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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Nineteen

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Nineteen: Mint for Virtue

Summary: (Y/N) runs into someone unexpected at the mall.

Okay, errands are run…I have some spare change, maybe I can get myself a new book. Ana Huang’s latest book has come out. I could buy that. Yeah. (Y/N) smiled to themself as they walked through the mall. That’ll be good— (Y/N) paused as they spotted the one person they had never expected to see in a regular mall.

“Kyoya?”

Kyoya looked at (Y/N).

“What are you doing here?” they asked.

“Tamaki,” said Kyoya.

“Hm.” (Y/N) nodded. Honestly, the word “Tamaki” could explain everything almost all the time, especially the strange situations the hosts got into.

An irk mark appeared on Kyoya’s forehead. “He didn’t even give me my phone or wallet.”

“So you’re stuck here?” said (Y/N).

“Unfortunately,” said Kyoya. “Tamaki couldn’t even be bothered to tell me where he was going.”

“Well, you can use my phone to call your driver, or I can loan you some money for a cab,” offered (Y/N).

Kyoya looked at them. “You don’t have to spend money on me.”

“You’re my friend, and you need help,” said (Y/N). “It’s not an issue.”

“I would pay you back,” said Kyoya.

“You’re too polite not to,” said (Y/N), smiling. They trusted him.

Kyoya’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he heard the words. “Thank you—” His stomach growled, and they both paused.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Maybe we should grab some food before sending you home.”

Kyoya sighed. He was really going to owe (Y/N) after this.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere a bit fancier?” asked (Y/N).

“I’m not going to have you spend more money than necessary on me,” said Kyoya as they stood in line at the fast food shop in the food court. He smiled coldly at (Y/N). “In fact, for all the trouble, I’ll have Tamaki pay you back, as well.”

Poor Tamaki, thought (Y/N). “Thank you, but it’s no trouble. This is a fast food place. It’s not putting a dent in my money.” My savings, anyways. My little bit of free money? Yikes…

“He’ll pay you back ten times over,” said Kyoya.

Oh, dear. “Okay,” said (Y/N), giving up the fight and going to order. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know how to order here,” said Kyoya. “Get anything.”

“Two burgers and medium fries, please,” said (Y/N), smiling at the cashier.

The cashier looked up and saw Kyoya. (Y/N) recognized the blush that appeared on her cheeks.

“Thank you for your order!” She beamed at Kyoya. “Would you like some dessert? There’s a brand-new item—”

“No dessert for me,” said Kyoya, bored.

“How about our new milkshake?” she continued, still trying.

“I said I don’t want any,” said Kyoya.

Poor retail worker, thought (Y/N). “Thank you.”

The receipt came out, and, soon enough, so did their food. As they picked it up, Kyoya saw a scrawled note on the receipt, and Kyoya narrowed his eyes. A phone number. Carelessly, he crumpled it up and threw it away as (Y/N) grabbed a table. He had no use for that. He wasn’t interested in anyone but (Y/N).

“Hm.” Kyoya regarded his hamburger after taking a bite.

“Not to your tastes?” said (Y/N), amused.

“It’s a gift. I won’t complain,” said Kyoya.

Aha, so he would if it wasn’t a gift. (Y/N) sweat-dropped. That’s Kyoya. “Well, once you’re done eating, I can give you money for a cab and you escape for the sake of your ‘taste.’ ”

“What are you planning to do?” asked Kyoya.

“I was going to take a look at the market,” said (Y/N). Not that I have money left to do that. “But I might head home.”

“What if we walk around?” said Kyoya. “With my name, we can put anything you want aside and come back once I have my wallet to get it.”

“Kyoya, you’re paying me back for food,” said (Y/N). “You’re not paying for books or trinkets or whatever else is here. That’s on me. I’m independent.”

“Are you sure?” said Kyoya.

“Yes,” said (Y/N). “I don’t want you to continuously spend money on me.” They were independent. They were ambitious. They were going to make their own money. They appreciated gifts, but they didn’t need to be continuously spoiled by their friends. That was fine with them. “But thank you for the offer. We can still walk around, if you want?”

“That would be nice.” Kyoya respected them too much to push. They were their own person, after all. He liked to gift them things—the denim romper looked amazing on them—but he wouldn’t go too far. He would never cross (Y/N)’s boundaries.

Besides, as long as he got to spend time with (Y/N), he’d be satisfied.

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“Small businesses are so interesting,” said (Y/N). “To see people love something so much that they want to make something out of it…it’s inspiring.” They smiled.

“I don’t see much of this,” said Kyoya. “My family and the families of my peers, they all order things from larger companies. Reliable.”

“But less personal,” said (Y/N). Kyoya inclined his head in acknowledgement. “I suppose it’s all a balance.” They examined a piece of pottery. “I mean, reliable is good, but new ideas come from—”

“Hey, watch where you’re looking,” said the old man running the stall. “Shoo, shoo. This is too valuable for some kid to look at or, worse, touch.”

(Y/N) straightened and flinched back. Kyoya narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Honestly, the amount of ignorant window-shoppers who try to paw my merchandise,” grumbled the man.

“Oh, my,” said a woman, looking at the pottery. “Is this Shoin Komatsu’s work? How odd to see them here.”

