Author Note: All right, who all missed Silent Attraction after only one month?! This is going to be a lot more complicated than the first one, so I hope you can all keep up!

"Talking"
'Thoughts'

Plot © Emo-Shukun
OHSHC © Bisco Hatori

Chapter 01

Silent Attraction II

- Now -

"Mama, what was Papa like?" A little boy asked his mother who was working at her corner desk on a computer while looking over a few of her cases, but she paused at the question from her small child, and turned around to look at the little boy standing in the doorway of her study room. "I was curious because you never talk about Papa or nee-sama anymore like you do in your stories."

She smiled while placing the paperwork down to open her arms out for the boy who then scurried into her embrace and sat on her lap. "Well, Mama misses Papa and nee-sama a lot recently because it's her birthday soon. So is Mama and Papa's anniversary."
His soft grey eyes went wide with excitement, "can we celebrate nee-sama's birthday and Mama's Annie-verse-airy?"
Laughing heartily, her hands roamed the boy's stomach without mercy; tickling him, "of course we can," she answered.
"N-No Mama, p-p-please s-s-stop it!" The little boy laughed aloud and tried to fidget out of his mother's grasp. "Mama!"
After a good two minutes of his laughter, his mother stopped and merely held him in her arms before kissing the top of his head as she would always do. "You know I love you, right?" The boy nodded eagerly. "Good, now let's tuck you into bed now."

"Aww…" he did not want to go to bed yet, not after having so much fun. "Ten more minutes Mama, please?"

Enlightened soft brown eyes gazed into carefree grey orbs that pleaded for her to let him stay up for only ten more minutes for just one night, and she sighed in defeat before blowing a raspberry against his cheek, throwing him into even more fits of laughter as he tried to escape her embrace. The boy loved his mother dearly because of so many reasons; she would drop everything for him no matter how busy she was, she does everything around the house such as all of the chores, she teaches him what she knew about martial arts, and the best part for him was her giving birth to him. Being just like his mother, he would always get the best report cards compared to his classmates—compared to all students in his grade no less, because of all the help he received when he asked for it from his mother, but the early learning did not hurt all that much either. He knew very well that, once he grew up and graduated from school, he wanted to go to law school just like his mother, and accomplish just as many things that she did so that he could make his mother proud, but this was most definitely a secret from her so he could surprise her. Without the boy ever realizing that his ten short minutes were up, his mother picked him up in her arms, spun him around twice, and left the study room to head down the hallway to make an immediate turn to her left so that she could slip her little son into bed as quietly as possibly.

After he fell asleep, she smiled softly, "goodnight Takeshi."

An annoying ring entered into her mind to tell her that it was five o'clock in the morning already, so she shifted around her queen-sized bed and looked at her alarm clock before hitting the snooze button on it so that it would be quiet for just a few more minutes as she mentally stirred awake. One minute passed, five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed before she got up to stretch her tired bones before getting up to take a nice hot shower in her private bathroom where neither male households could interrupt her from having some sort bliss during the early morning. Twenty minutes later, she got out of her room once clothed in black pants and a with blouse that was not tucked in for now so that she could make breakfast for the two others that were sleeping soundly in their rooms; rooms that they were going to leave in about an hour once their alarm clocks sound off. The house was nice for commoners; two bedrooms, a master bedroom, a study room, two bathrooms, a family room, a kitchen and dining room put together, and they even managed to have a garage too, along with a front and backyard, and a side patio to work out their bodies on.

