Cat and Mouse (kyouta/kat)

[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]I[/style] t had been approximately two weeks since her last encounter with Kyouya Ootori; a fruitful meeting, to be sure, although not in any way that was immediately apparent to anyone outside of herself. Not to mention the fact that Kyouya himself had likely considered it more of a confrontation. She had said very little on the matter to her father, especially in terms of any fine details, as he appeared content leaving her to her own devices. Still - upon mention of the dinner invitation she had extended to Kyouya and his own father - it had pleased her to note the brief look of approval that had emblazoned itself across his normally severe, unyielding features. Perhaps he had already considered the potential of the Ootori group as allies, but as of yet had remained undecided as to the most appropriate manner in which to approach them? The Tonnerre's could not appear weak, and they were certainly not prepared to beg or grovel. In fact, she had gone about the affair in quite an elegant manner, and her father had obviously taken note of it. It was a triumphant moment for her, and the encouragement she drew from said victory lasted well into the evening, only serving to fuel her determination to win Kyouya over to her cause. "Lady Eclair, I do believe our honored guests have arrived." The slender brunette turned sharply at the voice of one of the young serving girls in her father's employ, following her gaze through the wide french-styled doors, to see a pair of headlights afloat in the distance. They appeared to be drawing nearer, and at a steady pace, which immediately caused Eclair to straighten her posture and take one last look about the foyer. Everything appeared as it should have. The quartz and marble floors had been polished to a bright shine, the crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow that permeated the room and fresh, exotic flowers sat in antique vases about the length of the corridors. A spectacular feast had also been prepared, courtesy of a network of gourmet catering businesses that had loyally served the Tonnerre's for many years. They had gone to every expense to ensure their guests were treated to an exceptional visit. One that would not forget. But it was not her role to persuade the senior Ootori. Her intention was to entertain Kyouya, and win him over by any means possible. Was that why she had chosen the backless emerald gown that hugged her curves in the most delightful manner? Or why she had chosen to wear her hair in a fashion that most flattered her delicate features and wide, expressive eyes? Perhaps it was shameful of her to bear such a copious amount of creamy, unblemished skin. But this was a game, and she'd never claimed to play by the rules. Besides, what man could deny such obvious assets at a woman's disposal? Considering his currently low opinion of her, that would not prove to be any easy feat. Even so, he still seemed reluctant to refuse her attention outright. There was still hope yet, but she would not get another chance. Shaking her from her reverie in time to see one of the maids hold open the door and usher in their guests, Eclair dipped into a practiced curtsy, aware of her father's intimidating presence alongside her. "We welcome you to our home. Please, allow us to escort you into the dining room ... where you may make yourselves more comfortable."

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[Kyoya Ootori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Excruciating hell was what this dinner invitation was going to end up like. It was going to be almost unbearable; being with her for the entire evening was not on his top ten things to do. However, the Ootori group was not out to make enemies, let alone enemies with a powerful family such as the Tonnerres. There was a pressure on him to make a good impression and his father had made him well aware of this fact. That was why Kyoya would just have to endure this social gathering. It was the second task in a level of this tiresome game. Kyoya was wearing his best, a simple suit and tie combo. He wore his signature glasses and smile that was reserved for events such as this. It was one that was reserved but still warm and inviting. The youngest Ootori had to keep this experience in perspective though. It was a good thing in the long run. Éclair was the mastermind behind it, but this did give him a way to know what the host club was doing. After all she still seems hooked on Tamaki and the club, but her interest wasn’t white but blacker. It was something he would keep in mind. Before leaving the family’s estate he adjusted his tie and stood before his father. As perusal, his father made sure they were all properly dressed, acting as if he was the Queen of England inspecting the royal army. Kyoya wanted nothing more than to want the duty his father had at this very moment and this dinner party would be the perfect place to show his father what he was capable of. There was no doubt in his mind as he stood there that this was going to gain him some ground with Éclair, and he suspected she was thinking the same thing. There had been many things on his mind, but without his little black book to write them down in, his mind was racing. It was almost concerning though, he had gone two weeks without that book, and he couldn’t think of where it could have gone. So many things were many things in that book that were not for the eyes of others. Sitting in the Limousine, he was a little restless thinking about it. Two weeks ago was his last encounter with Miss Éclair, which worried him. If she had gotten her hands on that book, he would be in a sticky situation. On the plus side, there wasn’t much about her in there, only the few key things he knew, and a nasty personal opinion, but he was sure she had already figured that out. After all if he had liked her, they would not be going to the Tonnerre estate for dinner. There would be no reason to ‘get close’ to one another if he already had her wrapped around his finger. The second year sighed inwardly. A good face is all that is needed to infiltrate the heart and soul of the Tonnerres; Or at least that of their daughter. Even if I have no intent on acting upon what I find and discover, it is always best to be covered at every angle. All life is, is a game. A game I can win single handily. They had reached the elegant and French looking estate of the Tonnerre group. He had to admit, it’s grand nature and elegance was beautiful. As he and his father were ushered into the foyer, he couldn’t help but smile. They had really gone all out to impress them. It would be hard to compete with when his father invited them over for a lunch or something in return. It was polite and expected, maybe he would offer a free spa resort trip to them, change it up. Though, Kyoya truly doubted his father would be spontaneous and change the regular offer. The black haired teen smiled at Éclair, who was clearly dressed to impress, as was he. His eyes didn’t fall on her though, as that of a normal teenaged boy’s would. Instead, his eyes landed on her father. Someone he had not met before, but only heard about. It was clear that this man was the head of the operation, his demeanor was rather menacing. His father however was the same way, and so Kyoya moved the gaze of his onyx eyes to the foyer. It was just as beautiful as the outside of the mansion, and he expected the dining room to be the same. Kyoya wouldn’t say it out loud but he was rather excited for the food. He did enjoy eating delicious meals and dishes. The tall teen was hopping for some traditional French cuisine. While thinking about the meal he was sure to enjoy, he stood in a rather cool looking stance, taking everything in. As much as he couldn’t wait for the meal and for the evening to get going, he knew it would be long and painful. Kyoya had barely listened to their pleasant introduction, but acknowledge it with a nod in their direction and followed them to the dining room. He simply adjusted his glasses and tie as they walked. The Japanese native wasn’t as nervous as someone of his calibre might be. Then again, he wasn’t a dime a dozen. Stay calm, cool, reserved and everything will go your way Kyoya. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 909
notes:[/font][/color] Woo, long post. My longest for him I think. Even though it took a while to get out I guess it was worth the wait, hope its okay. I think it drags in parts, OH WELL. Enjoy!
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