Okay, so this is rather new for me. This was originally written for a community on livejournal. So I've been itching to write this pairing for a while. The theme is this chapter is Beautiful. Anyways enough of my babbling, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Ouran High School Host Club

Addicted To The Shadows

by Anime-Goddess-Sakura

Chapter 1: Kirei Kagome

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Kyouya Ootori had never really paid attention to the female students of Ouran High School, besides when the hosting club was involved. He participated in the host club, because there was something to gain. The girls were just pawns to him. All of them were desperate to hear what they wanted to and eager for someone to adore and fawn over them. Yet what they all failed to realize was that this was all an act. No genuine feelings were involved and everyone played their roll. The way it was supposed to be.

However all his carefully laid plans were gone into smokes, when she appeared. The first time he saw her, was pure accident. He had been searching for the twins and Haruhi when he had run into her. Indigo blue eyes had stared blankly at him as she walked passed him while she followed one of the teachers.

He had expected her to at least acknowledge him a bit more, but just as soon as her gaze had met his, she had looked away. He had been more than perplexed. No girl until now had so carelessly ignored him. He was a Ootori for heaven's sake, his last name alone was enough to send hoards of girls running towards him and yet here a simpleton girl like had just brushed him off.

Not being able to conform himself, he had instantly sought out all the information that he was able to find about her. To his amazement, she was just another Haruhi in a way. Having been accepted to Ouran because of a scholarship. She was smart that much was obvious. Her grades were one of the highest, he had ever seen.

Nevertheless as he continued to research, he found out a very surprising fact. It seemed that although she was a commoner, she was the heir to Taisho Corporation, having been adopted as the little sister of the infamous Sesshoumaru Taisho himself. The particular fact surprised him and intrigued him at the same time...and reluctantly he found himself wanting to find out more about this girl. If only to know his future business partner or so to speak...or at least he kept telling himself that.

Now it was almost a month later, since she had come to the school and he was still not any closer of even speaking to her. Closing his dark onyx eyes, he allowed a quiet sigh to leave his lips. There was only so much he was able to find out about her. He knew practically all there was to know about her, but still he wanted to know more.

"Okaa-san!"

He ignored Tamaki's cries, knowing very well that whatever it was didn't necessarily need his attention.

"Higurashi-san, we know that you will like it here. The host club members are all very charming and nice," a female voice could be heard talking excitedly.

The last name was what caught his attention. Dark eyes snapped open and focused on the petit form standing at the open door of the music room. She looked completely out of place standing there, her indigo blue eyes scanning the room. Dark hair falling in silky and thick waves along her back with bangs framing her heart shaped face. The familiar and rather plain yellow girl's uniform looked rather good on her, but he would have preferred something else.

She was surrounded by a group of girls, all of them of which he recognized. They were all regular visitors of the host club, except her of course.

"Ano, I'm not certain this is a good idea," he heard her say, he almost smiled, she sounded so uncertain.

She had never before come to the host club. The reason was unknown to him, but by the way she was acting he would say that she might be a bit shy. He was just about to get up and walk towards them when he saw Tamaki beat him to it. The leader of the host club, swaggered towards them in all his glory, violet eyes glowing in excitement.

Mentally cursing his luck and his friend, Kyouya watched as the blond took her in his arms. He clenched his jaw in irritation, noticing the way Tamaki pulled her closer, his blond bangs almost touching her face. The pen in his hand threatened to break at the sheer pressure he applied to it.

Nevertheless what happened next surprised him. He wasn't able to hear exactly what he said to her or what she had replied, but the next moment the king was sulking in a corner.

"Higurashi-san, how could you?!" one of the girls yelled accusingly, but the dark haired young woman only scowled and looked away.

Deciding that this was the best time as any to make his move, he calmly stood up and made his way towards them.

Gasps were heard when the group of the girls surrounding her, turned to gaze at him. He almost smirked, his male ego enjoying the attention he got and the affect he was having on the girls. However his satisfaction was short lived when he noticed that unlike the others, she seemed completely unaffected by his looks or him.

"Good morning ladies, welcome to the host club," he welcomed them in his most deep and sensual voice he could muster, one he was certain that could make even the most of experienced women blush.

Once again though, she seemed completely unmoved. He stared a little longer than he had intended at her and the other girls seemed to notice this.

"Kyouya-senpai, this is our friend Higurashi-san and it's the first time she's been to the host club and we wanted to assign one of the host club's hosts to her," a brunette with pretty green eyes said, blushing shyly.

He offered her a small smile, before focusing his gaze on the girl who had been occupying his every thought.

"This way Higurashi-san," she seemed taken aback for a moment and seemed to hesitate, but a quick and rather hard shove from the other girls made certain that she stumbled forward, falling into him.

He instinctively brought his arms around her catching her, which of course earned shouts and exclamations from her friends, who thought the whole fiasco romantic. However he paid little heed to them and instead focused his gaze and attention on the petite girl in his arms.

"Arigatou," she whispered shyly, raising her face to gaze at him.

He offered her a small smile, before slowly releasing her. His body and mind protested against the action, having enjoyed and indulged in the feeling of her pressed so intimately against him. Still he had to keep his control. Motioning for her to follow him, he slowly and calmly made her way to a empty sofa.

