AN: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or the song. The songs belongs to Cat Stevens

Chapter Dedications: TO EVERYONE BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF THEIR REVIEWS! (hehe. SunniDanni, again, makes me hold my sides in pain from laughing so hard)

Chapter 15: Father and Son

Now's not time to make a change

Just relax, take it easy

You're still young, that's your fault

There's so much you have to know

Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

Kyouya's hands shook as he adjusted his kimono. He glanced at the door, anxiety rushing over him. Tamaki came in with a soft smile. "Ready?" He asked. Kyouya shook his head.

"Absolutely not. I-I can't do this"

Tamaki rolled his eyes. "You're not going to be able to get out of this. You know your father"

"I'm not ready" Kyouya gripped the table for support. "Oh, god"

Yoshio slammed the door closed, not caring that it wasn't his house. "What are you doing?" he hissed at his son. Kyouya rubbed his temple, looking down.

"I was spending time with my family" He sighed. Yoshio laughed harshly.

"And you're so sure that this is your son? That…scarlet women could have been impregnated by-"

"Father, are you really that blind?" He spat. "Toujiku looks exactly like me! If you can't see that, maybe you should observe the way he acts. I wouldn't be shocked if he was my clone"

"Cloning!" Yoshio said firmly. "She must have taken your DNA-"

"You're getting desperate now, Father" Kyouya almost laughed at him.

Tamaki smiled. "There, now" He said proudly. "Mother looks handsome."

Kyouya snorted in laughter. Another knock sounded and the two looked at the door. Yoshio walked in, stiff and stern. "Is everything fine in here?"

The two nodded. "Hai" Kyouya said. "Why don't you wait outside?"

Yoshio sighed. "Kyouya I know that you're angry-"

"Father, leave"

He pushed his glasses up. "I'll go." He opened the door. "I just want to say…that I think this is the right thing"

"Well that's your own opinion"

"Why? Why must you disobey me?! Sumire well be a great wife, a lot better than Fujioka"

"You're wrong. Haruhi will be a wonderful wife. Sumire is an annoying gold digger. I don't understand what you don't see!"

"I don't see an ideal woman in her, Kyouya. Think! You are choosing a woman who will spend the rest of her life with you. Would you really choose Haruhi over-"

"Without a doubt"

Hikaru and Kaoru adjusted each other's kimonos. "We look mighty handsome don't we?" Kaoru asked.

He smiled at his twin. "When have we ever not?"

"Is the blushing bride excited about today?" Kaoru asked sarcastically.

"Why wouldn't she be? She's marrying Ootori Kyouya. He's the most handsome and one of the richest men in Japan."

"They'll be content with each other"

Hikaru shook his head. "I disagree"

Kyouya sat, his hands folded on his lap. Yoshio was staring at his son. "Tell me, what do you see in Fujioka that isn't in Sumire"

He stepped back uneasily as Kyouya gave a radiant smile. "Haruhi…she's kind. She's strong. She won't let anyone push her around. She's strong. She doesn't try to change me, like Sumire does. Haruhi is independent, and although she sometimes needs me, she doesn't rely on me fully. She likes being her own person. She's- she's also a very good mother" Yoshio was stoic. "I'm sure you don't know this. I used to always vent out my problems to her. Most of them were about you, to tell the truth" His father smirked. "The one thing that I didn't understand was that even though she knew you hated her and disapproved our relationship, she still defended you. All the time, every single time!"

Yoshio let out a low laugh. "Stop trying to turn me on this issue."

Kyouya stood and slammed his hands on Tamaki's desk. "Father!"

Yoshio nearly jumped out of his skin. Was this his Kyouya? Scolding him as if he were a child?

"I love her!" He said, his voice laced with pain.

Yoshio stared at his son.

Tamaki tugged on the man's hair softly. "Time to go"

Kyouya nodded miserably. He walked out after the blond. Family members were standing on either side. Mustering up a tall stance, he held his arm out, waiting for his bride. She walked up to him, with a small smile. He forced a grin her way as the walked towards a little shrine.

"You're going to marry to her"

Kyouya's eyes widened. "Father no, father please! I can't marry Sumire!"

