Ouran:Haruhi/Kyouya:2:caleb_moss
“Tamaki,” he tried interrupting, but the blonde was still blabbering. A tick began in the genius’ forehead, as he tried to remember that he had patience. It had taken years, but the lesson had been learned. Or so he had believed.
“Tamaki!”
Finally, quiet. He sighed, relieved.
“Is there a problem, Tamaki?” he inquired, tone pleasant enough, if you had never dealt with the Ootori heir before. But for the others listening in on the private frequency, it was a warning to duck and cover.
“H-h-he… He! She! Huu….”
And that was about all the reply Kyouya got. He gritted his teeth in pure frustration.
I should have known he wasn’t ready to take the rookie out. I should have known, I should have stuck him with Kaoru, I…
Kyouya suddenly sat up straighter, hearing the other operative’s voice through Tamaki’s headset.
“Fujioka? Report,” he commanded, forcing his irritation down at the sign that at least the whole mission wasn’t botched. Yet.
“I’m sorry sir, I think that was my fault,” came the low voice of the Ootori’s newest member.
“Oh?” Kyouya asked, feeling his patient mask beginning to slip dangerously. “And how have you managed to upset the idiot? More than usual, that is?”
Offended sputtering told the black-haired man that his friend was still sensible, if not at full working order.
“Um,” the embarrassed tone had Kyouya straightening just a bit in surprise. In the two weeks Fujioka had gone through their training and tests, he had never shown uncertainty. Before today, Kyouya would have bet money that little could unsettle the agent.
“I think Suou-san was caught off-guard by… me,” Fujioka responded, voice having steadied out.
Kyouya went still, one brow flying up in speculation.
“Girl,” came a gasping voice, and the other brow joined the first.
“Still with us, Tamaki?” Kyouya asked, though in truth he was feeling a little off-balance as well. “So, Fujioka, how long were you planning on keeping your identity a secret?” he asked, flexing his fingers against the armrests of his chair to take out his tension rather than let it come through in his voice.
“Um, I had thought your father would have included all that information in my file, sir,” Fujioka Haruhi responded, sounding unsure again.
Kyouya bit down on a curse.
Father…
“I see,” he said quickly, though it was impossible for him to see all the possible repercussions of his father’s decision. The other men were, blessedly, keeping silent for now, waiting for their leader’s next instructions.
“If you can get Tamaki off to the side, try and complete the mission,” Kyouya said after a minute of silent debate.
Five precise responses of “yes, sir!” came through, and once again, Kyouya started in surprise.
He reached out, an instinctive gesture, and then pulled back, an inscrutable expression on his face.
With Tamaki’s staggering discovery, he had thought things would have to be salvaged as best could be handled, but if Fujioka… if the woman could follow through as they had first planned, perhaps he wouldn’t have to salvage things after all.
Reviewing the past few weeks, Kyouya altered his thinking just a bit. If the men were able to continue with success, there would be no need for him to step in. It seemed like the newest recruit would fit right in, as long as she kept on being unaware of her affect on the blonde agent.
Kyouya pushed away from the communications panel with a tired sigh.
He looked forward to taking a second look at the rookie; he had been so unassuming before, but now Kyouya’s curiosity had been caught.
Fujioka Haruhi. A woman they had all assumed was a man. He crossed the room to pour a fresh cup of coffee - he needed to think.
She hadn’t been trying to fool them, he was sure of that much. Kyouya didn’t think Fujioka was capable of guile, at least, not when she was interacting with their mission team. It was the reason he had been hesitant to send her out in the first place - he’d seemed too innocent for a man who would be breaking laws and possibly breaking necks.
As a female, though, he wondered if she wasn’t at just as much of a disadvantage.
Well, if anything happened to go wrong tonight, at least Tamaki’s chivalrous instincts would keep her safe. His best friend was an idiot and often a fool, but when it came to the protection of innocents (usually women), he was deadly serious.
Two hours later Honey called in to report their success.
Kyouya headed home.
This was going to take some work, to figure out what his father was scheming in sending them this... woman. Since the very beginning, Kyouya’s management of the staff had barred any women from being employed. As Tamaki liked to argue, their purposes were to rescue women, and Kyouya knew from experience that the other man was more likely to trip over his own foot than finish a mission if a pretty face was around.
