The Disciplined Type(Ouran High School Host Club)

Prologue

"Young master Kei!  Young master Kei please wait!" shouted a maid, chasing after the young boy as he giggled while easily avoiding her.  Kei ran around a corner and waited as the poor woman ran past his hiding spot still trying to catch him.  He watched her form slowly fade away until he could no longer see her and her voice was faint. 

Finally lost her, he thought.

The poor servant had been tasked with making the young master read his poetry, his most detested subject.  A chore he often found his way out of by similar methods to the one he was using now.  Kei didn't want to study poetry and learn instruments, he wanted devote all of his time to learning the sword.  Unlike his older brother Hiroki, who was 16 and already a master scholar and swordsman, Kei was a "trouble" child as they put it.  He was incredibly stubborn and refused to do anything he deemed unnecessary or boring.  The servants often pulled straws and flipped coins over who would be the poor soul responsible for the youngest Tokugawa.

Kei stood against the wall a few more moments before allowing himself to creep out into the hall way.  Looking around to make sure the coast was clear he began to make his way down the hall towards the dojo located just a few yards away from the main house.  Once there, Kei could continue with his kendo lessons.  Sliding the door back that led to the wrap around outside porch and zen garden Kei crept his way through stealthily.  Just as he was about to step off the porch and until the grass, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of his hakama(Traditional Japanese garb, worn mostly by men.  Similar to what Mori wears in the beginning of the episode "Mori-sempai Has an Apprentice Candidate!")

"Where do you think you're going Kei?" Kei's older brother stood tall, staring down at him with a knowing smile.

Kei smiled his charmingly innocent smile, batting his eyelashes slightly, "I finished my poetry study Onii-san and maid Ren said it was alright for me to continue with my kendo studies." 

Anyone would have believed him, but Hiroki was in a league all of his own when it came to deciphering his little brother's lies.  Hiroki simply smiled while patting his brother on the head. "Is that so?  Then how is it I just saw maid Ren running down the hall shouting your name?  It was almost as if you ran away during your poetry lesson again."  Hiroki gave his brother a stern and disapproving look.  "What's father going to say if he finds out you're still refusing your poetry lessons hm?"

"Ugh, something along the lines of," Kei cleared his throat and preceded to speak with the deepest voice his nine year old self could muster, "A true Tokugawa is master of all!  The Sword, the Arts, Life itself!  How can you expect to be a true Tokugawa and exceed even me if you don't continue with your studies Kei........or something along those lines," he finished back to his regular boyish tone.

Hiroki rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I think you're right, or maybe something more like, If you claim to carry the burden of the Tokugawa clan, then how shall you if you can not recite all the great Haiku's!  Here I will show you how!"  Suddenly Hiroki lunged at Kei, grabbing him in a tight hold as he unloaded onto Kei's sides.  Hiroki continued to tickle Kei ferociously as his shouted and giggled loudly.  Kei's shouts could be heard throughout the whole estate, which attracted the attention of maid Ren.

Maid Ren ran towards the porch to find her young master still in his tickle hold, sighing in relief she bowed before Hiroki.  "I am incredibly sorry Young Master Hiroki, I lost sight of Kei-sama, I hope he has not disturbed your studies."

"No problem at all maid Ren I finished about ten minutes ago, I had just caught the young lord trying to sneak into the dojo, instead of practicing his poetry."