Chapter 1:
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN HOST CLUB SERIES.
ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHOR! LOVE YOU BISCO HITORI!
This is my first fanfiction so your feedback would be greatly appreciated! XD
Also, i wanted to let those who have read this before know that i have been editing this fanfic.
And for those who haven't read it yet enjoy!
Haruhi Pov
"Yuki! Dinner's ready!" I called from the kitchen, while wiping my hands on a dish towel.
I wait for a response but all I'm greeted with is silence. I wonder what my little Yuki's up to, he's never this quiet.
"Yuki?" I call again, "Are you alright honey?"
Finally i hear the tapping of my son's tiny feet as he runs down the stairs. "Coming Mommy!" I hear him yell.
I place both of our dinner plates on the kitchen table right as Yuki comes into the kitchen.
His hair is all messy, and his face, nice blue collared shirt, and khaki shorts are covered in all different color paint. I can't help but laugh a little bit, but who wouldn't. My son is just too adorable, and i can't help but tease him a bit.
"Where is my son? All i see is this walking piece of art," I joke while walking over to him.
Little giggles that sound like the prettiest music fill the kitchen, making me smile.
"Mommy! It's me your son remember!"
"Oh, is that really you? I couldn't tell with all this paint all over your face," I say while removing his eye glasses, and wiping his face with a wet rag.
"Come on let's eat dinner. I made your favorite, baked mac and cheese."
I give him back his glasses, and we both sit down at the table and start eating. I ask Yuki about his day like usual. And as always he tells me about every detail enthusiastically. Everyday seems to be so exciting for him, and he loves telling me about all that he's learned. I always like to believe he got his love of learning from me. One thing he didn't get from me was his positive outlook on life. I wish i could be as optimistic as him, but i guess my life experiences have made me a little bitter. Not that I don't love Yuki to death, but raising a little boy on your own isn't the easiest task.
When he finishes telling me I lean over and kiss him on the forehead.
I smile and say, "I'm glad you had a good day sweetheart. It makes Mommy's day to see you so happy." But instead of smiling back he starts looking down into his lap like he's going to cry.
My once vibrant smile immediately disappears. My heart always breaks a little when I see him upset. And just like every other upstanding parent I try to find out what the cause is.
"Is everything alright buddy? You sounded like you had a good day."
He doesn't say anything for a couple minutes. All he does is look into his lap and fidget with his pants. I almost thought he wasn't going to answer me at all but timidly he mumbles,"No, everythings fine."
"Come one baby, you can tell Mommy anything. I know you wouldn't just suddenly get sad over nothing."
Without saying another word he pulls a folded photo out of his pocket and hands it to me. I immediately examine the photo, and freeze. After staring at it for a while I take two deep breaths to steady myself. I can't believe it! Right in front of my eyes is a photo taken back when i was it high school with all the host club members including myself.
Eventually when I snap out of my shock I look over to my left to see my son, who looks miserable.
To try and not upset him more i ask, "Where did you get this Buddy?"
Fat tears run down his face onto the table. "I was just looking for more paint earlier in your room, and i found this is your draw. I'm sorry that I was in your room without permission. I understand if your mad at me."
I move over to kneel in front of him. "Oh no, it's okay buddy." I'm not mad."
"Really?"
"Of course. Even though I would like you to ask me first in the future, it's not something for me to get mad over."
I pull him into my arms, and hold him until his crying slows to soft whimpers. I rub his hair to continue calming him as I pull back to talk.
"Is that really what was bothering you though, Yuki? I feel like you wouldn't get that upset by just being afraid you're going to get in trouble."
"Well, I guess somethings kind of bothering me, but I don't really want to talk about it," he mumbles, while staring down at his shoes.
"Aww please buddy I really want to know, and it might make you feel better if you talk to someone about it. So, won't you tell me?"
All Yuki gave as a reply was a simple head shack denying my request.
"Oh, really? Well, I guess I'll just have to tickle it out of you then." I say while wiggling my fingers around.
"YOU WOULDN'T" Yuki exclaimed, looking stunned.
"Of course i would. TICKLE ATTACK!" I yell.
Immediately Yuki takes off running, trying to escape the wrath of Mommy the tickle monster. Since I'm faster than him i finally catch up to him. I tickle his tummy until he's reduced to a giggling mess.
"Okay, okay I give up I'll tell you," he says still giggling, "Just please stop the tickling!"
