A student named Aphrodite enters Ouran and she is half Greek and half Japanese/Korean. All hell breaks loose when she accidentally stumbles upon the club, searching for her senior and was dragged by the Hiitachin twins to pick a rose.
And just like...
Ootori Kyouya has never taken much interest in girls or romance for that matter. Money is the anthem of success, according to him and Lana Del Rey. To put it simply other than Haruhi, a special student whom he respects aka his best friend's love interest, the other ladies seemed rather bland and tasteless. Hani would notice that Kyouya treats Haruhi above all the girl colleagues he met but he wouldn't acknowledge those feelings.
The Ootori boy's cool persona is immaculate. He could easily impress girls with his intelligence, being a person with a charming nature. His smile alone looks ever so soft, even if it's a corporate smile. That smile enabled him to escape a lot of unfavorable situations. Alas, Kyouya could swiftly excuse himself from getting romantically involved too if ever someone inquired about his love life.
The girls would watch him from afar to admire his charisma. Only the brave ones would come up to him and confess their love, which would end in vain. He would politely decline, admit that he is not interested and leave without saying a word.
Kyouya is the heartbreaker.
Naturally, some of the boys do look at him as a role model and they would definitely confess to liking him, given certain circumstances. So they would invite him to gatherings, outings, anything that would be in their benefit and his. Mutual benefits, leeching off each other's family reputation is considered as a norm to him. Alas the Ootori boy has never considered his colleagues as friends.
Kyouya refused the idea of genuine friendships. There is no time for that, especially for someone like him. He was all alone in this world, boredom filled his mind ceaselessly despite the mountain of literature he read or pictures he had painted in his spare time. Emptiness filled his heart that was caged in a dungeon built by his own father. Until he met Tamaki.
As much as Tamaki gets Kyouya riled up for the most absurd and selfish reasons, destroying his tact altogether- he would swore that he loved that particular blonde, and metaphorically Kyouya would give up his life if it's to make a dying Suoh Tamaki be able to smile again.
Kyouya always had a thing for people who managed to see past his facade. He knew that.
Haruhi would sometimes ask if he likes any of their guests, especially his regulars. Kyouya would flatly answer no. His host persona is strictly business, getting his regulars to fall hook line and sinker to cash in more money is a given. The Ootori son always gets what he wants.
"I don't feel like I have to like girls." Kyouya admitted to his confidante, Kaoru.
"That's not news to all of us I suppose. Your main motivation is either money or Tamaki senpai. The latter serves more of an annoyance unfortunately." Kaoru smirked. Sometimes he would randomly visit his senpai without Hikaru tagging along. They would have in depth conversations and more behind closed doors.
It was then Kyouya received a news from his homeroom teacher that the elite class will be welcoming a new female student. He took a mental note of that as the teacher explained the details. Half Greek half Japanese & Korean due to the mother. Used to be in an European girls boarding school (St Catherine) before transferring to Ouran as a high school student. Her name is Aphrodite (Greek) Seung Hee (Korean) Ayaka (Japanese) Ash. An only child. Her father is a reputable scientist, her mother is the same except she also does modeling jobs, being half Japanese and half Korean somewhat akin to Mizuhara Kiko.
A hafu and an only child. It reminded him of Tamaki as his full name is a mouthful too.
Kyouya checked her records and turns out the family of scientists had done certain transactions, another business partner with the Ootori medical group. He talked about it with his father during dinner. Yoshio attested to it, only asked his son to just keep an eye out on her. Get along well with the new student would be a given.
It was sometime after when he realized she had her own dance practice videos online, most probably a girls school activity and that a lot of her audience followed her on social medias.
He used to have the impression of students coming from girls school would be prim and proper, morally uptight, fair maidens but after coming across the Lobelia Girls Academy students, things really aren't as marketed outside the school grounds. The girls can be a handful and an annoyance to be reckoned with.
The raven haired boy sighed, seeing a slight glare on his expensive glasses as he took it off, wiping it with a cloth. Kyouya was browsing through tons of paperwork he ought to do for being the class representative and vice president of the host club. Not to mention he has homework and revision for 6 subjects.
"Kyouya, you should take a rest. Come here and I'll give you a hug." Fuyumi softly spoke as she sat in front of him. To her, and her mother, Kyouya will always be the baby boy.
"I'm fine, don't worry." He retorted nicely.
"Don't you have anything better to do, sis."
The sister smiled, she scooted closer to him and moved his head to her lap. She ran her fingers against his black locks and stared into his deep, enchanting grey eyes.
"You haven't ate." Fuyumi noticed.
"Thought I'd get some work done and then I'll eat." Kyouya smiled, albeit weakly.
"Promise me you will, baby boy."
"I told you to stop calling me that."
She chuckled.
"You know I won't. How's your friends? Tamaki? And that girl?"
Kyouya got up and grabbed his glasses.
"They're doing fine. Exams are coming up and then we'll be going to the beach under one of our Ootori resorts."
Somehow while he did his work, Kyouya remembered the things he said to a particular girl just to toy with her emotions, if that's even possible. All the clownery he had imposed on her even though she doesn't like boys, at least not romantically. These days he could feel the control he had is starting to fade away. The cool type, or the egoist lord. The goddess type would just grin, in that eye smile he is secretly infatuated with and proceeded to say,
"I know you don't mean it that way." or "You have a good heart."
He stopped writing for a second.
"If you do clownery, the clown always bites back." He remembered the same girl, the clowness herself confessed to that particular statement.
Kyouya shook his head and rolled his eyes at himself. He realized he and Aphe are in fact clowns, and none of them are going to realize how they truly feel for each other before it's too late. Even so, he wanted to witness her true self. Romance doesn't matter. Kyouya would like to see Aphrodite, or Ayaka her japanese name, unhinged. Also questions about the lab and a lot more revelations to come.
Perhaps it's time to be the heartbreaker once more.
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