[DISCONTINUED] The Fourth Ootori: Osamu Yasuhara (Ghost Hunt/OHSHC Fanfiction)

Caught My Eye

Osamu sat in his classes the next few days wondering what his mother had meant. Every time he asked his mother about it, she simply brushed him off like a spec of dust.

Rude.

Soon enough, that Friday, Osamu's school went on the trip to Ouran Academy. When they arrived, Osamu felt a strange kind of...aura, you could say, around it -- like something had left its mark on it, and that mark was dug deep into the bricks of the building's framework.

Nonetheless, Osamu entered the school with his classmates as a man by the name of Mr. Genkai Takamouji gave the class a tour.

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"And this," Mr. Takamouji said, gesturing to Music Room #3, "is Music Room #3, where the school's dear Host Club resides in their own little property."

Host Club? Osamu thought, some of his female classmates awestruck, what the hell is a host club?

"Sir," one of Osamu's female classmates asked, some of her friends giggling, "may we go inside?"

"But of course," Mr. Takamouji said with a white toothed smile, "in fact, I believe the Club had made something special for our visitors."

With that, Mr. Takamouji opened the door, deep red flower pedals bursting. Where the breeze had come from was a mystery, but inside were seven people seated around a plush red couch, one of them -- the tall blonde one -- standing, his arms reached out towards the students ahead of him.

"Dearest guests!" he cried cheerfully, gliding towards the group. He met eyes on a girl -- Hana Yakushi, a girl Osamu had crushed on before. Of course, the blonde flirted with her. Somebody had caught Osamu's attention.

It was a boy, he had to be the same age as Osamu, and looked almost exactly like he did. In some cases, this wasn't abnormal. A lot of people looked alike, even if they didn't know each other. But this boy looked oddly like a brother to Osamu.

As his other classmates spread out to look about the room, Osamu went to the boy who had caught his attention. The boy simply smiled, saying in a cool, drawled out voice, "Hello. Who might you be?"

Osamu held his hand out for a handshake, which the boy had gladly accepted, "I am Osamu Yasuhara. Who are you?"

"I am Kyoya Ootori." the boy replied, giving Osamu a firm handshake.

Ootori? Where have I heard that before? Osamu thought, searching in his brain for the name. Finally, he found it; the memory was from when he was a child, only about four years old, in the middle of the night.

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A young boy at the age of four years old looked above the staircase, watching his mother on the phone.

"Yoshiro Ootori, I said you can't come over anymore," she said softly, careful not to wake her husband or -- as she believed -- son, "I will tell them in due time."

"Mommy?" Osamu said softly, walking downstairs to her. Sonya hung up quickly. "Osamu -- you're awake?"

The four year old nodded, looking at his mother, "I had a bad dream..."

Sonya frowned and picked him up. "C'mon, Mommy will scare the big Bad Dream monsters away." she poked her son's nose, then head off to his room, the weight still being carried on her shoulders.