I cease my tickle attack, and walk Yuki over to the table so we can finish talking.
"Well?" I ask him with a smile when we're both finally sitting down.
"Um, well I just been wondering if one of the boys in the photo is my daddy? Because you said he was in a host club with you in high school."
I smile gently at him before replying, "Your right Yuki one of these men is your father."
He gets out of his sit and says,"Really! Which one is he Mommy? I bet he's the one that's short like me!"
Oh lord he thinks honey-senpai's his father. That would definitely be strange.
"No not him silly. The one who is wearing glasses is your father. He has to wear glasses just like you." I say while poking his nose.
It killed me sometimes how much he looked like his father. Except for having my brown hair he looks almost like an exact copy of Kyoya just younger, and cuter.
"Mommy can you remind me why he isn't here, I forget what you said before," he says. His face looks like the definition of sadness.
My heart feels like it's breaking even more. It pains me to see him so sad, but this is usually a topic I try to avoid as much as possible.
"Yuki, remember I told you before that he just can't be here right now."
"But mommy all the kids at school say that I am weird because my daddy doesn't live with me. Is that true?"
In my attempt to cheer him up I say,"Sweetheart! You know that I have told you before that our family is different from other families, but in no means does that make you weird. Being different actually makes you special."
Sadly though that didn't help.
"But! Why isn't he here? Doesn't he love me?" And with that Yuki burst into tears for the second time tonight.
I hugged him to my chest and let him cry into my shirt. I wish I could just make everything okay but I know I can't. It won't change the fact that he's growing up without a father, and that I have to raise him alone with no one to share it with. I just want to cry with him, and it is so hard to resist the urge to do so sometimes. Wait, Haruhi! Be strong! Or at least act strong for him. For Yuki your blessing.
"Everything is going to be okay. Please don't cry Yuki. It makes mommy sad to see you cry! You don't want to see mommy sad do you?" I said trying to console him to the best of my ability.
"No I don't want mommy to be sad."
"That's right Yuki so why don't you stop crying so we can finish eating dinner. It would be a shame if the rest of your macaroni got cold!" I said enthusiastically, while pointing at macaroni and cheese still left on my son's plate.
Yuki immediately stopped crying and snapped his head up to look me in the eyes. "Oh no my macaroni!" He exclaimed, while running over to make sure it wasn't cold.
I had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. Don't laugh Haruhi! Don't laugh. But, I couldn't help it and a few small giggles escaped from my lips.
"Mommy? Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" My Yuki says while happily eating the rest of his macaroni.(Which thankfully wasn't cold by the way)
"Oh nothing Yuki," I say while still chuckling a bit.
Luckily Yuki didn't question me any further for his attention was too focused on his dinner.
With Yuki being so focused on something, it gives me time to think over things a bit, which is a situation that has become more and more rare in my life.
Moments like the ones that just happened are when I really question Yuki's relation to Kyoya. Because most of the time he acts nothing like him. He even acts as crazy as Tamaki-sempai sometimes, and as cute as Honey-sempai. I shake my head to ride myself of those impossible thoughts. I don't even know why I'm thinking ridiculous things like that? Kyoya is the only person I have ever been with.
-Sigh-
I wish Kyoya was here it would make things so much easier. Stupid Haruhi are you forgetting how much he put you through? He didn't want to get married and have a family. So even if he knew about Yuki, all of us being a family would be impossible.
-Flashback-
a little less than 6 years ago…
"Happy 21st Birthday Haruhi!"
Kyoya my love stood outside my apartment holding a bouquet of white roses.
Oh wow, he got me WHITE roses!That is so like Kyoya finding out which color rose is my favorite instead of getting the generic red kind.
"Kyoya! You didn't have to, but thank you they are beautiful," I said while blushing furiously.
"You're welcome Haruhi, but you could thank me like this."
I felt Kyoya lean towards me and then suddenly his lips were on top of mine pressing softly against them. When I finally realized what was happening I gently returned the kiss. Our kisses were always so passionate. Knowing the type of person Kyoya is it never really surprised me, but I felt like I was melting and losing myself inside it. I wish things could stay like this forever. Forever with him.
Then slowly we both pulled away. I could tell that I was now furiously blushing but I didn't care.
"I love you Kyoya."
"And I love you Haruhi."
Everything seemed right.
