MUX: Hey guys! As you can see this is the first time that I tried writing a fanfiction basically focused on anime. Truth to be told when I started reading fanfiction I read things about InuYasha. So I hope that even though this is my first time, I'll satisfy your needs for a beautiful fiction story. By the way this is Ouran.

I am so twisting Ouran. I'm going to make Haruhi rich. Add a lot of characters for others pairings. All Japanese names will have their meaning at the bottom of the story. Thankies!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. I promise!

Ryoji Fujioka.

His blood runs through my veins. His genes appear in my physical features. His beliefs strengthened my young mind.

He was a good man.

He was a good friend.

He was an industrious worker.

He was a loving husband.

He was a loving father.

My father loves me very much. He is the only one who knows me well enough. He is the only one who understands me completely and he was the one who supported me all throughout.

That is why it just hurts so much to hear that my beloved father had already met his tragic end.

It was a shock to all of course. My father rarely gets sick. And my father was a very cautious man.

The day I heard the tragic news was still clear in my mind.It was like an addicting drug my head was getting high on. Its like a repetitive assistant reminding me that I will be alone. Forever.

It was a normal school day. Tamaki entered the room as his usual enthusiastic self.

"Haruhi." He said in his singsong voice.

I looked up from the book I was reading and gave him a curious glance.

"What is it now sempai?"

"I've got a surprise for you."

"I don't like the sound of this."

"Oh common."

Before Haruhi can reply, Kyouya entered the room looking stern and serious.

"Haruhi do you have a minute?"

"Of course Kyouya senpai."

"I have received a call a few moments ago. It was the hospital. Haruhi, your father had an accident. He didn't make it. The collision broke his neck and his body flew out of the window."

Haruhi stood there too shocked to speak. To shocked to move. Too shocked to breathe. After a few moments she regained her composure and said,

"Kyouya-sempai, this is not a good joke you know."

"Who says I'm joking?"

Haruhi sensed the seriousness in his voice even from the start but she wanted to find a reason that what she heard was not true.

Her beloved father was not dead. What did he do to deserve this? What did she do to deserve this? She realized that her father was now in peace.

She was alone.

She has no one.

She has no family.

A week had passed after the funeral of my father. My father's lawyer called me to meet him for my fathers last will testament. I agreed to meet him today at his office at 2 pm sharp.

I saw him sitting on his chair typing some documents on his laptop. I knocked on the door once again trying to catch his attention.

"Oh Haruhi, you're here. Take a seat child. Would you like some tea or orange juice perhaps?"

"I'm fine sir. I would just like to get this over with." I replied politely.

"Very well. Your father created this will two months before his death. It was his first and last of course." He said taking out a set of paperworks out of his briefcase.

He started reading it,

"I, Ryoji Fujioka, hereby admit to the law that this document you are now reading is my true and final will of testament.

This document is fully given to Attorney Matsukoto for safe keeping and he too is in charge of informing my daughter of its content once I meet my tragic end.

First I would like to transfer the Fujioka Modeling Line to Fujioka Haruhi. My one and only daughter.

All accounts connected to this company will also be written under her name.

The properties which includes the Fujioka Mansion, the Fujioka summer house in Okinawa and the belts of resorts and hotels in Tokyo and Hokkaido are now legally transferred under her care.

Sincerely yours,

Fujioka Ryoji

I stood there gaping. Since when did my father owned a lot of properties? The lawyer snapped me out of my trance and said,

"Your father asked me to give you this after reading his testament." He told me all the while handing me a white envelope which I presume contained a letter from my father.

"I will leave you a moment of privacy. Then maybe you can start signing all th papers legally transferring Fujioka's properties to your name." Matsukoto said, then left.

I looked at the paper clutched in my hand and started reading.

Haruhi,

My beloved daughter, I am aware that once you are given this letter it is clearly known to you that I am already dead.

My daughter I love you so much and I apologize for lying to you.

I know that you are wondering about all the properties transferred to your name. Let me tell you a short story about me and my family.

The Fujiokas are considered as one of the most successful clan here in Japan. The late Fujiokas had two sons namely Ryoji and Yutaka.

Yutaka being the oldest was betrothed to Akemi Morishita. Yutaka learned to love Akemi in due time and had two daughters with her, Miyuki and Misaki.

I, on the other hand fell in love with your mother and had you a year after Miyuki was born.

It was a known fact that every child in the Fujioka clan has to grow up without knowledge of them having money but will still be brought up with morals. Our ancestors do not want us depending on our riches and become like others who are spilled rotten.

Every child will be given knowledge about this once they reach the age of seventeen. Except for Miyuki and Misaki who grew up with my mother and my father since Yutaka and Akemi died in a plane crash when they were still 7.

Unfortunately I died before your seventeenth birthday.

I don't know but it was an impulsive act to write this letter informing you about this. It seemed that I ,in some twisted way, knew that I won't be there by the time you reach 17.

Now you know that you are indeed an heiress. A Fujioka heiress at that.

I know that it was wrong to keep all of this things form you and I deeply apologize for that.

I just hope that you'll forgive me and remember that I love you deeply princess.

Matsukoto will be asking you to sign the papers and then you will have to move to the Fujioka house tomorrow.

Your grandparents died and it was sad for you not to attend their funeral. As of now you will be under the supervision of your cousins.

I have heard that they will be transferring to Ouran too. It'll be a great opportunity to get to know them better.

I love you Haruhi. Always will.

Father

Haruhi was in tears. I will never be alone.

They will be forever in my heart.

I had a father who deeply cares for me. And I have cousins that will be there to take care of me.

But of course she was shock of the revelation behind her true identity. She was an heiress. And she will have to move.

Truly money never matters for her. But what excites her is to meet her beloved cousins.They are her family as of now.

A few more moments later, Matsukoto arrived clutching several folders containing documents that had to be signed.

After an hour or so, everything was in order and I was free to go. I called Kyouya sempai to tell him that I was okay and will be back on Monday. I packed my things and went to a peaceful slumber.

MUX: Was that okay? I hope so. It's a truly different scene for me. Because i never caused much mayhem in creating fanfics like I did with this. I just hope that you will support it no matter how twisted and impossible it may be.

Okay, I used my name and my sisters for the cousins. I just can't help it. And I'll tell you the reason someday why I did use my name.

On the next chapter you will be meeting the cousins and another 4 girls that will change Ouran. (In my story of course.)

NAME MEANINGS:

Miyuki- white snow

Misaki- white blossom

Yutaka- abundant

Akemi- bright and beautiful