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The Pact of the Generations
Some ware in Japan, Yoshi Ootori and his young air were meeting in secret…
"Kyouya, for the past hundred years our family has helped the form and up-holding of the Sacred Contract." He paused so the young Ootori could ask questions if needed. "The Sacred Contract." Kyouya repeted. "I have never herd of such a thing." "That." Said The elder of the two. "Is because it has been kept a secret on our behalf and of the two familys."
IN Death City, at the DWMA. Almost the very same conversation was being had. Only with Lord Death and his son.
"Kid, as you know. I can't leave Death City." Death's son nodded. "It has been that was for nearly 100 years." "Wow, Kid Kuns dad sure is OLD." Patty giggled. "Patty, hush. They may ask us to leave." Hissed her older sister. Nothing more was herd from ether of the young reapers weapons. "You are correct" Said the Reaper, "And as it nears 100 years, our pact with the Sohma Clan is nearly over." "So?" Was the teenagers replay. "As my air it is your DUTY to go in my place and re new our pact. Or it could end in grate turmoil for us all."
Some ware else in Japan, there lies the Sohma house. Ware Akito and his most trusted were meeting.
"Due to my increase of illness, I can't go to the renewel of the contract. But unfortenitly there must be at lest one witness to speak on the Clan's behalf. So I send you Hatori. You may take whom you wish, it matters not to me." "As you wish Akito." Was the short replay the Head of the family recived. "Good, Now get out of my site."
Now back to the young air and his father.
"You must…Shall we say for the sake of it. Host, this event, and you must make sure no fighting breaks out between the two." The young air nodded. "I have spoken to Tamikee's father and the event will be held at Ouran." Once again he nodded, not daring to say anything. "You have the right to tell a small amount of people. They may be whom you wish. In result of these…ODD visitors, Ouran will be closed for 3 weeks. The first week, you and those you have entrusted the secret with; will prepair Ouran. And turn it into a suitable living invirement. The second week, will be for the meetings, and the writing of the new contract. And finally, the third week, our guests will leave. Do you think you can handle that?" the boy resited the urge to laugh at his father. He pushed up his glasses. "Of course, I am an Ootori. Its only Natarul that I could handle something like this." His Father nodded. "Good. You may go." The boy bowed to his father and walked out of the room. And as he did, the smallest smirk could be seen on his face, "3 weeks?" He thought to himself. "Haruhi, is NOT going to like this."