A/N: So this is my first ever Ouran fanfic! Not to mention my first fanfic with an OC as the main character. I'll try to not put A/N's at the start of every chapter, as I know how annoying that can be. Also, this story line will follow the manga more so than the anime, with the exception of Haruhi staying with a family in the states rather than everyone going to the states. Anyway, here's the first chapter, though it's more of a prelude than anything. Enjoy! :)
"Tamaki" a dark figure facing the large bay window said. "Tomorrow you leave for France. You will be there for three to six months depending on how everything goes here."
The blond that was sitting in front of his father's large oak desk stood with outrage. "Tomorrow!? But school starts in a week and Haruhi is finally coming home in two days! I can't go to France now!" desperation rang clearly in his voice as he pleaded to the older man.
The man turned slowly towards the blond, sighing sadly. "Tamaki, I know you're not pleased with this but please, your mother and I need you to go to France now. A very complicated situation has arisen and it's crucial that you be in France while it unfolds." He walked towards his large leather chair and sat down with grace.
Tamaki slammed his fist on his father's desk. "Tell me why it's so important for me to leave everything I love to go to France father. It's my last year of high school and it's been a year since I've seen Haruhi." Tears were starting to form but the older man knew they were purely 'crocodile'; his son was so theatrical sometimes.
Yuzuru Suoh raised an eyebrow at his son. "I happen to know for a fact that you and the rest of the Host Club were at Boston seeing her last week. In fact you've flown to America at least fifty times in the past year to see her, you can handle a few months without her." He shuffled a pile of papers on his desk absent mindedly waiting for his son to come up with another tactic.
"B-but…. Dad! Ranka-sama was nice enough to invite me to Haruhi's welcome home party this weekend! Surely you must know the significance of this! I must stay in Japan." He gave his father the best puppy dog eyes he could possibly muster hoping the old man would crack.
A feminine giggle came from the doorway as both males turned to the sound. "Oh dear, why don't you just explain to Tamaki why it's so important that he goes to France now? I'm sure he'd be more willing once he learns of the circumstances." The woman walked fluidly from the door to stand behind Yuzuru, her long blonde hair flowing elegantly down her back.
"Maman?" Tamaki asked his French accent thick. "What's going on?" he looked back and forth from each parent, panic emanating from his body.
His mother smiled kindly at him. "Oh dear Tamaki, please don't worry so much! This is a very exciting, happy thing were getting sorted out. However your father and I decided it would be much less intimidating and complicated if we could sort it out without you here for right now. We don't want to overwhelm the poor girl so soon." She explained calmly.
A spark that could only be explained as a 'Host' look crossed through Tamaki's eyes. "Une fille?" he asked a smile forming on his lips. "But wait, why would a girl concern me when I already have Haruhi?" his smile quickly dropped and his brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm not expected to have a mistress and a wife am I?"
Yuzuru burst out laughing, his wife smiling widely at her naïve son. "No, of course not dear. This girl, she is so much more special than that. Elle est votre sœur." She said the last part very hesitantly, gauging her son's reaction very carefully. She and her husband had known that telling Tamaki this would be very risky, but neither could go without knowing their daughter anymore. The past year had been absolutely insane with Yuzuru's mother losing ownership of the Souh business. Then Anne-Sophie moving back to Japan and marrying Yuzuru two months later. They and Tamaki now took residency in the main Souh mansion while Shizue decided to move to one of the country homes to retire peacefully with her Japanese soap operas.
But as the two parents watched their beloved son they became worried as he showed no reaction. His face was a complete blank almost as if he never heard the words. Finally he blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "I don't have a sister." He said in a monotone voice, his face still showing no emotion.
Anne-Sophie sighed sadly. "Yes you do, her name is Valerie." Tamaki's eyes finally locked with hers and she could see the massive confusion swirling within them.
"But I only know one Valerie and she lives at the home Haruhi's been staying at in America." He said trying to keep his voice monotone but both parents could hear the pain and confusion building.