"Well on that note. Haruhi you're going to let me take you to dinner for your birthday!"
"Is that a command general?" I said teasingly grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes it is!" Kyoya said with a playful smirk on his face.
He grabbed my hand and we were both ushered into his limousine.
Everything seemed right. Who knew that later that evening I would find out how wrong that statement actually was?
Later that evening…..
Kyoya had taken me to this stunning high end restaurant in Tokyo called Aronia de Takazawa owned by Chef Yoshiaki Takazawa bijou.
(P.S: Aronia de Takazawa is actually a restaurant in Tokyo! I heard that it was really awesome so I did research on it so I could use it in this fanfic! )
When we got there I found out that Kyoya had rented out the whole place! Which wasn't that big to start with because it only seats about 8 people at a time. But, it didn't matter the gesture still almost brought me to tears. The restaurant looked magnificent, and everything felt so intimate. We sat in a hushed, windowless chamber that had sleek wood paneling and dramatic spot lighting. And it made me feel like we were the only people in the entire universe. Kyoya lead me over to our table, which was the only one in the room. And we both sat down. Then a women named Akiko which turned out to be the owner/chefs wife walked over, served our first course and explained what it was in faultless English.
(Sorry for interrupting again but, I wanted to make this clear. I know that Kyoya would still be going to college in Boston during this time in the ouran series but in my fanfiction he actually graduated a year early, so that is why they are both living in japan in this flashback)
Everything seemed perfect.
But then in the middle of finishing our second course we started to have a talk about family, and the future, which ended up changing everything.
"So Kyoya how many children would you want someday?" I asked curiously.
Then something weird happened I saw Kyoya's smile falter and change to a look that seemed a little pained, like this was something he didn't want to talk to me about. That's weird! Kyoya has never looked like that before.
Hesitantly he replied with a statement that almost broke my heart.
"Haruhi I actually don't plan on having any kids."
My face dropped.
What does he mean? He doesn't want to have a family with me? I know Kyoya has never been a big kid person but I thought he would want at least one.
"Why don't you want any children Kyoya? Kids aren't that bad you know."
"Oh it's not that I don't like kids Haruhi its just…."
"What Kyoya?"
"Well Haruhi it is proper to be married when you have children and…."
"And what Kyoya?" I said innocently, but inside my mind I was starting to panic. Kyoya has always been a straight to the point type of person, so him not just coming out and telling me is kind of scaring me.
"I don't plan on ever getting married Haruhi."
It took a second for me to process what he had said but then it hit me.
"What?" I yelled jumping out of my chair. "What do you mean you aren't going to ever get married?"
I saw both the chef and his wife look startled, and then scurry out of the room to give us privacy. I felt a little embarrassed at making such as scene because it was something I would usually never do, but that wasn't important right now.
"Haruhi please calm down. It is nothing against you."
"What is it then? That I am not a rich as you or didn't have a good upbringing?" I yelled at him.
Kyoya's face looked startled. I could tell that he didn't expect this type of reaction from me, and that alone hurt me even more. Did he think I was such a laid back girl that not being married wouldn't matter to me?
"No Haruhi of course not! Please be rational about this. It's just that I feel that marriage would get in the way of my work, you have to understand."
"Then what is going to happen to us Kyoya?" I sneered angrily.
I felt embarrassed for the way I was acting, but I couldn't help it. I was extremely hurt! If felt like my world was falling apart piece by piece.
"What do you mean what is going to happen to us Haruhi?" Kyoya asked annoyed. "Of course I want to be with you forever but marriage is just a signed piece of paper that makes everything complicated", he said nonchalantly.
"Really? Just a signed piece of paper Kyoya! Marriage is a lifetime vow that says you will always be mine and that I will always be yours. How can you say it is just a piece of paper? Marriage is a sacred ceremony is which people devote themselves to each other."
By now tears were flowing down my cheeks.
"Haruhi I think you're being a little dramatic about this! It is not that big of a deal!" Kyoya yelled sounding extremely mad.
"It is to me Kyoya!"
The last thing I ever heard Kyoya say was him yelling "Haruhi!" As I fled the room.
And with that I ran out of the restaurant, hailed a cab and never looked back.
