Title: TRUTH BENEATH THE LIES

Author:ecyoj06

Rating: M

Anime:Ouran High school Host Club

Pairing:KyoyaxHaruhi

Genre:Hurt/Friendship/Romance/Comfort

Summary:After a long time of being away, Haruhi found herself on a plane headed towards to the last place she wanted to be. It's not because her heart never wanted to be back, but because there's someone she didn't want to see… how could she faced a man she betrayed after loving her with all of his life?

Disclaimer:I don't own Ouran… the Host Club… or Kyoya… Too bad though…


Chapter TWo

The entire service was top of the notch. It couldn't be helped; Ootori Kyosuke was a very prominent figure in the society. Not only was he a first borne of a prestigious family like an Ootori clan, he was also legendary with regards to different types of scandalous behaviors.

She could remember, once when she first heard about the sudden take over of the Ootori Medical Facilities and its subsidiaries, a middle-aged woman flew out of the country to London just to get admitted to the hospital she's currently working at.

It was just coincidental that the said woman was under her care as her immediate physician and neuro-cardiovascular surgeon. It was then when she first heard about the sudden disappearance of the supposedly heir, Ootori Kyoya, and before everyone could even blink, the third son appeared again just right in the middle of the announcement made by the Patriarch of the Ootori clan with regards to the official heir, no need to say, that it was indeed Ootori Kyosuke.

Apparently after that sudden announcement, the Ootori Group faced different type of management, corporate management, risk management and emergency management. The Japanese Market turned chaotic because of the said development and it was broadcast not only in Japan but even internationally.

She recalled her own amazement when she finally realized the extent of the power of Ootori's. It's like a major calamity in terms of money, just like a financial crisis made just in a night in one party.

After they had managed to control and appease everything, placing almost everything back to normal, Ootori Kyoya, third son, silently broke ties with the Ootori Group of Companies, bringing his owned company under the said group and since then, the vicious man created his own legendary name.

On the other hand, the said reigning heir; pushed the management back to different people, while keeping his hold to the company fortune. A lot of their corporate manager was fired or had resigned, although it didn't matter to those people since Kyoya and some other well-known companies acquired them instead, because of dispute to internal management of the different part of the companies.

"Sakura-sensei…" A strong feminine voice called out, effectively cutting her musings. "I'm sorry I didn't notice you're here."

"Haruhi." Sakura called out with a smile. The woman never failed to bring out her smiles. With her petite body, beautiful face and eyes that was opened with wisdom… Ootori Haruhi, wife of Ootori Akito and mother to one, Ootori Akira, had proven herself indispensible not only as a woman but as formidable lawyer as well. "I just arrived a few hours back."

"I see." Haruhi smiled at her. "Thank you for coming. My husband was back there with his family."

"I'll just see him later then." She told her before looking around. "Where's Akira?"

"His grandfather is monopolizing him as of the moment." The said lawyer said with a sigh. "It seemed, Ootori Yoshio decided that it was time to let the public know that, Akira is his first male grandson. The one under the family name, that is."

"It's not sudden, anyway." Sakura muttered before eyeing the said woman in front of her. Even though, they never really got together in a way bestfriend does… she's still a family to her, a friend and a precious acquaintance. "Are you alright?"

"Of course." She immediately answered her, making Sakura suspicious. Haruhi sounded edgy on her opinion. "What made you think otherwise?"

"Aside from the much concealed dark lines under your eyes…" Sakura winked at her as she blushed. "Your voice was hoarse and your body's stiff."

"I'm just tired, Sakura-sensei." Haruhi told her as she rubbed her fingers. "I'll just take some pills you prescribed me when I'm stressed. I think it wasn't good to be attending wakes when you had a very painful and troublesome jet lag."

"It's not good to force yourself at all, Haruhi." Sakura said, not bothering to hide her other meaning which was momentarily made her look appalled. "Take care of yourself, Haruhi. Akira's a very perceptive kid, never mind Ootori-senpai, that man was a workaholic himself, but Akira would worry to see you so out of your element."

"Thank you." Haruhi told her with a timid smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

A few comforting silence exchanged between them as they watched the people dispersed little by little around the Ootori mausoleum. The funeral just passed, Kyosuke's ashes were kept on one of the compartments on the walls, and now, the after funeral press con just passed. The day was almost done and they both knew things would start to move accordingly.

