The first time the love of my life spoke met me, she hated my family.

That day, my car was late, and, for some reason, I couldn't sit still. In class, I was mentally scolding myself to stop moving. I was only able to work it off a bit at Gym Class.

Instead of waiting, I decided to walk around in the city. I never really went out, and this was a good chance to get the bearings of the city that I never really had.

So I walked. Eventually I made it to a small family store that sold clothes. I purchased the basics and changed from my uniform which obviously displayed my wealth and status. I changed and then went on my way.

I walked down the street. People with 9 to 5 jobs pushing past me and towards the train. I have never ridden on one, so I got on. I saw one man panting as he ran up to it, getting in before the doors shut.

The train was noisy, people on phones ignored the rules and continued chatting. I saw the occasional molester, groping excited house wives.

Then I saw her.

She wasn't....Particularly gorgeous, nor was she NOT attractive. She was very pretty, just....average.

Almost too average.

I watched her, her hair swishing below her hat. The train hit a bump and everyone lurched forward. The girl hit a mans back and softly apologized.

I squinted closer and saw her palm his wallet.

Everyone got off and I followed the girl. Why would she ever need to steal someone's wallet? She looked well fed. Her clothes looked fine. She looked....average. Not poor, not rich.

She walked down the street and tossed the wallet in the drain after taking the cash. She walked to a run down tea store and purchased a bag of earl grey. All that for a bag of tea?

I tailed her. She walked a little up the street and went into an old maternity store. She purchased some baby clothes and diapers. Was she a teenage mother?

I finally understood when we made our last stop. A young woman, face bruised and beaten, was sitting outside, her baby to her tear. The thief handed the tea and clothes to her and walked off.

I followed her a bit more, her shoes clicking against the road.

Finally, I said, "Why did you steal?"

She stopped walking and turned around, face screased in worry, "How long have you been following me?!"

"Since the train station."

"Wh-Who are you?!" She demanded.

I looked into her eyes. They were fierce.

"Kyoya Ootori."

She gaped, "Th-The super rich guys?"

I smiled a bit. Still a commoner. No respect until they find someone they can milk dry.

"Yes," I smirked.

"You're family's disgusting," she said lowly.

I almost lost my composure. She glared at me, "You don't know what you did did you?"

I didn't say anything at first but then I said calmly, "Whatever my family did is not part of my decision."

"Do you know where we are? What neighborhood this is?"

I feel an ominous sensation. She was angry. I could see it, hear it, FEEL it. She held some sort if grudge towards me.

"No."

She grit her teeth, "This is the Yokogawa neighborhood!"

I felt my stomach tighten. My eyes flickered to the abandoned Ootori factory standing above the neighborhood. Due to a machine malfunction, the Ootori Medical Instrument Manufacturing company exploded. It trapped half of its workers inside. All of them were from the Yokogawa neighborhood.

"My mother worked there...." She whispered. "She was a secretary! And your family.... They didn't even send an adequate check.... haha...."

She looked into my eyes, "You can say that I have dirty money, but your money is even dirtier."

She turned around. I grabbed her arm, "Wait-"

She shoved me off of her, "Let go!!"

She had tears in her eyes, "Prove to me!"

I stepped back, "What?"

"Prove to me that you're not like the rest of your family! Prove to me that you actually care about human emotion...."

Tears streamed down her face but she angrily wiped them away.

I looked around. What could I possibly do to prove to this girl that I'm not a monster?

I sighed. Only one option came to mind. I cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

She tasted sweet and sour. Like cranberries. It was refreshing. I found myself pushing into this half-hearted kiss. She tasted delicious.

She didn't do anything. She just stood there wide eyed. Her heart could be heard, pulsing in not only her ears, but mine as well. I put my hand on the back of her head.

'This flavor.... This taste.... It's like a high.... If I could sell this.... I'd be rich....'

I didn't know how long I stood in the middle of that street, holding that girl's head and tasting her sweet lips. I didn't know if someone walked past us.

I didn't know the chaos one little kiss could bring.

I finally pulled away and said, "Well?"

She blushed darkly, "Wh-What was that for?!"

"Proof," I said briefly. I sat up straight and smiled softly at the cute girl in front of me.