'I wonder why I dreamt about six years ago, it must have to do with going to Ouran today.' She sighed softly before someone came in, so she turned around to look at the intruder with a smile, "morning Lì, you should go take a shower before Grandpa does."
"…" His head nodded while it resting on his shoulder tiredly before turning around to head back into the family room until he heard his grandfather opening his door. "No, I'm taking one first!" He then ran to the bathroom that was next to the old man's bedroom.
"Fine, fine," the long redhead grumbled as he rubbed his face. 'It's too early to fight for the first shower.' He thought to himself, but then remembered how his grandchild took forever in the shower. "You better not use up all the hot water in the house this time boy!"
"Dad, be nice. Otherwise you can make your own breakfast." His daughter scolded as she stirred the miso soup a little longer until it was ready to be served properly to the family. "Anyways, let him wake up some more, he wants to transfer to Ouran, remember?"
"Ouran…" he hummed in thought, "that brings back so many memories, but I'm surprised that he isn't going alone like you did back when you were ready for high school." He smiled lightly. "Especially when both of his parents were rather independent, you know?"
"Yes, I do know. But as the saying goes, two negatives make a positive." She half laughed while pouring the soup into three bowls as her father turned on the little twenty-inch television on the counter to listen to the morning news."You don't even like the news."
"I know, but I heard that your cousin won a karate championship yesterday, so I wondered if he would be in the news today," his gentle brown eyes watched the weather report, and then it switched over to the championship game last night. "There he is Haruhi!"

Takeshi's mother, Fujioka Haruhi, turned to look at the little television and saw some about her height, tightening his obi. "There you have it ladies and gentlemen, the reigning Champion, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, has done it again! His twelfth win in a row!" She rolled her eyes at the victory he had and wondered if any of his victims had to be taken to the hospital because he could get carried away at some point. "It appears that his brother came in second place as well. Followed by their cousins, Morinozuka Takashi and Sato—" Haruhi turned off the television when seeing their faces; particularly after seeing a tall man with a woman at his side who was, as far as she understood, was his fiancée—though, she did not know if it was arranged by his parents or not, it was hard to tell.

"You know, you could call him," her father, Fujioka Ryouji, frowned softly at her, "I'm sure things would work out now."
"I haven't spoke with him for twelve years, so giving him a call now?" Her head shook, and her son walked in the room.
"Ah, miso soup!" Takeshi grinned as he washed his hands in the sink and came to the table to eat. "Thanks Mama!"
'You're more like your uncle than anything.' She thought to herself and laughed softly at this. "You're welcome Lì."

Fujioka Lì Takeshi.

He turned twelve years-old last week, and just in time for the new semester in Ouran Academy where he hoped he could participate because it was an elite school, and it was where his mother had went when she went to high school, but he wanted to try to get in for middle school with her permission. As expected, he was the son that Morinozuka Takashi never had the chance to see after his parents said that a normal commoner could not benefit to a family they tried hard to protect and keep a strong bloodline, which was a reason why they had taken Choko away from her when she was only five years old. Takeshi looked identical to his father and was already as tall as his mother, so in other words, he was a lot like his uncle, Morinozuka Satoshi—especially in his energy; despite that though, he would place his energy in his studies and would always be a gentleman whenever it counted. Breakfast was finished and he washed the dishes for his mother while she left the kitchen to get a coat while his transitive grandfather chose now to go take his mildly warm shower since the water did not have enough time to heat up after Takeshi's shower around forty-five minutes ago. It was about two or three years ago when he started to ask about things such as his father's side of the family, and he had no idea that he could sound so great even though he and his mother split up before his birth, but he wanted to wait awhile to know more.

"Lì, are you ready to go?" His mother asked as she grabbed her car keys from the drawer of the Chinese cabinet in the kitchen.
"Yeah, give me a minute!" Takeshi grabbed a paper towel to clean his hands and followed her to the door. "I'm ready Mama."

Haruhi parked in the parking lot and began to walk on campus with her son towards the offices that she used to know very well, and eventually led to the superintendent's office where a man was on the phone while waving at them to leave to come back later, but even so, this did not make them leave. The man continued to talk on the phone for an extra five minutes long before finally hanging up the phone and stating that he was too busy to be dealing with parents and their children right—hoping that this would make them leave and come back another time, but it did not make them leave. Takeshi did not understand why his mother was not turning around and coming back later as the superintendent had told them to do, but he could only hope that she knew what she was doing so that he would not get in trouble and manage to get in to Ouran Academy without any problems.