They prayed together to her ancestors when- "Wait!" She said. "I…I don't want to get married yet" She said meekly.

Yoshio raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. When did I say you were marrying Taniguchi?"

Kyouya let out a sigh. "Oh, thank god"

"Hey!" Haruhi laughed.

He grabbed her hand and kissed it lovingly. "You know that I love you, my Haruhi. I just don't want to rush anything. I mean, I'd love to marry you"

"But we'd like to get reacquainted with each other" Haruhi said, turning to their family.

Yoshio gave an exasperated sigh. "I would have thought you'd be happy about getting married to her!"

"I am!" Kyouya said firmly. "We just want to…"

"Like I said," Haruhi finished for him. "Get to know each other again"

Ranka frowned. "Just when I thought my little girl would be getting married finally"

"Dad," She hissed.

Yoshio walked out of the room, his hand on Kyouya's back. The man was smiling broadly. Haruhi looked at them, wondering what was going on. Sumire cleared her throat and pushed the mother and son out of the way. Tamaki let out a cry as he rushed to catch them before they fell. "My daughter! Godson!"

"So?" Sumire asked excitedly. "Did you set him straight?"

"Yes" Yoshio said happily. "And he set me straight too"

"Huh?" Haruhi asked. Touji glanced at his grandfather.

Sumire tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Tamaki grinned when Kyouya nodded at him. "I'm getting married" He said reluctantly. Haruhi's eyes widened.

Sumire clapped her hands, squealing in delight. "Oh! I'm so happy!"

"So soon?" Haruhi asked.

She glanced at the girl. "What are you talking about? Shouldn't you…leave now?"

"I'm afraid so, Haruhi" Kyouya answered, ignoring the woman. "Father insists"

She glanced at Yoshio in shock. "But Toujiku and I just got back!"

Yoshio shook his head. "It's not a question. You love each other, don't you?"

"Of course I love him," Sumire laughed, hugging Kyouya. The man snorted.

"I wasn't talking to you"

"

Three Weeks Later

Yoshio laughed, patting his son's back. "Are you ever going to marry the girl?"

Kyouya glared at him. "Of course I am" he snapped. "But I am not going to marry her when you tell me to. I want her to know that I'm not being forced by some old geezer to marry her"

"Old?!" He said in outrage. "Hardly. I'm young enough to-"

"Be my father which isn't young enough"

Yoshio shook his head. "Aren't we supposed to be getting Toujiku right now?"

"Oh, so now you change subjects when you don't have an answer?"

"I am trying to bond with my youngest son and all he does is jests" He muttered. Kyouya laughed.

"Come on. Haruhi is waiting for us to pick Touji up"

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Yoshio shifted uncomfortably as Toujiku stared up at him with his big brown eyes. "Is there something wrong?" He asked softly. Touji's eyes widened ever more as he shook his head. He swung his legs and licked his ice cream. "If there isn't something wrong, why are you staring at me?"

Touji giggled. "Why are you here with me and daddy?"

He glanced at the bathroom. Kyouya had left him alone with his grandson for a suspiciously long time. He cleared his throat and tried to smile at Touji. "Well, I want to get to know you"

"But you didn't want to know me before"

"Well now I do!"

"Why?"

"Because you're my grandson"

"Why?"

"I…" Yoshio stared. "Because… your father is my son"

"Why?"

"Because his mother is my wife"

"Why?"

"Because I love her?"

"Why?"

"Because I do!"

"Why did you hate mommy?"

He froze. "I…don't think I hated your mother…I just…disliked her"

"Why?!" Touji whined. "Mommy's so nice!"

"Well I didn't know that before," He sighed. "I judged her wrongfully"

A silence fell upon them. Touji let out a breath. "Why?"

"Toujiku" Someone snapped. The boy sat up as Kyouya sat down. "Stop playing games. Eat your ice cream"

He giggled and swung his legs again. "Why?" Kyouya was rather happy that he had changed his son's name a few days before as he said-

"Ootori Toujiku, I am warning you"

"Why?"

"Toujiku, that's enough"

"…"

"…"

"Why?"

Kyouya groaned and stuffed a rather large scoop of ice cream into his mouth to prevent him from screaming at his boy.