She looked away, "You... You're looking down on me..."

"What reason would I have to look down on you for?"

"I still don't believe that you are ignorant of what happened to this place. After the explosion... Everyone lost their jobs and those tragedy checks.... They did nothing... My dad is a janitor... He worked at that factory too... I could have been an orphan... All because of what your family did."

She turned on her heel and walked away.

I touched my lips. Her beautiful taste faded away quickly. To me, her mouth was soft and slick, her lips were slightly dry, and her taste was incredible

I wanted to kiss her again.

~~~

"Uhh.... Ootori-sempai?"

I turned my head to the first year. It was uncommon for such a young girl to request me. I smiled, "Yes?"

"The chairman wants to see you."

I looked at Tamaki who shrugged. I packed my bags and walked across the ridiculously large campus. After climbing two flights of stairs, I made it to the top: Third Floor, Chairman Suoh's office.

I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked inside. In the chair, in front of Chairman Suoh's desk, was an unfamiliar face. He looked upset, but a bit smug at the same time.

"This is Mr. _____(l/n)_____. He's a janitor here."

I looked into the custodian's eyes, "And?"

"His daughter was swarmed by the paparazzi this morning. They found a photo of you and her kissing in the Yokogawa Neighborhood," said the Chairman. My throat went dry. The Chairman rubbed his temples, "At his demand, he would like to speak with you privately."

The Chairman stood up an left the room, giving me a wary look. As soon as the door closed, the janitor stood up, "So, I'm here to blackmail you."

"What?"

"You marry my daughter, and I won't file sexual harassment charges. It would look bad if the Ootori's youngest son molested a girl from Yokogawa."

I stare at him for a while, "Marry?"

"You stole my little girl's first kiss you know. That breaks a girl. Also, my family needs the money. __________ can't keep going to public school anymore."

"....Fine. But on one condition."

He sat up straighter, "Yeah?"

"I'm going to give you an old letter with instructions to pick up some antique furniture in a storage. The furniture will be worth a fortune. Tell the press you found it in an old box or something. You're now a millionaire."

He smirked, "I love dirty money."

~~~

The wedding was entirely legal. My father approved of the arrangement. He thought it would be good for the Ootori family to make amends with the Yokogawa neighborhood.

I didn't care about any of that. I would have said no and then terminated their family.

That is, if it was anyone but her.

___________'s mouth was delicious. It tasted like fruit. Sweet, soft and silky.

And I got to taste it whenever I wanted.

The press got bored with the story, an ignored us for the most part. However, there were scandals here and there that claimed that __________ was pregnant or that I was beating her.

The nerve of those fucking bastards. How dare they insult ___________ and me?

"Kyoya?" she said behind me. _________ was attending Ouran now, and lived  "Something wrong?"

"No, I'm just a bit upset that the car is late."

"Oh..... Kyoya?"

"Yes?"

"What do you think.... Mori thinks of me?"

I stopped. I looked at her, she was blushing.

"He despises you."

She looked down, "Why?"

"You annoy him."

"But what did I-?"

"He's just a brainless idiot!" I snapped. I looked away so she couldn't see my face. Anger rose in my throat.

"Kyoya...."

I grabbed her and looked into those pooling (e/c) eyes. My grip on her shoulders tightened. I locked lips with ___________. Her soft mouth providing that wonderful high that I craved constantly.

"Ky-Kyoya-"

"Shut up," I growled. My tongue carressed her gums. Why did she taste so addicting?

"Kyoya! Please!" she cried, tears in her eyes.

I pulled away and held her by her chin, "I bought you. You are MINE. I can do whatever I want with you right?"

"Wh-What-?"

I whispered in her ear, "That's right. I own you. I bought you with my dirty money. You do what I tell you."

"Kyoya....."

"Kiss me...."

She walked back a bit, stepping away from me, "What are you doing....?"

I stepped towards her, "You do what I tell you. When I tell you to breathe, you breathe. When I tell you to eat, you eat. When I tell you you're mine, you are mine."

"Shut up! What the hell are you talking about?!"

I grabbed her wrist, "Do you understand?"

"L-Let go!" she yelled, tears in her eyes.

I grit my teeth. She was mine. She was ONLY mine. The bitch.... She was mine.