Remembering Tamaki’s confused outburst, Kyouya rubbed at his forehead.
This was definitely a disaster.
“Tamaki!”
Finally, quiet. He sighed, relieved.
“Is there a problem, Tamaki?” he inquired, tone pleasant enough, if you had never dealt with the Ootori heir before. But for the others listening in on the private frequency, it was a warning to duck and cover.
“H-h-he… He! She! Huu….”
And that was about all the reply Kyouya got. He gritted his teeth in pure frustration.
I should have known he wasn’t ready to take the rookie out. I should have known, I should have stuck him with Kaoru, I…
Kyouya suddenly sat up straighter, hearing the other operative’s voice through Tamaki’s headset.
“Fujioka? Report,” he commanded, forcing his irritation down at the sign that at least the whole mission wasn’t botched. Yet.
“I’m sorry sir, I think that was my fault,” came the low voice of the Ootori’s newest member.
“Oh?” Kyouya asked, feeling his patient mask beginning to slip dangerously. “And how have you managed to upset the idiot? More than usual, that is?”
Offended sputtering told the black-haired man that his friend was still sensible, if not at full working order.
“Um,” the embarrassed tone had Kyouya straightening just a bit in surprise. In the two weeks Fujioka had gone through their training and tests, he had never shown uncertainty. Before today, Kyouya would have bet money that little could unsettle the agent.
“I think Suou-san was caught off-guard by… me,” Fujioka responded, voice having steadied out.
Kyouya went still, one brow flying up in speculation.
“Girl,” came a gasping voice, and the other brow joined the first.
“Still with us, Tamaki?” Kyouya asked, though in truth he was feeling a little off-balance as well. “So, Fujioka, how long were you planning on keeping your identity a secret?” he asked, flexing his fingers against the armrests of his chair to take out his tension rather than let it come through in his voice.
“Um, I had thought your father would have included all that information in my file, sir,” Fujioka Haruhi responded, sounding unsure again.
Kyouya bit down on a curse.
Father…
“I see,” he said quickly, though it was impossible for him to see all the possible repercussions of his father’s decision. The other men were, blessedly, keeping silent for now, waiting for their leader’s next instructions.
“If you can get Tamaki off to the side, try and complete the mission,” Kyouya said after a minute of silent debate.
Five precise responses of “yes, sir!” came through, and once again, Kyouya started in surprise.
He reached out, an instinctive gesture, and then pulled back, an inscrutable expression on his face.
With Tamaki’s staggering discovery, he had thought things would have to be salvaged as best could be handled, but if Fujioka… if the woman could follow through as they had first planned, perhaps he wouldn’t have to salvage things after all.
Reviewing the past few weeks, Kyouya altered his thinking just a bit. If the men were able to continue with success, there would be no need for him to step in. It seemed like the newest recruit would fit right in, as long as she kept on being unaware of her affect on the blonde agent.
Kyouya pushed away from the communications panel with a tired sigh.
He looked forward to taking a second look at the rookie; he had been so unassuming before, but now Kyouya’s curiosity had been caught.
Fujioka Haruhi. A woman they had all assumed was a man. He crossed the room to pour a fresh cup of coffee - he needed to think.
She hadn’t been trying to fool them, he was sure of that much. Kyouya didn’t think Fujioka was capable of guile, at least, not when she was interacting with their mission team. It was the reason he had been hesitant to send her out in the first place - he’d seemed too innocent for a man who would be breaking laws and possibly breaking necks.
As a female, though, he wondered if she wasn’t at just as much of a disadvantage.
Well, if anything happened to go wrong tonight, at least Tamaki’s chivalrous instincts would keep her safe. His best friend was an idiot and often a fool, but when it came to the protection of innocents (usually women), he was deadly serious.
Two hours later Honey called in to report their success.
Kyouya headed home.
This was going to take some work, to figure out what his father was scheming in sending them this... woman. Since the very beginning, Kyouya’s management of the staff had barred any women from being employed. As Tamaki liked to argue, their purposes were to rescue women, and Kyouya knew from experience that the other man was more likely to trip over his own foot than finish a mission if a pretty face was around.
Remembering Tamaki’s confused outburst, Kyouya rubbed at his forehead.
This was definitely a disaster.