I mean, I get a lot of encouragement to write from reviews and I really appreciate them. Anyway, you're not here for A/N you're here for the story.

"What the hell is wrong with your family?!" Kyoya shouts as I roll my eyes "You're not the Transgender one are you?"

"Of course not you idiot" I hiss as I pat the sofa "This is going to be long story so listen up"

Third Person POV

Flashback

When Suzuki Hitomi first met Yamada Noboru, it wasn't anything special, far from it, it had been stiff and arranged, to join two wealthy families. Hitomi had been a fair maiden, a heart of gold and sheltered from the world and it's hardships. She didn't understand the basic functions of lust or even betrayal, why should she? She had been coddled as a child and young adult, that was until Noboru appeared in his suit and tie.

Hair combed back and glasses adjusted, as she trotted down the stairs to first greet him. At first there was some conflict, he had been hard and lived a life of eat or be eaten and her, well she was some sunflower child, uncultured. A year passed as the young adults finally tied the knot, the age gape not bothering anyone, he had been 5 years her senior.

So at the age of 17, Hitomi married the 22 year old Yamada Heir. Life ran smoothly, she tended to all his needs, careful not to step on his toes and to aid him, to keep him happy. When the time came, the first child was to be expected. Excited and new to all of the parenthood ahead, Hitomi was happier than she ever had been and it radiated to everyone in both families.

Hitomi's tan skin glowed in the soft after glow of twilight as she turned to her husband, a pen sticking out of his mouth and hair dishevelled and eyes tired, his smile strained as he hugged his wife from behind, most tensions gone between the pair. His dark eyes scanning over, she certainly was a beauty at the age of 27 and he was all his.

Or at least he thought.

He raced to the Hospital, his young driver Gin flooring it, he checked his phone for the 17th time in the half hour as he spots the Hospital, the bright lights causing his eyes to flicker and readjust. He tumbled in, pushing past other people, the smell of old people and chlorine oddly enough as he looked around, the outside chilled wind hitting his back.

He was given the number to her room as he heard her pained cries. Running toward the room, he didn't care how his image was, that was his wife and she needed him. Noboru, the young brunette almost threw up, there was blood and something he could only describe as.

"If hentai suddenly was only gore and my wife was the star of it all"

He waited outside, he felt anxious, this child, it would be half of him. And he would love it with all he would have. A nurse in blue scrubs tapped him on the shoulder. He walked in, he was so nervous, he saw his beloved wife with a strained smile as she cradled the child.

"It's a girl" Hitomi whispers as Noboru looks at his daughter, how small she was as he smiled "She didn't cry out not once, she's just been sleepy"

"I'm now guessing what you'll call her then" Noboru smiles as his wife nods.

"Meet Yamada Nemu, Nemu meet your Otou-san, the best Otou-san"

Years passed, 2 to be exact as Hitomi sat in the backyard, her bundle of joy sprinting around chasing geese.

"Papa!" the small toddler screams as Hitomi turns her head to her Father.

"Father" she says getting up to hug him as she calls Nemu over.

"No, this concerns you and I alone" he says as she nods.

"Nemu do you want to head into the kitchen and wait for your father to get home!"

"Hai!"

Nemu did not in fact go to the kitchen, she followed her Mother and grandfather to a secluded area of the mansion, laughter and hushed whispers rebounding off the walls as Nemu hid behind an Umbrella pot. The hushed whispers, now noises of sloppy slurping and low moaning. Nemu stayed there for a while as she heard banging on the wall.

"You need to have sex with him tonight, I refuse to have our Name be soiled by the Yamada's, you already have one Yamada brat and she'll never amount to anything"

"Father!" Hitomi hisses as he frowns.

"You're just as sick as I am and you agreed to this"

"I agreed to better the Suzuki's"

"We had been doing this for years, only now have I decided to gift you with a child, you should be grateful I still consider you my daughter after your clear abandonment of your family"

"Nemu was sick, she had a Meningitis-"

"Shut up and just do it"

8 and half months later a baby boy had been born with thick black hair and blue eyes like his mother. But not even enough denial could cloud Noboru's thoughts. It doesn't matter who you are, if one counter part Brown eyes in a relationship, the baby will have Brown eyes and two blue eyes make a blue eyed baby.

The son, grew up learning that his father hated him, but loved his sister and so with that logic, he had started change the way he thought, to be a girl and then his father will love him. Yamada Sho would now become Yamada Shura. He followed in his sisters foosteps, she had been kind and caring.

"Maa, Shura-chan if you wanna be a girl you have to have long hair!" Nemu shouts as she celebrates her 7th birthday.

"But Nemu-chan, my hair is so thick" SHo whines as he twirls in his sisters dress.

"Did you even make me a gift?"

"Uh…. I'll be right back"

Nemu sat in the garden as she scribbled aimlessly, her Father walking in front of her with his father, her eyes wide as she shrunk into herself. Her grandfather on her Father's side scared her slightly, he was bulky, a white beard fine and trimmed.

"I refuse to accept that cross dressing runt as Family, either you make sure he stays a boy or he is to be kicked out at 16" he says as Father nods.

"As much as agree with your standards, Nemu is far too attached to him"

"She is smart"

"Her heart will be broken-"

"Hey Nemu-chan! Here, hold this" the boys voice was soft "Nemu-chan! Look I made a daisy chain just for you"

"Oh thank you" Nemu says as she reaches into her pouch "I have a gift too!"

