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As the third son, Kyōya was (somehow) the one required to save the Ootori image. It was a new dog, new tricks sort of thing. That and his older brothers are causing most of the problems and are already married. They went off gallivanting at night getting caught up in sex, the occasional non-addictive drug, and expensive and lavish parties at hotels, casinos, and clubs of various types. Combine that with the wealth of the family and the fact that his father liked to make decisions that often made him richer and everyone else poorer, and Kyōya supposed he should have seen this coming.
He apparently knew the young lady he would marry.
The twins certainly did.
When he told the old Host Club his future bride’s name, they had both thrown a little fit. Apparently she could tell them apart. He would believe it when he saw it.
Tamaki proceeded to tell him all the ways he could woo his “fiancée”.
As painful that it was to admit that Tamaki was probably his only friend, it was not painful to admit that he had about a 5% chance of listening to Tamaki’s advice when in came to women.
So, here he was. The day before he started his second year and Ouran University (the most exclusive and expensive university in [probably] the world), waiting at the front of the shrine for his future wife to come down the aisle
He had convinced his father against the traditional Japanese wedding in favor a wedding that screamed exclusivity. A grand total of 20 people, including family where there. Five of those people were Kyōya’s friends from Ouran. Eight of those people were his family. One was hers. The remaining six were the people that Kyōya’s father needed to impress to save face, one of which was a reporter for a gossip magazine.
The doors at the end of the aisle opened, and down she walked.
No bridesmaids.
No music.
No escort.
Just. Her.
Kyōya recognized her.
The scholarship student.
She was… cute?
She wore her hair up in a simple bun, a single metal cherry blossom comb as an accent and a single silver pendant on a plain chain hanging off a slender neck. A simple dress, just to her knees, in plain white and coming out at her waist. A modest scoop neck showing just a bit of collar bone. A small bouquet of pink roses still tied together with the twine from the florist. The smallest amount of makeup.
She was simple.
Unlike his sister.
Or his sisters-in-law.
She would suit him well.
The ceremony was fast. The exchanging of silver wedding bands was fast. He noticed a small silver ring holding the place for her wedding band, another silver band but this with a small single diamond in the center.
They kissed. It was quick. Chaste. Simple.
The dinner was quiet. They barely said anything to each other.
Everything was just…
Simple.
So when their fathers stood, her’s with a long, clean pony tail and a plain suit, his with an overt display of monetary superiority, and announced they had decided to gift the new couple with a small apartment near campus to build their lives together away from prying eyes, Kyōya sighed. It was almost painful not to roll his eyes.
His father was limiting their movement. Giving them a small apartment, as nice to get away from family, was his father’s way of telling him to procreate.
Well…
That wouldn’t happen.
And his wife didn’t look happy either.
He wondered why.
Haruhi Fujioka , Kyōya thought. Now Haruhi Ootori. What secrets are you hiding?