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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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Chapter Four: A Matter of Paperwork.

Kyoya Ootori sat down at his desk with a stack of files that needed his signature. He took a sip of his black coffee, freshly ground, just the way he liked it. He read carefully through each page, before making changes as he deemed necessary. He added something when he thought it needed it, and when he was finally done, rereading the page twice, he signed it. Setting it aside, before going on to the next page. He sighed as he heard his son, Kyoichi yelling and crying in the background.

He stood and stormed into his wife's room, where he saw Haruhi struggling to change a very unwilling Kyoichi's diaper. Kyoya knelt down and took the diaper from Haruhi who looked at him in amazement. He'd never offered to help her with their son before. Her amazement turned to horror as Kyoya grabbed their son roughly by his arm and pulled him over. He lifted him and put the diaper on too tight.

Kyoichi screamed more, as he struggled against his father's rough hands. Haruhi screamed in fear for her son as Kyoya lifted his hand and struck the boy. He was instantly silent. His gray eyes peering up at his father, tears streaming silently down his face, which was turning red with a large hand print.

"Kyoichi!" Haruhi called as she physically pushed Kyoya out of the way. She pulled her son into her arms, and held him to her chest. She glared up at her husband. "What the hell is your problem! He's a baby, Kyoya! He can't help it if he screams, he has autism! Why would you hit your son!" she kept her arms wrapped around the baby.

Kyoya stood. He turned to look at her coldly. "I don't know who you messed around with, but it is clear to me that that is not my son. There is no way that I, Kyoya Ootori, could have sired a child with bad genes. The only obvious reason, is that you screwed around on me."

Haruhi stared at him in disbelief. "You're a bastard, you know that Kyoya!" she said angrily.

"Yes, Haruhi, as you tell me daily." he turned to leave the room. "The maids will bring you you're dinner. You are no longer welcome downstairs."

Haruhi sat on her knees on the itchy carpet. "Kyo...ya?" she was confused. "What happened to you?"

Three months passed since Kyoichi was diagnosed, and Haruhi had been taking him every other day to the a place, where they helped children like him. They had many machines, and gadgets that helped with the child's development.

Haruhi would come home every night and try her best to avoid Kyoya, and to keep her son away from his father. Despite what Kyoya had said, Haruhi stood by her words. She had never, nor would she ever, cheat on him. It wasn't right. Even though Haruhi knew that he had not been faithful to her, she could not bring herself to bring him shame.

Despite his being a bastard, he had been her friend at one point in their lives, and she wouldn't do that to her friends.

One day when Haruhi was walking into her rooms, after taking Kyoichi to the development center, she say Kyoya sitting in one of her armchairs next to the fire place. She spared him a short glance, as she passed him on her way to the babies room.

She lay her son down to sleep, and turned on his mobile. Kyoya had gotten it for him when he was first born. In a rare act of kindness he had surprised Haruhi when she had gotten home from the hospital. The tiny cars and bikes spun in a circle while playing Brahms lullaby.

Once he had been covered, she left the room and sat in the chair opposite her husband. "What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly, she had never been one to mince words. "I thought you said you didn't want to see my face as long as I lived here?"

Kyoya fixed hid gaze upon her. "I still don't. I am here to give you these. You will be required to sign and date these." he handed her a stack of papers.

"Kyoya...what is this?"

"Divorce papers." he said walking out of the room.

It had been a year and a half since Mitsukuni had seen his dear friend Haruhi. He wondered how she was doing.

"Mitsukuni?" he heard.

He shook his head and looked up at his tall companion. "Yes Takashi?"

"Look...he pointed at a clinic a few stores ahead of him.

"Is that Haru-chan?" Mitsukuni asked. "I wish I could go and see." he was itching to see his friend.

A larger hand stopped him with a light touch. "You can't..."

Mitsukuni looked up into the sad face of his best friend and cousin. "I know Takashi. Kyoya will take Kyoichi..."

They watched as Haruhi stepped out of the clinic with her son in her arms. She stepped into the small taxi that was waiting for them. The two watched the car drive off.

"I wonder if one of them is sick?" Mitsukuni asked Takashi.

"Yeah." he replied as they started to walk toward the clinic.

As they neared, Mitsukuni read the name of the place aloud. "The Pacific Learning Center?" he looked at Takashi. "What does that mean?"

"Don't know." he walked toward the doors. "I'm going in."

