Hey everyone! It's been so long since I've written fanfic but I recently got into this website again and thought I'd dabble.

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Hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter One –

"Vivienne, are you ready to leave yet?" I heard dad's voice booming downstairs, reminding me yet again that it's time to go.

"I'll be down in a second!" I shouted back, taking a tube of Mac's Velvet Teddy and applying it over the lip liner I'd already used. I rubbed my lips together and smirked at my reflection in the mirror, deciding I looked as good as I'd hoped.

Getting up from my vanity, I grabbed my classic black Chanel, throwing my lipstick in there to complete its contents before taking a look at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked absolutely perfect.

My black form-fitting dress was perfectly smoothed out, stopping right above my knees with sleeves that reached my elbows and a boat neckline, appropriate yet slightly sexy. The gold-studded Valentinos I wore weren't too high at only four inches, perfect for a business dinner. My bright red hair was completely straight, not a hair out of place and flowing down to barely graze my butt. I wore a simple, neutral makeup look, with a slight smokiness to extenuate my bright blue eyes. With my long, matte nude nails and my bag, the look was complete.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs to find my dad waiting by the door in a simple black suit typing away at his phone. He looked up when he heard the clicking of my heels and smiled.

"You look beautiful, milaya*." Papa complimented. (*: Milaya is Russian for "sweet girl")

"You don't look too bad yourself, Papa." I stuck out my tongue playfully and he laughed, opening the door for me.

We were meeting with a rather well-known family here in Japan, especially in the hospitality, security and healthcare sectors. The Ootoris were a force to be reckoned with from what I'd heard, and apparently wanted to expand into the States just as we wanted to expand to Japan, the two families meeting was a good place to start.

Papa and I only landed in Japan two days ago, and will be spending the next year here learning about the culture and exploring any business opportunities. I'll be attending a school called Ouran Academy, a school for the rich and elite. If I remember correctly, Kyouya Ootori, the youngest of the Ootori children was a student there and we'd be in the same class. Dad will be traveling back and forth since he can't leave his empire alone for too long.

On the drive there, Papa and I sipped on a glass on of scotch and discussed what we knew about the family. I still wasn't used to being driven around in a limo, despite the Kovalsky family being one of the richest in the world, I was used to driving myself around when we lived in the States. Different cultures, I guess.

By the time we'd arrived at the Ootori mansion, we'd finished our glasses, popped a mint and sprayed a little perfume and cologne respectively, we couldn't very well walk in there smelling like scotch. Our driver opened the door, and dad stepped out before giving me a hand. A maid was waiting by the door with a smile.

"Mr. and Ms. Kovalsky, it's a pleasure to have you here. May I escort you inside?" She was extremely polite and formal, nothing like I was used to but I returned her smile as she walked us inside and to the living room.

Once we walked into the living room, the Ootori family was standing to greet us.

"Mr. Kovalsky, it's a pleasure to have you and your daughter in our home." Yoshio Ootori, the father, said as he shook hands with my father. "Those are my sons, Yuuichi, the oldest." He introduced pointing at the eldest son. "Akito, the middle child and Kyouya, my youngest." He pointed at each as he introduced them.

"It's our pleasure to be here. This is my daughter, Vivienne." Papa responded, pointing his hand at me.

"Thank you for having us, Ootori-sama." I said with a smile and the stoic man seemed impressed at my use of Japanese honorifics.

I found it amusing that his sons were standing in order of age, the middle son, Akito, was the only one in the family not wearing glasses. I knew they also had a sister, Fuyumi, if I remembered correctly but she wasn't here and neither was their mother.

We all took our seats, the fathers on one couch, the three brothers on one couch and myself on a single-seater couch. Almost immediately, a different maid walked in and served us tea.

"How are you two finding Japan so far?" Yoshio asked.

"We haven't had much chance to explore, we've been settling in since we arrived. But it's certainly a beautiful country." Papa responded with a smile.

"Vivienne, you'll be joining my son Kyouya in Ouran Academy starting the day after tomorrow, correct?" He aimed his question at me this time, and I nodded. "Have you received your schedule yet?"

"Yes, I have. I'll be in class 2-A." I responded, and he nodded.

"I'm sure Kyouya would be glad to accompany you as you get comfortable in the school." His father said, and Kyouya nodded with a charming smile.

"It would be my honour." He said in an unexpectedly deep voice.

