Ouran High School Host Club Graduates: Kyouya Ootori

This is another fan fiction I have written for another member of Ouran Host Club. Kyouya Ootori was teasingly referred to as the Evil Shadow King of the club, as his information network is extensive, and his manipulation and power can easily solve any problems that a host member may encounter. I actually preferred Kyouya Ootori over Tamaki Suoh for Haruhi Fujioka. Too bad, things didn’t work out in my favor, so I created a different ending for Kyouya.

He loosened his tie a bit before settling deeply on his leather chair. He had just finished his meeting with Tamaki Suoh, his bestfriend and former schoolmate at Ouran Academy. Tamaki has grand ambitions to make vaccines more affordable for third world countries. By setting up a foundation, he wants cheap medical facilities set up in different parts of the world and at the same time, by offering to set up medical support for third world countries, he is planting his seed for more future investments in hotel and banking industry.

Another long day filled with endless meetings

The past few years had been most productive for both the Suoh and Ootori empire. They each have contributed greatly in tripling the earnings of their businesses. He had been given the lion’s share of overseeing his father’s multinational corporation, given his excellent grades from his MBA, while his two brothers headed the medical research facility. Things are looking good for both of them, and he must admit, Tamaki is practically glowing with energy. He would be expecting his second child in a few months time, and he wanted to tie up most of his commitments so that he could take a couple of month’s of vacation to attend to the newborn.

He was happy to see his friend finally fulfilling all he had wanted to achieve. It was hard to believe that a few years ago, he was same the idiotic Host Club president who went to all sorts of trouble, and he was left to deal with most of the mess he created. He had matured a lot since marrying Haruhi.

And Haruhi, well, he saw her when she came to fetch Tamaki from the conference room. She was looking unusually more beautiful than ever, the white and pink dress suiting her glowing skin perfectly. She had kissed him on the cheek and asked how his father was doing.

” The old geezer is vacationing in Naples as we speak” He chuckled, “and he could not stop bugging me to meet all the women he had compiled as my potential bride.”

” My, Kyouya, are you still letting your father decide your life? Find a woman who will accept your other personality. You are, after all, the Evil Shadow King of the Host club.” she laughed, “Please convey my greetings to him. ” Haruhi smiled. ” And thank you for taking care of my idiotic husband.”

” He is less idiotic these past few years, thank goodness for that!” he remarked. ” He is looking forward to seeing your second child.”

Haruhi Fujioka, the only girl who had intrigued him throughout his highschool life.

Haruhi blushed prettily, and he felt his heart tugged a bit. When Hani-sempai asked him before whether he has feelings for Haruhi, he lied that he values the Host Club more than this raccoon girl who turned into a pretty and blushing bride. The truth of the matter is, he was intrigued with Haruhi, ever since she had accidentally walked into their Club headquarters. He was the first one to notice that she was a female hiding underneath those atrocious clothes she was wearing back then. He was startled with her huge brown eyes underneath the nerdy glasses, but he was afraid to pursue her. She had this uncanny ability of correctly guessing a person’s personality through her powers of observation and sharp mind. He would not mind pursuing her himself, even if his father objected. Give her some time, and she could be a formidable business partner.. And wife. He knew if there is anyone who can understand the intricacies of handling a multinational corporation, it would be Haruhi. She is clever as him, and she would never bore him. Except..

Except it was too late to pursue her. By the time he had realized that he wanted her, she had already started developing feelings for Tamaki, and his idiotic bestfriend took quite some time to realize that he was falling for her too.

He wanted to hit himself in the head. But he has a reputation to maintain. As the former Evil Shadow King of the Host club, he’s not supposed to make any mistakes on his decisions. He laughed to himself. The Evil Shadow King had let his potential bride get away.

” Obocchama” his bodyguard Minase had his suitcase and coat ready. Minase is his faithful head of security. His father insisted on upping his security ever since he had assumed the head position of the Ootori empire.

He stood up and followed his security team, his mind already preoccupied with the next meeting. His footsteps echoed across the first storey lobby. Maybe he should drop by Tamaki’s place and make plans for their next reunion. He never want to admit but he was looking forward to seeing his other close friends. He had talked to Kaoru last night, who broke the news that he would be bringing a guest during the reunion. As for Hikaru, he could not stop gushing about his fiancée.

God! These stupid twins! Took them so long to finally let go of Haruhi.

“Hey! Watch out!” a voice broke his reverie. He was almost to the waiting car, when he collided with a scruffy animal carrying books.

