Series: Ouran High School Host Club

Mangaka: Bisco Hatori

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. No one would believe me even if I claimed to.

May contain Spoilers.

Some details have been altered for my own convenience.

This story is based post-manga.

Chapter Two: Making A Choice

The next day, Yuzuru had come to his decision. It had been a wise choice to leave the decision until the next day, since having a full night to mull it over made a world of difference. Of course, that meant that he didn't get much sleep, and he was exhausted. Despite this, what had to be done had to be done. So Yuzuru called a family meeting of Anne-Sophie, Tamaki, and his own mother. They had the right to know of this new event going on in his life, and to participate in the decision. He wasn't cowardly pushing the decision onto someone else. After all, the choice he made in this matter would affect all of them. They should at least have a say in what would happen. And besides, maybe bouncing ideas around would give him some things to chew that he hadn't considered before.

So they all gathered in one of the main Suoh mansion's lavish sitting room. Yuzuru sat in a comfortable armchair, Anne-Sophie and Tamaki sitting in a loveseat to his left, and his mother sitting, rather stiffly, on a couch across from them to his right. She was still upset with him for having gone behind her back and thrown her out of the company last year, but had recovered from her shock and depression, and was now willing to tolerate having him -and Anne-Sophie, it seemed- around.

All were watching him rather curiously, having no idea why he'd gathered them here. Anne-Sophie and Tamaki both looked a little worried, and his mother was giving him an oh-you-better-not-have-screwed-up-again look. All that was left was to tell them what was on his mind. Not an easy feat. He found himself completely at a loss for words, and stared at his hands for a moment in order to gather his thoughts, an action he knew worried his wife and son even more.

Finally, he took a deep breath, and began bravely. "Well, I'm sure you're all wondering why I've-"

"Oh, just say it, whatever it is, Yuzuru. I really don't want to sit here while you work your way up to your point." His mother interrupted tartly. She was not pleased, he could tell, and she knew whatever it was, it had to be bad news. She'd rather hear it flat-out than beat around the bush for all of eternity.

"Very well, mother." He sighed. He pulled out the letter, passing it to her. "I suppose the quickest way, which is no doubt what you want, is to have you read this.

He watched her face as she read, waiting to see her reaction. Tamaki and Anne-Sophie were also watching her, very curious and bewildered, and hoping to guess from her reaction how worried they should be. Anne-Sophie, noticing her son's anxiety, reached out and patted his hand, giving him a smile when he looked at her. He gave her a grateful smile in response, and held her hand.

Yuzuru's attention was completely on his mother, watching as her lips pursed and jaw set a little as she read. Other than that, she was as calm, collected, and relatively expressionless as usual. After what felt like an eternity, she finally lowered the letter, calmly setting it on her lap and folding her hands overtop of it. Well, exploding out in rage had never been something that was part of her personality, but still, he'd expecting a little more of a stronger reaction.

"So, that woman was pregnant." She said slowly. He nodded in response, and Tamaki and Anne-Sophie looked between them both with even more bewilderment than before. "Well, that's a bit of a shock. It seems she didn't know herself when she divorced you. But to think you'd have another son somewhere, that's surprising."

Anne-Sophie and Tamaki, finally seeming to realize what was going on, took on rather comical shocked expressions with their mouths hanging open. When she had overcome her shock enough to speak, Anne-Sophie turned to Yuzuru and asked "So, is this about the woman you were married to before because of your prior arranged marriage?" She asked, looking at him worriedly. "The one you divorced when I got pregnant with Tamaki?"

He met her eyes and smiled wearily. "Yes, that's right, Anne. It seems that she was pregnant when I divorced her. She herself didn't know about the pregnancy until after we had been divorced for months, and I assume for her own reason, she kept quiet about it." He told her.

"Are we certain that the child is yours?" His mother asked, watching him closely.

