Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters.
This is a new I idea of mine. I hope you enjoy the story!
Chapter 1: Who am I?
"Dad, who am I?" I looked down at my 12-year-old son over my paper and raised my eyebrow at him when he asked.
"What do you mean, you're Genji?"
"I know that! I want to know who I really am though. Where did I come from? I don't look like you at all. I mean, come on dad, I have BLONDE hair! I don't act like you either, mom always says its just cause I'm a kid but dad I'm not buying it. Who am I? Where did I come from? Who do I look like? Who do I act like?" I looked into the big brown eyes he inherited from his mother and sighed. I knew this day would come, I just wish it had taken longer. He was right of course, he didn't look anything like me and that's because he wasn't my son, not biologically. He is my best friends screw up and mess that I cleaned up, the disaster that destroyed his mother and me, the reason I was almost disowned, the reason for most of the trouble in my life, and the most amazing thing to ever happen to me.
I set my paper down on the table and stood up. "Fallow me Genji, I have something to show you, but I warn you, it may take a while." I put my hand on his shoulder and lead him back to my office where we sat on the couch and pulled out my old high school yearbooks and photo albums. Before starting I ordered a servant to get us hot coco and cookies and I sat down next to my oldest son and looked him right in the eye saying, "Genji, you are the oldest son in this family. You are the hire to the family company. You are the greatest gift your mother and I could ever ask for. You are my son and I don't want you to ever forget that; however, I am not your father, not your biological one." I took a breath and opened my old yearbook form my second year and turned to an old page with a picture of the Ouran High School Host Club. "This is your biological father, his name is Tamaki Suoh. " I pointed to the boy in the middle of the picture where my old best friend sat, front and center.
Genji took the book from me and stared at the picture for a long time, studying it. "I have his hair… and his nose… I … I look just like him…" he trailed off staring at it and turning the page to see more pictures. "There you are Dad… and mom? Is she is a boys uniform? Dad," he looked up at me before continuing. "What happen? Who is he? Where is he? Why…why didn't he want me?" I could see a million questions running through his head. I could feel part of my heart shatter when he asked why he didn't want him. I couldn't even think of a reason why any man wouldn't want him for a son.
I pulled him into a hug and said, "He was my very best friend and your mothers first boyfriend. He's in France right now and the rest of your answers come with a really long story. Just remember," I pushed him away and looked him in the eyes before continuing. "You are Genji Ootori and I love you because you are my son not matter what genetics say."