays and advertising if she had to, just as long as she was writing. One of her teachers compared the creativity of her mind to an atom bomb- it just couldn’t be contained.

When Rory had moved to Japan and started at Ouran Academy, she did not want people to make a fuss about different she looked. So she decided to wear her naturally curly light brown hair in a messy bun with a knit beanie over it and wore her glasses to shield her blue eyes from others’ view. She did not have to wear the glasses most of the time- they were only supposed to be used for distance when she was put in the back of a class because of her abnormal 5’9” height, but they were such a light prescription that it wouldn’t hurt her to wear them throughout the school day. She also chose not to wear the girls’ uniform because, though it would flatter her womanly, curvy figure, yellow was a terrible color for her. So she was stuck wearing the boys’ uniform, which simply made her seem a bit like a curvy boy. As a second-year, a few girls went gaga over her because her height convinced them that she had to be a boy so they all believed she was a very feminine male. She hadn’t bothered to correct them because she did not wish to draw more attention to herself and then have to deal with rumors and drama. She had been told of the Host Club long before she had bothered to speak to any of them. Of course Kyoya Ootori and Tamaki were in some of her classes due to her position as an “A Class” student, but she had never spoken to them until one day at the beginning of March…

“Rory, will you sit in the cafeteria with me today?” “No! I want him to sit with me today! He likes me more than you, anyway!” the two girls who sat next to her in her English class argued. She shook her head at the two and told them her solution.

“Listen, today I planned on going somewhere quiet to read. I bought this amazing new book that I’m having a hard time putting down, and the cafeteria is simply too loud for me to enjoy it. Besides, you two are friends and there is no point in arguing over me,” she sighed, still deep in thought about her book. She loved reading as much as she loved writing, so when she got a new book she was very persistent in reading it non-stop.

“Oh, I just think it is so great that someone like you would be so passionate about English literature! Not a lot of guys are, you know?” the one to her left said.

“Well, we are in Japan so… I wouldn’t really expect it to be overly popular here. I was born in America, so it isn’t that rare where I come from. But I thank you for the compliment!” she smiled. It was always nice being complimented, whether it was true or not.

“I guess that is true. You know where a good place to read is? The gardens! Not many people aside from couples and the Host Club go there, so it should be relatively quiet,” the girl to her right mentioned. She was much more helpful than her friend. That little fact would earn her a seat at the cafeteria the next day.

When Rory went to the gardens, she managed to find an empty gazebo to sit inside and read her book. It had begun to rain, soaking her beanie and jacket thoroughly. She decided to take it off and her hairband came with it, spilling out her long curls down to her hips. She did not mind it because nobody was there to see her, and she took her glasses off to begin reading. She even unbuttoned her blazer to reveal the short-sleeved shirt beneath it. She had been reading for quite a while when she heard the voice of the ever-famous Shadow King, also the son of her father’s business partner, Kyoya Ootori.