"I would greatly appreciate that." I gave him an equally as charming smile.

I could practically see the wheels spinning in his father's head immediately, he knows my Papa would never agree to an arranged marriage, so I can almost guarantee he'll be asking the youngest Ootori to charm me in order to connect the families, thus businesses, by marriage. He was so predictable.

We continued with the small talk as we sipped our tea, and I noticed the sons hardly spoke unless spoken to. It was becoming clearer to be by the second that they had a very formal and unemotional family dynamic. Once we finished our tea, we were escorted to the dining room for dinner.

Papa and Yoshio spoke generally about business during the appetizer course, it was during the main course that the children got involved in the conversation. I kept my input to a minimum until the topic of the culinary business was brought up. Yoshio was considering introducing a gourmet American grill twist to the dining experience in one of his upcoming spas.

"What do you think of that idea, Vivienne?" He asked me, it was clear to me he thought I was mostly clueless when it came to business, and was only asking to involve me in the conversation. Well, he had another thing coming.

"I actually don't think that's a good idea." His eyes widened slightly, surprised by my answer.

"Why so?" He questioned.

"Despite the popularity and curiosity regarding American culture in Japan, a spa isn't the best place to capitalize on that. Most traditionally American food isn't associated with health and well-being, which is what you'd want in a spa's restaurant. Trying to put a healthy twist on American foods would take away from their authenticity, and with the increasing popularity of vegan and gluten-free diets, I'd say the menu wouldn't be successful for more than a year." I explained, and I could see the increasing surprise on the faces of all four Ootori men, while my father just smirked.

"So what do you suggest instead?" He asked, now actually interested in what I had to say.

"I'd suggest a healthy juice and smoothie bar. Since the recent health kick, the popularity and number of those in the States has increased rapidly. Sure, healthy pressed juices are somewhat popular in Japan, but I haven't heard of a spa that offers them as a meal-replacement package." I paused, and Yoshio nodded at me to continue and explain my suggestion. "You see, some online companies in the states specialize in juice cleanses in which they ship the customers a package filled with different bottled juices that they have to drink over the course of a day and up to three days. The purpose is to drink only those juices with no solid meals, they offer all the nutrients the body needs and at the same time cleanses it of toxins and whatnot." I explained the recent trend.

"I can see how that would be popular in a spa, but how do you think it can be capitalized upon?" Yuuichi asked.

"By making it a solids-free spa, offering different juice packages depending on what the customer wants out of the spa experience. Weight loss packages, cleansing packages, etcetera. It would make that spa completely unique and attract many customers as health and beauty are very important in Japanese culture. It's uniqueness and exclusivity will make stays there in high demand, giving you the volume while also enabling you to have high profit margins." I explained simply, smirking internally as I saw the awe in their faces.

"You're incredibly intelligent, Vivienne-chan." Akito, the flirt of the family, said.

"Vivienne is a certified genius, actually." Papa revealed, stunning the family. "She has one of the highest currently known IQs worldwide and is very business-savvy, most of the recent growth in the Kovalsky empire is entirely her doing." He smiled at me, he loved showing off his little girl and I always felt a burst of pride in myself knowing I've made my Papa proud.

"That's incredible, do you intend on handing down the companies to her?" Yoshio asked, and the wheels in his head spun even faster when my father nodded. He must think marrying me to Kyouya will be even more beneficial now.

The rest of the dinner continued in similar fashion, with us four children participating even more in the conversation. Yoshio seemed very interested in everything I had to say, it was slightly amusing.

Following dinner, we all headed back to the living room for dessert and more tea before my father and I got up to say our goodbyes and leave.

"Thank you so much for having us, it has been an incredible dinner. You have three very bright sons, especially the youngest. He's definitely one to look out for." Papa said as he shook Yoshio's hand.

After a series of handshakes and an eye-roll worthy kiss on the hand from Akito, Papa and I left.

"What did you think?" Papa asked once we were back in the car as he poured us each another glass of scotch. What can I say, we're Russian and being heavy drinkers is definitely a stereotype we lived up to.

"They're too stiff and business-focused for my liking. They didn't feel like a family, rather more like business associates. It's a little upsetting." I said, shrugging and Papa nodded in agreement.

Since Mama died during childbirth, the two of us were all the other had and we were an incredibly close and affectionate little family. I couldn't imagine how a family could be so emotionally detached.