The Ootori Foundation currently has holding in twenty-three separate countries. It has connections to the governments of fourteen of these. Kyouya's own ambition ensures that he maintains six of them personally. It's a little more difficult as high school slips by and college begins to loom on the horizon, but he manages.
Today, for example, he has brought a guest to class with him. It's not usually done, but this is the Ouran Academy, and there will always be exceptions. His guest looks young enough, with his tousled hair and wide eyes, and no one questions too closely when he speaks in charmingly-accented Japanese to say please and thank you. Tamaki loves him, declares him an honorary Host Club member, and before Kyouya's bemused eyes, his guest is swept away and stuffed into a uniform and shoved onto a couch with Haruhi, when his bemused earnestness is judged a counterpoint to her direct honesty.
At the end of the day, though, in spite of Tamaki's protests, Kyouya firmly collects his guest and they return to the Ootori estate.
"I should apologize," he says. "I didn't think he would do that."
"No," his guest says. There's an odd smile on his smooth face, almost nostalgic, definitely fond. "It's all right. It was fun. He reminded me of someone I used to live with, long ago."
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Date: 2009-08-13 10:51 pm (UTC)+++++
The Ootori Foundation currently has holding in twenty-three separate countries. It has connections to the governments of fourteen of these. Kyouya's own ambition ensures that he maintains six of them personally. It's a little more difficult as high school slips by and college begins to loom on the horizon, but he manages.
Today, for example, he has brought a guest to class with him. It's not usually done, but this is the Ouran Academy, and there will always be exceptions. His guest looks young enough, with his tousled hair and wide eyes, and no one questions too closely when he speaks in charmingly-accented Japanese to say please and thank you. Tamaki loves him, declares him an honorary Host Club member, and before Kyouya's bemused eyes, his guest is swept away and stuffed into a uniform and shoved onto a couch with Haruhi, when his bemused earnestness is judged a counterpoint to her direct honesty.
At the end of the day, though, in spite of Tamaki's protests, Kyouya firmly collects his guest and they return to the Ootori estate.
"I should apologize," he says. "I didn't think he would do that."
"No," his guest says. There's an odd smile on his smooth face, almost nostalgic, definitely fond. "It's all right. It was fun. He reminded me of someone I used to live with, long ago."