Mitsukuni followed his friend curiously. He bounced up to the lady at the reception. "Hello." he said brightly.

The lady looked over the counter at the two. One very tall, kind of quiet looking. Then at the second, who was very short, and who was looking up at her with a smile. "Hello. How may I help you two gentlemen today?" she asked.

Mitsukuni looked at Takashi and then asked her. "What is this place? The pacific learning center? What do you do here?"

The receptionist smiled at him. "This is a support center for children with autism. We set up classes so that the children can learn to interact with others, as well as help with their development."

Mitsukuni looked at Takashi in shock. "Taka-chan?" he asked, "If Haru-chan was coming here, then does that mean that Kyoichi..."

"Don't know." he responded.

"That lady that just left, her son has this autism?" Mitsukuni asked.

"I'm sorry...I wouldn't be able to say, I'm just the receptionist." she said apologetically.

They left the center and began walking down the street. Neither speaking, but both were thinking.

Poor Haru-chan! I hope that wasn't her...I really hope so... Mitsukuni thought worriedly.

Haruhi...how are you holding up, I wonder... Takashi thought to himself.

Haruhi entered the office gently guiding Kyoichi with her. She sat down with her lawyer, and began to go over everything. She had signed a prenuptial, so in the event of her divorce, she would have nothing. Not that she wanted anything from Kyoya, all she cared about, was getting full custody of her son. Nothing else mattered.

The lawyer was impressed at Haruhi's knowledge of the law. He asked her if she had studied law at all. She told him that before she was married she had just graduated from law school. She had that to fall back on at least, since Kyoya wouldn't be giving her a cent. He'd already cut both her and Kyoichi out of the family tree, and she knew he wouldn't be giving her any child support. Together they came up with the paperwork, and all Haruhi had to do was get Kyoya to sign over full custody.

When Haruhi returned home she walked into Kyoya's office and handed him the papers.

"Sign them." she said stonily.

"What are they?" Kyoya said picking them up.

"Custody papers. I want full custody of Kyoichi. Since you no longer believe him to be your son, then sign them." Haruhi spat angrily.

"Fine." With a quick flourish, he signed his name and dated the papers. He had skimmed them lightly before doing so of course.

He handed them to her, "When will you be out of here?" he asked her.

"A week or so. I need to find an apartment before I can leave." she said.

"Why bother, just call up one of your friends, I'm sure they'd love to have you." Kyoya said smirking meanly at her.

"Because, thanks to you, they won't want to talk to me let alone see me. You really are a bastard you know that?" she said.

"Yeah, yeah." he waved her away.

A week later found Haruhi standing in the middle of her new living room. The entire apartment was as large as her room at Kyoya's. However, Haruhi was happy for the first

time since her son was born. He was in his new room, playing with his toys, while Haruhi lugged her new furniture into place.

She set up the television last, and turned it on. As she flipped through the news channels, she stopped abruptly. "Kyoya?" she murmured softly. "What in the world?"

She turned the volume up.

Tamaki watched the television shock covering his face.

"My new wife will be everything I could ask for, as a woman, as a lover, and as a business partner, we are compatible in every way. That's something my Ex and I never shared."

"What?" Tamaki asked incredulously.

"Hey Kaoru!" Hikaru called to his twin who was in the middle of taking a shower.

"What?" Kaoru called back.

"Kyoya's on TV."

"Why?"

"Something about a new wife."

"What!"

Mitsukuni yelled and raved at the Television while Takashi sat there quietly screaming in his head.

"The divorce was finalized three days ago, and I have never been happier." Kyoya said with a smile.

The cameras cut to black and a commercial turned on.

"What is your problem you backstabbing jerk! Why would you do that to Haru-chan!"

Mitsukuni's ranting stilled when he heard the phone go off. "Is that mine, or yours Takashi?"

"Both."

They answered. "Hello?"

Hunny did you see!" Tamaki's voice rang through the phone. "Poor Haruhi!"

The twins were on Takashi's line. "Mori! What are we going to do about this! Something has to be done.

"There's nothing we can do, but wait until Haruhi comes to us." Takashi said, in a rare long sentence. "Bye."

The phone rang again. Takashi picked it up, "Yeah?"

His eyes widened as he heard the voice on the other end. "Yeah...We all saw." He answered. He stood and began looking for his shoes. "We'll be right over. Bye."

Mitsukuni asked him. "Taka-chan? Who was that?"

"Haruhi."

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