DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM

"Mother," said Yasha calmly as he let go of Hisoka pants, "Hello nice to see you." Haruhi just stared at her son with her arms folded.

"I hope you're not thinking Hisoka and I were possibly going to do something indecent," said Yasha, "We were merely changing clothes for our cos play day here in the host club."

"Yasha don't insult me by trying to trick me with such an obvious lie," said Haruhi, "I didn't come here to be lied to and insulted by my son!"

"What did bring you here Mother?" asked Yasha.

"I was here talking to your teacher about why you got detention over merely holding hands with Hisoka is all," said Haruhi.

"Oh I see," said Yasha.

"Hisoka you can come too," said Haruhi.

"Sure thing Miss Haruhi!" said Hisoka grabbing his blazer and following after Haruhi and Yasha.

"We'll be back later alright?" Haruhi said to her other two children as she walked past them.

"Sure thing Mother," said Kotoko.

"I wonder what they did this time to make people jealous of them," said Han.

"Jealous?" asked Seina.

"That's the only reason I can think of that people don't like the idea of Yasha and Hisoka being together," said Han.

"That's an interesting theory," said Seina with a smile taking her boyfriend's hand. As Haruhi opened the door for her son and Hisoka she noticed Han and Seina holding hands.

'Hmm,' she thought bitterly before walking out.

When Haruhi, Yasha, and Hisoka got back to the teachers' office nearly all of the other teachers from before were still there gathered around Miss Ijiwaru's office. She looked a little bit nervous with Hatsu standing in front of her still looking stern and intimidating.

"Aunt Hatsu what are you wearing?" asked Hisoka.

"Just an outfit that basically says; don't mess with anyone around me that I care about!" said his aunt.

"Oh, I think Uncle Hikaru's going to have a fun time with you when you get home," said Hisoka looking her over.

"Thanks dear," said Hatsu sweetly.

"Yasha have a seat," Haruhi instructed her son taking the other seat in front of the teacher's desk.

"Of course Mother," said Yasha obeying his mother calmly.

"Now then Yasha I want to hear your side of the story," said Haruhi.

"Certainly," said Yasha, "I was waiting for my boyfriend outside his final class of the day and decided it would be nice to hold hands with him on the way to our clubroom. When we passed by Miss Ijiwaru here she told us it's not allowed to hold hands with each other. I however don't ever remember reading anything in the handbook saying anything specific that we weren't allowed to. So I merely mentioned it to my teacher. She however mistook it as me talking back to her and thought it was needed to give me detention for it."

"Does anyone have a handbook handy?" Haruhi asked. One of the other teachers quickly produced one. Haruhi flipped through it.

"I don't see anything that proteins to no one being allowed to hold hands, male or female," said Haruhi. She looked up at the teacher, "Care to defend?"

"Well it's kind of one of those unspoken rules," said Miss Ijiwaru.

"Does anyone else wish to confirm that claim?" asked Haruhi. None of the other teachers spoke up. "There's no reason to be afraid. If it's something you teachers don't approve I merely wish to know."

"As do I," said Yasha.

"Yasha," his mother warned.

"We've never had a problem like this before really," said one of the other teachers, "So I don't recall ever having to deal with such a thing before."

"I see," said Haruhi, "Well let me ask you all this. Does anyone here have a problem with my son holding his boyfriend's hand?" Again none of the other teachers spoke up. "So really this is just you being prejudice towards my son and his lover Miss Ijiwaru."

"I'm merely trying to uphold the image this school is trying to produce," said Miss Ijiwaru.

"And what's that? Snub people because they're different?" asked Haruhi. Miss Ijiwaru looked stuck. "So in all honesty, you have no real reason to be giving my son detention. Therefore if you keep insisting on it I will take more drastic action along with my husband!"

"Fine, I won't be bullied by such a woman as you!" said Miss Ijiwaru, "I will still see your son in detention come Monday!"

"Very well," said Haruhi, "Let's go Yasha, this place reeks of a rather disgusting odor."

"Coming Mother," said Yasha as he followed his mother out along with Hisoka and Hatsu.

"Well I guess there's nothing more to do then to just go on back to club huh?" said Hisoka, "Yasha are you coming?"

"Yes of course," said Yasha about to follow after him.

"Uh no, not so fast," said Haruhi grabbing her son's shoulder, "You and I are going to go home and have a little talk I think!"

"A little talk, about what?" asked Yasha.

"About you and dressing habits apparently!" said Haruhi dragging her son along with her towards the exit, "Hisoka, do me a favor and ask Kotoko to drive her brother home in her car?"

"Uh sure," said Hisoka walking back to the clubroom.

"Hisoka what is she talking about?" Hatsu asked walking after her nephew.

"Uh nothing Aunt Hatsu," said Hisoka.

"Then why is she bringing Yasha home with her?" asked Hatsu.

"No idea got to go!" said Hisoka as he ran off fast.

