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A Matter Of Inheritance	By : kierasama Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to Bisco Hatori. I only own the plot. I make no money from this story.

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"Talking"

Thinking

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Chapter Twelve: A Matter Of Confrontation

"Mitsukuni…?" Takashi asked, shocked at the mountains of boxes lined up along the hallway.

"Now, now Takashi…don't try to stop me." The short Lolita said with a turn of his head.

"But…"

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, Taka-chan, but I can no longer live in these conditions." Mitsukuni stated flatly.

Takashi watched in wide eyed, something close to panic on his face.

Mitsukuni turned his head away from his cousin, in what he'd hoped was a determined expression. He then, however, let his eyes wander back to his dumbfounded cousin and upon seeing the look of sadness upon his face, turned back to him.

"Taka-chan, don't look so sad. I'm not moving THAT far away. You can come and visit me anytime you like, 'Kay?" He begged him.

"Why…" Takashi asked softly.

"Oh, come now, it's not like he's moving out." Haruhi said, having just returned home from work. "Just to the other side of the house."

Takashi looked panicked, and Mitsukuni seemed to be rethinking the idea.

Haruhi sighed. "The house is huge, but it's not so big that you can't see each other anymore, is it?" she said, trying again.

"Ah." Takashi said sadly.

"…I guess…" Mitsukuni agreed.

"Wow…okay, look. How about tonight, the four of us go out to eat? Just us. Anywhere you'd like, okay Mitsukuni?" Haruhi offered. "I just got a huge paycheck and it's burning a hole in my pocket."

Mitsukuni looked at his cousin. The two looked at her pants pockets.

"I don't see any holes Haru-chan, but if you see any tell us, and we can go shopping on the way to dinner." Mitsukuni said cutely.

"…What?" Haruhi asked amused. "Aha ha-ha ha! You're so funny Mitsukuni! Ah ha-ha!"

"Hahaha!" Mitsukuni laughed along.

The tall man knocked on the door importantly. "Ootori-same…your limo is here."

The tall oak doors opened, and Kyoya Ootori strode past the man, straightening his tie. "Thank you Tachibana-san. That will be all."

Tachibana bowed. "Yes sir."

Kyoya entered the limo, and upon taking his seat, pushed up his glasses. "Driver, I would like to go to Ichimon restaurant."

"Right away sir." the driver replied as he pulled the car away from the front of the mansion.

Ring

Kyoya slid his phone open. "Moshi Moshi." He listened for a bit then, "Yes darling, I'm on my way now. No I didn't. Well make sure you get us a good table, I hate waiting in line. Yes. Bye."

Closing the phone, he told the driver to step on it, lest he lose his appetite.

Ten minutes later found Kyoya in front of the restaurant. He stepped out of the limo and told the driver to return in an hour. Pushing his glasses up, he entered the building. When the greeter shown him to his table, he leaned down to kiss his wife.

"Sorry I'm late, Minami." he said.

"Was traffic horrid, dearest?" she asked.

"Not too bad." Kyoya replied. He signaled to the waiter. "We would like the usual." he stated.

"Of course sir." the waiter turned to attend to the table behind them.

"You've never been here before?" a young male voice asked.

"No, I've always wanted to try it, but I never had the money." the woman sighed, "Here sweet heart, play with this." there was a rustling noise.

"The food is really good, huh?" the first voice asked.

"Ah." a man confirmed.

"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked.

"Yes!" spoke the young man. "I want Nabe!"

"Good choice sir. And to drink?"

"Um…I like Ramune!"

"Regular?"

"Um…Oh! Strawberry!"

"Excellent, and for you sir?" the waiter asked again.

"Sanma."

"How would you like that cooked sir?"

"Grilled, and lightly salted."

"Wonderful. What to drink?"

"Tea's fine."

"One tea. Okay. What would you like miss?" the waiter asked.

"Um…do you have…Ootoro?" the woman asked.

"We do."

"I'll have that. And a small sushi platter."

"What to drink?"

"Um…Tea as well."

"For the boy?"

"A bowl of Miso…I'll share some of mine with him."

"Wonderful. I'll be right back with your drinks."

"Thank you."

XxX Change of Perspective XxX

"You're gonna like it Haru-chan! The sushi here is delicious!" Mitsukuni chimed.

"Yeah." agreed Takashi.

