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Host Club Parents Part I, Yuzuru Suoh	By : TomParisLvr Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 1937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or make money off my stories. I just play with the characters for my own amusement

Chapter List
- 1-Thoughts of the Scholarship Student
- 2-An angel in his arms
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Author's note: This is a spicier version of the same story I posted on fanfiction.net.
I took Yuzuru Suoh's character from the manga (specifically chapter 25 in volume 6), where he's a LOT nicer guy than in the anime.
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Yuzuru Suoh laid on the mattress of the sleeper sofa in his son Tamaki's apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. He turned over, trying to get comfortable under the blankets. 'I should have stayed at a hotel,' he thought. His son was supposed to be there. Tamaki was visiting his maternal grandparents in France and had planned to return home yesterday. However, a major snowstorm had closed the airports where Tamaki was, and he was stuck there for who knew how long. When Yuzuru Suoh had arrived at the airport in Boston late that evening, it had been Tamaki's girlfriend Haruhi Fujioka who had accompanied the driver to pick him up.

Haruhi was special, and not just because she was his son's girlfriend. In fact, it might be fair to say that she was special *despite* being his son's girlfriend.

Yuzuru smiled to himself. He loved to tease his son, even in his own mind. Tamaki was a silly young man who was incompetent in many ways, yet he was incredible in many others. He had one particular quality above all else that made Yuzuru proud: he had a way of drawing the best people to him. Tamaki had certainly done that when he pulled Haruhi into his life. Haruhi was one of the most unique and incredible young women that Yuzuru had ever met.

As chairman of Ouran Academy, Yuzuru created an academic scholarship, and had the honor of choosing the recipient each year. Out of all the applicants, Haruhi Fujioka stood out. She passed the qualification exam with flying colors, and her essay on wanting to become a lawyer to follow in her late mother's footsteps was inspiring. He had taken a liking to her immediately, long before he ever met her.

Then he heard that Tamaki had pretty much coerced the young academic into joining his little band and made her dress like a boy to entertain the girls. Other school faculty members were a little concerned over this, but not Yuzuru. He knew his son and his crazy schemes. Whatever he was doing to the poor girl, it would definitely benefit her in the end. It would force her to stretch herself, to broaden her horizons, to blossom, as it were. It would definitely bring out the best in her, as Tamaki's schemes always did.

Yuzuru had been impressed with Miss Fujioka's academics, but became more intrigued as he heard about her exploits in the host club. Since Tamaki had a way of drawing the best people to him, and drawing the best out of them, Miss Fujioka had to be one of the best.

Like his son, Yuzuru was a silly romantic and a drama king, though not to the same extent. He had created the scholarship not just for humanitarian reasons, but because he loved the book Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster. Daddy Long Legs was a story about an orphan girl at school who wrote letters to her benefactor. Yuzuru, romantic idealist that he was, wanted to be a Daddy Long Legs. When he finally met the fascinating Miss Fujioka at the school fair, he had given Miss Fujioka stationary so that she could write to him. The young lady seemed unamused at first, but eventually acquiesced and had written him weekly. She had refused to call him Daddy Long Legs or simply Daddy (when he suggested it, she told him she got more than enough of the fake daddy delusion from Tamaki, thank you very much), and had originally called him Chairman. Yet, she eventually relented and gave him the moniker of Uncle Yuzuru.

Like her scholarship application essay, Miss Fujioka's letters were eloquent, well-written, and revealed her true intelligence. She didn't like to talk about herself or her classmates much (which disappointed Yuzuru a little, since he would love to hear about his lunatic son and his host club from her perspective). She mostly wrote about her studies. She shared her thoughts with him about poetry, literature, history, philosophy, Shakespeare and other playwrights. She discussed biology, chemistry, and how the mathematics she learned could or could not be applied to the real world. Reading her letters, he began to see certain things in different ways. She was young and inexperienced, of course, and some of that showed in her view of the world, but even so, she made him think. She was just like Tamaki's mother Anne-Sophie in that way.