Haruhi sighed softly and shrugged. "Fine, fine, I understand oji-sama, we'll just leave and come back—"

"HARUHI-KUN?!" The superintendent jumped to his feet and looked at the woman. "IS IT REALLY YOU?!"
She smiled happily and waved casually, "don't worry, we'll come back next week, hopefully you won't be busy—"
"No, no, I just didn't expect it to be you! How are you? You haven't visited since you graduated!" The man beamed.
"Well," Haruhi nudged her son forth a little bit, "I've been a little preoccupied with my son and my job as a lawyer."

"Your… son…?" He looked at the boy who bowed.
"I'm Fujioka Takeshi, it's a please sir." Takeshi stated.
"I'm Suoh Yuzuru, what brings you to our Academy?"
"I want to enroll into middle school here." He bowed again.
"In middle school, huh?" Yuzuru asked the boy curiously.

"He has the highest grades in elementary, and I can cover his finance by semester," Haruhi crossed her arms lightly, "it's just the matter of acceptance from the offices and him taking a test to find out where he could be placed if things go that far for him."

"Well," Yuzuru leaned back into his chair and realized that the two did not sit down, "how about we start with you two having a seat in front of the desk?" After they did so, he laced his fingers against his lap. "Naturally we would say that you should wait till high school to enroll from a commoner—err, a public school." He smiled sheepishly. "However, because you are a part of a wealthy family, I don't see why not, but I'll take care of the finances for you Takeshi-kun, that way your mother will have some spare money."

"W-Wait, just like that?" Takeshi blinked in surprise. "Y-You'll let me enroll to Ouran Academy?!"
"No, no, you'll have to take the entrance exam of course." Yuzuru chuckled. "But who would've thought."
Confused by what the superintendent said lastly, and tilted his head as well, "is something wrong sir?"
"Nothing, it's just amazing that you're nothing like your parents in attitude, but clearly you're Mori-kun's son."
"Eh? You mean… you know my father?" He asked curiously, not hearing strangers talk about him.

Yuzuru smiled warmly and swayed his hand, "how about I go find you an entrance exam while your mother wonders the campus? I'm sure there's a specific room she would like to see while she's here." He stood up and stretched his stiffened back a little bit while he looked to the boy. "Come on Takeshi-kun, you can come help me look for them, your eyes are better than mine."

Takeshi got up and looked to his mother, "will you be okay Mama?"
Haruhi laughed softly and got up, "yeah, I'll be back in an hour for you."
"Okay, I promise I'll ace the entrance exams for you." He smiled happily.

Haruhi smiled with the nod of her head before turning away and walking out of the room to walk down the familiar hallways that she once walked when she was in high school, and it felt like nothing at the Ouran Academy had changed; not the sight of the floor or designs against the walls, and not even the smell. Her fingertips brushed against the rails of the stairways that she was walking up to enter the familiar room that she would enter so long ago, and eventually she made it to the Third Music Room that was unlocked to her surprise, so she peered inside to look around the room that seemed empty. She closed the door behind her and eventually noticed a man lying down on a couch by the grand piano to sleep in the morning rays of light while his father did boring schoolwork in his office that obviously did not have anything to do with him or his charms—yeah, she knew who he was. The woman knew that this man was an early riser, but he could easily get bored when there was nothing for him to do, so she leaned against one of the many pillars in the Music Room as she watched the blond-haired man sleep soundly with a teddy bear wrapped in his arms. Just the memory of it made her want to laugh, but she held it in and gazed over at the grand piano while her fingers tingled at the thought of playing it since she had learned under Tamaki when she was a second year student; that's why there was one in the family room. A quick mellow song would not stir the sleeping Prince though, so she took baby steps towards it and noticed that everything was prepped and ready, meaning that he had already played the piano this morning and was taking a nap as a break, she was glad.