*************

"I heard that you and your family were staying at the Maple Hotel." Yoshio stated as they left the mausoleum where his Eldest son finally reside. "You could stay at the house while you're still here in the country."

"Thank you, father." Akito said. "But I have to consult Haruhi about it first. There are just so many things to… umm… consider."

"True." Yoshio agreed as he tried to catch his current heir's masked off his face. "I would tell this to Haruhi as well. I would like my grandson to stay with me as close as possible. I heard that you would be staying here for a couple of days after the funeral and back to your house in London again."

"That's our plan father." Akito told him as they neared their cars where two women stood silently. "But Kyosuke's lawyer approached me a couple of nights ago to ask me to stay a little longer. He said that a week to a couple would be sufficient enough. I don't know what I got to do with it but… they said they needed Haruhi and my son to be there."

"Akira?" Kyoya finally joined their conversation. "What does your wife and son got to do with it?"

"That's what I don't understand." He admitted. "But they told me that it was needed."

"How did she react to this?" Kyoya asked impassively. "I'm surprised she agreed."

"She didn't." Akito mirthlessly told his brother and father who suddenly looked at him. "She doesn't know yet. And I'm not planning to let her know."

"I understand." Yoshio said, cutting whatever Kyoya was about to say, as they finally reached their destination. "Haruhi… Akira's with Fuyuumi."

"Okay, father." Haruhi acknowledge after meeting Akito's pecked on her cheeks. "Sakura-sensei, I'll just go to my son. If you'll excuse me…"

The four just looked on as Haruhi hurriedly walked on towards to the raven haired boy who's currently playing with a couple of blondes.

"Sakura…" Akito greeted before smiling at the said girl. "When did you arrive?"

"Just this morning." Sakura said before greeting the other two men. "It's been a long time, Yoshio-sama."

"Sakura." Yoshio greeted as the woman kissed his cheek as a greeting. "Maybe before you go back to England, you'll finally sign a contract with us."

"That would depend, Oji-sama." Sakura smiled before turning to Kyoya. "It's been a while Kyoya. The last time I met you in person was about 8 years ago… or was it 7?"

"Seven. That was seven years ago." Kyoya said as he kissed her hand. "I'm afraid I would pressure you in signing with us as well. Would you be kind enough and give us the duration of your stay?"

"Hmm… smooth as always Kyoya." Sakura chuckled. "About a couple of weeks perhaps."

"Then that would be the same time as Akito." Yoshio said before smiling. "Are you going to stay with your parents?"

"Yes." She said. "My mother nearly disowned me when I didn't go home every year… maybe I'll be forgotten and my name would be forbidden in the entire household if she learned I went back but decided to stay at a hotel… even if it's for free."

"That's true." Yoshio agreed with a fine laugh. "I wished Akito would think of the same thing too."

"What are you talking about, Oji-sama?" They turned as a little voice asked behind them, only to reveal a handsome boy in age 4. "What is it you wished of Papa? I could help you make him say 'yes'. I know a trick Mama taught me."

"Ohh?" Yoshio's glasses gleamed before kneeling taking the boy into his arms. "Then would you help me ask Papa and Mama to let all of you stay at our mansion instead of the hotel for a couple of weeks, so that we could be together longer before you go back to London?"

"Hmmm…" The said boy seemed to be thinking before turning to his mother. "I want to stay with Oji-san a little longer, Mama."

"Akira." Haruhi visibly paled. "Your father and I need to discuss this first."

"Why?" Akira asked innocently, not noticing the tensed air around him. "Was it bad to be with Oji-sama and Uncle Kyoya even for a couple of weeks?"

"No." Haruhi answered. "It's not but there were things we had to do back home that we couldn't just leave it like that."

"You're a partner of that law firm Haruhi." An unexpected voice said after clearing his throat. "And Akito-nii-san is the President of the Ootori Branches in Europe. Ootori's don't hire incompetent people; a couple of week of being away wouldn't make the companies bankrupt. There's no reason to decline a request from the head family, right?"

"We'll stay at the Ootori Mansion, then." Akito suddenly announced, startling Haruhi and making Akira squealed out of glee.

"Sorry." The four-year old boy suddenly said as he buried his face on his grandfather's shoulder. "It's not right to squeal like a girl… it's unbecoming of an Ootori."

