Ouran: Kyouya [What's She Like]
Sorry for the long disappearance. Happy New Year. Here is some Kyouya love!
Title: What's She Like
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Kyouya, one-sided Kyouya/Haruhi
Rating: PG, for angst and some sexual references.
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Kyouya answers the question "What's She Like" in three, very different scenarios. Set in the future. Possibly OOC.
So what's she like when she turns to you when push comes to shove? / When she whispers in your ear that she's in love? / What's she like?
~Roxette
Version 1
"What's she like?"
The question interrupted the companionable silence, a sudden bright light thrown into the shadowy room.
Oohtori Kyouya paused for a second, his long, nimble fingers in the process of buttoning one of his cuffs. He looked into the mirror to see her reclining in the bed. Aimi looked alot like her, with her big liquid eyes, her hair cropped short (admittedly because he asked her to cut it), delicate bone structure. Her skin was like raw silk and pale like moonlight. She was smoking a cigarette in bed, her deliciously racy red brassiere pushing her bountiful assets up. Her lips were painted a red that matched the bra, smudged now from kissing... and other activities.
"Her tits aren't as big as yours," he said with a leering smile which made Aimi smile indulgently at him. But then again, he knew that they weren't real, despite their bounciness and perkiness but were rather, a modern and surgical marvel.
He had found her three months ago and had been struck by how close she resembled Haruhi. Haruhi with longer hair, more make up and an incredibly long legs encased in a short skirt and high heels that Haruhi would never have dreamed of wearing. Their eyes locked and he felt like he had been looking at Haruhi's eyes for a brief second before they became Aimi's eyes... cold, calculating and cynical. Kyouya felt like she understood him immediately and his throat felt dry as his eyes narrowed in on her.
Kyouya took her to a hotel that very night and fucked her into screaming orgasms, something that surprised both of them. He was always a little rough with her but Aimi didn't mind since she was used to rougher treatment and in the end rewarded handsomely for her submissiveness.
He walked toward the bed and tilted her head upwards so that she would gaze up at him. He stroked her cheek gently, admiring the smoothness of her skin. It had taken two weeks and thousands of dollars in creams and facials before he could stand to touch her skin. He didn't mind because the effect had been worth it. Kyouya didn't know what Aimi saw when she looked at him, but she looked openly and frankly at him which he appreciated.
"The money has already been deposited into your account. I'll see you next week," he said with a smooth easy practiced smile, a holdover from his years in the Host Club. Aimi smiled at him but he knew that money always made Aimi smile.
Kyouya walked out of the hotel room without looking back.
Version 2
"What's she like?"
Kyouya looked up from his paperwork to see his wife standing in the threshold of the doorway. She was wearing a white Dolce & Gabbana suit that flattered her lithe figure and her dark hair fell to her waist, a dark serpentine waterfall highlighted by the white of her clothing. She wore the engagement ring on her right hand, a whopping six carat pink diamond engagement ring from Tiffany's, because it is a stunning accessory and she likes it when people gawk at it and envy her. Kyouya studied her carefully made-up eyes, the dark liquid eyeliner, the carefully applied lipstick, the clever use of rouge to make her appear dewy and pretty. He could smell her Vera Wang perfume from where he's standing, a delicate aroma wafting into the room.
Oohtori Leiko was not a patient woman but had learned to hide her impatience well. If only for the reason as to not provide further amusement to her husband. She watched Kyouya watch her because it is unusual for him to spend so much time on her.
He had no intention of answering her question. He pretended that he's thinking about it but his heart closed around the idea of Haruhi like a well-fortified fortress. He had no intention of sharing his impressions with Leiko. What purpose would it serve? He was not going to satisfy her morbid curiosity. He was not going to give her any leverage. He was certainly not going to give her anything that she could turn into a weapon.
Not that she would. She liked being part of the Oohtori Empire. Their marriage was still advantageous to both of them. They still had to produce a heir. He couldn't afford to alienate her, quite yet. And truth be told, she had been the best of the entire lot of heiress that had been paraded in front of him. If she divorced him, he would still have to remarry and he wasn't going to go through the entire ordeal of picking a wife the same way people pick mares to breed champion racehorses.
"She's not like you," Kyouya said simply.
