[Fic] Phoenix
Title: Phoenix
Author: Cybra
Rating: G
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Disclaimer: I take no credit for Ouran's awesomeness.
Warning: Pre-slash
Summary: The third son of the Otori family was dead, and nobody had ever noticed.
Author's Notes: First fic I've published concerning Ouran. I've been a fan of Tamaki/Kyoya since I watched episode 1. Reading the manga only solidified it. Un-beta'd. Will eventually be cross-posted onto my writing journal Candied Soup.
On November 22nd, the third son of the Otori family entered the world.
The child didn't live long. The position of third son suffocated him, leaving only an empty shell that continued to follow the father's wishes. Nobody noticed when he passed.
The shell continued existing (not living for the third son was dead and gone) for fourteen years. It attended school, made alliances (not friends for friendship was weakness). It held the position of class representative the entire time, earning the admiration and envy of its classmates. Nobody noticed that the person they strove to emulate didn't breathe.
The father ordered the shell to forge an alliance with the Suoh heir. The blond Frenchman pronounced the shell to be his best friend and went on to charm his way into their classmates' hearts. However, Tamaki's many shifting moods irritated it. Passion flared for the first time ever in its chest, passion born of anger and jealousy. But that didn't matter. The shell was dead after all. Nobody had ever noticed, and neither would Tamaki.
No more than a month later, it was standing and listening to Tamaki play their unused piano when the shell felt something that didn't (shouldn't) exist break. It started to cry and it was shocked at the action for it was mourning its own death. But that made no sense, for the third son of the Otori family had died years ago even if nobody had noticed.
Talking with Tamaki afterwards only made that passionate anger flare up white-hot until the shell finally attacked the blond. It screamed in rage and pain, demanding to know why this stranger had the ability to see in a few short weeks what others had missed its entire existence: The third son of the Otori family was dead, and nobody had ever noticed.
But Tamaki glared defiantly, daring it to surpass the other two sons, daring it to seize its own deeply-suppressed ambition, daring it to live.
The shell burned away, and Kyoya Otori was born.