"Ohhh?" Yoshio exclaimed, quite impressed. "Who taught you that?"

"Louie-san…" Akira told his grandfather with a pout and twinkling eyes. "He's our butler, and he's also my tutor and violin teacher."

"Hmm…" Yoshio Ootori smiled as he proceeded to walk towards the limousine with his grandson. "He's very useful then."

"He is." They heard Akira agreed before they saw them entered the limousine together.

"It seemed to me the Yoshio-sama looked younger with Akira." Sakura suddenly told them with a chuckle. "They love each other. It seemed you two would be alone together more often."

"It seemed so." Akira laughed a little as he looked at his blushing wife. "It would be a great vacation then."

"Akira." Haruhi chastised as they walked towards their own ride with Sakura in tow living the official heir behind with glinting glasses and indiscernible expression.

*************

Taking a glass of scotch at his private bar, Kyoya sat on the couch facing the scenery of the greater Tokyo. He couldn't go back to the mansion like this. The three days of non-sleep, doing the necessary changes on the Ootori Group's corporate management, among others, the continuous questions about his feelings of being taken back to the family and being the named heir, a stupid reporter even had the guts to add finally on that context, took his energy and patience away. Not to mention, his constant acquaintance with one Haruhi Fujioka and her family.

The night his father told him about the possible 'homecoming' of his brother with his 'family', he asked one of his private detectives to dig everything he could about the entire family.

Of course, the result was delivered to his office the following day and he had an ample time to read every single thing about it before they managed to arrive that evening, late evening.

According to the report, his brother Ootori Akito, aside from the Ootori Branch in Europe and Greater America, had his own businesses and investments on the same area, mainly in France, England, Brazil, Cuba and some part of America like Texas and such.

His brother's latest business deal in Nevada was also included, but it stated there as well that three fifths of his investment, properties and businesses was named to his son, Akira, a part of the remaining two was named after Haruhi and the last would be to Akito, himself.

It overwhelmed him to know how responsible his brother could be. With how things were going when Kyosuke's was still alive, his brother was perceptive enough to ensure that his family would be well taken care off whether with the help of the Ootori fortune or not.

Next he decided to check his 'nephew's 'dossier. It stated there that his nephew was born on spring, February 17th of the year 2005. For a four-year old boy, his IQ was far better than any average kid. He's a genius. A prodigy in playing violin and piano, with the privileged of being able to play a solo piano concerto in front of the queen of England herself at the raw age of 3 under his belt, the music society was going crazy about the kid, especially when they heard that he started to play the violin as well.

It was said that because of his extraordinary talent, his nephew was invited to study at the royal school in Buckingham and it was then said that he would go there this coming fall. Aside from all this, it was also said that the said boy had already recorded two piano albums and was currently on its platinum status with regards to copies sold and still increasing.

No wonder his father was so taken to the said child. Engrossed and taken enough for him to cradle the said boy with his arms on public. He wouldn't be surprised to see the picture of loving grandfather and son tomorrow morning, along side with the funeral story.

The business sense of the child was still soon to be seen, although there was once a time from the last three days and three nights they had been together, he had once heard the father and son talking about Frankfurt Stock Market, if he heard it correctly, his brother was asking his son on what to do with his stocks on the market. Due to stress and lacked of sleep, he couldn't recall what the kid's answer was.

Halting before placing a finger on the side of his forehead, rubbing it counterclockwise, Kyoya stood up from where he was sitting before going to his stash of wines and spirits to get something hard and strong.

He would be looking at Haruhi's dossier… he needed something strong to keep him sane and logical. And so, when he finally got what he needed from the corner bar, he then picked the last folder on the table before flipping the pages.

The first thing that caught his eyes was the picture of a beautiful woman with brown hair, long enough to reach her shoulders, styled in a practical yet attractive way, framing her face while keeping the business look and yet looked more elegant than stiff. Then he noticed those eyes, those eyes that he loved so much. A pair of brown eyes, deep and huge.

He could remember that back in Ouran, those eyes always seemed to look at him like he was a puzzle to digest and yet he felt like it was reaching his soul. It held innocence and mirth, sometimes boredom but more often than not… it held… a spark of challenge.

But now, as he looked at the picture before him, those eyes, even though still deep and huge, those brown orbs held nothing of its innocence but it entailed a knowing spark… more appropriately… wisdom.

