Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. However, I do own Michiyo Akiho, Michiyo Terasu, Michiyo Hajika, and Adelaide Schmidt.

Author's note: Review please! :) Constructive criticism is appreciated. The kill Mary Sue-ness is in Chap3.

(Words in italics) This is Akiho's thoughts.


"Akiho-san."

"Terasu." Akiho nodded in acknowledgment and her blank gray eyes (courtesy of her German mother) left the glowing screen of her laptop, although her bracelets continued to jingle to the rhythm of her typing.

"You know, you could be more formal around your own father," Michiyo Terasu lightly reprimanded his sixteen-year-old daughter, his withered body swaying lightly in the wind that swept into the spacey room.

Akiho nodded again as a sign to continue; her interest was slightly perked. It wasn't every day that her father (one-sidedly) traded banter with his daughter.

"Hajika needs help on math homework," Terasu sighed. "You know your brother isn't exactly intelligent."

"Ah." Akiho turned her gaze back to the laptop (having deemed this conversation boring), mumbling to herself under her breath disgustedly about idiotic siblings and how they should burn in the underworld.

"So will you help him?" Michiyo Terasu tapped his Armani-shoed foot impatiently, though apparently not fazed by her discourtesy. The media practically melted at his feet anyways; if his daughter did that too, he would be ashamed.

"Send a tutor." Michiyo Akiho waved a hand of dismissal, shaking her head, irritated. "We're rich."

"If you socialize more, I'll make you heiress," the leader of Michiyo Corporations pleaded for the seven hundredth and thirty-seventh time. Don't need it.

Akiho just pointed at her laptop screen. Looking over her shoulder, her father's eyes skimmed through an unfamiliar company website, complete with employee health benefits, products, graphs of progress, and FAQs. A checkbook next to her was full of hefty paychecks for her overworked employees.

"You seem to have your start-up well started off." Michiyo Terasu gazed at the screen, surprised. "I had no idea that you were actually serious about this endeavor."

"Ah." Akiho picked up her Pineapple laptop and packed up to go to work, tucking her checkbook in her purse. She was a tensai, after all.

"Payday, I assume?" Terasu noted that his daughter's face was slightly scrunched up, just like his on paydays. Even if they were billionaires, the Michiyo family couldn't help but be stingy.

"Mm." Akiho gave an un-amused smile in consent and roughly brushed a stray hair away from her eyes. "Work. Bye." She walked out of the room and a chauffeur in a navy blue suit immediately appeared to drive her to Akiho Corporation's headquarters.

"They grow up so fast…" Adelaide Schmidt, her mother, cried dramatically while tossing her long brown hair back.

Terasu groaned. "You mean, Akiho just grows up too fast. And don't get your hair in my face, please. I have a press conference today."


Meanwhile, at Ouran...

Kyouya was sidestepping the fainted fangirls and taking notes, Tamaki was charming his blushing guests, Haruhi was using her natural host skills, Hikaru and Kaoru were playing out another twincest scene amid a mob of crazed ladies, Hani was bouncing around the table to his customers' delight, and Mori was being a statue, somehow charming the girls at his table in the process of being a rock. Perfect.

Akiho pressed her fingers to her temples as she leaned against the leather seats of the limousine. Her family was such an annoyance; Akiho's father kept trying to get her to socialize, her mother kept trying to get her to be a dress-up doll, and her brother was loud, obnoxious, popular, and dumb.

"Ouran," Akiho commanded her chauffeur. The chauffeur nodded. He was Akiho's favorite driver; polite, not talkative, and one that would not bring disgrace to the Michiyo name. After all, ruin the Michiyo Corporation's name and you were going to be murdered a few million times over.

Akiho sauntered through the hallways of Ouran High School, looking for all the world like an average Ouran student. Her yellow dress was tailored, pressed, and put on neatly, and she stood with regal posture. Her pin-straight black hair fell gracefully over her shoulders. She brushed up the winding stairway and walked right into the Third Music Room, settling in a chair in a corner.

"Michiyo," A man with black hair and rimless glasses greeted her, giving a slight bow and sitting in a seat across from her. He settled his Pineapple laptop on the coffee table. Mmm. That's the latest model that I designed.

"Ootori." Akiho stood up and bowed slightly, feigning surprise. She noted his neatly combed hair, perfectly ironed clothing, neat appearance, and the black notebook by his side. Good. Pleasantries aside, she sat down and waited for him to talk.

"You're not supposed to be wearing an Ouran uniform. You're a Lobelia student," Kyouya smiled warmly, although it didn't reach his eyes.

Evidently. "Obscurity." Akiho tapped her long pianist fingers impatiently on the wooden armrest of the seat. Could you just get to the point? I've got a track meet to attend, piano to practice, and work to go to.

"You know that I didn't call you here for tea and flirting."

Akiho gave a small smirk, and nodded for Kyouya to continue. "Yes."

"I wish to propose a deal. My father is interested in your start-up and would like to buy it." Kyouya scrutinized her face for any sign of resistance, his hand ready to press the button that would call his police force. After all, his father had told him to make Akiho sell off her company. And being Kyouya, he would do anything to win his father's favor and become heir of Ootori Corporations.

Akiho looked at his tensed hand and quickly identified the object in his grip as a police force remote control. "Put it down." Kyouya sighed in resignation, set the button down, and settled his hands on his lap. "And to answer your proposal, no."

"If you don't agree, we'll immediately remove all health benefits from your company." Kyouya leaned towards her, leering as his glasses flashed dangerously.

Tamaki shivered from across the room, and immediately retreated to his corner. Scary...

He would dare? "And if you do so, I'll immediately disable not only your entire company and family's computers and communication systems, but also the Japanese government's systems as well," Akiho countered, her voice oozing with honey although the comment was obviously a threat. Akiho's gray eyes drifted over to the laptop on Kyouya's side. Like that one.

Tamaki grabbed Haruhi's hand and sprinted out of the room "My daughter!", and Mori covered Hani's ears "...".

Kyouya's hand drifted near the deposited control; however, Akiho's bodyguards immediately surrounded Kyouya's waiting police force. The police force dropped their guns, immediately realizing that they were overpowered.

"You underestimated me." Akiho walked out, dropping the smile that previously adorned her tanned face, and put on a taunting one. "Ootori-san. No wonder you won't be heir."

"Neither will you," he called out after her.

"I don't want it. You?"

Maybe not so perfect.

-Aoi