Author's Note: I got this idea and decided to go ahead and try it out. I may have a pairing in here later, but at the moment I am not sure. I hope you all like it. Tell me what you think. I really hope it's okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of it's characters.
Prologue: A new life
"Why did you have to be such a useless child?"
Those words haunted Michiru Shiraishi since she was a small child. Her father believed that she would never amount to anything. For years she worked to show him that he was wrong. Until she realized that he would never believe in her no matter what she did, so she ran away from home.
Osamu Shiraishi sent out a search party of the best officers and detectives to look for his daughter. They looked high and low. They searched everywhere they could think to look. Despite all their efforts, they never found her. It had been three weeks and Osamu was tired of all the fuss. He decided that it would be better if he just gave up.
A week later, one of his servants came rushing to him with a newspaper. On the front page was an article of a car accident killing a young girl. The girl had been identified as Michiru Shiraishi. For the first time in sixteen years, Osamu realized how much he loved his daughter.
Sixteen year old Mamoru Ishibashi stood in the small apartment he now called home. His land lady had brought a newspaper up for him. He wasn't particularly interested in the news, so he left the paper on the table and went to get ready.
When he was about to head out the door, he noticed a name on the front page that surprised him, Michiru Shiraishi. He picked the paper up and quickly scanned over the article. He clenched his fist until the paper was nothing but a crinkled mess. Some of the ink was smudged from the tears dripping off his chin. A part of him had died. He wadded up the paper and threw it in the trash. He wiped his tears away and headed out the door to start his new life.
A Year Later
Mamoru Ishibashi was now the owner of a big clothing company at the young age of seventeen. Despite his success, he felt like continuing an education would be beneficial. He had looked at several potential schools. All of them told him how honored they would be if he would attend. There was one that stood out to him, though. It was a school built solely for the rich and elite, Ouran Academy. He filled out all of the paper work and mailed it to the school. It wasn't long before he got his letter of acceptance and approval.
A week later he was putting on the black pants, white undershirt, tie with a blue stripe down the middle, blue jacket with the schools emblem on the left side, and black dress shoes. Once he was ready, he went down stairs and ate breakfast. When he was done, he grabbed his bag and headed to Ouran Academy. His classes all went well, even though it had been a year since he had any sort of education. He was well accepted by the teachers and the students. Everyone seemed fairly nice as well.
After school, he looked around for a quiet place to study. All the libraries were full of loud students. He kept looking around and came to an abandoned music room. He decided that it would be a good study room. When he opened the doors, rose petals came out. When the door was fully open, he saw a group of boys in the middle of the room. "Welcome," they all said in unison.