"I can't wait." Haruhi smiled at them. "This is a good choice Mitsukuni." she praised.

"Yay!" he laughed.

"AAAYY!" Kyoichi mimicked loudly, clapping his hands together.

Haruhi quickly hushed him. "Hush baby."

She retrieved the soggy napkin from him, and he started to fuss. She made to pick him up, but Takashi held a hand up.

"Here." he handed her a small teddy bear.

"Thanks Takashi." Haruhi said gratefully. "Here Kyoichi. Do you want your bear?"

The toddler took it, smiling a cute toothy smile. "Bewwy" he giggled.

Haruhi smiled at him. He's so cute. Thank god he didn't get Kyoya's personality.

Soon their dinners arrived, and as Haruhi was about to feed Kyoichi a spoonful of miso, he swatted at her hand. "Wan dada!" he demanded.

I think I spoke to soon…he is just as demanding as Kyoya ever was… she tried again, and again she was foiled.

"Wan Dada! Wan Dada!" Kyoichi sniffled.

Takashi leaned over and gently took the spoon away from Haruhi. He offered it to Kyoichi, who took it happily.

"Sure, eat for him why don't you." Haruhi said with a smile. "Thanks Takashi."

"Mm." Was his smiling answer. "Bowl please." he said as he took it from her. Setting it in front of him, he then took Kyoichi, and placed him on his lap.

Haruhi sighed, and then looked down at her place in delight. Mmm. Ootoro… She lifted a piece to her lips, and sighed in bliss as she chewed.

Mitsukuni smiled, as he took in the familial scene before him. They look so cute together. I hope Taka-chan doesn't let her go, ever!

His gaze was drawn elsewhere, though, as a woman's voice cooed. "Oh! Kyoya, darling, look! That little boy is so adorable!"

Haruhi stiffened at the name. Her eyes snapped up and locked on to the woman's. Takashi had shifted, so he could see. When his eyes fell on Kyoya, he felt his blood boil. Kyoya, you sneaky, manipulative…

He handed Haruhi her son, and moved to stand.

The woman was walking up to their table. "Hello! Pardon my interruption, but I just had to get a closer look at your son. He's absolutely adorable." she said leaning down to get a closer look at him. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't introduce myself, My name is Ootori Minami." She held out a hand to Haruhi, who looked at it for a second, before shaking it.

"Haruhi." she said simply.

"Yes, of course, and what would you last name be?" Minami asked cheerfully. "And I just have to know the name of such a cute little boy." She reached out and attempted to lightly tap Kyoichi on the nose.

Kyoichi, hating his nose touched, began to wail loudly.

Haruhi stood, scooping up her purse. Mitsukuni went to find the waiter, to pay for their food.

"What happened? Why is he crying? I didn't hurt him! What kind of child are you raising? You obviously need to discipline him!" Minami said, causing Kyoya to stand.

Haruhi lightly bounced Kyoichi in an attempt to calm him.

"My name is Ootori Haruhi, Ex-wife to Ootori Kyoya, and this is our son." She said defiantly. "Kyoichi is autistic, and he doesn't like his nose or ears being touched, hence the crying. Now if you'll excuse me…" she turned to leave.

"Dada! Dada!" Kyoichi called reaching towards Takashi.

As he was about to take him from Haruhi, he heard Kyoya speak. "Don't fret, darling. The retarded brat's not mine. The little slut cheated on me throughout our whole marriage. That's why I divorced her." Kyoya assured his wife. "See, the kid's calling him Chichi-ue. That's probably who she cheated on me with."

Haruhi flinched at the painful words that were meant for her. She made to leave, but Takashi had launched himself at his former friend. Ignoring the surprised yelp of the new Mrs. Ootori, he drew back an arm, and buried his fist in Kyoya's stomach.

Kyoya fell to the ground, and gasped in pain, trying to catch his breath. His stony eyes glared accusingly up at Takashi.

"If I ever hear you speak that way about either Haruhi or Kyoichi, I'll make it so you won't be able to walk." he threatened.

"The Haninozuka and Morinozuka families will not tolerate such disrespect." Mitsukuni said, his usual childlike smile and tone of voice nowhere to be found. "You had better watch your back, Ootori Kyoya, you don't want me as your enemy."

With those last words, they turned and left the restaurant, Haruhi in tow.

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