-End of Flashback-
I can't believe it has been 6 years since then already, and that I haven't seen Kyoya once since I left that restaurant that night. Two months after my fall out with Kyoya I found out that I was pregnant with Yuki. He was born on a beautiful spring day, and I named him Fujioka Yuki because I loved that the meaning of Yuki is blessing. He was the most beautiful baby, but it made me sad when I looked around and had no one to share it with.
Also, I haven't seen any of the other host club members in fear that they would discover Yuki and tell Kyoya about him. I miss them all so much! Hikaru and Karou and their crazy schemes. Gentle, and caring Mori-sempai. Cute and fun-loving Honey-sempai. I even miss Tamaki-sempai and his wild antics. But they're my best friends, how could I not miss them?
I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of Yuki calling my name with a ringing sound in the background.
"Mommy are you okay? I was trying to tell you the phones ringing, but you weren't saying anything," Yuki exclaimed with a worried expression.
"Oh sorry Yuki I'm fine" I yelled while running to pick up the phone.
Immediately after answering the phone I heard my dad scream into it, "Haruhi! How is my wonderful daughter doing? Oh and Yuki I hope he is as cute as ever."
I had to step back from it for a second so I didn't hurt my ear drums.
"Oh, hi dad." "Yuki and I are doing just fine."
My dad was actually very supportive through my whole pregnancy. I thought he would be furious but he was only a little angry with me, but his image of Kyoya was smashed.
-Flashback-
"Dad?"
"What my precious daughter?"
"I'm pregnant." I whispered.
"What Haruhi?" He asked with a look of pure shock on his face.
For a second I thought he had gone into shock.
So, I said again, "Dad I am two months pregnant. I am so sorry dad I don't know what to do but I….."
But before I could finish he pulled me into a comforting hug, and gently rubbed my back.
"Haruhi everything is going to be okay!"
I looked up at him in shock.
"Dad you're not angry with me?"
"Well to be honest I am a little but there is no use for that now because you can't go back and change the past but…"
Then suddenly his mood changed drastically.
"Who is the father? And is he going to take responsibility for this?" He asked with his facing looking murderous.
Even though I was used to my dad's anger problems his face even scared me a little. Even though I am still furious with him, God help Kyoya!
"Um... Kyoya?" I finally said.
Then without saying anything he went to the closest took out a bat and was about to run out the door when I stopped him.
"No dad don't", I yelled.
He stopped turned around to look at me looking very confused.
"But, Haruhi he has to pay for what he has done to you."
"But Dad! I don't want him to know about the pregnancy."
At first he looked confused but when I started bawling he can over and let me explain everything. We sat on the couch, and I then told him about what Kyoya had said the week earlier.
-End of Flashback-
My dad supported my decision in raising Yuki alone even though he thought Kyoya should take some of the responsibility. He also supported me through my last year in college and then when I moved to the US since I got a job there as a lawyer at a law firm. I owed my dad so much. My dad and I always talked about a variety of different topics over the phone. Specifically ones he enjoyed like clothes, and who the hottest guy celebrity was right now. But at the end of our conversation today the topic of Yuki's birthday came up.
My dad exclaimed, "Oh my gosh Haruhi I just had the most perfect idea ever. Since Yuki's fifth birthday is next week you should come back and spend it with me in Japan!"
"Well I don't know dad. I haven't been back to Japan since you know what happened years ago."
"I really don't want to go back to Japan. There are a lot of bad memories involving Kyoya and my pregnancy over there that I still haven't gotten over."
"I know Haruhi but I miss you and you can't avoid Japan forever. Don't you want to show Yuki where you used to live?"
I owe dad so much. And he hasn't seen Yuki since he was a baby. I guess I should do at least this for him.
"Okay dad! Since I have the money and I can take some time off work, that sounds good."
"Yay! My daughter is finally coming home, and I get to see my grandson. This day couldn't get better!"
With having to turn my head away from the phone away from my ear so I didn't go deaf from the volume of my father's voice I noticed that Yuki had gone into the living room. He was playing with a toy car on the floor.
I hope he likes Japan. It's a good thing I have been teaching him Japanese since he was two. He can almost speak like a native now.
"Okay well see you in a week dad. I love you," I say while smiling.
"Oh! And I love you too Haruhi!"
"Bye dad," I said.
But just before i hung up I heard my father chanting/singing in the background.
"Haruhi is coming ho-me! Haruhi is coming ho-me!"
I giggled and then walked over to Yuki.
I looked down at him and said.
"Guess what buddy we're going to Japan!"