And it was the truth. Haruhi was nothing like Leiko. Leiko had been born to a powerful communications magnate, been educated in the finest school, attended university in Europe and headed a very exclusive and profitable interior design firm. Her shopping sprees could feed small nations and she got a manicure once a week. She knew how to act in all manner of social settings, had been hosting small soirees with important business entrepeneurs and diplomats and politicians by the age of fifteen. Kyouya had picked Leiko because she reminded him of himself. She was clever, businesslike and efficient. He didn't know if she would make a good wife, but he knew that she would make a good business asset and would never be a social embarrassment. She was an acceptable wife and Kyouya had long ago decided to settle for what he could get.
Kyouya had no idea why Leiko picked him. He thought it was all the usual reasons and really didn't question why she has never objected to how her life has changed or her role as an Oohtori. He has never wondered what benefit she has derived from arrangement. Leiko was just Leiko, and she had her own reasoning for things and Kyouya has never tried to understand it because she has always kept such things close to her.
"I see," Leiko said slowly.
She looks at him for a brief moment and he breaks the eye contact to concentrate on his paperwork.
"Dinner will be served in an hour," Leiko added softly, before walking out.
Kyouya looked up long enough to watch her walk away, her long hair betraying the shaking of her body.
He realized that maybe, he did know why Leiko had married him.
Version 3
"What's she like?"
Kyouya is surprised by the question. He looks at Yumi's bright and cheery face, her open expression and the frank curiosity in her eyes. "Why do you want to know?" he asks carefully, despite the fact that he likes Yumi. He's simply not sure what she getting at.
"Well... because she's obviously important to you," Yumi responds with an even wider smile and stretching on the bed, gazing at the ceiling.
Kyouya keeps still by the window, looking out at the lighted courtyard and the guests below.
"So are you going to tell me or not?" Yumi asks again and Kyouya turns to look at her. Despite himsself, he has to show her a smile because it's impossible not to smile around Yumi. She has the same indefinable quality that Tamaki does... but Kyouya doesn't find Yumi as annoying as he does his bestfriend. Which is good, since he's engaged to marry Yumi.
"Well, she's a lawyer," Kyouya said slowly, still careful in divulging specifics.
"Mmm.. smart. Smart is sexy," Yumi said with a cheeky smile, dimples flashing.
It makes Kyouya let out a bark of amusement. "No, she's definitely not sexy," he says with a rueful grin. "She is sensible, honest, patient, kind, and stubborn. She's very independent and hates fussy things. She's smart, talented, has immense stores of fortitude. The twins love her. Mitsukuni-sempai and Morinozuka-sempai like her. Tamaki adores her. She loves ootoro, but really, she likes all kinds of seafood," Kyouya stopped himself when he noted the expression on Yumi's face.
"Mmm.... I could fall for her," Yumi said with a dreamy expression.
Kyouya looked sharply at her. Yumi let out a bubble of laughter, bright and twinkling like a star.
"She makes you happy," Yumi said with a soft smile.
"Yes," Kyouya admitted painfully. Such a small word and so many implications. He thought that perhaps he shouldn't have admitted something so freely in front of Yumi, but they were to be married after all. And if anyone understood, it was Yumi.
"I'm sorry," Kyouya said softly. He didn't know why he was apologizing. There really was nothing to apologize for. But somehow, he felt that it was the right thing to do. Yumi deserved better. Maybe they both did.
Yumi gave him a soft kiss on the brow, which startled Kyouya. She looked at him sadly, "It's okay. There is no such thing as love in our world."
"Nor is there such a thing as being gay," she said after a second of silence. Kyouya looked at her sad expression, so anachronistic to the girl that seemed to be made of sunshine and smiles that it seemed like a crime for her to make such a face.
Kyouya groped in the darkness for something to say or something to do, some way to offer comfort because he knew that Yumi understood and that she cared and he wanted to repay the favor. But before he could say anything or even lift a finger, she was back to being all smiles.
"Come on, let's rejoin the party," Yumi said with a large smile, reaching for his hands and pulling him away from the room they had escaped to.
Kyouya let her drag him back out because he wasn't going to leave her alone. It was the least he could do for her.
Author's Notes: A few clarifications: Yes, #1 Aimi is a prostitute, in #2 Leiko is in love with Kyouya and #3 Yumi is a lesbian. I was interesting in seeing what would happen if Kyouya got asked about Haruhi... and I had to pick some very different scenarios.
