Hey, guys. What's up? Here's my new story. I'm not so sure about the name, I might change that later on in the story. Please read and review, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer : I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

(Edit : Hey guys! As of the time that I write this edit, I'm currently working on chapter four. That's when I realized that I never mentioned what she looked like! Just for future reference, Yuki is 5'11" - Kyoya's height - and has long golden blond hair with light green eyes. Sorry about that!)


I raised the hem of my authentic-looking renaissance era dress, and turned away from the window. Although I lived in Japan, I always had a certain fascination with the european renaissance. Luckily I had immediate access to the vast collection of similar themed books in my library. I wasn't sure what drew me to them exactly, but they fascinated me to no end.

I walked to my desk across the room, my heels clacking on the floor. Grabbing the brown pouch with my other free hand, I walked to the door.

The workmanship was magnificent - I'd seen to that it was. In the backyard of my family's mansion, I'd had something build almost akin to a mini-castle. My lips curved into a small smile as I adored the architecture.

When I finally reached the outer doors - double, naturally - I slowly opened the left door with the side of my pouch-filled hand. The sunlight gradually traveled in, as the door began obstructing its path less and less. Taking a deep breath of the outside air, my eyes fluttering shut for a second, my smile grew as the atmosphere seemingly came in through my lungs and swelled the content feeling in my chest.

Walking to the nearby flower field - also something I'd seen to - I started to increase my speed. My heels weren't so thin that they would sink into the ground, something for which I was thankful every time I started running around on the lawn. By the time I broke into a jog, I was smiling like a lunatic.

Now in a full out run, I let out a laugh as I reached the middle of the field. I span in circles, my face pointed up to the heavens in delight. The day was absolutely beautiful. The sky was a brilliant bright blue, very few small white puffy clouds adorning its view. I stopped spinning, averting my attention to the pouch in my hands.

My whole life, I had been living on my family's estate. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but I had not once in my seventeen years set one foot outside the property line. I didn't mind much, there was everything I could ever need right here. I had private tutors who came and taught me my lessons, and I could have just about anything I could want sent in upon request. Why would I ever want to leave? Yet still, recent events had me wondering what the outside world was like.

The last day of summer vacation would end today, not that I had such a thing with my private tutors, but all the schools nearby would start returning to class tomorrow. I had talked to mother a few days ago about this very subject.

At first I had been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things she had dumped on me at the same time, but now that I had some time to think about it, maybe this could turn out to be a good thing.

The first thing she had told me was that starting tomorrow, I would be enrolled at Ouran Academy.

For my last year of highschool, seeing as I would be a third year, I would be in class 3-B. I would learn Japanese, English, French, Piano, History, Math, Science, Etiquette, and many other things that, according to my mother, 'a proper lady should learn'.

She said that, since I was the only heir to the family legacy, I would have to learn to manage it - while holding a certain air of class, of course.

The second thing was that, apparently, within some time in the last week, I had become engaged.

My parents had arranged my marriage to someone of which they considered "suitable rank".

Nevermind the fact that I had never met someone my own age before.

They told be that he would also be attending Ouran, - I assume in some sort of way to keep me from freaking out about having to marry some complete stranger, not even knowing his age.

The third thing they told me, however, shocked me more than the fact that in a couple years I would have to exchange wedding vows with someone who I hadn't even known existed.

They wouldn't tell me who he was.

They didn't want the knowledge of his identity to interfere with my studies.

For a few seconds, I was convinced they were completely insane.

Now it's down to just a little bit.

But then again, there was an upside to this.

I would get to go outside of the estate. I would get to go to an actual school. I would get to meet other people - people who weren't in their mid-forties

and working for my parents.

It would be a completely new experience.

I couldn't wait.

Opening the small leather pouch, I poured some of the sparkling powder into my hand.

One of the many things about the medieval stories that utterly enraptured me was the idea of magic. The thought that there were endless possibilities, all within some sort of reach. That anything could happen. And mostly - although usually only in the fictional stories - the fact that no matter what they might have to face, there were still happy endings.

I curled my fist around the pile of glittering substance.

In some of the stories there would be fairy dust, wishing powder, or something of the like. Of course, lots of places had tubes of glitter with labels saying "fairy dust" and sold them for much more than they were worth. But, I honestly believed that the one I held in my hand was different. Either way, it couldn't hurt.

Lifting my head up, I lifted my fist to my face.

I wish for an adventure; one so completely amazing that I'll never forget.

With that thought, I take a deep breath, open my hand, and blow the sparkling powder into the air.