Kyoya x Reader

Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya x Reader.

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1. Pianist

(y/n) walked along the corridors of Ouran Academy. She wore the male uniform, but the pants were pulled up to her knees, and her top and jacket had been fitted to her breasts. She noticed that every music room in the school was filled with chatty students. None of them were using the expensive instruments that sat in the classrooms. Eventually, she came upon Music Room Three. Inside was the Ouran High School Host Club. The club had hired her to be a regular music performer for when they were in session. She had left class a little early to set up, so she expected the room to be empty. But when she opened the door, the Host Club was there. Tamaki looked up, and upon seeing the female, his facial expression became an attempt to be seducing. He ran over to (y/n) and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in.

"What a beautiful young maiden. So, what are you here for today? The Host Club is closed right now," Tamaki said with a smile.

He leaned in, but she immediately grabbed his arms, pushing him off of her and putting him in a hold with his arms behind his back. 

"I'm gonna have to ask you to not do that," she growled, letting him go.

Tamaki was white as a ghost, astounded that his seduction had no affect on her. Hikaru and Kaoru started laughing like no tomorrow.

"I don't think I've ever met a girl with the balls to kick Tamaki's ass like that! Thank you, for bestowing this act of infinite hilariousness upon us. We bow to you," the twins joked.

"This is the new music performer I hired, Tamaki. Apparently she is a whiz at the piano just like you, and has performed in many different competitions, parties, and other things like that," Kyoya said.

"Hey. I'm (y/n) (l/n). I would've brought my piano, but Kyoya here told me that you have one," (y/n)'s scowl disappeared.

"Yes, we have one. It's right behind that curtain. I can have someone take the drapes down,"

"Nah, I can just move them aside for now, after all, you'll be starting your session in a few minutes anyways," (y/n) replied. 

Suddenly, the twins of the Ouran Host Club raced up to her."Hi, we're Hikaru and Kaoru, it's nice to meet you," they said in unison.

"Likewise,"

(y/n) was about to speak again, but realized that someone was tugging on her pants.

"Hi, I'm Honey. I was wondering why you're wearing a male uniform if you're a girl," Honey said with puppy dog eyes.

The other members looked awkward, and Mori walked up to Honey, whispering in his ear. "Honey, (y/n) is transgender," he said quietly.

(y/n) looked offended. "Um, yeah no, not trans. I just really don't like wearing dresses,"

At this new information, everyone was even more awkward. Mori immediately apologized, and she said it was fine. Walking over to the curtains, she used the large ropes to pull them aside.

"There, perfect," Noticing the grand piano, sitting in the middle of the stage, (y/n) became excited. "Holy crap, it's beautiful! I think I'm gonna have fun working with this piano,"

She sat down, playing a few keys to get warmed up.

"All right, if everything is in order, we can open up the doors to the Host Club," Tamaki said with a smile on his face.

Tamaki skipped happily over to the front doors, opening them to see a mob of damsel-in-distress girls. They all squealed at the sight of the pretty boy, and pushed their way in, trying to get to their appointments. Kyoya nodded at (y/n) , signaling to her to start. She started off slow, then speed. First she played Fantaisie Impromptu by Chopin. The music was fast, but soothing in a way. It went from fast, to slow, to fast all over again. Chopin's Fantaisie Impromptu was a work of art, and (y/n) was recreating that image with her magnificent paintbrush.
Next was La Campanella, composed by Franz Liszt. It was a beautiful work, and (y/n) honored the composer by playing his song. She was making sure that all of the composers of the classical music world were never forgotten. But no matter the song, she didn't miss a note. Even though the students were paying attention to the Hosts, all of them listened to her music. When she played Islamey by Balakirev, it brought an insane amount of tears to the eye, and by the time the session was over, even the Hosts were captivated.

Kyoya was a genius for hiring her. In fact, students that were walking by heard (y/n)'s music and came into the classroom. When it was time to go, everyone was sad, but they all begged the Hosts to let her stay. None of them could wait for her music. But none of the students at Ouran Academy gave a damn about classical music. But even someone as uninterested becomes entranced when a real expert comes to the table. The classical music genre was dying, and (y/n) was its life support. Once all of the Hosts' customers had left, (y/n) was all they could talk about. They praised her for her wonderful job, and thanked Kyoya for finding such an amazing pianist.

"Thanks. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a competition in a couple hours, so I've got to go," (y/n) answered.

"Well, school is over. I think that we should all go and support (y/n)," Tamaki said.