And the next thing he knew, he was lying flat on his back and his bodyguards were all scrambling over to help him.

” Are you alright, Obocchama! Can you get up?”

” I will call an ambulance”

“I’m alright. I’m alright.” he put up his hands. ” I just got the wind knocked out of me” What the hell? Who is that imbecile colliding with him?! ” Can you check the other person please? He might need some assistance”

He dusted off his impeccable coat, straightened his tie and smoothed his hair. His glasses were still askew as he looked up and saw that his bodyguards were already holding the scruffy young man like a criminal.

” Hey, hey! Don’t hold him too hard. ” He adjusted his glasses and saw the tall young man holding the large stack of books. He was wearing glasses, his unusually long brown hair disheveled and pulled back in an untidy ponytail. Do universities nowadays allow its students to wear it anyway they like it?

a scruffy-looking college kid had the gall to bump into him..

” Are you alright? Please accept my apologies, I was not paying attention to where I was going” He bowed low at him. Sigh. And now he’s late for the appointment.

“I-I am sorry.” A squeaky voice replied. ” I-its my fault.”

Kyouya looked up. The young man was definitely mortified at bumping into him. If he were back in highschool he would have been treated with a curt apology and a cold shoulder. But since he need to keep up with the good reputation of being a gentleman, or so Haruhi had teasingly told him, he must keep up with the supposed pretences and be gracious at all times. Tamaki would probably weep when he finds out he’s rude to anyone. How troublesome.

Be courteous and gracious at all times was Tamaki's mantra even if you can get no merits from that person. And it rubbed off to me completely. That idiot!

” I hope I did not cause you any injury?” The guy said. He started fumbling about on his pockets and took out a handkerchief. He bent down and wiped off the dust on his shiny black leather shoes.

” Hey! There’s no need for you to do that!” He stepped back, feeling his face reddening. What the hell is this guy thinking?!

He shrugged and stood up straight. He was really tall, but not as tall as he. His head barely reached his shoulder. He looked skinny. And his skin is smooth. Hmmm..

His deep green eyes stared back to him. And he was instantly reminded of the wet green of leaves. Unusual mesmerizing eyes for a guy..

He nodded his goodbye to the man and went inside the waiting car, where his personal secretary handed him a sheaf of papers to study before his next meeting.

It wasn’t until the car had already pulled out of the building’s elegant driveway, when he dropped the sheaf of papers and looked up, lost in thought. He ignored his bodyguard and secretary, scrambling to pick up the papers on the car’s floor.

He turned and peered hard through the heavily tinted rear window of the car and searched with his eyes all over the building’s steel and glass entrance. But the person he was looking for is already gone.

It had just hit him that the person he had encountered was a girl.


He was annoyed with himself. He got distracted with the thoughts of that girl he bumped into he almost forgot that he was supposed to concentrate on the meeting ahead. It’s a good thing that the meeting was short and brief. It only lasted for an hour.

Now he’s back at home having dinner alone. And he hated to eat dinner alone. He could not even taste the chicken consommé that his French chef Jacques had prepared for him. He was half-tempted to call Tamaki’s house and have dinner with them, when he stopped. Why did I not think of it before?!

Snapping his fingers, Minase immediately appeared beside him. ” Sir?”

The reason he could not concentrate was because of that squirrel girl he had bumped into. He was annoyed that his instincts failed him for the first time in his life, because it took him some 15 minutes to realize something was amiss with that girl. Fifteen measly minutes!

That annoying girl managed to make a fool out of him!

” Find her” He said. And he doesn’t need to explain who “her” is. Minase understood his commands immediately. It was one of the reasons why he placed him as the head of his security team. He knows how to get things done discreetly.

He wants to convince himself that as soon as the mystery behind that girl’s eyes is uncovered, the better he would sleep at night.


There was a whole flock of tourists and students visiting the building the next morning. The whole first floor was jampacked with tourists who are visiting the food expo to be held on the third and fourth storey of their building. While culinary students took the opportunity of the school holidays to visit the expo too.

He was starting to get dizzy with all the people mingling about. Not to mention his personal bodyguards are also overwhelmed with the amount of people spilling inside the lounge area as he make his way towards the elevator lobby.

A lot of visitors came in for the Expo today.. Where's my security team?

“Ouch!” somebody stepped on his foot hard. A large overweight white man in a Hawaiian shirt muttered a brief apology and went on his way, jostling people as he tried to keep up with his group, when he saw a flash of disheveled hair in the middle of the crowd. His heart almost stopped beating when he realized it was the same girl who bumped into him yesterday.

