Ouran Koukou/High School Host Club belongs to the great Bisuko Hatori

Nanami Sayuri me

Referances between of Manga/Anime. Other than that totally AU, hope you like it.

~Sunday Nanami mansion, Nagoya, Japan~

A quiet evening in the Nanami household, the only daughter of Nanami Daichi sat in her room reading one of her favorite books – 10,000 Gods of the Known World. A soft knock on her door pulled her from her literary bliss.

"Enter." She called softly from her spot by the window.

"Sayuri-san you father wishes to speak with you." Her maid announced.

"Can you tell him I will be right there, thank you." The maid closed the door quietly to do as the young woman asked, Sayuri marked her place in the book for later and promptly went to her father's study.

Padding down the plush carpeted hall and descending the half spiral staircase, she was greeted by the same maid who summoned her a few minutes ago.

"Thank you Mai-san."

The girl nodded to the young lady and stepped into the study the door clicked softly behind her, signaling no further disturbance, as she ventured in taking a seat in the soft brown leather chair across from her father's desk. Waiting for her father to finish the telephone conversation as he noticed she was ready to converse.

"You wished to see me Oto-san?" She straightened her skirt and neatly folded her hands in her lap.

"Ah, my baby, your ojisama has asked if you could visit him in the morning, providing you leave tonight." He came around and kissed her on her forehead.

"I do have school you know?" She gently reminded her father of this known fact.

"You will be transferring schools in the morning he has taken care of everything." He smiled as he sat on the edge of his desk.

The young girl set her light jade eyes to glare at her father, sending chills up the older man's spine.

"Which school, Oto-san?" Her voice was low she had an inkling as to where her 'uncle' was sending her.

Her father went to the other side of his desk preparing for the worst "Ouran Koukou." He half questioned.

She hung her head, her shoulder length black hair curtained her face, the low lights shadowing her eyes as they closed.

"You two are still set to have me marry, I thought I asked the both of you to stop." She clinched her hands into a tight fist.

"It will be for the good of the family my heart, and I want to see you happy." Daichi took a chance and rubbed his daughter's arm.

With a sigh she closed her eyes and let out a slow meditative breath, "What good is it going to do, he doesn't care for me, and I told you father that I would wish to marry if the intended loves me." She lifted her head and her face scrunched as she recalled the last time she saw her, betrothed.

"How can you be so sure, you haven't seen him in what two years?" He crouched down lifted her chin and smiled softly at his only daughter.

"You didn't see him distance himself, three years ago.' I will do this for you, I promise on one condition, if he doesn't love me I will head back here, to take care of Oka-san, and no more will be discussed about it." She waited for his agreement, returned the smile, excused herself and went back to her room to prepare for a very long day ahead.

~Next morning Ootori mansion, Bunkyō, Tokyo, Japan~

A black limo pulls out of the drive, and another pulls up. Sayuri stepped from the car, climbed the stairs, large front doors already awaiting the heiress's arrival. A maid quickly answered saying that she was expected and showed her right to the study of one, Ootori Yoshio.

"Welcome, it has been a while hasn't it my dear?" The older man greeted the young woman who bowed her greeting.

"Yes ojisama it has, how have things been? I have heard that your businesses are doing very well." She smiled as she kissed his cheek he offered her a seat. He took a seat next her.

"My dear Sayuri, you become lovelier each time I see you." He nodded proudly.

"Flattery won't help you out of this one ojisama, I know what you and Oto-san planned this marriage again." She smiled slyly at the head of the Ootori household.

"Sayuri - chan, you and my son are a beautiful couple, I would only wish to see the two of you…"

"Content so in the future we will inherit the companies of both Nanami and Ootori, furthering enhancing the Ootori Empire. Yes?" she finished for him.

Knowledgeable, beautiful, strong-willed, and outspoken when needed, yes she is the perfect choice. The senior Ootori was shocked to say the least of her confession, but respected her for her keen insight of things. The heiress of the Nanami Security and Intel and the Ootori head sat and caught up on business for a few more minutes.

Sayuri had been shown to the guesthouse on the Westside of the main mansion, to freshen up and make her way to the school. Refreshed and dress in normal attire she sent her driver to rest as she took Yoshio-ojisama's other driver to take her to the school.

