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Host Club Parents Part II, Yoshio Ohtori	By : TomParisLvr Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2595 -:- 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

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Note: this story begins immediately after Host Club Progenitors Part I, Yuzuru Suoh
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Yuzuru Suoh spent the day in Boston visiting his son Tamaki. As he talked and laughed with the 18-year-old, he tried to forget his dream from last night. It was difficult, though. He almost never had a dream that vivid, and he hadn't had a wet dream in decades. 'It must be because I miss Anne-Sophie,' he thought. He had lost one woman, so it was natural that his subconscious would try to cling to another. 'It's just a passing fancy with no real basis in reality,' he thought. 'I just have to keep control of myself and it will go away eventually.' He knew that he never in a thousand years would sleep with his son's girlfriend, and he never in all of time and space would sleep with one of his students, no matter how intriguing he found her.
So as he and Tamaki spent time catching up, Yuzuru tried to focus all of his attention on his son and not think about the young woman. 'Girl,' he told himself. 'She's a girl. A teenage girl. Much, much too young for me.' Of course, not thinking about her was completely impossible, since Tamaki couldn't stop talking about her. Yuzuru tried to take control of the conversation, steering it away from Haruhi as much as he could. It worked for the most part, and as the hours went by, Yuzuru found himself forgetting the dream and thinking only about his son.
All of his efforts were shattered, however, when evening came and Haruhi arrived. She had spent the day in the company of some American friends in order to give Tamaki alone time with his father, but the three of them had planned on going out to dinner together.
When Haruhi walked in, she looked breathtaking. She was wearing a gown of shimmering blue silk and matching strappy high heels. Her hair was half-up, half-down in an elegant style, and she wore a light amount of makeup that accentuated her eyes and mouth beautifully. Yuzuru had never seen her looking like this before. It took a moment for him to remember how to breathe.
Fortunately, neither of the other two seemed to notice him gawking like a lovestruck teenager, for Tamaki was gawking, too, and Haruhi was looking at him and blushing. Right behind her, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin came in, cameras flashing.
"Got it!" they cried together happily.
Tamaki blinked several times. He must have been blinded by the flashes like Yuzuru was.
"Got what?" Tamaki asked angrily. "You nearly blinded me!"
"Got a picture of your first sight of Haruhi!" they said together.
"We went through all that trouble to dress her up and do her hair and makeup," said one of them. Yuzuru could never tell which was which.
"We had to document the expression on your face for posterity!" finished the other.
Noticing Yuzuru for the first time, they greeted him and exchanged polite chit-chat. They fussed over Haruhi, which made Tamaki go into one of his dramatic rages, then bid everyone goodbye and cheerfully left. Yuzuru couldn't help but think how much the two had matured. He had watched them as their school chairman, and was impressed at the changes. The thing he thought of most, however, was that they really did have a good eye. Haruhi looked just as amazing in that dress as she had in the lingerie they had chosen.
'Fool!' he berated himself. 'You've never seen her in that lingerie! It was all in your head, you pervert!'
He cleared his throat, about to suggest they leave for the restaurant, when his cell phone rang. He politely excused himself and went onto the balcony. Looking through the glass on the sliding door, he watched the two young people smiling lovingly at each other. Then his son swooped down, picked Haruhi up, and kissed her thoroughly. She bent her knees so her strappy heels were in the air behind her, in obvious enjoyment of the kiss. It was a pose so youthful and feminine, it made Yuzuru's heart ache.
He turned away from the door, forcing himself to answer the phone and pay attention to the person on the other end of the line. When he heard what the caller had to say, he frowned. He did not need this right now. Then again, looking around at the young couple (Tamaki had set her down and was now in one of his grand poses, while Haruhi was staring at him with an annoyed expression that looked so cute on her face), maybe an unpleasant distraction was exactly what he needed.
After a few minutes of discussion with the caller, Yuzuru hung up the phone and returned to the apartment.
"My apologies," he told the two, "but that was Yoshio Ohtori on the phone. He is in town and wants to have dinner. I'm afraid some things have come up in our joint business ventures, and we need to discuss them immediately." The other two looked crestfallen. "Tamaki, as my heir, I believe you should come, too. You need to learn the ins and outs of the business as much as possible. Haruhi, this dinner will likely be very tedious and boring for you, so you don't have to come if you don't want to."
