Hello citizens of the fan fiction world! I now present to you my first ever Ouran High School Host Club fanfic! It's a OC for my favourite OHSHC host. My goal is to one day create a OC series for OHSHC but that's currently just a pipe dream. Hopefully you enjoy this little teaser for the upcoming story:D

Disclamier:

I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of it's characters. I only own my OC's

Tell us a story Dad!

Kyoya Ootori sat in his chair in the CEO Office of Ootori Corperations. Leaning back in his chair and stretching he looked at his watch and smile. Time to go home.

He locked up his office and headed out of the building his briefcase in hand. As the CEO of the family company he had a lot of work to clean up the messes that his workers left.

He and his father had long since patched up their relationship with the help of his wife and Kyoya now lived in his childhood home with his family and father. It had been over fifteen years since he had graduated from Ouran and the host club was a close as ever.

He drove home and pulled into his garage before heading inside.

"Hello Kyoya." His father said, coming around the corner.

"Father."

"Your wife is still out with Angel and Kaoru. I believe that she was dragged baby clothes shopping by Angel." His father informed him.

Kyoya opened his mouth to respond when two voices echoed down the stairs.

"Dad!"

Suddenly a flurry of steps and he found himself knocked backwards several steps by his thirteen year old twins.

"Hey dad!" Called his son Jeison.

"We just got home from the trip with Uncle Hikaru, Aunt Miyu and Hideki! The two weeks just flew by!" His daughter Fuyumi told him.

The two children before him were his world. The twins that ran in his wife's family had carried over and made themselves known in her pregnancy. They both had black hair, his daughters thick and straight and his sons unruly like his uncles Hikaru and Kaoru.

Fuyumi had Kyoya's slate grey eyes whereas Jeison had his wife's crystal blue eyes.

"Hello. Let my just put my stuff in my room and change into something more comfortable and I'll be right down to talk about your trip.

"Um dad, we've told you everything about the trip but now we have a question." Jeison said after they had shared the excitement of their trip to L.A.

"What is it?"

"Well, we know how uncle Tamaki and aunt Haruhi met, we know how uncle Hunny and aunt Reiko met, we know how uncle Mori and aunt Ami met and we know how uncle Hikaru and uncle Kaoru met aunt Angel and aunt Miyu. But we never actually asked how you and mom met." Fuyumi said.

"Yeah, we really want to know. Aunt Haruhi told us that she had been part of the club since a couple of days after aunt Haruhi got forced to join and we want to hear your story." Jeison picked up where his sister had left off.

Kyoya thought about of for a moment. They really hadn't ever shared their story?

"You know Kyoya, I don't believe I ever heard this story either." His dad threw in, taking a seat in his favourite library chair across from Kyoya.

"Well..."

"Please dad?! We really want to know." The twins begged in sync.

"Know what?" Came a new voice.

Heads turned to the tall and willowy woman standing in the door, black hair making the blue on her kimono pop.

"Mom!" The twins shouted before launching themselves into her arms.

"Woah! Careful you two, I'm not Mori." She called laughingly.

The twins apologized and sat back down.

"We were just asking dad to tell us how you guys met!" Fuyumi announced before sitting back down on the couch and curling into her brother. The two of them were as close as their uncles had been.

"Oh sounds interesting. May I sit and listen as well?" His wife teased with a smile as she came over and sat down on Kyoya's lap.

He smiled and adjusted her so that she was able to curl up like she preferred to when sitting. Loosely wrapping his arms around his wife's middle he began his tale.

"Now before I begin. Neko, you my dear are not aloud to throw into the story. It's my turn to tell and at the end if you have any corrections to add go ahead but not till then. Dad, there were some times when I would contact Neko because I had just had a fight or I was angry with you. So that will be part of the tale. Now, if everyone ready?"

"Wait! We need to call all the rest of the Host Club! They made Jeison and I promise to call them so that they could hear the story being told cause all of our friends haven't heard your tale either!" Fuyumi cried.

Kyoya sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Then call them. I'll make a list of snacks for the cooks to prepare while we wait. If we're gonna have the whole gang here I'm gonna tell the whole story."

Twenty minutes later everyone was there and settled and the snacks had been brought. The couch and floor in front had been taken over by the kids while the Host Club and their spouses were settled in the other chars and couches that had been pulled into the centre of the library for Kyoya's great story.

Finally he was able to begin.

"Unlike your uncle Tamaki and aunt Haruhi's story your mothers and mine starts long before we ever met. It starts with two girls. One rich and one not, neither of them attend Ouran yet. One is from New York and the other from Japan. Their names are Haruhi and Naomi."

"They became pen pals from a school project and through exchanging letters discovered that they had a lot in common. So when Haruhi's mother died Naomi was the perfect person to pour out her pain to. Naomi did the best to support her hurting friend through her letters and Haruhi promised to do the same should something ever happen in Naomi's life."

"That promise came true sooner than either of them ever thought was possible when Naomi's parents and little brother Jason were killed in a tragic accident taking Jason to his grandfather's for a few days. Naomi was fifteen when she left behind her family and ended up in the foster system. Her grandfather on her mothers side was a cruel and demeaning man and tried to force her into the perfect girl so that he could marry her off for the betterment of his company."

"His wife had left him when her mother was only 13 because Naomi's mom's older sister had been kicked out of the family for following her family dreams. Her grandmother divorced her grandfather and left with her exiled daughter. Naomi's mother and father kept contact with her exiled aunt and behind her grandfathers back Naomi became extremely close with her aunt and her two cousins. When her grandfather found out he forced them to change their numbers and move and forbade them to contact her family again. Scared of losing everything Naomi's mother followed those rules.

"Her grandfather was determined to make Naomi a robot but Naomi rebelled and her family exiled her as well, dumping her in the foster system. When Naomi was fifteen contacted her aunt who had been tracked down in Japan and who had instantly wanted to adopt her when they heard about the death of Naomi's parents. And this is where the story about the two of us begins."

So what did you think? Reviews are welcome! Flames shall be laughed at, posted for others to laugh at, and then ignored as I continue the story.