The Shadow King's Other Side

Annoying Kyoya, A new manager from France, But that's not the worst

A fresh chapter just for you peeps. You guys have no idea how long I've been waiting to write this one. I'm also gonna be using Kyoya's stunt double's pictures because why not. By that I'm talking about Miyabi Ichijo who's the guys from Renge's video game (Uki Doki Memorial) who looks like Kyoya.

Also, there's an important A/N at the end of the chapter so please read it.

Previously on The Shadow King's Other Side:

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Kyoya had always been direct with his feelings - he either liked someone or he didn't. If he didn't like someone, the person would know - that was the straightforward attitude he had. But little did I know that this day was the start to Kyoya's mind games, because for the first time, Kyoya had mixed feelings about someone.

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First Person Point Of View:-

As you'd expect, everything went back to normal the next day - well as normal as it can be when your 'tutor' has seen you half naked.

The Host Club's theme was tropical, with palm trees dotted around and all that. I mean, I wasn't complaining, our outfits were big, silky kimonos so I was on cloud nine in terms of comfort. Kyoya also excluded me from hosting to observe it in a new environment and how the hosts change their attitude depending on the theme.

"Oh, Tamaki. My dearest Tamaki, why are you so beautiful?" A guest could be heard saying.

"I'm hoping to catch your eye even if for just one second," He replied in his princely voice.

"Then why is your voice so very sweet and mellow?" Another cut in.

"To set your nerves at ease, so that my true feelings might reach your heart," Tamaki said.

"Why are your eyes filled with tears every time you look at me?" A guest's eyes shone as she spoke.

"Because the side of your beautiful smile causes the fountain inside of me to start overflowing," his eyes teared up.

"Oh, Tamaki!" The guests fangirled over him.

"Kyoya, not that I'm ungrateful that you got me out of hosting but don't you think this is a waste of both our times?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. Yes, for once we didn't have to stand up; we were sitting on a small table for two at the side where we could see everyone if we angled ourselves to do so.

"Maybe it wouldn't be a waste if you actually focused on what you're supposed to do: observe, but instead you're rambling," he answered, agitated. Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"What... This is the first time I've spoken since we sat down, calm thyself..."

"Oh and you think you're so funny saying things like that. Well guess what, that's another thing we have to fix because guests are here to be charmed, not to laugh," he snapped back.

"Sheesh, sorry for trying to lighten the mood." I said, raising my hand as if to show I'm harmless. "What's gotten into you today, anyway?"

"Nothing, it just hit me the weight of the situation. Oh, sorry, let me simplify that so that your simple brain can understand. You're too slow and stupid and learning hosting techniques and you're wasting my precious time and the Host Club's money!"

Kyoya's words hit hard. "Gosh, you didn't have to be so rude about it; I'm trying my hardest, you know. And I never wanted to do this anyway, you think if I had the money I wouldn't have paid it and left?" I spoke in a small voice, which must have shocked Kyoya because he stayed quiet too.