Fingertips grazed the keys gently on the alto side, and began playing a graceful song that she had made up when her son was born.

The blond-haired man began to stir ever so lightly at the beautiful music that was gracing his ears, so he stretched exhaustedly on the couch to loosen up his body after lying on the couch for so long, but he could not seem to open his eyelids for some reason, causing him to whimper lightly. Haruhi knew that she was going to be caught by her old friend now, so she softly used her motherly tone and began lightly sing the song a little bit before going to humming the rest of the words because she was still pretty bad at singing—she was a lawyer, not an actress or singer; just a lawyer. Soon enough though, the man was sound asleep once again, allowing her to sigh in relief as she finished the song and closed up the grand piano so that he would know that someone was here while he was catching some beauty sleep, and her son poked his head in with a chipper smile. Takeshi came over and showed her the entrance exam that he just completed, revealing that he passed everything with such flying colors that he could skip first year of middle school and bump up to either a second or third, but she laughed and told him that it was best to take things slowly.

"Mama, can we celebrate?" Takeshi smiled. "I couldn't have been enrolled without you."
"Okay then, what do you want to do as a celebration?" She asked curiously as her hands were taken.
"How about we go to the Philippines or Singapore!" He tried to guide her out of the room quickly.
"Oh, that type of celebration," Haruhi laughed and thought about it, "how about we go to China?"
"Does that mean we can go to the city that I was born in?! Yes!!!" The boy cheered.
"Shh, the man is sleeping," she scooted her son out, "let's leave before he wakes."

After the two closed the door, the man stirred awake instantly and looked around confusedly, and then got up to go see his dad.

"Oh, so you two are going to China to celebrate? How interesting, my son was going there today on a business trip! Maybe you would like to go with him—we'll be in China for today and the weekend!" Yuzuru cheered happily when hearing the news.
"Today? I can't I have work to go to today, especially when because I get my paycheck tonight." Haruhi frowned at the older man.
"Well then, what do you plan on doing in order to go to China?" He pondered curiously, wondering how she would celebrate this.
"I'm sure my boyfriend will let us use a use a private jet after I get off work." The woman replied as she checked her watch.

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm confused." Yuzuru paused the conversation. "You have a boyfriend? Someone other than Mori-kun?"

Haruhi sighed at this and set her hand into her pocket, "you make it sound like I'm still with Takashi—but you forget we broke up after graduation." Her brown orbs glanced at her son before looking at the superintendent. "I know that it hurt him a lot, how things went down back then, but I saw on the news that he has someone else, and it means that I too can move on with my life."

This man the old man frown with displease to her decision of lying to herself; thinking that she could move on after giving birth to two of his children by being with another man, but it was obvious in her eyes that there was still a piece of her missing—it was a piece that only Takashi can put back. Takeshi also knew that his mother had never given up on his mother no matter how many years had passed by, which was why she had decided to receive a tattoo after given birth to her son, and so against her shoulder blades laid the name 'Morinozuka' with a dark violet-blue rose behind the kanji. It was true that his mother had been with a man for the past two years now who knew that he could not replace the void in her heart, but because the man accepted this and did not try to pull any stunts with his mother—and taught him some rough karate, Takeshi did not mind his mother dating him. Haruhi sighed lightly in a bit of frustration as she pinched the bridge of her nose while remaining calm as the two set of eyes continued to look at her, and just as she was going to speak, the door was knocked on and a familiar blond-haired man decided to peak his head inside.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were with a parent." The man called out.

"No, that's quite alright," Haruhi told him, not letting him on to who she was, "our conversation is over."
His brows fused curiously at the voice and came inside after closing the door, "you… sound familiar—do I know you?"
"Of course not sir, I don't believe we've met." she smiled at him; glad that her hair grew out and she had glasses on.
"You don't have to be so hard on Tamaki, I didn't mean to offend you in anyway." Yuzuru frowned at her attitude.