Those eyes that once held innocence and mirth, now held wisdom far from her age, and it… overwhelmed him, also… saddened him.

The next thing that caught his attention was the name underneath the picture and he almost broke the glass on his hand. The name said… Ootori, Haruhi.

He cursed as disdain erupted from within his soul. If only things went smoothly before… the name wouldn't make his blood boil. That name would be bringing pride and joy to his heart… but because things happened and things had changed to where everything is… he hated the name. Hated it to his core.

Proceeding, trying to ignore the little pains he's currently feeling… it was then he found out how successful the only woman he had loved had become. She's currently one of the most respected, formidable and sought after lawyer in Europe. She specialized on international corporate law and she's currently one of the major partner of the most prestigious law firm not only in Europe but the US as well… the most wanted firm in the world… THE FIRM. Ootori, Haruhi is one of the few partners of 'THE FIRM'.

Aside from never ending successful cases she had won for the past five years even before Akira was born, Haruhi was also considered to be one of the most formidable women in the world. The Ootori name was just another piece to a never ending of why's. And even though he felt like he was cheated since he should be the one who should be experiencing all those things with her, he still felt proud that she had achieved everything she did.

Taking a quick deep breath, Kyoya rubbed his forehead to ease some of the stress he's currently feeling. Stopping himself from hauling Haruhi to her feet and punishing her until she understood what she had done to him was more of an effort than he thought it would be.

He was on his second glass of scotch when a pair of smooth arms slid from her neck to his broad chest, opening his buttons one by one. He closed his eyes as he let his senses work for him.

He felt few lingering kisses were being given to his nape as a hand made its way inside his polo. His suite was long forgotten on the chair at the far corner of where he was seated. A few teasing blows to his ear before he felt a wet lick was given to one of his ear.

He felt himself readying as the woman continued to suck and lapped on his ear with her hands working overtime with his polo and belt. He felt her leave him alone for a while before she felt her move in front of him.

He felt her fumbled on his belt before she unzipped and unsnapped his pants. Pulling it out of him eagerly, he felt her fingers lightly touched the skin just above his boxers, making him even harder, that's why when she got him free of his boxers, his member sprang forward hitting his stomach before he felt her wrapped her fingers around him and in just a moment, she straddled him before guiding his member to his opening.

She was riding him on his couch with his eyes close. She could hear her gasped and whimpers as she impaled herself on him, ensuring that he's fully and wholly inside her sheath. But even though he could hear her thrashing, he deemed to block her out as he let himself imagine someone else. As he let himself remember a part of his memory that he would never forget, that he would always treasure and before the woman could even say 'oh yes', he had grabbed her waist tightly before pushing her beneath him, pounding so hard that she could imagine her opening beyond possible for him. He could care less if she's hurting or enjoying it.

************

After from graduating from Ouran, she could count how many times she had been inside this house. Before she was just a part, a member of a dysfunctional club called Ouran Host Club. The only time she could be welcomed to such outrageously huge mansion, was during the moments she had been vouched to wake the demon king, or when they were supposed to be doing something trivial and they had to fetch, forced, Kyoya to go with them by kidnapping him inside his own house.

But then after she had been admitted to Tokyo University as their top student, a scholar and a promising Law student, the invitation for her to be with the Ootori family had increased. Sometimes, it was supposed to be a tea party at first, only to find herself in the middle of the entire Ootori first family, naming, Yoshio Ootori, Fuyuumi Shiido, Kyosuke Ootori, Akito Ootori and of course, the shadow king, Kyoya Ootori.

She would be fetch by Tachibana, Kyoya's personal confidant every time the family had decided to get together, of course that was just on the first few months, but then after that, some other Ootori personal personnel would come to her school or part time job to pick her up, the only time that she would get a free time to herself and some enforced free days from work were the times that she needed to study for her exams.

The tea parties also escalated, she then invited to go to some formal parties as a date of one of the three Ootori sons or sometimes, she would be invited to go to Yoshio's office just to sit down and listen to some lawful squabbles.

The trips for those business meetings were fruitful but of course, it had its priced. She then obligated to go with one of Yoshio's son for a date, a night out, a party or even just lunch, late breakfast or dinner with the family.

It was only later when she finally realized the reason for all those times that she was forced, invited, to go with them. The Ootori Patriarch wanted her to be his daughter-in-law, period.

