Genius (ohshc x reader fanfic)

Chapter 1: A Dream Which Is My Past

"Maru, what do you want to be when you grow up?" 

The first question that brought my misery.

"I'll help you achieve your dreams Maru, just trust me."

The first step that brought my regrets.

"After all I've done, you're worth nothing but waste." A hit was struck across my face. Then another, and another, till I just stopped. My thrashing, screaming and tears disappeared together. I just lay there on the ground, still taking the beating from my so-called 'mother.' I lay limp on the cold tiled floor which I believe was in the kitchen. Another hit was blown to my stomach.

The end to most of my hopes 

A large bang of a door was heard, even in my state. "Clara! What are you doing?! Step away from her!" With most of the strength I had left, I watched the blurry figure of a man with well stature and a voice of good nature walk toward me, shoving my 'mother' away in the process. "She's staying with me, Clara. Do not as so argue." "

The start to everything.

My 'mother,' who I will call Clara Selwed, was a nice woman. She was a role model. She had a job being a lawyer, to a doctor, to a college teacher. She wanted the best for her daughter, which was me, Maru, only to be lead downwards to hell. My father, Kurusu Konoe, was born in Japan. Which part? I do not remember. He was also a role model, being the owner of the largest companies in medical, oil, and mining. He was known as 'the man worth billions.' He met my mother when she worked in one of his father's hospitals in Hollywood, they clicked together immediately. Who wouldn't, a genius and beautiful woman with a genius handsome man. In the news, they are known as the prodigy pair, between their families, a perfect match.

They were married at age 28, me being born at their age of 31, on April 13 11:59, 99.99 seconds into the last minute. My father, wanting a son, neglected me, throughout childhood using the same excuse of having to work, he missed my first word, my first steps, missing most of my first... The only first he was there to be with me was my first interview that made me known to public, which brought out my title genius child. My mother defended me and loved from the start, having large dreams for me. A little before now, I realized I couldn't have achieved those dreams that my mother and I have talked about, no matter how much I would've tried.

As I slowly grew, I realized I was a puppet. My mothers love turned to fake when I started becoming this so called 'genius child.' My father was near me more often, only to spread the same love of my mother, he only stayed with me for the fame, which started when I was 4. My fame was because of all the talents that was deemed impossible for even an adult to achieve so quickly. At age 3 and 280 days old, I found I was able to memorize every literature or formula put in front of me, giving me the title of 'Genius Child.' Starting from there, Clara then signed me up for literally everything else, martial arts, fencing, piano lessons, crafting lessons, singing lessons- you name a existing lesson, I probably took that as well.

Only in four years I mastered all those teachings after the unforgiving hours of those years. I was surprised I wasn't buff yet, only to have a well measured body. I produced many hits from songs to film, however, my ideas are given to actual directors and such, not wanting anymore fame than I already have. I soon felt myself slowly breaking after being named a prodigy, bringing more misery and, courtesy of my parents, started giving me beatings if I made any mistake that could waver my title, seemly them wanting me to earn the title 'Perfect Human,' hiding any evidence of beatings with makeup. I didn't dare to say anything until the last day to my beatings, when that mysterious man came.

He was a close friend to my father's deceased sister, Kotoko Fujioka, who died one year after I was made public. She was a nice woman, I remember, and I found her more beautiful than my mother. I never was able to meet her in real life, or husband Ranka and her daughter Haruhi, since my father has some sort of hate against her. So she sent her long time friend and colleague Kurosine Kitsune to check on me, the one who saved me.

Kurosine, or as I call him Kuro, my now adopted father, took me away from all the pain that scarred me, he helped me change physically to hide me away from fame, going as far to changing my name from Lisa Konoe, my real name, to Maru Kitsune, and helped support me mentally by telling me all good things, telling me to be who I truly am, good or bad, mute or anything, he said he would support me. He told me all these things when I reached age 10. I, of course, was able to understand more than one could think a child was able to. However, he was able to only do so much to prevent the flashing cameras and drama. So after changing my name, he, from being a chef, is now a fashion designer, a makeup artist, and a hairstylist, (I was quite impressed with all the jobs he handled) he was obviously able to change my total appearance, but to one of a boys. Knowing I didn't really need any schooling at all, I was kept at home, so I didn't have to suffer anyone knowing I was a girl and bear any teasing that could've occurred. Sometimes I would go with Kuro to his workplaces, becoming good friends with his bosses and coworkers, them the only ones who knew my secrets, the ones I only talk to and smile at their silly antics, I never laughed though. Two years later, after two years with Kuro, two years of my parents not giving a care in the world, two years of believing I didn't have to worry anymore, came crashing to my feet. Two years after leaving my parents to a better life with Kuro, was the day my parents died.

'Suicide,' police have said. I wasn't able to move. I was shocked. They had everything they needed and wanted. And now they're dead.

"Are you perhaps... Miss Konoe? Sorry, I must be mistaken young ma-"

"No, you are correct, I am her." I remember a clear feminine child voice was replied to the officer. "Ah, you are the young prodigy! I am terribly sorry for your loss...your parents left you a note." He walked off to give me some space, suspecting I was in utter misery, I wasn't until I read the note.

Dear our precious child Lisa,
We didn't realize at all what we were doing to you, physically and mentally. Now that you are gone, gone from our reach, we regret every single moment with you, for they were never good with an exception when you were a baby. Daddy loved you the moment you set eyes on him, his excuse to work was never one to leave you, but to work extra to see if we could ever be together as a family. By the time he realized it, they really were excuses for reasons we don't know why.'

The writing changed to a more bold cursive.

'Lisa, the only thing your mother and I will regret and haunt our minds is treating you and your talents like objects to bring us fame. Every single second we brought you misery was regret. I'm sorry, your mothers sorry, and we decided to die with regrets, the regrets of treating you cruelly. To hurt you will forever be the greatest sin for us. We
Couldn't live knowing that. I'm sorry for never being there for you. Your mother and I hope you have a more beautiful future than we could ever imagine. We love you a thousand times,

Mommy and daddy.'

I remember by then I was in tears. That letter from my mother and father changed my depressed child personality to a more acceptable person in my eyes. However that letter also gave me regrets for ever not attempting to speak with my parents that could've changed our situation, leaving me with a emotionless facade.

...

I open my eyes to the white ceiling above me. 'Same dream again, eh?' It was my first day of school. The first ever school I was going to attend, of course, on a scholarship, Ouran Highschool.