Silver Drops-An OHSHC FanFiction
A/N: The diary of a character who is mentioned once in the story. Written out of pure whim.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
Tuesday, March 31st; Gloomy
The heavens decided to cry today. And rightfully so, with Mr. Suoh's funeral going on.
I cannot say who was more shocked, Japan, or the entire world. Leaders from every respected country came to give their regards, as well as the Emperor himself. Even my father, the prime rival to the Suoh empire, came and comforted the grieving widow and son.
Grieving widow, ha! That had to be the biggest lie of the century.
Mr. Suoh had been a kind, gullible man. Gullible enough to give into whatever his wife ordered him to do. And now that he was dead, she had been handed the scepter. Of course, the crown went to young Master Suoh, the heir.
Charming, intelligent, witty, and handsome, you could say he was every woman's dream man. It was made quite obvious by the crowd of females around him cooing and offering fake sentiments. But what worried me most was that he seemed quite obedient of his mother. At least her husband had been wise enough to not follow any of her most outrageous demands. But it seemed that Yuzuru Suoh was an extremely different case.
We left early, me because of my shoes (Mother always gets me something a size too small) and Father because Madame Suoh was beginning to give him the evil eye, and being kicked out of a public function is not necessarily healthy for one's reputation. We said our goodbyes, and left.
Father stayed silent on the way home. I appreciated the quiet, but it wasn't until later that I realized something was brewing. Father NEVER stayed quiet. Something was definitely up.
***
Thursday, April 16th; Sunny
It has been a little over two weeks since Mr. Suoh's funeral. My father and I have been watching the movements of his son and widow, which, unexpectedly, were very quiet. They have just announced a new hotel chain that is to begin construction in France. Father and Madame Suoh have reached an arrangement. Since we own some of the best, fertile lands in the world, especially in France, Madame Suoh has requested a compromise. They will build their hotel on our lands, but in return, we will receive half of the ownership. A fair deal, I would say.
Oh, hang on. Father's calling me.
***
Later; 6:30 PM
Absolutely outrageous!
I ask you, what era are we living in? This is the 21st century! The third millennium! Arranged marriage? Of course, I was expecting sometime for my mother to nag about myself finding a good husband, but I always expected that it could wait. Most of my friends have been married off, yes, but I thought my parents would be more modern. Arranged marriage? This is impossible! And why is it to Master Suoh, of all people?
No, I am calm. There has to be some way out of this.
Meanwhile, Mother is fluttering about with wedding arrangements, while Father has arranged for Master Suoh and I to meet tomorrow. I shudder at the thought of Madame Suoh as my mother-in-law. I will most definitely not have it.
***
Friday, April 17th; Cloudy
"So this is your daughter?"
A voice as cold as daggers and a stern look pierced right through me. I winced as I stepped forward. Again, small shoes.
"Yes. I'm Yamasaki Hanako, Suoh-sama."
The woman raised her eyebrows before smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hanako-chan. I trust you already know my son, Yuzuru?"
"We've met."
The boy gave me a polite nod before bending down to kiss my hand. I hastily drew it back.
Father, besides me, gave a nervous laugh. "I apologize for my daughter's impertinence. She dislikes public displays of affection, even one as small as yours, Yuzuru-kun."
He gave a courteous smile. The man certainly was a brilliant actor.
Suoh-sama sat down, followed by Father and Yuzuru-san. They both looked up when they saw me standing.
"Hanako, sit."
"I-I…"
I frantically looked around for an escape. The bathroom.
"Please excuse me for a moment."
I literally ran towards the door, bumping into two waiters and a French woman wearing an expensive dress. I heard my father apologizing over and over to Suoh-sama, before I distinctly heard the words, "So when should be the wedding date?"
Over my dead body.