Comments! Carrots! Lemme know if you liked it! Or if you didn't! ^^
Crossposted in ouran_host, ouranhostclub, and ouran_fanfics
Title: What's She Like
Author: namistai8
Character/Pairing/Group: Kyouya, one-sided Kyouya/Haruhi
Rating: PG, for angst and some sexual references.
Disclaimer/Notes/Whatever: Kyouya answers the question "What's She Like" in three, very different scenarios. Set in the future. Possibly OOC.
So what's she like when she turns to you when push comes to shove? / When she whispers in your ear that she's in love? / What's she like?
~Roxette
Version 1
"What's she like?"
The question interrupted the companionable silence, a sudden bright light thrown into the shadowy room.
Oohtori Kyouya paused for a second, his long, nimble fingers in the process of buttoning one of his cuffs. He looked into the mirror to see her reclining in the bed. Aimi looked alot like her, with her big liquid eyes, her hair cropped short (admittedly because he asked her to cut it), delicate bone structure. Her skin was like raw silk and pale like moonlight. She was smoking a cigarette in bed, her deliciously racy red brassiere pushing her bountiful assets up. Her lips were painted a red that matched the bra, smudged now from kissing... and other activities.
"Her tits aren't as big as yours," he said with a leering smile which made Aimi smile indulgently at him. But then again, he knew that they weren't real, despite their bounciness and perkiness but were rather, a modern and surgical marvel.
He had found her three months ago and had been struck by how close she resembled Haruhi. Haruhi with longer hair, more make up and an incredibly long legs encased in a short skirt and high heels that Haruhi would never have dreamed of wearing. Their eyes locked and he felt like he had been looking at Haruhi's eyes for a brief second before they became Aimi's eyes... cold, calculating and cynical. Kyouya felt like she understood him immediately and his throat felt dry as his eyes narrowed in on her.
Kyouya took her to a hotel that very night and fucked her into screaming orgasms, something that surprised both of them. He was always a little rough with her but Aimi didn't mind since she was used to rougher treatment and in the end rewarded handsomely for her submissiveness.
He walked toward the bed and tilted her head upwards so that she would gaze up at him. He stroked her cheek gently, admiring the smoothness of her skin. It had taken two weeks and thousands of dollars in creams and facials before he could stand to touch her skin. He didn't mind because the effect had been worth it. Kyouya didn't know what Aimi saw when she looked at him, but she looked openly and frankly at him which he appreciated.
"The money has already been deposited into your account. I'll see you next week," he said with a smooth easy practiced smile, a holdover from his years in the Host Club. Aimi smiled at him but he knew that money always made Aimi smile.
Kyouya walked out of the hotel room without looking back.
Version 2
"What's she like?"
Kyouya looked up from his paperwork to see his wife standing in the threshold of the doorway. She was wearing a white Dolce & Gabbana suit that flattered her lithe figure and her dark hair fell to her waist, a dark serpentine waterfall highlighted by the white of her clothing. She wore the engagement ring on her right hand, a whopping six carat pink diamond engagement ring from Tiffany's, because it is a stunning accessory and she likes it when people gawk at it and envy her. Kyouya studied her carefully made-up eyes, the dark liquid eyeliner, the carefully applied lipstick, the clever use of rouge to make her appear dewy and pretty. He could smell her Vera Wang perfume from where he's standing, a delicate aroma wafting into the room.
Oohtori Leiko was not a patient woman but had learned to hide her impatience well. If only for the reason as to not provide further amusement to her husband. She watched Kyouya watch her because it is unusual for him to spend so much time on her.
He had no intention of answering her question. He pretended that he's thinking about it but his heart closed around the idea of Haruhi like a well-fortified fortress. He had no intention of sharing his impressions with Leiko. What purpose would it serve? He was not going to satisfy her morbid curiosity. He was not going to give her any leverage. He was certainly not going to give her anything that she could turn into a weapon.
Not that she would. She liked being part of the Oohtori Empire. Their marriage was still advantageous to both of them. They still had to produce a heir. He couldn't afford to alienate her, quite yet. And truth be told, she had been the best of the entire lot of heiress that had been paraded in front of him. If she divorced him, he would still have to remarry and he wasn't going to go through the entire ordeal of picking a wife the same way people pick mares to breed champion racehorses.
"She's not like you," Kyouya said simply.
