Yay, I came back from the manifest a second time! XD YAY

So now, I'm going to write the second chapter of Mother, because I'm happy and excited :) I hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter 2

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Tatsuki sat in the school yard and watched as all the kids ran around in the school where her mother had gone when she was younger.

"Hey Tatsuki," Melanie smiled as she walked towards her. Melanie was a girl who migrated to Japan with her family a long time ago, and their family was super rich. Though Melanie wasn't that kind of snob-like girl. She hung out with the people she thought were in need, and after 3 years in a row in Tatsuki's class, they became the best of friends. "What's up?"

Tatsuki shrugged. "Nothing much. Just been thinking."

"It's your birthday next week!" Melanie grinned as she sat beside her. "What do you want?"

She laughed. "I don't know, actually. I haven't been thinking about it much."

"I'll get you anything you want, I promise!" Melanie smiled. "Now come on, tell me what you want."

"I don't want anything, really," she said.

"Want me to get you a house?" she joked. They both laughed.

"Seriously, I won't mind what you get me."

Melanie nodded. "I have something in mind already. You're going to love it."

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Haruhi sighed. It was her daughters' 15th birthday in a week, and she wanted to get her something special. Her daughter was going to turn into a woman, and she wanted to get her something she'd like.

She stopped as she spotted a mobile store. She grinned to herself and walked in. I know she's going to love this.

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Their family was poor. Ever since Haruhi divorced from Kyouya, she wasn't able to get back into her old habits and wasn't able to get into a university. So the only job she had was at a café, which paid poorly. She only got 100 dollars a month, and that wasn't exactly much. She had a very hard time getting enough money to keep the food on the table, so instead, what she would do would use 70 dollars a month and keep the other 30 dollars in the bank, so she could use it when she needed it. At the moment, the only money she had in the bank so far was close to 300 dollars. 10 months of work still wasn't much.

The mobile phone, she found, was expensive. The one that paid the least was for 250 dollars, and that didn't include a sim card.

She ran to the bank, took out the 300 dollars she had left, and ran back to the mobile shop. After purchasing the mobile and a sim card, she went to the supermarket and bought some food and a bit of wrapping paper. She was happy it was almost the end of the month, so she only had to get the next 100 dollars and then they would be able to eat again.

"Have you ever thought about working somewhere else?" a friend of hers at the café asked. Haruhi shrugged.

"If I did, that would mean leaving you alone to suffer on your own. Besides," she added, "this is the closest shop to my house. I can't exactly drive, seeing as I can't afford a car, and I can't get any better job, what without a finished degree."

"Why not go to your ex husband for help?" she asked absentmindedly.

Haruhi shook her head. "No way will I ever talk to that man again. I hope he dies. I'll never accept money from him, even if he begs me. It will never be my money."

Her friend blinked. "Who is this guy, anyway?" she asked.

Haruhi looked down at the cloth in her hand. She sighed. She wasn't going to say anything. Nobody was allowed to know.

She shook her head from the memory when she got home and wrapped up the present quickly. There was only 5 minutes before Tatsuki got home, and she wanted to hide the present so she didn't see what it was.

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Tatsuki slammed the door open and saw her mum cooking over the stove. She didn't say hi, only looked on before her and walked to her bedroom.

Sometimes you hear that people don't like their mothers. But this in family – it was worse then just 'didn't like'. It was 'hate'. Tatsuki hated her mother like the sun hated the moon, and only because of one reason which she thought rationale: they were poor. She hated that fact, and blamed her mother for it.

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1 week later

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It was Tatsuki's birthday.

Girls and boys filed at the door step of her house, which she ordered her mother to get on her knees and clean so she didn't look a disgrace in front of her friends. Haruhi obeyed her daughter – she always found it hard to say no to her.

"Happy birthday!" they all cheered as they entered the small cottage. Tatsuki smiled – and Haruhi thought it must have been her first time. The kids all handed her presents, and finally, the other members of the old Host Club and the new Host Club arrived.

"Tatsuki!" Tamaki beamed as he ran towards her to give her a hug. His son slapped himself in the head. He didn't like it when his dad embarrassed him. "My, what a beautiful girl you've grown to be! Look at you – you're getting bigger and bigger everyday!"