Without even thinking, he shot forward and started pushing people aside and try to reach her. She was on her way out of the building, amazed at her ability to dodge oncoming crowds coming in for the expo. He could hear his bodyguards calling for him, ” Obocchama!” as he managed to land on the pavement outside and began running towards the girl who is now crossing the street.

But he won’t lose this time. He could still catch her. “hey wait! You the girl with the glasses!” He picked up his speed and began to sprint just in time before the light turned red. He felt ridiculous running around like a mad man in his dark Armani suit, sweat pouring out of his skin, with the unbearable heat of the summer.

He was almost there. “Hey! You squirrel girl!”

She stopped and turned to look at whoever was yelling behind her, when out of the blue, a man wearing work clothes burst out of a side street carrying a wooden ladder. It was too late for him to stop and Kyouya Ootori felt hard wood hitting his forehead. And the next thing he knew, darkness was all around him.


God he felt terrible. Blast this splitting headache! Where was he by the way? And is he late for his next meeting? What is that smell?

He opened his slowly and saw a battered ceiling above. Am I still dreaming? He tried to sit up and noticed that the smell was actually oil-based paints and acrylics. The room he was in is tiny. It was filled with canvases bursting with colors: portraits of old men and women, playing children, sunsets, landscapes, etc. He was impressed with the detail of a particularly beautiful tiger lily, when he heard a clatter near the door and saw that the girl he was chasing was holding a tray filled with mugs of hot tea.

He glanced down and saw that his normally impeccable tie and white shirt were loosened and that he was lying on an old worn out futon that smelled of strawberry shampoo.

” Oh! You’re awake” the girl said. She moved closer and he saw that she was wearing some hideous-looking green shirt and jeans and what a used to be white-colored smock smeared with paints and charcoal. She was still wearing that atrocious glasses the first time he saw her, and her hair as disheveled as ever. She began serving tea, and he noted how delicate-looking her hands were. How could he had ever mistaken that she was a guy? He’s no Tamaki Suoh. Back during the host club days, he was the first one who noticed that Haruhi was a girl.

” You will have a massive bump on your forehead” she continued, not minding that he was at loss for words. ” I tried to bring the swelling down with a cold compress, but I suggest you visit your doctor as soon as you are able to walk”

His hand went straight to his forehead and felt the large bump. ” Why am I here?”

” My flat is nearest than the hospital.. Besides.. You’re very heavy to support you know..” She smiled brightly as she handed him a mug. ” Here, it’s a special concoction of mine. Apple green tea”

Is this a trap? Am I being poisoned by my enemies? He gave her a long look before taking the mug from her. He took a quick sip. The hot liquid soothed his parched mouth. The sweetness of the apple lingering on his tongue.

” You’re a painter?” what a lousy question.

She nodded. ” Uh-huh. I paint, I do some sculpting, I bake cakes, I do gardening. But painting is my true passion.”

“What were you doing in the Ootori Financial Center?” He took a gulp of the tea.

She stood up and began re-stacking some canvases on one side of the wall so she could have extra space to sit on. ” Well, I was trying to book a small space on one of the exhibition halls for my paintings. But I could not afford the renting price.” Her green eyes met his. ” the money I came up with is still not enough and the date I was trying to get was reserved for a VIP”

“Oh, I see” He felt a tug on his heart. An unfamiliar feeling that he last felt when he saw a certain raccoon girl jump on a car with his best friend to meet his departing mother. A daring escape he, Kyouya, had personally orchestrated and planned as thanks to the only person who had been there for him, when he was being suffocated by the restrictions set by his father.

” I could do something about it” he offered, ” after all the trouble you went through with hauling me here in your home. After all I own the place” He smiled ironically. Maybe the whole thing was orchestrated. Here was an ambitious painter, wanting to showcase her supposed talents, but having no money to further her path to being famous, she timed everything so she could meet him “accidentally”.

Another disappointment. She was only after something from me.

He was disappointed. Another girl who only has her greedy sights set on his assets. There really was no mystery about her. How could he have gotten so carried away by her eyes and her mysteriousness?

” Actually, Mr. Ootori, I know who you are. But I think I can get fine on my on, thanks” She smiled.

Ahh.. The same old tactic of pretending she’s not really interested so he could insist on pressing his help to her. Guess he must not disappoint the girl with her cheap expectation.

” But I must insist, please let me repay your kindness this way” he pushed up his glass and placed the empty mug on the tatami mat. The apple that tasted sweet now feels bitter on the throat.

