He was given everything and never really thought much of it. He never questioned his privileged life. Never having known any other life, Kyoya saw his lifestyle as a given, if not an entitlement.

His father went to great lengths to enforce this belief. He never spent much time with him, but whenever he did—Kyoya truly cherished the moments that he did—the time was always spent with talk of family businesses to inherit and money to be made.

"Above all else, money is the most important commodity, Kyoya. Remember that..."

"Always aim for success, and get rid of all of the idiots, stragglers, and useless people. They'll only bring you down to their level. If you want to get anywhere in life, you'll need to rise above everyone else. Trample, manipulate, pretend. Do whatever you need to do. Just get to the top..."

"You'll need to work hard, Kyoya. You may be the third son, but you'll still own a branch of the family company one day. You need to work hard..."

They were boring things, really. Things a 5-year old could never really understand.

He had dreams, but they were the wrong ones. He wanted to be an astronaut, a fireman, a hero. In reality, he was supposed to be his father's [third] successor—greedy, ambitious, and successful at all costs; but, he didn't know any of this at the time, so he kept dreaming.

He was still so young and clueless about the world and its expectations. He had yet to replace the endless amount of love and admiration he held for his brothers with grudging respect and the bitter taste of envy. He still couldn't quite comprehend the politics within his family and futility that accompanied his position as the third and youngest son. And he had yet to center his entire life around attaining his father's approval [and love].

Yes, he was still just too young, and perhaps, given the circumstances, that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, the naive boy that was still dreaming was better than the man with glasses and a dead heart he would grow up to be. For now, he could be whoever he wanted to be. His father loved him enough [did he?] and his brothers weren't his adversaries yet.

He could still wait a little while longer before he had to deal with those boring things.

A/N: Yeah, okay. Just a scrap of writing I found in some old files. It's part of a much larger story I've been planning for the past year, but it's so old and poorly-written that I doubt I'll use it for the actual thing. I didn't want to delete though-it's still my writing and even if it isnt great, it's atleast an honest reflection of where my writing was a year ago.