Yuzuru enjoyed Miss Fujioka's letters so much that he decided to take time out of his busy schedule to invite her tea on occasion. Neither of them had much time to spare, so their visits were all too short and infrequent, but they were a treasure. Miss Fujioka's intelligence and fascinating way of thinking that had been hinted at in her letters really showed through in her visits. She had a natural charm about her that warmed his heart every time she was near. He could easily tell why she was so popular among the female (and sometimes male, he heard) patrons of the host club. With the combined stresses of his mother, the Suoh business empire, and his other schemes and responsibilities, he was grateful to have opportunities to relax in the company of such a refreshing young woman.

Time with his son was something Yuzuru also didn't get nearly enough of, and he cherished every moment. Tamaki's conversations often centered on his host club and it's members. More and more, he talked about the only young lady in the group. Tamaki's respect and admiration of Miss Fujioka only served to increase Yuzuru's own high opinion of her. As time went on, Yuzuru could tell that Tamaki had fallen in love with the girl, and that the young man was completely oblivious of that fact.

Yuzuru had been preoccupied with other matters at the time, but looking back he could see that the feelings Tamaki had for Miss Fujioka were mutual, as was the obliviousness. When Tamaki was pretty much being held captive by his grandmother Shizue, Miss Fujioka had intervened. She had led the other members of the host club to the Suoh business headquarters and demanded to see Shizue Suoh, the Director of the Suoh business empire herself. Political and business leaders from Japan and around the world had to wait months for an appointment with the Director, yet these young people tried to push themselves into her place of business and demand her attention. At the time, Yuzuru had been irritated at the potential interference with his own plans, yet a part of him couldn't help but be impressed by their audacity and loyalty to his son. Then later when he heard that Miss Fujioka had, with the help of her friends, jumped through a plate glass window, furiously called Shizue, Yuzuru, and Tamaki all idiots, and thus convinced Shizue to let Tamaki see his mother, Yuzuru had been astounded. He thought he had the measure of this young woman, yet he found that even his high opinion of her was not nearly high enough. In short, Miss Haruhi Fujioka amazed him!

When tragedy struck eight months ago, a few weeks before Miss Fujioka and Tamaki were set to travel to the United States to study abroad for a year, she had shown an even deeper side to herself. Yuzuru had worked for decades to get his mother to accept Anne-Sophie, the woman he loved. He had spent years secretly funding pharmaceutical research to find a cure for the disease that was going to cost Anne-Sophie her life. Tamaki had spent his entire life dreaming and working to have a family that was united and loving, and to see his father, mother, paternal grandmother, and himself all sit together at a kotasu enjoying meals together. Finally those dreams had been realized. Finally Yuzuru's mother had welcomed Anne-Sophie into the family, Anne-Sophie had been cured, and the four members of the family enjoyed meals together (at a table, not a kotasu, to Tamaki's disappointment). Then a few months later, all that was taken away from them by a car crash. Anne-Sophie, his dear, beloved Anne-Sophie, had been killed.

Somehow, among all the family and friends who expressed condolences and did what they could for Yuzuru, Miss Fujioka had stood out. Her love and attention had been focused mostly on the grieving Tamaki, of course, yet she spared more than a little for her Uncle Yuzuru. She had a way of perceiving his thoughts and feelings, and said exactly the right things to help him get through the bad times. She had suffered the loss of her own mother at a young age and had grown up watching her father grieve for his wife and learn to live without her. Those experiences had given her wisdom beyond her years and shaped her into the person who could best help Yuzuru in this trying time. After Anne-Sophie's funeral, when all the other guests had gone and Tamaki had fallen exhausted into sleep, Yuzuru had let his guard down and cried into the young woman's arms. He had never thought in a million years that it would be one of his students he would let see him at his weakest, and who would care for him and dry his tears. Since that day, he had cried on her shoulder many times, and leaned on her strength when he needed it. Since that day, he had stopped referring to her as Miss Fujioka and had simply called her Haruhi.