Instantly, the man’s attitude changed, and he beamed at her. “What good eyes you have, madame!”

(Y/N) sighed and rolled their eyes. Their age and class caused people to be condescending, and this was one of the examples.

“As a matter of fact, they are a bit too high-quality for a venue such as this,” continued the man.

Kyoya raised a brow. This vendor wanted to disrespect (Y/N)? Very well. Kyoya would handle it appropriately.

The man continued without any knowledge that Kyoya was planning his downfall. “They’re so valuable that the Komatsu family kept them out of the public eye for generations—”

“They’re counterfeits, madame,” said Kyoya smoothly.

“What did you say?!” cried the man in both shock and offense—obviously, Kyoya was right.

“The blue of this dish looks extremely similar to the kind Shoin Komatsu produces, but the base differs in gradation, and this coating is too clean,” said Kyoya, beginning to take apart the pieces of the vendor’s scam. He flipped the bowl over. “Ah, as I thought. The signature at the bottom has somewhat different strokes than the original.” He looked up at the terrified vendor. “Of course, if it is genuine, then you surely have a certificate of authentication. Shall we get someone to verify?”

“I—Well—the certificates are all kept back at the store,” said the man hastily.

“Fair enough. If that’s the case…” Kyoya smirked. “My family has known the Komatsu family for years. If you don’t mind, I’ll put in a call and have my men look into it right away.”

The vendor was trapped by his lies. Kyoya had won. It didn’t take long for the people in charge of the market to escort him out, and the older woman was grateful enough to bow formally to Kyoya, who waves her thanks off with more humility than (Y/N) was used to him showing.

“It’s unusual for you to help someone like that,” said (Y/N). They smiled at Kyoya. “I’m glad you did, though.”

Kyoya certainly hadn’t done it out of the goodness of his heart—mostly, anyway. It was for (Y/N). They had been disrespected, and Kyoya had rectified that. He wouldn’t let the person he loved be treated so rudely. Besides, a low-brow scam like that was unacceptable.

However, Kyoya didn’t say any of that. Instead, he said, “That lady is the wife to the chairman of a large economics firm. I’d ever met her before, but by her kimono and ring, I figured she must belong to a reasonably good family. So it turned out alright.”

“Thank you again, young man,” said the woman, smiling. “Who would have thought I’d come across an Ootori here of all places? I’ll be sure to let my husband know how you helped. He’s been unsure about going to your resorts due to the distance from here, but I’m sure the resorts would do us good coming from such a polite family.”

“We’d be honored to have you,” said Kyoya, bowing his head and smiling as the woman walked off.

“So you did it to secure someone’s good favor?” said (Y/N).

“Business connections are made from good impressions and word of mouth,” said Kyoya, the trained response of someone used to being PR for his family coming out.

(Y/N) smiled and chuckled. “That’s true, but not everything you said was.”

Kyoya glanced at them. “Oh?”

“There was a crow around the vendor,” said (Y/N). “You couldn’t see the woman’s ring.” They smiled so knowingly at him that Kyoya was worried they were staring right into his soul. “Thank you all the same for helping.”

They understood why he’d done it. Kyoya faltered for but a moment, and then he cleared his throat to respond. “I—”

Bring! A loud ring sounded over the PA system, and everyone paused.

“Attention customers,” said the voice. “There is a lost child. Please be on the lookout for Kyoya Ootori. The missing child is Kyoya Ootori.”

(Y/N) and Kyoya paused and just stared at one another. Huh?

“His guardian, Mr. Suoh, is waiting at reception on the second floor,” continued the announcement. “Kyoya is 181 centimeters and wears glasses. He has on a patterned shirt and jeans. The child is currently penniless, and his guardian is extremely worried. If anyone spots him, please contact our staff immediately.”

People glanced at Kyoya strangely and began to whisper. It was strange, after all, for a young adult to be referred to as a child. It was possible, though, that there was something wrong with him…

A giant irk mark appeared on Kyoya’s forehead. “I’ll kill him!”

Poor Tamaki, thought (Y/N) again. He was in for quite the lecture (and punishment) from Kyoya.

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“Kyoya! Mon ami! I was so worried about you!” cried Tamaki as Kyoya approached reception. He ran towards his friend and jumped to hug him. Kyoya sidestepped and let him crash into the ground.

“You called me a child because you didn’t leave me my wallet?” said Kyoya, looking down at him coldly.

Tears came to Tamaki’s eyes. “I’m sorry! I was so worried!”

“Yeah, and we know how grouchy you get without sleep and food,” said Kaoru, shrugging.

“You could’ve been terrorizing the commoners,” said Hikaru.

“You’re scary in the morning,” agreed Honey, and Mori nodded.

A larger irk mark was appearing on Kyoya’s forehead. “I have better sense than that.”

“Don’t worry, he was fine,” said (Y/N), walking up.

“(Y/N)!” said Tamaki happily. “When did you get here?”

“I go to this market regularly,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I happened to find Kyoya.”

“You owe them money for lunch,” said Kyoya.

“But I didn’t get lunch with them—”

Kyoya glared at Tamaki.

“How much?”

(Y/N) chuckled. Kyoya held back a smile at the sound. Ah, well. Tamaki had caused him a lot of trouble, but at least he’d gotten time with (Y/N) out of it.

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