And it was the truth. Haruhi was nothing like Leiko. Leiko had been born to a powerful communications magnate, been educated in the finest school, attended university in Europe and headed a very exclusive and profitable interior design firm. Her shopping sprees could feed small nations and she got a manicure once a week. She knew how to act in all manner of social settings, had been hosting small soirees with important business entrepeneurs and diplomats and politicians by the age of fifteen. Kyouya had picked Leiko because she reminded him of himself. She was clever, businesslike and efficient. He didn't know if she would make a good wife, but he knew that she would make a good business asset and would never be a social embarrassment. She was an acceptable wife and Kyouya had long ago decided to settle for what he could get.
Kyouya had no idea why Leiko picked him. He thought it was all the usual reasons and really didn't question why she has never objected to how her life has changed or her role as an Oohtori. He has never wondered what benefit she has derived from arrangement. Leiko was just Leiko, and she had her own reasoning for things and Kyouya has never tried to understand it because she has always kept such things close to her.
"I see," Leiko said slowly.
She looks at him for a brief moment and he breaks the eye contact to concentrate on his paperwork.
"Dinner will be served in an hour," Leiko added softly, before walking out.
Kyouya looked up long enough to watch her walk away, her long hair betraying the shaking of her body.
He realized that maybe, he did know why Leiko had married him.
Version 3
"What's she like?"
Kyouya is surprised by the question. He looks at Yumi's bright and cheery face, her open expression and the frank curiosity in her eyes. "Why do you want to know?" he asks carefully, despite the fact that he likes Yumi. He's simply not sure what she getting at.
"Well... because she's obviously important to you," Yumi responds with an even wider smile and stretching on the bed, gazing at the ceiling.
Kyouya keeps still by the window, looking out at the lighted courtyard and the guests below.
"So are you going to tell me or not?" Yumi asks again and Kyouya turns to look at her. Despite himsself, he has to show her a smile because it's impossible not to smile around Yumi. She has the same indefinable quality that Tamaki does... but Kyouya doesn't find Yumi as annoying as he does his bestfriend. Which is good, since he's engaged to marry Yumi.
"Well, she's a lawyer," Kyouya said slowly, still careful in divulging specifics.
"Mmm.. smart. Smart is sexy," Yumi said with a cheeky smile, dimples flashing.
It makes Kyouya let out a bark of amusement. "No, she's definitely not sexy," he says with a rueful grin. "She is sensible, honest, patient, kind, and stubborn. She's very independent and hates fussy things. She's smart, talented, has immense stores of fortitude. The twins love her. Mitsukuni-sempai and Morinozuka-sempai like her. Tamaki adores her. She loves ootoro, but really, she likes all kinds of seafood," Kyouya stopped himself when he noted the expression on Yumi's face.
"Mmm.... I could fall for her," Yumi said with a dreamy expression.
Kyouya looked sharply at her. Yumi let out a bubble of laughter, bright and twinkling like a star.
"She makes you happy," Yumi said with a soft smile.
"Yes," Kyouya admitted painfully. Such a small word and so many implications. He thought that perhaps he shouldn't have admitted something so freely in front of Yumi, but they were to be married after all. And if anyone understood, it was Yumi.
"I'm sorry," Kyouya said softly. He didn't know why he was apologizing. There really was nothing to apologize for. But somehow, he felt that it was the right thing to do. Yumi deserved better. Maybe they both did.
Yumi gave him a soft kiss on the brow, which startled Kyouya. She looked at him sadly, "It's okay. There is no such thing as love in our world."
"Nor is there such a thing as being gay," she said after a second of silence. Kyouya looked at her sad expression, so anachronistic to the girl that seemed to be made of sunshine and smiles that it seemed like a crime for her to make such a face.
Kyouya groped in the darkness for something to say or something to do, some way to offer comfort because he knew that Yumi understood and that she cared and he wanted to repay the favor. But before he could say anything or even lift a finger, she was back to being all smiles.
"Come on, let's rejoin the party," Yumi said with a large smile, reaching for his hands and pulling him away from the room they had escaped to.
Kyouya let her drag him back out because he wasn't going to leave her alone. It was the least he could do for her.
Author's Notes: A few clarifications: Yes, #1 Aimi is a prostitute, in #2 Leiko is in love with Kyouya and #3 Yumi is a lesbian. I was interesting in seeing what would happen if Kyouya got asked about Haruhi... and I had to pick some very different scenarios.
Comments! Carrots! Lemme know if you liked it! Or if you didn't! ^^
Crossposted in ouran_host, ouranhostclub, and ouran_fanfics