"Hmm very well I'll just have to ask Haruhi when we get back to her house," said Hatsu, "I hope it's nothing I have relay back to your parents!" Hisoka gulped as carefully as he could so his aunt wouldn't notice he was feeling nervous.

"Mother, I think you're overreacting," said Yasha when he, his mother and maid got home and Haruhi practically threw him into her office.

"Am I?!" asked Haruhi, "Because I'm pretty reacting just fine over seeing my son apparently about to have sex in a changing room!"

"Mother what is the big deal about such a thing?" asked Yasha, "It's not like one of us can get pregnant if we did."

"That's not the point!" said Haruhi, "You don't have sex just to have sex! You do it to express your love towards someone!"

"And what makes you think Hisoka and I don't love each other?" asked Yasha.

"Well for one thing you two have only been together for one or two weeks at the most!" said Haruhi.

"Yes but I've known him my whole life," said Yasha.

"Your point being?!" asked Haruhi, "Did you want to have sex with him back when you were six or something?! I'm not saying you two aren't really in love but I don't think it's a good idea to simply rush into something like sex! Sex is not something to be taken lightly even if you can't get pregnant over it!"

"I'm sorry but I don't understand," said Yasha. Haruhi groaned rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"I'm going to have your father talk to you when he gets home about this. Maybe he can explain it better to you!" she said.

"Father?" said Yasha, "No offence or anything Mother but Father's worse then you. He doesn't approve of me and my way of life what so ever."

"That's not true!" insisted Haruhi, "Your father doesn't care if you're gay or not! He's merely worried about you living in a world where you're going to be treated wrongly like that teacher of yours. You're his son so of course he's going to worry!"

"Like he worries about Kotoko and her relationship?" asked Yasha folding his arms in annoyance.

"Yasha!" warned his mother, "Don't try that!"

"Try what Mother?" asked Yasha.

"Shifting the talk of this conversation from you to your sister; you and she are real good at that!"

"Is everything alright in here?" asked Kyoya suddenly appearing in the room.

"Father," said Yasha.

"You need to talk with your son!" said Haruhi.

"About what exactly?" asked Kyoya.

"About why it's not okay to simply have sex just so you can do it!" said Haruhi.

"Yasha?" asked Kyoya.

"Mother may have caught me and Hisoka in a bit of a compromising position," said Yasha.

"I see and were you about to have sex?" asked Kyoya.

"The thought had crossed my mind yes. I have been feeling the need to have my way with Hisoka for a little while," Yasha admitted, "Although I still don't see why it would be so bad if I did seeing as how I can't get him pregnant."

"I don't think that's the problem here Yasha," said Kyoya, "The problem is your mother and I don't want to see you simply throwing yourself around all the place if you're so willing to do it when you've only been together with someone for roughly a few weeks." Yasha looked between his two parents.

"All I'm hearing is that you don't think I'm really in love with Hisoka which I am thank you!" said Yasha, "You've never been too happy with me over being gay have you father?"

"Yasha stop this," said his father.

"No I want to know the truth Father! Do you or do you not wish that I wasn't gay?" Yasha demanded to know. Kyoya took a deep breath.

"I don't think it would be wise to answer your question given your current attitude," he said.

"Just answer me Father!" Yasha snapped at him.

"Don't talk to your father like that!" Haruhi snapped back.

"I want to know!" Yasha insisted.

"There is a part of me that wishes you weren't gay," Kyoya finally admitted. Haruhi buried her face in her hands as Kyoya uttered those words.

"Oh no!" she moaned.

"I knew it!" said Yasha.

"It's not for the reason you think!" said Haruhi quickly, "Right Kyoya?"

"Don't try and defend him Mother!" said Yasha, "There's no point! I know when I'm not welcome at someplace and right now that's here my own home!" He stormed out of the room in a huff.

"I'm sorry Haruhi," said Kyoya, "but you know how I feel about lying."

"I know I know but," said Haruhi, "I just wish we could have explained to him more. He just got so mad! I don't know if I've ever really seen him that angry!" Kyoya stood up and tried to comfort his wife.

"We can try talking to him again once he's cooled down and I can explain to him why I don't like the idea of him being gay. It's not that I'm ashamed. It's because I don't want to see my son tormented just because he is who he is."

"I know and I tried telling that to him," said Haruhi, "But he was just too angry to listen."

"Most people do that when they're truly angry," said Kyoya.

Suddenly they heard the front door open.

"Are the other two home yet?" asked Haruhi as she and Kyoya walked out of her office to see Yasha walking out the front door and load a bag into a taxi cab.

"Yasha, where are you going?!" asked Haruhi in alarm.

"I can't stay here if Father can't accept me for whom I am!" said Yasha, "I'm sorry Mother but this is it! I'll call you after I have calmed down."

"Yasha!" Haruhi shouted as she tried running after her son and his taxi as it took off, "No!"

"Yasha," muttered Kyoya, "Where did we go wrong with you?"