Mother
(A/N: Whee. An Ouran fic. Mostly Fuyumi musing on her brother and his lack of maternal love and it's results, and a tiny, tiny, onesentence line of Kyouya x Haruhi.
Why Fuyumi? I connect with her. It works, either way.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
Fuyumi tried to make up for the fact that Kyouya had no mother. Their mother had died when Kyouya was a baby, and so he had never really received any sort of maternal warmth. So Fuyumi tried to make up for that. When she was 14 and he, 4, Kyouya first asked Fuyumi something about business and the Ohtori Empire, and Fuyumi knew that she had to do something for her baby brother to prevent him from becoming just like her other nii-sans. (Focused on the business and pleasing their father.)
Fuyumi tried to be as much like a mother as she could possibly be. She'd ask Kyouya about his day at school ("The usual.") or try to cook for him. ("Nee-san, we have a cook for a reason. We have five cooks, to be specific.") Needless to say, all her motherly attempts seemed to do was amuse Kyouya, as he buried himself in high-society and making connections. Despite her motherly attempts to make Kyouya different, Fuyumi saw how Kyouya had put a wall between him and his classmates, how he wore a mask in front of everyone, and how he tried to please their father.
Or…at least how he did, until he met Tamaki Suoh. Fuyumi was the one who listened, 'folding clothes', as Kyouya raged on about 'that baka!' and pour over travel guides in an attempt to be prepared for anything the Frenchman could throw at him. (Kyouya loved to be prepared, and hated spontaneous Frenchmen, she learned.) But she was also the one who discovered the two laughing one day, Kyouya finally showing his true face. That, Fuyumi thought, was much better mothering then she had ever done.
Tamaki had only been the beginning. Kyouya had told Fuyumi about his ridiculous idea for the host club, and how for some reason, he felt compelled to join it. She noticed, afterwards, that he smiled (albeit, evil smiles) more often, and really had changed quite a bit. That was Tamaki's doing, but then there was Haruhi.
Haruhi Fujioka, the commoner girl disguised as a guy. Haruhi was the one who had really changed Kyouya. She could see past Kyouya's egoistic act, his supposed refusal to do anything if there were no merits. Haruhi Fujioka had broken down the rest of Kyouya's wall that Tamaki could not. She did a better job of mothering Kyouya then either Tamaki or herself had. Kyouya was open and vulnerable to her, and he didn't like it one bit.
Well, Fuyumi thought, as she peeked through her baby brother's door and saw him kissing Haruhi Fujioka, at least that was what he tried to tell himself.