Author's Note- I am currently working on a fanfic involving the next group of Host club members. This is simply a short preview/character development of my oc. My first Ouran fanfic so go easy on me.
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Hope you enjoy
Not His Son
Lying silently on the soft silk sheets of my bed, I am motionless. Seems like I've been awake for hours when really it's been about half an hour. I know a maid will be in soon to wake me, and prepare me for school, so I lie there, and reflect on my life.
My name is Rose Hitachiin. A lot is expected of me because of who my parents are. My father works alongside my uncle as co-owner of a major fashion company and computer software company. My mother is an English socialite from a wealthy family; it has been said that she is a relative to the royal family. Under normal circumstances, a girl of my breeding is expected to attend school, find a suitable husband and have sons. It's Japan after all. The sons inherit the family companies, while the daughters help to unite powerful families through marriage. My parents have no sons. I am the heir for the time being until mom gives birth. Currently six months pregnant, it's only a few more months until the baby arrives. Although the gender of the child won't be known until the day of the birth, I can tell both my parents want a son.
It's only a matter of moments before the first maid comes in. Closing my eye, I hear the door knob slowly turn followed by the sounds of footsteps against the marble flooring to my room. Opening my eyes a bit, I'm blinded by sunlight as the curtains are opened. "Good morning Miss Hitachiin, it's time to wake up," the maid says as I slowly sit up. Getting out of bed, I sigh a bit. "Good morning."
Walking over to my bathroom, I look at my reflection in the mirror to see a pair of topaz eyes staring back at me. Picking up my air brush, I run it gently through the reddish orange waves of my hair. I've inherited my father's eyes and hair color, much to my mother's dismay.
Staring at my reflection, a cold thought rushes up my spine. My father wants a son. My mother wants to give him one. What happens to me if the baby turns out to be a boy? Mom has never made it a secret that she doesn't approve of my current lifestyle. She doesn't approve of the Host Club, or my art. She would rather I be like the other girls in my class; be a proper young lady who commits her free time to domestic duties. The way she says that reminds me of old English ways where girls could only marry men their parents approved of. What a sad though.
As of now I am the heir. I have the freedom to do as I please within society's boundaries. I am a member of the new Host club, and an excellent painter, if I do say so myself. I go to social gatherings hosted by my uncles and business partners. I enjoy my life, and my freedom.
A lot is riding on the gender of this unborn child. My parents are hoping for a son. I'm not.
If my parents should have a son, I have so many questions. What will happen to my life? Will my parents cast me aside, because I am a girl? What will be expected of me after that?
As selfish as it sounds, I have to worry about myself. Mom aims to make me into a socialite like herself. Dad is too busy too care.
Deep down I know my father loves me. I'm his little girl. However, I see the way he looks at my uncle and his friends with jealously, and at my cousins with admiration. Sometimes I think he favors them over me.
It is the sad reality of my life. I am his daughter, not his son.