He had been expecting this question, of course. It was a question that had occurred to him as well, after all. "No, we do not know for certain. However, it only takes a DNA test to find out." He said. "She enclosed a picture, but she left out the boy's name." He handed his mother the picture, which she examined for a moment.

"Hm, he's quite nice-looking, I suppose. Quite long hair though. He looks nothing like you." Was all the had to say on the matter, and laid it down on her lap on top of the letter.

"Um." Tamaki said uncertainly, drawing both of their attention to him. "If it's alright… Could I please see it as well?" He asked nervously, his eyes on the picture in his grandmother's lap. It was shocking news, that he had a brother. But he was also kind of excited. What kind of person was he? Was he nice? He wanted to see what he looked like, at the very least.

Yuzuru didn't answer, not being in possession of the picture. It would be the grandmother's choice whether to hand over the photo or not. She eyed Tamaki for a moment, then held it up in offering. Tamaki's face lit up and he stood up to retrieve it. "Thank you very much, Grandmother!" He said happily, going back to sit down.

The conversation continued around him as he examined the person in the picture, his supposed brother. Grandmother was right. The boy looked nothing like himself or his father. Nonetheless, he was a beautiful boy, with softly curling, long black hair that fell down past his shoulders and around his hips. Thick eyelashes framed eyes that were the colour of melted dark chocolate, a colour several shades darker than Haruhi's eyes. His eyes were more… pointed seemed to be the right word. They looked somewhat cat-like. These, paired with the ghost of a smirk tugging around the boy's lips, gave him more of a mischievous appearance. It was hard to tell exactly how tall he was, since there were no points of comparison in the picture, but he didn't look as tall as he was. But he didn't seem smaller either. And he was slender, without necessarily seeming fragile. He didn't seem quite real, almost dreamlike, but that could also be attributed to the lighting in the picture.

He felt the excitement bubble up. He wanted to meet this person. He wanted to know what he was like. He had a brother! Kyouya, Honey-sempai, Mori-sempai, and obviously Hikaru and Kaoru, all had brothers. He'd seen their different interactions. Kyouya and his brother's were fairly indifferent to each other, not close in the slightest, but used each other as prompts to push themselves forward. Yasuchika thought Honey-sempai was an alien, creepy, and a disappointment. Satoshi idolized Mori-sempai, and Hikaru and Kaoru had once been so dependent on one another that they blocked out the rest of the world. It made Tamaki wonder what sort of relationship he and this person in the picture would have. He hoped they would like each other. It would be awful if they detested on another.

Wait… What if this person already detested him? After all, his father- their father, had left this person's mother in order to marry Tamaki's. If his mother was bitter against them, would those feelings carry over to her child? Would he resent Tamaki for being part of the reason for that bitterness? Tamaki felt panicked. Now he really had to meet this person, to determine whether or not there was resentment, or bitterness, and to see if they could become family. Sure, they'd been born brothers. But they'd never met before. So right now they weren't part of one another's family. But Tamaki wanted to be. He wanted to be part of this boy's family.

"Father, I want to meet him." He said, looking up at his father with all the confidence in his decision. He wouldn't back out.

Yuzuru and his mother, their conversation interrupted, stared at him a moment. Finally, Yuzuru sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. "Very well." He consented. "I suppose that's the best course of action, right? We can't leave things unknown. I will contact Noriko."

And that was the start of everything.

Hahaha! I have figured out how to edit these things after they're uploaded! I figured out how to do it once, but then forgot how. But I've managed to do it! For those who've noticed errors in some recent stories relating to iltalicizing or bolding, this was why. But I've figured it out now, so it's all good.

I couldn't remember if the manga ever told us Tamaki's Grandmother's name. That made writing this chapter a bit more difficult, since I wanted to be specific about who I was talking about, and didn't want anyone to think I was talking about Tamaki's mother when I was talking about Yuzuru's mother. So confusing. Anyway, thanks for reading!

P.S. Since the woman's name is never mentioned, I have named her Noriko. But you've probably already known that.