"Is Kyoya coming, too?" asked Tamaki, referring to his best friend and Yoshio Ohtori's son. "He was visiting his father in Japan, so if his father is here. . ."
"I'm afraid Kyoya is still in Japan dealing with a different aspect of his family's business," Yuzuru said. "It will just be his father and the two of us."
"And Haruhi!" Tamaki insisted. "She'll be my wife someday, so she'll have to learn the business, too!"
"Tamaki, I told you before, no talking about marriage while we're still in high school," Haruhi chided. "Besides, this dinner does sound tedious. I think I'd rather stay home. I have some studying to do. Or maybe I'll see what the twins are up to."
In any of the ladies of Yuzuru's social circles, that last comment would have been a deliberate manipulation to increase Tamaki's jealousy and get him to insist she come to dinner. But Haruhi was Haruhi. She was intelligent in many ways but oblivious in others. She clearly had not thought of the effect her mentioning the Hitachiin boys would have on her boyfriend.
As Yuzuru expected, Tamaki's earlier insistence that Haruhi accompany them increased tenfold, and while Haruhi clearly had no desire to come to this dinner, she acquiesced. Yuzuru tried to act like he was happy she was coming, but in reality he was dismayed. He did not want to spend the evening in the company of the girl about whom he had an inappropriate sex dream, and more importantly, he did not want said girl around Yoshio Ohtori. The man had helped him finance research to find a cure for Anne-Sophie's disease, and Yuzuru had a cordial relationship with him, but the man was not pleasant. He was sharp-tongued, critical, and rude, except when it served him to pretend otherwise. Yuzuru had developed a thick skin, but he knew that Tamaki and Haruhi hadn't. Tamaki would have to learn, of course, and likely so would Haruhi, but he didn't want their first lesson to be tonight.
Yuzuru texted Ohtori (he was cordial with the man, but still preferred to call him by his last name) to let him know the two others were coming to dinner as well. Fortunately, Ohtori texted back that he had invited Yuko Kosaka, a lawyer who worked for the Suoh corporation, to join them. Kosaka was a friend of Haruhi's parents from years ago, and Haruhi looked up to her. Yuzuru thought that the Kosaka would make an excellent buffer for the evening's inevitable unpleasantries.
When they joined Ohtori at the restaurant, the man was civil--even polite--but not warm. Definitely not warm. Kosaka, on the other hand, was very warm, especially to Haruhi. The two chatted for a while as they waited for their meal to arrive, and Yuzuru relaxed somewhat. Then when the meal did come, it was time to talk business. The two leaders of their respective companies and the corporate lawyer discussed in detail the various problems facing the joint venture, and how to overcome them. To Yuzuru's and Kosaka's delight, both Tamaki and Haruhi joined in the conversation, asking questions and making some very cogent comments. Unfortunately, their participation did not delight Ohtori. They disagreed with him and the other two business people on several points, though they were polite and friendly about it. Yuzuru and Kosaka turned their comments into teaching moments, explaining why what they suggested wouldn't work, yet praising them for their creative thinking, compassion, and other positive traits. They also accepted one or two suggestions the two young people made that showed promise. Ohtori, on the other hand, just got more and more irritated.
Yuzuru tried to pay attention solely on business and on keeping Ohtori from going over the edge, yet a good deal of his mind would not stop thinking about Haruhi. He admired her spunk, her quick wit, and the way she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. In fact, all the wonderful qualities about her that he contemplated last night before falling asleep ran through his mind again. He caught himself staring at her several times that evening and had to force himself to tear his eyes away. He was also sitting next to her, and thought about rubbing his knee against hers or placing a hand on her thigh. He patted her hand more than once when he was particularly impressed by something she had said, or was explaining something about corporate reality that was sad but true. He had to force himself to let Tamaki pull out her chair for her, and to wipe her dress when she spilled something on it rather than do those things himself. Still, he thought he hid his infatuation well. Ohtori's behavior was unpleasant, but it served both to deflect everyone's focus from Yuzuru, and to keep Yuzuru from being hypnotized by her completely.