"Oh what is it?!"

"Everyday, we'll meet up here and choose a flower and make a wish as we throw it in, that way you'll be able to be a real girl!"

It was true, Nemu was smart in her own way, she was smart not to show it off, but her heart was filled with compassion for her sister. Shura, who was grinning as he put false eyelashes on. She hugged her sister, giggling as they threw the flowers in making wishes and promises.

Nemu may be cruel, but all villains have an origin story, this being hers. She awoke, hair in a braid as she leapt out of bed to hear yelling as she raced, her bare feet hitting the marble floor, all the way to the front door, her Brother being pushed down.

"If you like to wear girls clothes so much! THEN WEAR THIS!" Noboru screams as he forces the dress onto her sister.

"Father!" Nemu screamed as she ran over to her brother-Sister.

The breaking of Nemu had just begun at the age of 13. She was forced to watch her sister be a slave to the house, Shura felt useless and unworthy and Nemu, she fought with everything she had, to convince her Father to release her sister.

Nemu for lack of better words felt worthless. She felt her heart cramp up as her sister, who she was supposed to protect and care for was forced clean and be treated like shit. Everytime she went to school, she felt so alone, she would visit the sister in secret.

Shura was hurting, or as their father were to refer to her as Sho. Nemu knew it would not get easier for her sister. Nemu cried that day, screaming at the skies, her 14 year old heart never feeling the way she did. It felt like she would never feel again. She had received a note from her sister telling her to meet far out in the paddocks and there she would wait to deliver great news.

Nemu ran out to the fields at the exact time as instructed, ready to hear about her sisters great plan, but she was greeted by a letter in the wheat, just to her. Her name was messily scribbled on the envelope as she grinned, opening it. It was like a scavenger hunt.

Her smile dropping with every word, tears welling in her eyes, as her bottom lip trembled and skies roared over head, her knee's grew weak as she choked on empty promises. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed as she ran all the way to the garden, she didn't car if she had rolled her ankle as she screamed, it was pained as she made her way all the way to the Well as she saw her sisters shoes as she panicked.

She saw petals all around the cobblestone well, they were beautiful as she walked to the well.

"No!" her voice squeaked as she screamed, people running out.

Her arms grabbed the rope once connecting to a bucket, but now around her sisters neck as she lifted her out, her face purple as Nemu pulls her out, lying her on the ground and starting compressions, mouth to mouth, everyone knew it was too late as Nemu cried, cradling her sister in her arms, petting her hair as she nuzzles the dead girls neck.

"Wake up… Please" was all she said as her parents ran out, the wind pushing the petals every where.

To Nemu, her heart felt paralysed, never able to see her sister have a first kiss, never to fall in love, never to get into a screaming match. A future wiped away with every tear Nemu shed. A future wedding, a future niece or nephew erased, future laughter, future promises… All gone, because her stupid mother decided to have a baby with her Father.

The crest-fallen girl should've fallen into depression, but instead, she became the Nemu you know today, her love had been taken from her and so, all her love was gone. Sure she had attempted to get it back by trying to fall in love with Suoh Tamaki, he was so bright and lively, a sun, like her sister.

She had been sworn never to speak of the sister again, but the maid she could and that's what she told Tamaki to keep him hers, she had to protect him, he didn't seem to appreciate her protectiveness, it often came off as possesiveness, but it was her way of coping, from keeping the heart ache from creeping in.

Eventually, when the Heartache set in, she became cruel, her honest feelings masking everything she once had been, to protect her memories, to keep her safe and to never feel the way she had.

When she had started the war on the Host Club it wasn't because of Tamaki, no.. It was because the Host club supported ideals that were not her own. To only cater to Women and to learn that they had forced a girl to cross dress to repay a debt, it shook her, it reminded her of her past, a past she had tried to cover up and unknowingly it bought those feelings of sadness and helplessness back, even if she didn't realise it.

Noboru learning of his son's death refused to acknowledge his once loved wife, if only she hadn't been so demented and give in to her Families name and ideals, his son would be alive and well, he imagined a son that would take over the business, while Nemu was strong, she also was too careful, her brain over thinking a situation to the point where she would hinder his plans.

He had to take care of her, to ensure that another screw up would never happen like this. If he had never fallen in love with that retched woman, then his life would be perfect, while he loved his daughter, he learned to love his companies name and wealth more.

End of Flashback

Nemu POV

Kyoya looked over at me as I look away, my eyes a little wet and teary.

"That is some serious leverage" Kyoya starts as I look down.

"Yeah"

It goes silent between us as I swallow.

"Never breath a word of what I just said and how I felt"

"I can't promise you that-"

"Ootori-san, had I not trusted you with this information, you would not have the upper hand over me, which I have given to as a sign of trust and team work okay" I hiss as I get up walking away from.

"I understand but-"

"Well you don't understand because you haven't agreed!"

"Fine, I agree ok!" he says defensively "Is there anything else I should know to make sure nothing surprises me?"

I turn away.

"When I said I had a boob job, I also had it to cover up a scar I got when I pulled Shura out of the well"

"Why would you cover up a scar like that?" he asks a little confused.

"Why the hell are you so curious, you shithead, don't worry about me, worry about the fake me!"

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed and this gave more of an insight befpre we return to present day.