Now Yuzuru lay on his son's (quite uncomfortable) sleeper sofa, thinking of the young woman who captivated him so. He tried not to think of it, but more and more he realized that not only was Haruhi beautiful on the inside, she was beautiful on the outside as well. This was especially apparent now that she had stopped trying to look like a boy. She had let her hair grow, and it now fell to just below her chin most attractively. She styled it with cute clips that matched her clothes, which were no longer boyish but soft and feminine. She wore little to no makeup, but her smooth complexion, large, chocolate eyes, and inviting mouth needed none. Falling in love with Tamaki had made her blossom, and the whole effect was of a perfect spring flower. Yuzuru smiled to himself. Well, not a perfect spring flower. She still held a deadpan expression when she was unamused by Tamaki's - or Yuzuru's - antics, and the fire she showed when she had called the Suohs idiots sometimes flared up when she was especially annoyed or angry. She wasn't flirty or flighty or given to fits of silliness and giggles like most girls her age, and the etiquette of the ladies in Yuzuru's high social circles was all but lost on her. Yet the expressions that crossed that lovely face when she was thoughtful, or determined, or worried, or happy, or bashful, or smitten or. . . well, Yuzuru realized, almost all the expressions that crossed that lovely face, made Haruhi absolutely adorable and mesmerizing. The more Yuzuru thought of her, the more he determined that his son was the luckiest man in the world.
He turned on his side and stared at the door that joined his son's apartment with hers. Yuzuru had worried when he discovered their apartments were so intimately connected, yet Haruhi assured him that she had put furniture in front of the door and insisted the two only enter each other's apartments through their front doors. Yuzuru smiled, imagining what Tamaki's reaction to that must have been like. He had probably waxed poetic about the special doorway connecting two young people in love, then sulked in a corner when that doorway was firmly and permanently shut.

Yuzuru thought of how Haruhi had insisted that she had come to the United States to study, and that a physical relationship would only distract her. So far, both she and Tamaki asserted that their relationship had not crossed any lines, and they had not and would not do anything their parents would deem inappropriate. Yuzuru focused on the doorway, imagining the lovely young woman on the other side. She was by herself in her own apartment. The residence was quiet, comfortable, and most definitely private. There were no classmates, no school staff, no servants, and most importantly of all, no Ranka Fujioka (Haruhi's father). No one to disturb her and any male companion with her. Yuzuru sighed at the rise in his body temperature just thinking about it, and thought his son must have the self-control of a saint.

He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. The desire he felt for the young scholarship student had been increasing day by day, and right now it consumed his thoughts. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and kiss her more thoroughly than she had ever been kissed in her life. He wanted to run his hand through her soft hair, cup her sweet face, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He wanted to feel her reaction as he nibbled on her ear, and taste her skin as he trailed his lips down her lovely neck. He wanted to feel electricity course through her body when he trailed his fingertips down her spine, and he wanted to caress the soft curves at her waist. He wanted to-

He cut off his line of thinking before it went any further. 'Dammit Suoh!' he chastised himself. 'What kind of pervert are you? How can you be thinking about sex right now? You don't have the excuse of a young man, with raging hormones and a not-fully-developed brain. You're a grown man with an almost grown son, a business empire, and a school to run! Hell, even your son, who *is* a young man with hormones and a not-fully-developed brain, has more restraint than you! Sure, Haruhi just turned seventeen, which makes her over the age of consent in both Boston and Japan (and why the hell had I looked that up?), but it's still wrong!'

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to clear his mind. He needed sleep. That was it. He was tired, which lowered his reason and his willpower considerably. Once he had recharged, he could regain his full intelligence and once again see his son's girlfriend the scholarship student as *only* his son's girlfriend and scholarship student, and not a potential partner in a May-December romance.

He dozed off as it began to rain.
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