"Take a seat, please."

She quietly did as she was told.

"So tell me about yourself, Higurashi-san."

"Call me Kagome, Higurashi-san sounds way too formal," she replied, grinning up at him.

"Very well, Kagome. You may call me, Kyouya." He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue. Reaching for a kettle on the glass table in front of him, he made sure to pour two cups of hot tea.

"Tea?"

"Thank you." she graciously accepted the cup and closing her eyes, she took a small sip from the hot liquid.

He watched in rapt attention, the way she drunk the tea. Although she may not have been born in high society, she certainly acted like she belonged. Her movements were precise, elegant in way that not even the richest girl seemed to possess.

"Can you tell me about yourself, Kagome." He urged once again, setting his cup of tea down.

"Well, there isn't much to tell. I'm just a normal girl or at least as normal as I can be. I have a little brother and live at a shrine with my mother and grandfather."

"Shrine?" He knew this already, but decided to play the curious part.

"Yes. It's run by grandfather and he hopes that one day I will run it. Of course I'm not so certain about that. I love my grandfather a lot, but I don't think that running the shrine is the ideal job for me,"

"What do you wish to do then?"

"I'm not so sure yet. There are just too many possibilities to consider. My options would be majoring in law or business. The latter most likely. I'm afraid that as a lawyer I might have a bit more difficulty, seeing that I'm an awful liar." she chuckled at her own joke, but he couldn't help but smirk lightly.

Unlike other girls, she seemed completely at ease around him. Kyouya wasn't certain if he liked the idea or not. Brushing the thought aside, he picked up his cup of tea and took a sip.

"So any chance you can tell me about yourself Kyouya? I know it's your work to feign interest in your clients, but I would appreciate it, if you would at least tell me something about you too."

He really hadn't been expecting that, but he didn't show his surprise. Being a host, it has always been his job to listen to the girls, not the other way around.

"I'm the youngest of three brothers," he replied calmly, putting the cup down.

Just like that he found himself talking about his family and even the host club to her. She was a avid listener and didn't interrupt him too much, only doing this when she had something to add or say. Surprisingly enough he enjoyed himself and instead of thinking of them as host and costumer, he saw them merely as friends talking to one another and enjoying each other's company.

"Tamaki certainly is quite a character," she muttered, frowning lightly.

He quickly recalled what had happened earlier and he was curious to find out what had happened.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened with Tamaki earlier on?"

She had the gall to blush, making him raise a eyebrow at her.

"He said something about me being a beautiful rare flower that he wanted to cultivate and stuff and I proceeded on telling him that it was probably the cheesiest line I have ever heard," she finished crossing her arms over her chest and huffing.

He was drawn to her pouting lips and unconsciously he reached for them, thumb brushing against the soft and inviting looking flesh.

"You should not pout, Kagome," he whispered, his thumb tracing her lower-lip.

He watched in interest as her cheeks heated up and for once in his life Kyouya Ootori found himself admitting that a girl was beautiful. Not just any girl, Kagome Higurashi.

Not wanting to trouble or unnerve her any further, he retracted his hand...even though a part of him refused and complained. Kyouya didn't know what was happening to him. It was mind boggling how his iron control was slowly slipping and it was all due to one simple girl.

He wanted to be angry at himself and her, but he found no strength or motivation for accomplishing such a feat.

"Kyouya?" Her voice floated to his ears, causing him to gaze once again at her.

Her cheeks were still flushed and unconsciously he found his lips parting and words leaving his mouth.

"You look beautiful, when you blush," he whispered.

"A..." she was cut off, from whatever she was about to say by one of her friends.

Dark eyes flashing dangerously, he resisted the urge to glare at the brunette. It seems that their time was up and that they had classes. Gazing at the clock, he was shocked to see how time had flown by. A quick look at the other host club members, assured him that there would be questions later...questions concerning why he had spend his time with a certain dark haired young woman that was now gazing almost regretfully at him.

"Gomen, Kyouya-kun, but I have to leave now," she whispered softly standing up, brushing a strand of dark inky hair behind her ear.

He stood up as well, his eyes meeting her blue ones once again, while his mind processed the familiarity which she spoke his name.

"It's fine, Kagome-chan, I'll see you tomorrow?" He made sure to keep the hopefulness out of his voice, not wanting her to know or admit to himself that he wanted to see her again.

"I would like that very much," she answered excitedly, a bright smile lighting up her heart shaped face.

"Higurashi-san, we're going to be late!"

She quickly whirled around to shoot the girl an annoyed look, which he was amazingly able to catch, before focusing her gaze once again on him.

"See you tomorrow then, Kyouya-kun." With those last words, she bowed her head quickly, before turning around and running towards where her friends were already waiting.

He watched her slowly disappear out of the door and only then did he allow himself to let out a soft sigh. He couldn't quite understand the feelings that were running rampant through him at the moment, but he quickly clamped down on them. He was the shadow king and he would not allow a simple girl like her to bring his perfectly composed and planned life into chaos.

Yet as he thought about meeting her again, he couldn't help the soft smile from appearing on his lips.

'Kirei, Kagome.'

TBC...