p class="p1"A series of footsteps echoed throughout the empty corridors of an elite private academy located in Bunkyō, Tokyo. The academy itself, was well-known and honestly quite infamous in the education system, with a mantra that advertised "Lineage counts first; wealth a close second." Although, the happenings within Ouran Private Academy were quite different than what many 'commoners' believe it to be./p
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p class="p1"—/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The King's Realization/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"—/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Tamaki strode through the yellow-tinted corridors of Ouran with a contemplative expression on his face. It was after club hours, so the hallway was essentially empty. There were a few stragglers attempting to either organize transportation or locate an assignment that had gone missing during the day. He paid them little mind, not that he could of class="apple-converted-space" /span/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"In any normal circumstance, he probably would have helped, but today was not class="apple-converted-space" /span/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"For starters, the Host Club had received its first male guest— BossaNova or something like that, and then that male guest had requested his darling Haruhi. Things had only gone downhill from there, ending with the realization that he was not, emshockingly/em enough, Haruhi's father. This left him here wandering the hallways, wondering what exactly he was to Haruhi./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p2"Not just that, but it left him floundering for an inkling as to who he was and what he wanted./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Contemplation and meditation was the solution he had chosen. Everything was going so fast recently, with that meddlesome iceberg finding out the club's most dire secret. The blond prince just couldn't catch a break./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The sound of shoe meeting tile halted. Exhaling, Tamaki opted to sit on the polished floor and think./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Pull yourself together, Tamaki. It's just a boy. Haruhi will always be your daughter-"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Running a hand through his golden locks in frustration, he began again./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""No, stop. That's not correct. If she isn't my daughter, what is she to me? Why did I throw that cover up at her at the resort? Why was I so upset by her intimacy with Kyoya? Why do I fell the desire to protect her from those- those delinquents?"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The answer came to him in the form of a single crumpled page./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"He pushed himself back against the wall. emPoke./em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"em"What in the name of-!"/em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A hand reached behind him to extract a balled up scrap of paper. Curiosity overtook annoyance. He carefully unfolded it and smoothed it out against the ground./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"It appeared to be a ripped page from a sketchbook. Nothing too special. Blank. Flipping it over to the side with ink, his eyes widened./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"emYaoi./em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A scholar enrolled at Ouran had drawn yaoi, and instead of throwing it away, had left the image in the corner of the hall./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Now, it wasn't so much the boys love that disgusted and appalled him. No, love is love after all./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The student drew him and Haruhi in a state of undress./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Something seemed hit him at that moment. It wasn't the fact they drew Haruhi as male, just that the student chose to include the simple dialog exchange between the two./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I love you-?"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Realization. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"—/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The King's Realization/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"—/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Tamaki strode through the yellow-tinted corridors of Ouran with a contemplative expression on his face. It was after club hours, so the hallway was essentially empty. There were a few stragglers attempting to either organize transportation or locate an assignment that had gone missing during the day. He paid them little mind, not that he could of class="apple-converted-space" /span/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"In any normal circumstance, he probably would have helped, but today was not class="apple-converted-space" /span/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"For starters, the Host Club had received its first male guest— BossaNova or something like that, and then that male guest had requested his darling Haruhi. Things had only gone downhill from there, ending with the realization that he was not, emshockingly/em enough, Haruhi's father. This left him here wandering the hallways, wondering what exactly he was to Haruhi./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p2"Not just that, but it left him floundering for an inkling as to who he was and what he wanted./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Contemplation and meditation was the solution he had chosen. Everything was going so fast recently, with that meddlesome iceberg finding out the club's most dire secret. The blond prince just couldn't catch a break./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The sound of shoe meeting tile halted. Exhaling, Tamaki opted to sit on the polished floor and think./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Pull yourself together, Tamaki. It's just a boy. Haruhi will always be your daughter-"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Running a hand through his golden locks in frustration, he began again./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""No, stop. That's not correct. If she isn't my daughter, what is she to me? Why did I throw that cover up at her at the resort? Why was I so upset by her intimacy with Kyoya? Why do I fell the desire to protect her from those- those delinquents?"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The answer came to him in the form of a single crumpled page./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"He pushed himself back against the wall. emPoke./em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"em"What in the name of-!"/em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A hand reached behind him to extract a balled up scrap of paper. Curiosity overtook annoyance. He carefully unfolded it and smoothed it out against the ground./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"It appeared to be a ripped page from a sketchbook. Nothing too special. Blank. Flipping it over to the side with ink, his eyes widened./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"emYaoi./em/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A scholar enrolled at Ouran had drawn yaoi, and instead of throwing it away, had left the image in the corner of the hall./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Now, it wasn't so much the boys love that disgusted and appalled him. No, love is love after all./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The student drew him and Haruhi in a state of undress./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Something seemed hit him at that moment. It wasn't the fact they drew Haruhi as male, just that the student chose to include the simple dialog exchange between the two./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I love you-?"/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Realization. /p