~At Ouran Koukou – Music Room 3~

The room was filled with guest, everyone was busy as it was close to Halloween once again, as talk of costumes were high on the guest list. Who was going to be what – that was serious topic of discussion today.

All the Host were occupied with their clients as they seemed to make them squeal with delight, more than normal it seems.

Fujioka Haruhi couldn't fathom the excitement the girls seem to conjure out of thin air,

"I just don't understand it, I would rather take the time to study." She announce bemused, to no one in particular.

"That is because they all are hopeful in attending the masked ball we have planned in a few days." Kyoya replied as he jotted notes in his present black ledger.

"It still seems pretty pointless, Kyoya -sempi can I ask you a question?" Haruhi, was hoping that she could avoid this one in particular.

"No, you may not, you are our top host, and if you do show I will cut your debt by one-third." Kyoya closed his ledger with a satisfied smile, as the 'princess' of Ouran grumbled her complaint. He went to his laptop to tend to other things regarding the club.

The guest started to file out as the member found their way towards Haruhi.

"Haruhi" The twin terrors Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin slipped up behind her speaking in unison,

"We have a request." Started the younger of the two.

"You will let us design a costume for you." The eldest finished.

"No. The last time you guys got me in one… just no." Haruhi walked past them as she headed to the kitchen to clean the dishes used from the day.

"My darling daughter, I would like to accompany you to the mask ball." Tamaki eavesdropped on the conversation, once more.

Haruhi scowled in the blonde's direction, immediately sending him in the corner.

"Haru – chan what are you going to be?" Huni chimed in as he hugged his friend, almost knocking her down in the process.

"Well, Huni -sempi I hadn't decided since I am being forced to go." She pondered for a moment tapping her finger on her chin in thought.

The door opened as all turned to see whom the person stepping in the doorway might be coming in after Host hours.

In the doorway stood Sayuri, she had a lavender dress, with a cashmere sweater of the same color, the knee length skirt was edged in a decorative lace, as well as purple ballet flats. Kyoya look over the top of his laptop and stared in shock as Sayuri was greeted by the other host members. With the exception of Haruhi who looked at her in wonder.

"Yuri- chan! When did you get in town?" Huni – sempi hugged the girl as she easily caught him from knocking her down, the twins were next giving her double hug and each a kiss on the cheek.

Mori –sempi was shocked as well, patting her on the head with a slight smile. Tamaki took her hand in his kissing the back of her hand and pulled her into a gentle hug – which surprised everyone.

"Thank you, I am happy to see you all well." She smiled as she welcomed the normal attention they gave her.

Sayuri knew each one personally and they have been friends for a long time, with Tamaki being the oldest friend, she was their sister as they her brothers, minus Kyoya.

"Haruhi, I would like to introduce Nanami Sayuri, we knew each other when I lived in France." Tamaki led her over to the petite brunette.

Sayuri was a half head taller than she and she bow to the young girl who then stopped and looked at her closely.

"Oh my." Sayuri said with a giggle, "I apologize I didn't realize… I do hope we can be good friends, I see you have these gentlemen to keep an eye on you yes?" Sayuri bowed once more and announced the reason for her being there.

"I have come to attend school here I will be in Tamaki- ni- kun and Ootori – san's class." She nodded and tilted her head to the side.

"Kyoya why don't you come over and say hello to Sayuri- chan?" Tamaki called over his shoulder.

The dark haired man, pushed his glasses up, and closed his laptop. Getting up from his seat he straightened out his tie and walked over to the group. Sayuri turned to face him as he approached, smiling sweetly as he came near. Her heart thundered in her chest but she didn't show it,

He is more attractive than I last remembered, Her thought was drifting as she went to bow but found herself carried over Kyoya's shoulder and into the kitchen behind her.

"Put me down! Ootori- san!" she tried to wiggle free but it was no use.

"Kyoya!" The twins and Tamaki called after him.

"Kyoya- sempi!" Haruhi did the same.

Mori and Huni didn't bother getting into it.

They all went to the door but it slammed in their faces, just as quickly locked. Kyoya place the girl down, she took a second to fix her dress and move her long hair out of her face. The tall man looked at her and frowned, quite unsure where to begin.