Haruhi turned to bow at the superintendent, "thank you for letting my son enroll into Ouran Academy, and I'll return with his forms when we come back from China." She took the vanilla envelope and began to leave. "Come on Lì, I'll be late for work otherwise."

"Coming Mama," Takeshi bowed to both of the men, "thank you for letting me enroll."

Once the woman with her son left, the superintendent's son came over and sat on one of the seats. "That woman reminded me of Haruhi almost." He sighed softly at his hallucinations, "I guess I just miss her so much after not seeing her for so long…"
"Actually," Yuzuru cleared his throat, "I met Haruhi-kun recently—this week in fact; she seems to be doing quite well."
Stunned to hear that his father had made contact with the Fujioka Haruhi, the poor man flipped the chair over on its backside as he was hurled off it in his usual comical fashion. "W-What do you mean you met Haruhi recently?! Why didn't you bother to tell me?!"
"Because it seems like she doesn't want to be discovered by you, perhaps she's worried you'll tell Mori-kun." He frowned sadly.
"Of course I would, Mori-san has looked everywhere for her after she graduated with Hikaru and Kaoru, Hunny has been looking everywhere for her too! Where did you see here, how was she, and tell me everything!" His son, Suoh Tamaki, demanded fiercely.

"My dear son, I would tell you, but as the superintendent of Ouran Academy," Yuzuru stacked the newest file neatly before setting it down in front of himself, "students have rights to have their information confidential. Even our newest students here, understand?"

Tamaki thought about it long and hard for awhile as he wished his father could just tell him upfront instead of giving him some lazy excuse of a riddle; why should confidentiality matter all of a sudden when she did not even go to Ouran Academy anymore, who would after graduating?! He tried to think about it even more which caused a major throbbing in his head as he began to whine with utter frustration roaring at him, so he came over to snatch the neat file that was on his father's desk and hoped that it would give him some sort of answer to the riddle, and he froze. Fujioka Lì Takeshi. His eyes widened at the family name of the new student; that young gentleman that was here was that boy, which meant that his mother was Fujioka Haruhi—his father did not see her during this week… he had just seen her—wait, that woman… was really her… that was Haruhi? The blond-haired man immediately placed the file back on the desk in an irrational manner as he turned as quickly as he could to run towards the doors off the office that were now suddenly blocked by his father, and he watched as the old man clicked the knob to lock it; though that really did nothing.

"You mean to tell me that, the woman that was here with that boy was really Haruhi?!" Tamaki nearly yelled. "Move! I want to—"
"Make her run away?" Yuzuru asked sternly. "Are you still so stupid that you didn't notice how upset she was before leaving?"
He flinched at this; remembering that she did not sound all too pleased about his presence there. "I miss her—we all do!"
"Yes, yes, and I'm quite aware that you had once loved her. Point is, if you chase her now, she will flee like she did before."
"I just want to know how she's doing, is that so wrong?!" Tamaki was not going to be able to catch up to her at this point.
"Tamaki." He called sternly. "That young man that was with her was her son—meaning that she'll be around for him."
"But—" The blond-haired son was interrupted from trying to make excuses to go after her; no surprise there though.

"You know how independent she is, so chasing her would only make things worse, which would make it take longer for her to come forth to Mori-kun." With this said, the superintendent sighed while unlocking the door and came over to his desk. "Her son has now been enrolled to Ouran Academy, and most likely, he will go in search for his older sister who is in 2-A of the high school section." He sighed once more as he sat down against his seat. "This isn't a game, and she isn't your customer. Let her and Mori-kun do it."

"Haruhi was told to stay away from Mori-san, and that took her little girl away from her—even Mori-san didn't want that!" He fumed.
For the umpteenth time, Yuzuru sighed before glaring at his son sternly. "Do not interfere with their relationship, do not tell anyone that you have seen her today, and do not try to do anything to her boyfriend—no matter who it is. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Tamaki replied weakly to his father. "But I don't understand why you want them to—wait, she has a boyfriend?"

