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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"

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Thinking

Chapter Three: A Matter Of Appointments

Kyoichi was now one year old, and it had been almost a full year since Haruhi had last seen her friends. Kyoya was immersed into his work as usual, typing away at consumer reports, and the like. He would leave for weeks on end for business trips to America, England, China and France. Haruhi knew that even though two of Kyoya's personal bodyguards went with him, that still left one more.

Tachibana had been ordered by Kyoya, to make sure that Haruhi kept her word, and remained at the estate, unless he, or the master was with her. To be honest, Tachibana felt sorry for

his master's wife. She had no friends anymore, because of master Kyoya's rages. Her father would not speak to her either, for he was on her husbands side, and felt that as his wife, she should stand by him.

Haruhi spent her days taking care of Kyoichi, which had been rather difficult as of late, due to the boy being unnecessarily fussy. He would cry if someone left the room, or if a single thing in the room was changed. He couldn't walk yet, and Haruhi was getting concerned. Kyoya's sister, Fuyumi had a baby girl, and she was a few months younger than Kyoichi, and already the little girl was walking, and talking.

Kyoichi never said a single word. He wouldn't look at Haruhi when she spoke to him, and sometimes it seemed as if he never heard her. She was getting worried. She walked to the phone. She called his pediatrician and made an appointment.

Tachibana was standing outside the room and he heard the phone dialing. He hurriedly picked up the phone in the hall, and pushing mute, listened intently as he had been instructed. Master Kyoya wished to be informed of any and all calls his wife made in his absence. His eyes widened as he heard the conversation.

"Dr. Yoshimaru speaking. Ah Mrs. Ootori, how may I help you this evening?"

"Hello Doctor, I had a question about my son..." Haruhi began. "It seems as if he is developing more slowly than other babies, and I think something might be wrong with his hearing."

"I see. Well, I will need to see the child to make a proper diagnosis. Here, let me grab my chart, and I'll make an appointment. When is good for you Mrs. Ootori?" he asked her, pen poised.

"When is the soonest I can get in, I'm very concerned..." Haruhi said.

"That is understandable, let's see...I have an open spot available for Thursday, at one thirty." he said, "Is this acceptable?"

"Yes...thank you doctor." Haruhi said gratefully.

"Of course, I will see you and your son then. Have a nice night." they hung up.

Tachibana knew that Master Kyoya would want to hear about this. As he was raising up his cell to his ear, he heard buttons being pushed on the phone. He lifted the hall phone again, pushing mute.

The phone rang for several seconds. Soon the words, "The party you are trying to reach is unable to answer the phone at this moment, please leave a message, or hang up and try again."

He heard Haruhi sigh with annoyance. The tone sounded. He heard her speak. "Kyoya, it's me. Please call me as soon as you get this, it's about Kyoichi. It is very important, so please call me back. Bye." The phone clicked off.

Haruhi sat on her couch wearily. Of all the things... she thought. It was only Monday, she still had three more days until the appointment. She would try to handle this as best as she could, seeing as her husband would not be home until Friday.

Kyoya fell into the large comfortable chair in his hotel room. He had left his phone off during the meeting, and had just now remembered to turn it on. When he saw that he had a missed call from Haruhi, he looked to see if she had left a voice mail.

"Ah, there it is." he said as he pressed the button.

His face was annoyed when he started listening to it, then his face turned to shock, then worry. He stood and called his associates, "This is Kyoya Ootori, I have a family emergency and I will be leaving. I will call you when I can make it back. Good bye." he hung up the phone. He would wait until the morning to call the airport.

Haruhi thought that the week had passed by too slowly for her tastes. But it was finally here, and she dressed her son warmly, it was getting a bit chilly lately. She picked him up and made her way to the limo waiting outside. When she had strapped him in, she told the driver to go. They drove the twenty odd minutes to the doctors office and once they were there, Haruhi led her son inside. She handed him a toy for him to play with while she filled out the paperwork.

Dr. Yoshimaru opened the door to the waiting room and called, "Ootori Haruhi?"

"Here." she raised her hand and picked up her son. She followed the doctor into the next room. She was asked several questions while he was measuring and weighing her son. She answered as best she could, and when the doctor had finished he took them into the examining room.

"Please, doctor Yoshimaru, tell me. What is wrong with Kyoichi?"

The door to the room slammed open and Kyoichi began to cry. Haruhi hurriedly scooped him up into her arms to comfort him.