"Why are you here and that is in reference to Tokyo, let alone Ouran Koukou?" He was mad, very rarely does he lose his temper but seeing her here it flared, Kyoya quickly clamed after his initial outburst.

"Ojisama sent for me, I have already spoken to him and Oto-san about this, but this was something that Oto-san asked of me." She was hurt, he didn't want anything to do with her, and it was very clear that she will be heading home soon.

She had been calling his father uncle since they were children, "This what? Why would he send for you?" he pushed his glasses up once more.

"They expect us to become married your Oto-san doesn't know that I am talking to you about this. I am well aware that you dislike me, 'why I don't know'."

"I did promise to keep my word - to at least my Oto-san, which I would stay here to see how it will turn out." Sayuri was fighting to keep the tears that stung her eyes back she cleared her throat and continued.

"Don't worry I will be gone in a few days you won't have to worry about me, I will give you the same courtesies you show me." Angry and hurt Sayuri made sure she was presentable once more before she reached for the lock of the door, she turned the knob, and the whole host club came crashing in the room at her feet.

With a forced giggle, she excused herself as the men surrounded her once more gathered themselves and began pulling her to the sofa for a cup of tea.

Haruhi entered the kitchen as Kyoya was still standing looking out of the window, "Kyoya – sempi, are you alright?" she asked cautiously.

With a quick turn and smile in place Kyoya stated that he was fine and left the kitchen soon after.

"Yeah, sure you are tono-kage." The short brunette mumbled.

Kyoya saw her sitting with the others trying her best to get away from them,

"Boys I do need to leave I am very tired, the ride here from home was exhausting. I didn't receive much sleep I had to be here early and tour the building, I will see you all soon I promise I will throw together a little party." Sayuri gathered herself as she headed to the door.

"YAY, Are you cooking Yuri- chan?" Huni asked as he hugged Usa- chan tighter. When Sayuri nodded she would he started to dance about the room with his bunny in hand.

"Ah ni-san, Votre père m'a dit de vous dire salut." She waved exiting the room closing the door behind her.

Stopping when he saw Kyoya watching her from the near the kitchen.

"Kyoya what did you do to her." Huni stepped up to Kyoya looking like he dropped a slice of cake, he knew that the two of them were to be married, now he was just concerned for his friend.

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you are talking about Huni-sempi." Kyoya watched as she left the room, and slowly turned his attention back to his previous work, he sat and continued clicking away on his laptop, without another word.

~Front gates of Ouran heading to Ootori mansion~

"I think I will find another place to live, if I can just make it through the holidays then I can go home for the coming year. That should be plenty of time to satisfy Oto-san." The raven-haired girl thought aloud as she entered the limo taking her back to the Ootori home.

Pulling out her cell she called a family friend who could help her find a place, once she was satisfied that she could move within a few days time she hung up and found that she was already being let out to head inside the Ootori guesthouse.

Kyoya wasn't far behind, he immediately when to his room and tackled his studies, and after about thirty minutes he found he could barely concentrate on it.

Seeing Sayuri was shocking, how he reacted twice was even more shocking. Sometime later, he was summoned to his father's study.

Sayuri knows much, how did she know I hadn't spoken to Oto-san already? He focused on getting through the meeting with his father as he slipped his mask on upon entering the study it chipped slightly when he saw who was in the study as well.

The older Ootori stood greeting his son, "Ah, yes Kyoya look who is paying us a visit." He gestured to the tall backed leather chair in front of him.

Sayuri stood and turned slowly to face Kyoya, she had the sweetest smile on her face- once more, she walked around the chair and was now standing before him, she looked up into his lens covered steel grey eyes and frowned. Sayuri stood on her tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his cheek, whispering into his ear.

"I found a place I'll be out of your sight soon." Her breath hot against his skin sent an oddly pleasant feeling throughout his body.

She spoke up as if she said had not just been whispering to him, "Ah, Kyoya –kun it has been a while." She reached for his hand and laced her delicate fingers with his as she turned to face the senior Ootori.

The older man smiled with acceptance, "Yes you two will be a beautiful couple."

"Oji… Oto-san I think Kyoya-kun and I will go out for a while, to get better acquainted once more, yes?" The girl smiled and started to pull the third son to the door.

"Yes I couldn't have suggested a better option." He sent the two on their way.

