Yooooo..... This is another story to add in to the like 50 million I already have going!

This one is dedicated to purple-ducks

Its a Kyoya and Kaoru. (Doesn't follow Ouran plot)

In this story; Tamaki, Kaoru, Hikaru, Honey, and Mori do NOT attent Ouran Academy, they attend Ouran High School.

Oh and Haruhi like... died :3

A side note: Ok, I have no fucking idea if it's Kyouya or Kyoya. I'm making it easy and going with Kyoya. I went to wikipidia and it spells it BOTH fucking was. wtf? really? Really??

So anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story! ^.^

To purple-ducks: Since this story is specially dedicated to you, I hope you find it to your liking. I enjoyed writing the angst in this. It was pretty fun. :3 Sorry, I know I said earlier today but I was kind of preoccupied! Here you go hon!

.:~**~:. Kyoya's POV .:~**~:.

I sat in my room looking at my wall. I knew everyone was avoiding me. And the reason was obvious.

I glanced down at my arm, at the huge welting bruise that shone proudly.

Yoshio was angry at me. I didn't know what I did. I didn't try to do anything to upset him. He never took his anger out on anyone else but me. I was his punching bag. But I tricked myself into thinking it was because I was the only person to put up with the torment.

I let my fingers lightly run down the bruise, which I winced at. I was thankful that he never inflicted any damage on my face. Not because I was conceited and didn't want my face to be bruised, simply because it would be harder to hide.

"Did you hear master Yoshio?" One of the maids asked the other as they walked passed my door. I let my eyes look in the direction as I laid on my couch.

"Yes. Poor Kyoya. He didn't know that the business is going bankrupt!" My eyes widened. That's why my father was so angry.

We're going bankrupt.

I looked at the floor. How was I going to do anything now?

I'll have to drop out and go to a commoner's school. It broke my heart. I've never been poor before. I didn't know what to do.

Instead of Ouran Academy, I'd have to go to Ouran High School.

That was the LEAST of my worries. My main concern was what was daddy going to do to me once the company completely goes bankrupt.

Got to love those conveniently placed maids and their urge to gossip.

.:~**~:. o(^.^)o .:~**~:.

I looked around the house after walking in. I gulped. My dad was throwing a fit about something. Fuyumi walked over to me and looked at me sadly.

"Don't go near dad today." She said softly and it's like he HEARD.

"KYOYA OOTORI!!" I could imagine the red color of his face as he screamed. It wasn't of any consolation, in fact, it scared me shitless. My hands started to shake and my sister looked at me sadly.

"Coming..." I said and walked up the stairs trembling.

I was always the quite type. I never liked talking to anyone because my dad would find a sick absurd way of keeping me from seeing them because I was the only child he didn't want to see happy. He made everyone else happy except for me. It really upset me. Why couldn't he love me as much as them? Was it because I'm the youngest?

To top it all off, nobody cared that I would get my ass beat for no reason. In fact, one time my older brother crashed the car. He TOLD my dad he did it. My dad calmly sent him out of the room, walked into my room and beat ME for it.

The only one that honestly cared was my sister. She was always looking out for me.

"Good luck." Fuyumi said softly and I looked back at her and tried to give her a look of at least some sentiment. I couldn't. I just nodded curtly and whisked away to my father's dark morbid office.

"Hai, oto-san?" I bowed and he was standing on the complete other side of the office. I looked around. That's good. There were no sharp weapons. I remember the one time I was unlucky enough to catch him at lunchtime. Who has steak for lunch? Who in their RIGHT mind would give my father a knife, knowing that he would get mad. Honestly?

I have been beaten with things that I didn't even think was possible to hurt me.

A sofa cushion.

No lie.

"Kyoya, do you know why I called you up here?" He asked, voice rising with anger.

"No, sir." I said politely, but without a hint of emotion in my voice. I figured it was better to be emotionless than scared shitless.

"My company is going down the drain. Do you know who's fault that is?" He hissed and I looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, father. That's my fault." I've also learned to not talk back and to just go with whatever the hell he says.

"That's right! I bet if you weren't causing so much FUCKING trouble for everyone then my company would be successful!" He screamed and I looked at him.

"I'm sorry, sir." I said formally and that crouch he does when he's angry, like stalking his prey he began pacing over to me. I felt my heartbeat quicken. He stood in front of me.

SLAP!

Right across the face.

Hm. That's new.

My glasses flew to the floor and I recoiled and looked at him. I didn't show weakness because it would make him even angrier.

"GOD DAMN IT KYOYA!" He kicked me in the stomach and I toppled to the ground.

His slender leg sent a swift kick to my stomach and it made me roll over in the slightest.

"GET THE FUCK UP!" I quickly did what I was told. I had a bleeding scratch across my cheek and I knew I had new bruises.

.:~**~:. o(^.^)o .:~**~:.

I laid on my bed. It's official. We went bankrupt. We have to move into a smaller house and everything.

I winced as Fuyumi bandaged my cheek. Yoshio slammed me to the floor and got some glass from my now broken glasses dug in my cheek.

After a lot of blood, Fuyumi got the shards out and was now bandaging everything.

She sighed as she laid next to me and held me close to her. She always did that after dad hurt me. But usually when I finally get comfortable, dad calls her out of my room. I'm not sure what he makes her do but she never tells me, so I guess it's not important.

"Don't listen to what he says." She said gingerly in my ear and kissed the top of my black disheveled hair.

"Why not? It's true. Everything IS my fault..." I mumbled and she glared.

"No it's not. He's being unfair. Just because his company is shit doesn't mean it's your fault." I looked up at her and smiled non-heartedly.

"He'd blame hurricane Katrina on me if he could." I stated simply and curled up, wincing slightly at the pain in my stomach.

I was grateful for Fuyumi. She never got in trouble because if she did, I'd get punished. She didn't act out like my brothers. For that, I was thankful.

"Everything is not your fault sweetie." She said and stroked my hair. I groaned at her touch. When I stumbled back I hit a wall and now had a rather large bump on the top of my head.

"When will my last day of Ouran be?" I asked softly and she looked at me sadly.

"Sweetie, it's already gone." She said and I blinked and looked at her astonished.

Not that I had any friends but this meant I never got to see the elegant hallways of Ouran Academy.

I sighed and closed my eyes for some much needed sleep. Before I actually fell into the sleep I heard Fuyumi whisper.

"Tomorrow you'll be in a new school and we'll have a new house." She said and kissed my cheek and walked out as I finally fell into some much needed sleep.

*sighs happily* I don't know who I hate more. Haruhi or Yoshio. *shrugs*

My aim for this story is 50 reviews. I know, it's pretty low but I don't really know much people that like this pairing as much as me and purple-ducks

XD

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