"Dad!" his son snapped. "Stop harassing her."

Tamaki turned over to his son and gapped dramatically, then in a flash, he was in his corner, growing mushrooms on his head gloomily.

Tatsuki smiled. "Its okay, Hati," she said over to Tamaki's son. "It's fine."

"It may be for you, but mum'll get upset and I'm gonna cop it big time," he said, crossing his arms. "She said she didn't want him coming here coz of the crush she knew dad had on Aunt Haruhi."

She giggled. "I knew Aunt Éclair would say something like that."

"Happy birthday, by the way," he smiled, handing her a pack. "Hope you like it." She put it to her ear and shook it, trying to hear what was inside. "Don't to that. It's fragile."

"It's a statue!" she exclaimed. He stared at her dully. Sometimes he wondered why she was so smart, yet so dense at the same time. "Thanks, Hati," she smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

He blushed. "No problem."

Melanie appeared by her side and laughed at the burning Hati. "You guys are a great match!" she grinned.

Hati crossed his arms. "No way."

"Naw, don't you like me?" Tatsuki asked with a puppy face.

He started hesitating. "Uh, I didn't mean that, I mean, you know, she... uh..." He found himself lost for words.

Tatsuki and Melanie burst out laughing. "Oh, Hati, you're a weird one."

Haruhi appeared beside Tatsuki and handed her the package. Tatsuki looked up into the brown eyes of her mother and blinked. "What's this?"

"A birthday present, of course," she smiled. "Now, I'd just like to say before you open it that you're 15 years old and you're a woman now, so I trust you'd look after this and use it only in cases of emergencies."

Tatsuki looked down at the present in her hands and un-wrapped it carefully. Mori, Hunny (who'd grown into a man – scary, huh?), Tamaki (who'd come out of his corner with 3 mushrooms on his blond head which was going bold!), the twins, all their children and all Tatsuki's friends appeared and looked on with curiosity. What was it that her mother had gotten her?

Tatsuki's face lightened when she saw the mobile phone in her hands. "Oh my god, mum! It's the best present ever! Thankyou so much!" She hugged her mother for the first time in her life and smiled.

Haruhi smiled too. "I even got you a card on cap. The number is on the back of the box—"

"Wait, what?" she yelled, pushing away from the hug. "You got me cap?"

She nodded. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want a stupid cap!" she screeched, throwing the phone on the floor. Everyone stood quietly, watching the brawl and the broken phone on the floor. Haruhi looked down at the phone too, with a surprised expression. "I want a plan! This is so stupid! I hate you! It's because of you, because you couldn't be bothered to finish your schooling and go to uni that we're poor! I hate you! I hate you hate you hate you!" She turned on her heel and walked towards the door, her friends following her, looking over their shoulders at Haruhi, who was sitting on the floor and looking down at the pieces of the mobile.

The only people who didn't follow Tatsuki out the house were the host club members, old and new.

"That was a bit harsh," Tamaki said, also falling to his knees. He put an arm around Haruhi's shoulder as she sat like a statue.

"I'm sorry I can't be a good mother," she whispered. "She's right. It's all my fault."

Tamaki shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. It was never your fault. It's her fathers fault."

"Maybe I should tell her who her father is and send her to live with him," she sighed.

"No!" Tamaki roared. "No way am I letting my god-daughter go to live with that man! Look, how about this? I can give you anything you want, okay? Just ask me for anything, I won't even care if you ask for my life. You're too much to me and I don't want to see you like this."

She shook her head. "I can't accept money from you or anyone. I'm sorry, but I have to make my own living. She's right... if I'd continued school and didn't listen to Kyouya, maybe we would have had a better life."

"That's not right," Honey shook his head. "She's exactly like her father. A spoiled-sport. You could get her anything she wanted, and she'd still be a pain-in-the—" He was stopped by a cough from Mori, who was reminding him about the kids. "Don't fall for her tricks," he continued after a nod. "Don't fall for her just as you fell for Kyouya."

Haruhi nodded. "I'll try my best..."

"And until you can go back to do your schooling again," Tamaki said as he wrote on a piece of paper in a booklet that he'd pulled out of his pocket, "you will accept this cheque." He wrote 10,000 dollars to Haruhi Fujioka on it and passed it over to her.

