Chapter 1

"Himiwari!" yelled Wattanuki from xxx Holic. I was an Otaku and I knew it, I giggle a little at Wattanuki's spazmatic reaction to seeing the girl he had a crush on. Allie nudges me with her elbow, I look at her. She has big blue eyes, short honey blonde hair, and a thing for guy's clothes. She has been my best friend for as long as I remember.

"He's such a spaz, why do you like this?" she asks me frowning a little. Domeki walks on screen, the strong silent type, I point to the screen.

"He's why," I say giggling at Wattanuki's angry reaction to Domeki talking to Himiwari. Allie tilts her head to the side studding the two male characters.

"Do you ever," she starts the sentence.

"Think Domeki and Wattanuki should hook up?" I finish. We look at each other and laugh.

"Who would be the pitcher?" she asks.

"Domeki," we say at the same time. We laugh so hard we fall off the couch. My dad walks in and sees us rolling on the floor laughing.

"Phoebe," he says. "Go pack, now."

I stop laughing instantly. "Why should I?" I ask.

"Because you're going to Japan," he says holding up two plane tickets. "To go high school. And Alex is going with you." Allie and I are doing the happy dance about her coming with me, we sit back down and start to watch our show again, when dad hands me a piece of paper with a name written in Japanese on it.

"What is this?" I ask him. Reading the name, (Yes, I can read and speak Japanese; I have to because dad's company does a lot of business over there (BTW, Allie knows how to too)) it says: Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

"At your high school, I need you to find this person, I am quite certain he attends the high school you will be attending," he said. "Phoebe, it's crucial that you find him," he said wringing his hands.

"Why?" I ask before I take a sip from my Pepsi.

"Because he is your fiancée," he said dropping that bombshell like he was telling me to go do the dishes.

Hearing the word "Fiancée " I do a perfect spit take. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and yell, "My What!"

"Your fiancée," says my dad his hands on his hips, his tie is loose around his neck, and his hair has gone grey close to his temples, the rest is the rich red of my brother's.

"Oh Hell to the No!" I yell at him. "An arranged marriage! Dad this isn't a hundred years ago, when political marriages were common! I'm not going to marry a complete stranger!" I said crossing my arms.

"Your mother and I's marriage was arranged by our parents," he said narrowing his emerald green eyes.

"Maybe that's why she left," I retorted the familiar knot of hurt building up inside my chest. I remember the day she had left.

It had been a warm sunny spring day, and I was about five or six. I had woken up early and had decided to bring mom some coffee. I walked in to their room, and her suitcase was by the door. She was rummaging through her dresser drawers. Her long, curly black hair bouncing as she moved, her piercing violet eyes searched the room for anything she may have missed.

"Mommy," I whispered. She looked at me and smiled.

"What is it sweetie," she said.

"Where are you going," I ask giving her the coffee mug. It was her favorite one the one with all the little clover flowers on it.

She takes the mug and takes a sip. Then she says, "On a trip, my little moonbeam."

"When will you be back?" I ask. She ruffles my hair.

"I don't know," she said and walked out of the door.

"It doesn't matter why she left, what matters is that, you are my only daughter. And my only means for alliances," he says. I felt the knot tighten. Was that all I was to him? Something to sell off for his own benefit?

Well, you are the third child and his only daughter, said a small voice.

That's not a reasonable excuse!, I think at the small voice.

"Look, Phoebe Louise Hawthorn, if you do not marry this boy I will disown you," he said his face completely expressionless.

"You're kidding," I said.

"I'm dead serious," he said crossing his arms. If he disowned me there went my trust fund and my money to start my flower shop. For this second I hate my father, I walk out of the room grabbing the tickets on the way out. Well, if I'm going to do this, I sure as hell hope this Mitsukuni guy will allow me to have a flower shop, or I was pulling a mom. If I couldn't have my shop I would leave.

Ok well this is my first ouran fanfic, tell me whatcha think about the engagment and tell me who ur fav Ouran Character is! PLEASE REVIEW^.^