"Mama, wasn't that man Suoh Tamaki, like in your stories?"Takeshi asked curiously.
She hummed in thought of it, "yeah, and knowing his father, he told him to be quiet."
"I know that some people are slow, but that was pretty sad." He snickered lightly.
"It is, isn't it? I remember how long it took for him to find out I was a girl too."

They made it to the car before anyone could stop them, and they used it to their advantage by leaving as quickly so that it would stay that way, and today was one of those perfect days where you did not drop your child off at home to rush off to work; it was 'bring your child to work' day. It seemed like everyone in building wanted her to bring Takeshi because he was such a good boy for having the dream to be a lawyer like his mother so badly that he would help around her office even though she had an assistant, but they did not know he could be a little nuisance. After a twenty-five minute drive to work, they made it to her parking space that had her name on it, unfortunately if a rich person was looking for her, all they had to do was minimize their search to any law offices, and find her name in the files let alone in the front of the building. The two of them took the elevator and went up to the tenth floor where her corner office was, and already she saw children running around with printer paper and pens in hands as the elevator doors opened up, which made Takeshi's eyes widened—especially seeing a boy without his diaper on.

"Fujioka-sama!" Her assistant called out as his son yanked his hair. "I made your coffee this morning, it's on your desk."
"Oh, thank you very much Suzuki-kun, um… would you like some help?" She watched him nod hurriedly, and she laughed.
As the woman easily grabbed the boy and held him in her arms, he sighed in relief and fixed his tie, "thank you Fujioka-sama."
"It's best to have short hair until your kids are around five years old." Haruhi stated and looked at the boy. "Hi Daisuke, are you giving your Papa a hard time at work?" She watched his head nod like a rattle. "If you be good, I have candy with your name on it."

The three year-old gasped and hugged her happily, "kay!"
"He always listens to you." The assistant huffed jealously.
Haruhi smiled sheepishly at him, "I guess I practice?"
"Practice!" Daisuke cheered happily, still hugging her.

"Humph." His father, Suzuki Hiro, turned to look at Takeshi, "so big guy, tell me why you look so happy so early in the morning."
"I was enrolled to Ouran Academy for my first year of middle-school today, and to celebrate, we're going to the city I was born in." Takeshi smiled warmly because he could manage to be a little shy with adults he rarely sees—it always made the ladies stir.
"Congratulations Takeshi-kun, we're so proud of you!" A woman called out as Haruhi gave Daisuke to her assistant.
'You are definitely our son.' Haruhi thought to herself as it looked like her son was hosting as she did when she was young.

"Fujioka-sama, your boyfriend is on line two." Her assistant called out after placing the man on hold.

Haruhi smiled lightly at this and decided to let her son soak in his glory for making it to Ouran Academy while she went to her corner office to pick up the phone and pressed the button, "good morning to you too." The thought of talking to this man right now easily relaxed her mind, and he asked her how things went with her son at the Academy. "Lì passed the entrance exams with flying colors of course, and he wants to celebrate by going to China, would you like to come with us?" She listened to the man saying he could not attend because he was so busy at home, but for her, he would push everything aside and said that he would love to come. "Good, so that means you'll spend the entire weekend with us? I was hoping we can use one of your private jets after I got off work."

He said everything would be taken care of by the time she came home.

"Alright then, I'll see you at my house after work?" Haruhi asked curiously.
Her boyfriend laughed lightly. "Yeah, I'll come a little early to tell your father."
"Really? I was going to call him during my lunch break to tell him."
"Either way, he will get the message, huh? So I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see you later." With that, she hung the phone up with a smile.

Author Note: I cannot promise that this story will have fast update because I am only up to Chapter 04, so if you all review with ideas, they might be placed in the story!

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