Additional One-Shots

The Blue Music Note [SKP - Kyaira]

Situation: Zaira’s birthday when she and Kyoya are younger. Kyoya shows her a night view of the city and gives her a necklace as a present.

Zaira

It’s kinda a funny thing. When you’ve got famous parents you don’t always know exactly who everyone is at your party, even if it’s a birthday party. Especially when you’re an eleven year-old who knows practically no one besides your best-friend and his parents.

Sure, I knew a few people. Kids of wealthy families that wanted to get close to mine. I even knew a girl that I got along with alright, Caroline, but her family was out of town dealing with something to do with their most recent movie. Carri had promised that she’d give me a present when I got back, but that didn’t really help anything. Basically, since Kyoya had called and said he couldn’t make it, I was left alone at my own party.

Swinging my feet back and forth, I watched the crowd from my perch on a stool that was just a bit too high for me to touch the ground. After greeting me and congradulating me, most of the crowd had split off to chat. The ones who weren't talking were gathered at the concessions table near-by, picking through the punch and the finger-foods. Sighing, I propped my arms up on my knees and sat my chin on my fists.

It was my party, how come I was the one that wasn’t having fun?

A pout began to form on my face when I spotted someone in the crowd that made my head snap up and my feet go still. Mr. Ootori’s eyes met mine through the crowd and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he tilted his head in a different direction then returned to his conversation. My heart leaping in my chest, I imedatiely searched the direction that he’d indicated and located just the person to fix my boredome.

I jumped down from my stool and ran my fingers over my dress to straighten it. The shiny green material easily flattened out and I darted through the crowd, almost tripping a few times due to my heels. A few amused expressions were shot in my direction, but I ignored them as I began waving my hand back and forth and calling out his name.

“Kyoya~ Kyoya~!”

As if he were trying to ignore me, Kyoya slipped out a set of glass doors that I hadn’t even realized were there. Annoyed, I pushed my frizzy red curls out from in front of my eyes and continued to pick my way through the crowd, although at a slower pace than before. Once I’d finally reached the door my annoyance had reached a boiling point. Tugging it open, I located Kyoya imediately. He was standing near the edge of the balcony, his fingers resting ontop of a box balenced on the railing.

“Kyoya!” I called out, all irritation disappearing the moment I spotted him. He started to turn just as I flung my arms around him with a grin. “You made it!”

Startled, Kyoya squirmed out of my arms and adjusted his glasses. I giggled as I realized his cheeks had turned slightly red.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “That doesn’t mean you should attack me.”

Placing my arms on my hips I grinned.

“Nu-uh, means I can attack you all I want! You said you weren’t coming, and you haven’t been in France for… for…” I trailed off, pursing my lips as I tried to remember the last time I’d seen him. “For…”

“Six months,” Kyoya provided.

“Right,” I agreed. “That means I get to attack!”

A frown appered on his face, but he didn’t bother to argue. I dropped my arms, still grinning as I turned my eyes to the dark sky. Something about the fact he hadn’t argued made me feel like I’d won for once.

“It’s pretty,” I told him. “That why you’re out here?”

“No,” Kyoya replied instantly.

I lowered my eyes to him and shivered, finally beginning to pick up on the temperature. At this time of year it really wasn’t that warm at night. Kyoya’s cheeks were red again and he’d turned away slightly, pulling that box back into his hands.

“Come’re,” he ordered.

Tucking my arms around myself in an effort to warm up, I moved over next to Kyoya. He turned as I approached and a gasp escaped my lips the moment I looked out to where he had been when I arrived. Vichy at night was something I’d seen a dozen times, but the sight still stole my breath. The lights were almost like stars.

“You like the city at night, right?” Kyoya asked, glancing at me.

I nodded, pulling myself on my tippy-toes to get a better look.

“A lot,” I replied happily. “It’s even prettier than the opera house Mama and Papa take me to.”

I shivered again and tightened my arms, that pout starting to work its way past my smile. Kyoya was here and it was really pretty, why did it have to be so cold? My eyes left the city for a moment to look at him and discover he was studying the box in his hands.

“Kyoya?”

His eyes darted back up to me and that color appeared a second later.

“I… well… here,” he muttered, handing over the box.

“It’s mine?” I asked, receiving a nod in response.

Quickly taking it I tore off the ribbon tieing it shut and pulled the lid off. Laying inside the box was a small necklace with silver chain. Hanging off the end was a simple, sparkling blue music note. It was even prettier than the city. My eyes darted back up to him and I grinned.

“It’s really mine?”

His face was hesitant as he nodded and reached forward to take the box from me.

“It is. You want me to put it on?”

Giggling, I gave a few quick nods and faced forward as he stepped behind me. I reached back to hold my hair out of the way as he set the box to the side and began to slid the chain around my neck. I shivered again as the metal touched my skin and he fiddled with the clip before dropping his hands. I let my hair down and picked up the music note, my grin growing even bigger.

“It’s so pretty…”

“Oneesan helped me pick it out…” Kyoya replied and I turned back around to face him.

At the same time I dropped my hands from the necklace to rub them together. How was he not cold by now? Finally seeming to notice my shivering, Kyoya frowned for a second before stepping forward and gesuring for me to turn around. Once I was facing the city once again, I felt him pull me closer and I glanced at him with a bit of confusion.

“You’re cold but I’m not,” he replied with a shrug. “So if you’re close you shouldn’t be cold either.”

Smiling faintly, I nodded and laid my head against where his arm met his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming, Kyoya…”

“You’re welcome, Zaira-chan.”