Yuzuru cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly in his chair and looked up at his wife. She gave him a stern look and patted his shoulder, the two silently communicating in a fashion that normally annoyed Tamaki. But now he was too emotional to even notice the small exchange. "Is anyone going to explain this to me?"
His father took a deep breath. "Please Tamaki; try to stay silent as I explain. I'm not proud of this story, but you must understand that I had little choice in the matter." Tamaki gave a curt nod. "After you were born, I snuck off to France very carefully to see your mother and you. That was when I gave you your first teddy bear in fact." He smiled briefly at the memory.
"Your mother and I took advantage of me being able to sneak away and uh." He coughed. "We said a proper goodbye. Nine months later, Valerie arrived. Your grandmother found out very quickly as she was having Anne-Sophie monitored closely; and she became enraged. Seeing as you were the current heir to the Souh fortune, she needed you to have a proper mother and a good upbringing. Valerie however was an unpleasant mistake that could easily be taken care of." His eyes darkened.
"On September 26th 1990, Valerie Grantaine was born. Your grandmother insisted that your mother change Valerie's last name to Grant so she could never be tied to this family in any way. After that was complete, she had Valerie shipped to an orphanage in America." He stopped there, allowing the onslaught of information to soak in.
After a few moments Tamaki finally spoke. "So… the past year… I've seen my sister several times, and neither of you bothered to mention that she was related to me?" The accusatory tone in his voice caused his mother to tear up and she walked around the large desk to kneel in front of her son.
"Tamaki, mon fils, please understand. It was not easy for either of us. We can't be one hundred percent sure that the girl arriving here with Haruhi in a couple of days is our Valerie yet though. We need to do tests to make sure. This is why we hadn't mentioned the possibility to you. What if she turned out not to be related to you at all? You would be devastated." Her eyes pierced his, both pairs filling with silent tears.
Tamaki sniffed quietly and looked up to his father. "But why do I have to leave then? She already knows me!" he cried.
Yuzuru sighed heavily. "Son, there are certain things that need to happen before we bring her back into the Souh family. First, we need her DNA to make sure it is for sure our Valerie. Granted she's the only Valerie Grant born on that date, but it's always better to be safe than sorry." Tamaki nodded, waiting for his father to continue.
"Secondly, there's the possibility that her adoptive family will become reluctant to let her be given back to us, of course we will fight until she is rightfully a Souh again, but it could get nasty. We don't want you to be here to witness this, or get thrown into the middle of it." He explained.
Tamaki shook his head violently. "That doesn't make any sense dad! She knows me, wouldn't it be more comfortable for her knowing that I'm her brother and having me there for her?" he demanded, desperation lacing his voice.
His mother patted his knee softly as she looked up at him. "Tamaki dear, the fact that she already knows you might enrage her and make her think you only befriended her because you're her brother. This is a very complicated situation. We need her to get to know us first and accept this before bringing you back into the picture okay?"
Tamaki looked like he was about to object again so she placed a finger over his lips. "Trust us mon fils, we have thought this over and discussed it what feels like a million times. This is the best arrangement. You'll leave for France tomorrow morning and spend a few months at your old private school. After everything has calmed down here you will be brought back to finish your senior year at Ouran." His eyes widened at this information.
"Maman! It's my last year with Host Club! I can't leave now! This is completely insane I tell you! Please can't I just stay and try not to get involved?" he pleaded, getting on his knees next to his mother. Both parents glanced at each other, pity across their faces.
"We're sorry Tamaki; this is the only plan that will work to everyone's advantage." Yuzuru said softly.
Tears spilled freely down Tamaki's stricken face. "You're wrong! I have no advantage in this. I'll end up losing Haruhi, my throne in Host Club, all my adoring fans… and my friends. It's not fair." With that he got up and walked quickly across the office slamming the door behind him.
Anne-Sophie slowly rose to her feet. "At least nothing was broken." Her husband said from behind her as she stared blankly at the door.
She turned to face him, tears sliding silently down her porcelain cheeks. "Only his heart." She said with a sad smile.
"He's a strong boy; he'll understand this eventually and will forgive us."
"I certainly hope so."