"Ah, Mr. Ootori, I'm glad you could make it." Dr. Yoshimaru said in a kind voice.

"Enough with the pleasantries, what is the matter with my son?" Kyoya asked in a rude tone.

He was very upset to learn upon his return to his estate, that Haruhi and his son had already left for the appointment. He'd had to take the less expensive limo, a fact that annoyed him greatly.

"We were just about to get to that, if you would like to take a seat..."

Kyoya sat in the nearest chair. "Now what is all this nonsense?"

Dr. Yoshimaru pulled out a piece of paper with several numbers on it and set it aside.

"From what information I've gathered from your wife, Mr. Ootori, it appears that your son suffers from a mild case of Autism."

Haruhi gasped and looked at her son. "But he looks like a normal little boy..." she said.

"Yes well, autism doesn't discriminate on looks, I'm not an expert in that field, but I've seen my fair share of cases of autism, from relatively mild, to very severe." he handed them the paper with the numbers on it. "Please, you should call Dr. Ogata. She is located about a half an hour away from here, the address is on the paper, as well as the phone number. She can best advise you as to what you should do."

"We'll do that then," said Haruhi glancing at her husband, who looked extremely upset. "Thank you Dr. Yoshimaru."

Haruhi bowed. "Thank you for your time, have a nice day." she followed Kyoya out of the room.

Over the next few days, Haruhi and Kyoya tried to get along. They no longer fought in front of their son, a fact that Haruhi was glad for. Kyoya had also told her that he would be accompanying the two of them to the autism specialists. He seemed as if he had something on his mind. Haruhi knew he was thinking of the health of their son, so she didn't feel the need to bring it up. It would just upset him.

That night, after Haruhi had put their son to bed, and herself not long after, Kyoya sat up in his room busily typing away at his computer. He was looking up the symptoms of autism. When he found a particular website he clicked on the link. When the page was brought up he began to read aloud.

"Autism is a developmental disorder that appears in the first 3 years of life, and affects the brain's normal development of social and communication skills." he began to skim until he came upon something that looked of use to him.

"Some autistic children are overly sensitive in sight, touch, hearing, smell or taste. Hm...Kyoichi doesn't like loud noises, he also doesn't listen when I speak." he continued to read, and with the more he read, the more distressed he became. "Unusual distress when things are changed, perform repeat body movements, and show unusual attachment to objects." Kyoya thought about those last three things, it seemed to him that his son did all of them. He frowned. This was not good. He shrugged. Well, he thought. Once we see the doctor, we can get him the cure, and all will be well.

Kyoya stared in horror at the next line of text. Autism is an incurable disease, and the causes are currently unknown.

Kyoya slammed his computer shut. "My son does not have autism. I will not believe it unless the specialist says otherwise. He went to bed with that thought in his head.

The next morning they sat in the specialist's office waiting for her to arrive. They had left the house early so as to make the first appointment. Kyoya was on his laptop while Haruhi entertained Kyoichi. She was holding his favorite toy, and making it dance. He watched it intently. When Kyoya spoke to his son, Haruhi stopped playing with him. He reached for the toy again, and Haruhi looked sadly at Kyoya.

His face was very angry. He did nothing but mutter until the specialist joined them.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Ootori. My name is Dr. Ayame Ogata. I am a specialist for autism. I got a call from Dr. Yoshimaru yesterday, saying that you two had some questions for me?"

"Does my son have autism?" Kyoya asked.

"It looks like it Mr. Ootori. I will have to perform several tests to find out for sure, it will only take a few minutes. If I may borrow Kyoichi for a moment?" she asked Haruhi.

Haruhi nodded and said, "That's fine, but before you go, please take this toy. He really likes it and it helps him to calm down and sit still." she handed Dr. Ogata the doll.

When she had left Haruhi and Kyoya to wait, Kyoya pulled out his cell phone. He left the room to make a call, while motioning for his wife to stay.

While she sat alone, Haruhi clasped her hands together and prayed. "God, please let there be nothing wrong with my son."

"Mr. Ootori...yes everything is ready to go, just as soon as you give the go ahead. Of course sir. I will approve the file and send it out when you are ready sir. Just say the word. Yes...Yes. Good bye sir. Have a pleasant day."

Kyoya walked back into the room just as the doctor was getting back with his son. Haruhi lifted Kyoichi up to the changing table and began to change his diaper, the doctor told them the results of the tests; and as Haruhi's blood ran cold, Kyoya's thumb hit the send button.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know what you think.

~Kiera
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