It was just fortunate that she's falling in love with one of those sons. She's falling in love or in love with Ootori Kyoya, the one and only Shadow King. And so when they finally told everyone about their relationship, she felt whole and complete.

It was the time of complete bliss. She felt like she was just playing with him. Every single day was filled with fun and unpredictable things. There were the times when she would get kidnapped after a gruesome test only for her to find herself in the middle of Bali, or wherever the Shadow King deemed it necessary to go.

It was her graduation in College, she got accelerated after taking series of exams that enabled her to skip or passed certain units without even taking them, that Kyosuke Ootori finally told her in a very uncomfortable way that marriage to her was also a key to be the head of the Ootori Group of Companies.

Yoshio Ootori dangled not only the entire Ootori fortune, but also her to his son for them to compete each other like hyenas.

And so on the night she just accepted a job in one of the most prestigious law firm in Japan, her world crumbled like a set of domino on a pattern festival. Her dreams, her life, her world were turned upside down.

And of course, that was five years ago. That was five years since she got married to one Ootori Akito.

Pulling her shawl nearer to her body as she sat on this particular spot at the so-called Emerald Garden, she could smell the clean, fresh and sweet scent of the air. Her body relaxed instantly as the still cold midnight breeze played with her hair as it flattered her shawl. It was a refreshing feeling, like a welcome home embrace for her and as odd as it may seemed, for five years of having a successful career, being well-known not by somebody else's means but by her own merits, and having a wonderful husband and son, she felt that just being hear, with closed eyes, and feeling cold was the most serene her soul felt.

Tilting her head as her face welcomed the supposed to be starry sky, Ootori Haruhi felt like being Fujioka Haruhi once again. Her very soul was singing praises for her as she inhaled the flowery scent of the air. Her heart beats like it was on a rock show in the middle of Tokyo. Her body tingled like it was being caressed in the most passionate way and her mind was as clear as a calm blue sea. She felt ecstatic and refreshed.

She loved this feeling. She loved how everything felt for her… but even though how peaceful this very place brought her, she knew she had to go. She knew she had to leave. She knew that for the betterment of everyone, she had to go back to England. She had to go back to the world of make pretend, of fairy tales, of honeys and sweets.

Looking up on the sky once more, figuring different constellation like she used to do when she's childish and believes in fantasy, Ootori Haruhi decided that even if it's just for tonight she'll be a Fujioka once again.

************

After his little play time with the foolish blonde turned brunette, Kyoya parked his Bentley on the covered garage at the side of the mansion. He was about to enter the house by its east door when his eyes took the elaborated maze of the Emerald Garden.

Emerald Garden was the garden her mother created and treasured when she was still alive. He remembered that this was the place they usually take afternoon breaks with her. He could still remembered all those tales she would tell him, tales about chivalry, being a gentleman, a prince and his destined princess, hidden treasures and more. He never grew tired of all those stories. Those were the only things that kept his childhood normal, if anything with his childhood could be considered normal.

That place was special to him since he was a kid and it became more special to him when he brought her here. This was the place where she would go to hide from all those suffocating atmosphere those parties brought her. This was the place where they would often go just to look at the sky and count those so-called falling stars.

Just remembering those senseless things they did make him smile his true forgotten smile. He just never failed to do uncharacteristic things when she was with him and it amazed him. It amazed him that she had the power to make her do those things even though she never asked them from him at all.

Taking a quick trip towards that long forgotten garden, Kyoya almost thanked and cursed heaven when he caught the sight of the woman he been missing with his every waking day. He still loves her, that's what his body and soul was telling him but then again as he watched how the wind played with her hair, how the midnight breeze blew her red shawl away from her body, sculpting it to perfection, Kyoya never thought that it would be possible to feel jealous like he was feeling like this.

He was feeling something waking up on his body. The beast who had been waiting for moments like this, ever since she arrived and within arms length from him, was starting to awaken and if he would like to keep his distance away from her for both of their sakes, he should take a turn around and walked back to his room and do whatever he should do.

Taking his resolution of leaving her alone, Kyoya cursed when she tilted her head up, exposing that smooth skin of her neck for him to feast and with a just one smile, Kyoya found himself walking urgently towards her before he took her shoulders, turning her towards him, giving her a lip crashing lip locked.

*********************End of Chapter Two

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