"That's a great idea!" Everyone agreed.

"You sure?"

The Hosts replied yes, and the group headed to Kyoya's family limousine. Everyone chatted while (y/n) practiced her piece over and over again. She used a notebook to 'play' on, and Tamaki watched her fingers. After a while, he spoke.

"What piece is that? I don't recognize it,"

"What?" (y/n) said, distracted. "Oh. Well, this competition is the Toru Takemitsu Composition Award. It's for young composers here in Tokyo, so all of the music you'll hear will be written. Wait, you play piano?"

"Yeah, I do. Definitely not nearly as good as you though," Tamaki answered.

"Thanks," (y/n) said.

They finally arrived at their destination. (y/n) checked in and went to the competitors' waiting room. After a while, the competition finally started. The Hosts squeezed into the last seats available, and the competition started. The first one up was obviously a beginner, with no chance of coming close to winning. He lost tempo almost immediately, and the judges all made a large X on their sheets. Young composers played and played, and the Hosts started to get bored. But then number six on the list walked out on the stage. The judges smirked, anxious for a real composer to play. Even the audience perked up, for everyone knew the name of (y/n) (l/n).

A man called out over the speakerphone; "Our Champion from last year, (y/n) (l/n), with the original song; Fallen Angel,"

(y/n) adjusted her stool before sitting down. She took a deep breath, and played. 

Just as she practiced, (y/n) started out slow. Using the high keys, she played a soft tune. It was a pretty sound, but it wasn't enough. The judges were starting to get bored. (y/n) could see them out of the corner of her eye. But instead of becoming nervous, she smirked. Playing a strong note, (y/n) made her way down to the way left side of the piano with lightning speed. As she started playing extremely fast, loud  notes, Tamaki understood the difference between the other competitors and (y/n). She was painting a picture in everyone's minds. The soft, high notes were an angel in heaven. When she moved down the keys to an Alto, she was showing the downfall of the angel. And the strong, loud, pounding of the keys (y/n) was doing now was the devil. The Satan in her musical story was showing his strength, punishing the fallen angel. A small tear dropped down Kyoya's face.

"Beautiful," he  whispered.

Tamaki grinned. People were starting to realize the intent of (y/n)'s music. Her music wasn't a song, it was a story. Suddenly, (y/n) started to play soft notes. She had one hand on the left side of the piano and the other on the right side. For a moment, Tamaki was confused. But then he understood. (y/n) was now expressing the sorrow of the angel. Her angel. The Fallen Angel.

Everyone  in the concert hall was sobbing. Everyone had felt the pain and sorrow the Fallen Angel was feeling. Even the judges were in tears. The whole reason (y/n) had started playing the piano was for this. She wanted to give the world music again. She wanted everyone to feel joy, sorrow, anger. Human beings had become cut off from everything else, missing out on what was truly beautiful.

(y/n) placed her finger on the piano, ending the song with a soft E. The note rang out through the hall. The note caused everyone to go silent.

(y/n) slowly stood up, sweat gleaming on her face. She smiled before bowing to the crowd. The audience slowly started to clap, standing up, shouting, begging for an encore. The applaud was loud enough to make you go deaf. (y/n) left the stage, the clapping and hooting continuing. The judges didn't stop anyone, because they were a part of the uproar. Once people finally calmed down, the competition continued. But no one was able to compare to (y/n) . By the end of the competition, (y/n) had won by a landslide.

She met up with the Hosts in the lobby, and they were very excited.

"You did so great!"

"The crowd loved you!"

"That was beautiful,"

(y/n) smiled. "Thanks. I think I did pretty well too,"

The Hosts agreed to treat her to dinner to congratulate her performance. They were going to take her to a fancy restaurant, but she said she was tired and wanted to go home. So they took her to the address (y/n) had given them and dropped her off.

"Wow, you live in a skyscraper, (y/n)?" Honey exclaimed.

"Well, It's an apartment building. I live in one of the floors,"

"But I thought you were rich," Tamaki asked.

" (y/n) is the author of several famous novels, and famous for her writings and speeches about human behavior. That's why she's able to go to Ouran. (y/n) has the same amount of money as a commoner, but her social standing is very high. I'm surprised none of you knew this already,"

"Exactly," (y/n) said.

"But why don't you live with your parents, (y/n)?"

"Well, I've been on my own for quite some time. My mother wasn't the best of guardians, so I decided to start living on my own. I was already making money for my books,"

She got out of the car, saying goodbye to her new friends.

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