Once out in the hall and the door securely closed behind them, Sayuri released her hand from his, pulled a lace handkerchief from her skirt pocket, and wiped her lips and the side of her face that touched Kyoya.

"Worry not Ootori – san, I will be gone soon, but for the sake of pretend lets go in the same car then in separate cars and separate places, ne?" she stated in hushed tones never looking him, Kyoya nodded his agreement as he once more watched her walk away.

To say she was disgusted with him or even repulsed was by no means the sudden 360 she did once out of the study. No that she wasn't, she didn't feel that way at all, she wanted nothing more than to have his love, but it wasn't meant to be.

Her thoughts of Ootori Kyoya were, he hated her. As to keep her word, Sayuri stated earlier that she would show him the same courtesies of distain he has shown her for the past few years.

It's his own fault, an Ootori is not supposed to have feelings, he come to care for her years ago and it scared him. He was not supposed to feel, she was just a childhood friend nothing more.

~Summer two years ago~

Kyoya brought his summer school work with him and Sayuri wanted to get a bit of a swim in, she had a new three-piece bathing suit and she liked the way it looked. She grew into her woman's body the summer before last, and had been the center of attention from several other well to do boys at the resort they were staying.

The red and black Chinese inspired outfit had been made according to how she designed it, the piping was bright red as well as the accents, the bottoms were piped with the same red and the boy shorts that went over the bottom was piped just along the top of the shorts. It was a very attractive outfit.

Sayuri saw Kyoya sitting under an umbrella working on his laptop.

"Kyo-chan, you're really going to do homework right now?" She asked exasperated behind his lounge chair.

He looked up over his shoulder and was stunned to see his friend looking quite so… cute. She leaned closer inspecting the work he was doing on the screen.

"Yes, I needed to get a few things done, before the new semester starts up again, why don't you go on ahead and I will catch up."

Sayuri looked back at Kyoya as he looked at her with such a cute face her light jade eyes making his heart skip a beat, she straightened up and walked over to the pool she was blushing and didn't want him to see. He watched her hips sway slightly, he took it for he didn't think she knew she was doing it. Something inside him stirred and unsure of this sudden change he stuffed it away for later.

Not too long after he was just finishing up as he went in search of Sayuri. He saw her sitting on the other side of the pool kicking her feet in the cool water, she looked up and saw him standing there looking at her, she waved for him to come over and her wrist was suddenly caught by one of the older boys who pulled her from her seated position to her feet.

Anger filled him as he ran around the pool to her rescue the boy was holding her face with one hand – which was dangerously close to kissing her, and still held her wrist securely in the other. Kyoya grabbed the boy's hand that held her wrist, and politely ask he release her.

"That was a big mistake, little boy." The boy growled attempting to close the distance with Sayuri once more.

Kyoya stepped between the two and the boy let her go but only long enough to throw a punch that landed on Kyoya's jaw knocking his glasses from his face and into the pool. Kyoya braced himself as his eyes went dark he pushed Sayuri out of harm's way, behind him.

Kyoya put a hand up halting the older boy from advancing further, "No, you see the mistake was you putting your hands on what is mine." In addition, Kyoya sent the boy off his feet and flat on his back in one hit.

Sayuri looked at him confused, 'Did he say, what is his?'

Kyoya turned and asked if she was ok holding her shoulders, he was trembling slightly she nodded and looked at his reddened jaw.

"Your glasses…" She pointed out and looked him in the eye, "You look better without them, thank you for saving me." And she kissed the spot he had been hit, his body grew warm and the feelings he had over the past few moments confused him, the spot she kissed grew hot as it lingered still.

He blinked and she was gone, he heard the splashing of water to his left and saw a black figure going to the bottom of the pool. He knelt over the side and the figure came back to the surface. Clutched in her fist was his glasses, she handed them to him and smiled brightly, water dripped off her cute face and down her neck, a cool breeze blew as he noticed her body more.

Kyoya watched as the water droplets raced down her black suit and her skin – after she lifted herself from the pool to sit on the edge once more. He found himself startled of the new feelings that coursed through his body and left quickly, leaving a saved girl confused by the sudden departure of one Ootori Kyoya.

That was the last time either of them spoke – treating her coldly and avoiding her, and the last time he had been in close proximity of Nanami Sayuri.