Then Haruhi made a rather pointed remark about Ohtori's questionable ethics in pricing his prescription drugs out of reach of those who needed them, and Kosaka said, "That was rather blunt, Haruhi. Honestly, if you want to succeed in the business world, or out of it, you'll have to start moderating your tone."
"And yet," Yuzuru said, "your directness and plain speaking will stand you in good stead when those around you need someone who will give them a kick in the pants rather than a boot-licking."
"You like her directness, do you?" Ohtori asked coldly. "I heard she called you, your mother, and your son all idiots. Honestly, if my son had a girlfriend who talked to my family that way, I'd make sure he showed her the door. I don't tolerate impudence and disrespect the way you seem to."
"I may not have put it in the best terms, but what I said wasn't meant to be disrespectful. It was a criticism meant to be constructive, to help them. And it did," Haruhi said. "I like that Uncle Yuzuru can take criticism when it's meant well. It shows that he has a high enough self-esteem to not be threatened by it, and that his self-esteem is not too high that he reaches arrogance. Nor is he narcissistic enough to think he's perfect and therefore rejects the wisdom of those who see more clearly than himself in certain areas," Haruhi said, smiling at Yuzuru. Her words may have been in a soft tone, apparently simply praising Yuzuru, but they acted as a backhanded insult for Ohtori. Yuzuru wondered for a minute whether Haruhi had purposefully meant it as such. As he reflected earlier, she was often oblivious to the effect her words had on others, and her bluntness was without malice. 'Usually without malice,' he silently corrected himself. Looking at her, he saw that she was obviously trying to appear open and innocent, yet she wasn't a very good actress. It was clear to him that her barb had been intentional. When he saw everyone else's faces, he knew that it was clear to them, too.
Ohtori's jaw tightened with anger. "And do you think, Miss Fujioka, that you are one of the wise? That you, a mere child, can see more clearly than someone decades your senior? A man who is a highly respected businessman and the leader of one of the largest corporations in Japan?" he asked scathingly.
"Yes," Haruhi said defiantly. "We all have blind spots, Mr. Ohtori. Sometimes it takes someone younger than you to point them out. Only a fool would reject such truth just because it is uncomfortable, or because it comes from someone you think lesser than your exalted self."
"Haruhi!" Kosaka said in rebuke.

"This is getting out of hand," Yuzuru started.
Tamaki said, "I myself have many blind spots," in a theatrically self-deprecating tone. He struck a seated pose as if he was going to start rhapsodizing about his supposed faults in an attempt to change the focus to himself and draw any verbal fire away from his girlfriend.
Ohtori went on as if no one else had spoken. "It appears that one of your blind spots, Miss Fujioka, is your propensity to run headfirst into situations that are dangerous for you. As I understand it, my son tried to teach you a lesson in caution the last time your foolish behavior landed you in hot water. I see his methods were ineffective," he retorted.
"Lesson? What lesson?" Tamaki asked, confused.
"He probably means that time at the beach when I tried to stand up to those three guys who were threatening those girls, rather than running to you all for help," Haruhi explained. "Kyoya played the villain to get me to be more careful about my physical safety." She turned his attention to Ohtori. "His methods were effective, Mr. Ohtori. I have never put myself in physical danger since then."
Ohtori smirked. "Then perhaps I should 'play the villain' as you put it, and teach you to be more careful in other areas," he suggested in a sinister tone.
Tamaki stood up angrily, his face red. Before he could say anything, Yuzuru slammed his hand on the table, making everyone jump. Others in the restaurant looked at them as well.
Yuzuru said fiercely, "That is enough! Ohtori, you should be ashamed of yourself saying such things to a young lady! Haruhi, directness is to be applauded, open rudeness is not. Tamaki, please sit down, and let us continue this dinner in a civilized manner."
"No, Father," Tamaki said, holding out his hand to Haruhi. "We're leaving." Haruhi gave Ohtori a dark look as she accepted her boyfriend's hand. The young couple left without another word.
"I think I will go as well," Kosaka said, glaring at Ohtori. "We're not getting anywhere with business now." Then she, too, was gone.
Ohtori looked at Yuzuru, quiet anger in his eyes. "Let us discuss this in a more private setting," he demanded in a quiet tone, then called for the check.
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