” Oh no, please. I could not accept such thing. No need to be strung up over a small insignificant girl like me ” she paused. ” I called your bodyguard on your cellphone. I hope you don’t mind. I’m sure they were worried.”

He could hear some pounding and thudding sounds outside the hallway. Then a group of men burst into the room, holding guns and shouting ” Obocchama, are you okay?!”


His security team had already hauled him out of the old condominium building and kept on insisting he should be taken to the hospital, but he refused, instead calling on their old family doctor, who checked him and pronounced him none for the worse. His secretary cancelled all his appointments for the following days and followed the doctors orders for complete bed rest and a few days of vacation.

Indeed, the fuss became ever more irritating when Tamaki called and check up on him. He is still cringing at the last call he made, making unnecessary arrangements for him to join their family vacation in Paris, where Haruhi would be spending her last few months before she was due for the delivery of the second child.

He was already settled on his study room, wearing casual clothing, reading some papers and typing some notes on his laptop, when he finally acknowledge the day’s events. In the end he never learned the girl’s name. Nor was he interested to learn now. He does not want to repeat that episode again. Loosing his head over another insignificant girl. It was enough that he had made the mistake once. He regretted the consequences of not pursuing Haruhi before. But it was too late now. He does not want to get hurt again. Maybe he should see his father and talk about a prospective, respectable, potential bride for him. At least whoever this bride is, she would understand the demands of being the head of Ootori empire and fulfilling her role as a model hostess. And she won’t get on his nerves when he is moody.

He slammed his fist down on the table. But dammit! It was the first time in a few years since he felt that tugging inside his chest. He thought he would forever be a robot after burying his feelings for Haruhi. Now, this girl comes barging in and bringing havoc in his otherwise orderly lifestyle, seeing through him even though they had only meet once.

Glancing down at the table, he noticed a manila folder sticking out from the pile of papers. It had Minase’s note sticking out on one side. He pulled out the folder and began reading the contents.

Zara Allegra Shibusawa Torres. The granddaughter of an electronics giant CEO, and the daughter of the disgraced Sakura Shibusawa, the shy belle of the 80s high society. After meeting a painter in Barcelona, she got pregnant with the Lady Zara resulting in her banishment from Japan. Two years after the girl was born, her father died from medical complications. Sakura took care of her daughter until she died when Zara was 15, but not before Zara had obtained legal emancipation to avoid becoming a state ward. She put herself up through college. It has been stated that her grandfather tried to contact her once, but she had refused his offer of help on the grounds of his having control of who she will marry.

He had once saved the wife of this zaibatsu in Karuizawa, when Tamaki left him at the commoner’s expo and Haruhi found him without his wallet or cellphone.

There was a small yearbook photo of Zara stapled on the collection of papers Minase had managed to gather: bank accounts, copies of passport, academic records, birth certificate, etc. She was wearing a blue and white uniform, big green eyes speaking up volumes of hardship and triumph. It was taken just a few weeks after her mother died.

Zara, with her green sad eyes.

What the hell? She can afford to rent the whole exhibition hall for 10 years if she wants to!

He wanted to crumple the paper he was holding. He had never been outwitted by another person before! Let alone this squirrel girl!


The red velvet invitation was handed delivered to him by a special courier. It was a formal invitation to a special opening of the exhibition of works by a Ms. Zara Torres. The event would be a simple black tie affair.

He had tossed the invitation across his office room. Feeling childish, he stomped around, slamming his things around, being irritated over small things. He wanted to confront her for hiding her secret from him. But he was embarrassed by the fact that she saw through his actions. That he was still masking his true emotions in front of all these people. That he could not let down his guard and be vulnerable.

Five weeks passed by and he immersed himself totally with his business commitments. He had asked his secretary to leave the night of the exhibition open for him. But he was still undecided on whether to go or not to go. He had already instructed his bodyguard to deliver a special floral arrangement to the gallery and convey his apologies for not coming. But he could not keep still. Telling himself that he would just go incognito and see her, he rushed home to change his clothes.

A small gathering of people were already inside the gallery. Pretending to be a curious tourist, he slipped past the guard and entered the premises. The whole floor was tastefully decorated with simple floral arrangements, mirrors and sculptures. A small area was cordoned off for people specifically invited to stay for refreshments.

A series of paintings met his roving eyes. Different sizes of canvases were hung up, depicting the seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. A flaming fire tree in the middle of a park, the falling of sakura blossoms, Bamboo galleries, a tea set with red apples and green tea..