She looked down at the paper in his hand and looked up to meet his gaze. "I told you, I can't accept any money. If you really want to help me, then you'll let me continue my life normally. There's another trait she got from Kyouya, and that's not being able to hold a grudge." She smiled.

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LIKED THAT CHAPTER?? I don't know if I should add the life of Kyouya in this chapter... Maybe the next chapter should be it? Nah, I'll do it in this chapter. It's about a 5 second thing, actually, so I'll just add it here... SORRY ABOUT THE INTERRUPTION!

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3 months later

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Kyouya sighed as he sat up in bed. He picked up his glasses from the bedside table and slipped them on. He looked over to the other side of the bed and saw Kazuna still sleeping.

Standing and slipping his shoes on, he walked down to the living room and looked over at the clock on the wall, which also had the date.

October 19ththe day he raped his wife, 15 years ago.

He wondered what had become of his ex-wife and whether or not she had re-married or not, as he'd done. He wondered if she had children yet or not, and whether or not she continued her schooling, which he'd convinced her to stop.

"Good morning, Kyouya-Sama," a maid said as she entered the living room. He nodded in reply. She walked out to the kitchen to tell the chef to start cooking breakfast, as their master was awake.

Kyouya had become very successful in his years, and was now the president – yep, you heard it. He was the president! That's how much he'd accomplished in his life, and he liked his life. The only problem was – his wife wasn't doing what was required of her. He wanted a child, and she wouldn't listen to his wishes and give him one.

"I'll accept to marry you," she said on the day he proposed, "but just know this. I won't have your child. I don't want to have a baby. If you really want a kid, go adopt one, but don't think I'm going to be the one who's taking care of it. You can go live in Africa yourself if you think I'd do something like that."

And now, Kyouya was childless, and he was missing Haruhi more then ever.

"I can't believe I ever trusted you! I should have married Tamaki!"

The words still clung on him like a bad smell, and they still stung his heart.

"Good morning, honey," Kazuna yawned as she walked into the living room. She kissed him on the cheek as she reached him and plunked herself on the couch. "What's up?"

He sat beside her curtly and looked down at his feet. "I remember everything that happened 15 years ago just as if it had been only yesterday..."

"Which is?" she asked absent-mindedly.

He shook his head. "Don't worry." He stood up and walked to his bedroom so he could get changed into a suit, as he had an appointment with someone of great importance in half an hour.

As he was changing, he walked over to a drawer and pulled it open. Underneath all the junk he kept in there, he pulled out a photo which he kept hidden, and stared at it with envy.

I miss you, Haruhi, he thought to himself as he stared at the photo of the two of them. I'm sorry... I hope I can find you again one day and make amends. He kissed her face and placed the photo underneath all the junk again. And I hope you can find yourself to trust me again...

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OKAY, NOW IT'S DONE!

How'd you like it? Reckon its fun, or what? Actually, I got the idea of what's happening from the movie I mentioned in the last chapter (with the phone, the poor-ness, the president thingy, etc.) but seeing as I haven't seen the movie, I don't know what order it went in. When I get to the part where Kyouya finds out about Tatsuki, that's when the rest of the story will be my own. I might ask my mum for the continuation of the story and I might add some things into it, but yeah... Where was I going with this?

THANKYOU TO THE 8 REVIEWS I GOT IN ONE DAY! I WAS SO HYPED UP WHEN I SAW THAT I HAD 19 EMAILS! THANKYOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE FIRST CHAPTER! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!

Hmm... seeing as I got only 1 review for Ouran Hearts, I might leave that for a later time. I'll write this story first, and then I'll continue Ouran Hearts.

Okay, I'm busting to go to the toilet now, so I'm off – GOODBYE! TILL NEXT TIME, MY FRIENDS!

Never far behind – Aly and AJ

Hold on to what you believe

I will always be your friend

I know who you are inside

I am with you till the end

Never far behind

I am standing in the distance

You can take your time

And I will be here waiting

Never far behind

Yeah...

Never far behind!

I love this song :) it's the best thing ever :P I have it on repeat almost all the time, and then when I get bored of it, I listen to Tatu :P Yes, I'm a weirdo xD

NOW I REALLY GOTTA PEE! BYE!