And he was standing in the middle of the gallery surrounded by the four seasons.

And in the center, a particularly poignant portrait of a young man looking out of the window, his glasses perched on a table beside him as he watches the sun set.

And the young man looks achingly familiar. His younger self.

” I will assume that you have already recovered from the “stomach ache” ” a voice behind him said.

He turned, expecting to see the same frumpy girl he keeps on encountering on his dreams, when he saw Zara dressed in a simple rosy frock, without the dirty smock and glasses. He caught his breath as she moved closer, his nostrils filled with the scent of summer flowers. He offered his hand to help her up on the small platform, and he felt a tingle of electric shock that ran from his fingertips to his arm.

No longer the frumpy girl he had meet twice before, she looks simply elegant..

He could feel his heart thundering, when she finally stood close to him, staring at the special portrait of him, gazing dreamily. He wondered if she could hear his heart hammering traitorously.

” Is that really me?” he said not believing his eyes at her transformation.

” I saw you once in Karuizawa, ten years ago. I was twelve. My mother secretly met my grandmother. And to avoid detection from my grandfather’s security team, they agreed to meet during the so-called commoner’s expo. Grandmother had to sneak out to meet us. But before she met us, she got sidetracked with a fake pottery exhibit, where you found her and save her from an embarrassing situation. ” she gave a laugh remembering the event. She could still remember Kyouya smiling as her grandmother thanked him. It was the one and only time she saw his genuine smile. Because the next time she saw him in newspapers and on business news, he was wearing his mask again.

” My grandfather is a formidable man. Forceful and impatient. But he was disappointed with my mother’s decision and refused to see me or my father. My grandmother was concern and wanted to take us back with her to see my grandfather. ” she was still gazing at his picture, lost in thought. ” I was sad and confused at that time and I do not wished to see him. During the ride with my grandmother, she told me a bit about you, about how you had the potential to inherit your father’s businesses, but you are required not to overshadow your older brothers. And I thought, here was a young man who had smiled geniunely at my grandmother, confident that he could someday break out of the frame his family name had placed around him.”

” I never intended to intrude in your life when I bumped into you that fateful day. I was content to stay in the background. But you look so sad and forlorn that day and I was determined to take the chance that you might come to my gallery and see the portrait I have done about you. Maybe it would help you to remind that there are things in life that are worth fighting for. Like what you did when you finally assumed the leadership of the Ootori empire. You fought to prove that your are worth something”

” I was being childish these past few weeks, you completely saw through the mask I was wearing all the time” he finally said, not looking at her. The portrait reminded him of the good times back then. That time when he had to admit to himself that he was falling for Haruhi. ” it was the first time I felt like I was outwitted by a girl. A girl who saw through me. Very few people can understand me.”

Haruhi was the second person and the only girl who understood his complex personality. Is the girl in front of me now, my future?

” Like that girl you were with in Karuizawa? ” she gave a soft laugh. ” Haruhi Fujioka who married your best friend Tamaki Suoh”. She turned to him. ” my grandfather contacted me last year offering to make me a candidate to inherit his empire. But I turned down his offer. That’s why I’m still living like a poor hermit. I know you didn’t like my dump which I call home”

A girl who takes after Haruhi Fujioka. That raccoon girl who haunted his dreams a long time ago, now replaced by this squirrel of a girl who can understand all his good sides and bad sides. A girl who dared to dream and make her own destiny without the aid of her grandfather’s legacy. A valuable girl who will enrich some man’s life and teach him about living.

Here is another chance being given to him, to be that man. Will he still conform with what was expected of him as an Ootori? Marry a woman of his family’s choosing or marry a woman of his own choosing?

“How about we have dinner? I could discuss different ways on how you can penetrate the art world with your excellent works and make a name for yourself?” They both turned away from the portrait and slowly made their way through the gallery.

Aaahh.. finally.. The woman I have been waiting for..

” And how much is your fee?” she teased him. ” will I be another host club client?”

She undoubtedly did her research alright. He gave a low, rich laugh. ” how about if we start by devoting the remaining of your free time exclusively to me?”

She smiled brilliantly, eyes shining. ” I think your fee is too much. Give me some time to think about it”

He held her hand tightly, never wanting to let go. By God! How the former host club members will adore her when he introduce her next month.

Ouran High School Host Club is a shoujo manga by Bisco Hatori. Thank you for reading my fan fiction. Please support the mangaka by buying the original volumes. ^^


~ by confessionsofbricknmortar on May 17, 2011.

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