(A/N Hey guys I actually thought of this because of an AMV mix that had both Ouran and Akagami in it, I searched for a Xover and couldn't find so so I figured why not make my own? It might seem a bit slow in the beginning but Ouran does show in the end and get a more major part as the story develops. R&R please! Hope you enjoy it!)

Disclaimer-I don't own either Ouran or Akagami

"Shirayuki!" Zen's voice appeared out of nowhere causing her to spill the herbs she had been bagging. The Court Herbalist with hair red as an apple turned to scold the prince who didn't so much as knock. With her mouth opened she paused thinking over what to say, for maybe he did knock and she was just too immersed in her work to notice.

But she would scold him, for these herbs were needed for a patient with a cold and it was the last plant in the greenhouse. "Zen!" Shirayuki cried out. Seeing the white haired prince's guilty expression, she in return gave him an apologetic smile and patted the floor next to her. Zen quickly took the invitation and gently laid his hand upon hers-which caused a slight blush to come upon Shirayuki's face-and lifted his head to gaze past the glass panels and into the blue sky.

Zen sighed and met eyes with her, something was definitely bothering him. She was just about to ask what was wrong when Zen spoke, "Izana asked me to go to Japan to take care of some official business at a high school," The way Zen spoke made it clear he was not happy with his older brothers decision. "I have to leave tomorrow morning and I'll be gone for a bit, would you like to come with me?" At the end of his sentence, his voice brightened, and so did her eyes.

"Yes!" Shirayuki exclaimed in happiness. "If we're leaving tomorrow I should let Ryuu know, and pack my stuff as well!" Shirayuki abruptly jumped up soon followed by Zen and grabbed what was left of the herbs then raced out of the greenhouse to the pharmacy.

The sun had set long ago but she was too excited to sleep. Ryuu had wished her good health and a safe journey under his breath and waved goodbye while clutching the herb bag she'd given to him. With a smile she turned onto her side to look outside and into the starry night. Sometimes, Ryuu seemed like a little brother to her. And that was good. For Shirayuki had never known family by blood, but she was happy that she could make her own by friendship and love. In a few hours, she would have to get up and prepare for the long journey to Japan. Since they would be going all the way to the other side of the country, they'd be riding in something called a plane. Out here in Clarines, we get around by carriages and feet, rolling hills are some sort of a comfort to her. But in Japan, a large city, they use trains and cars, there are tall buildings built by concrete and metal. Shirayuki groaned and turned to her other side squishing the pillow in an attempt to make it less stiff. As she closed her eyes, her thoughts wandered once again. Zen had been cryptic of his assignment in Japan. When she asked he would close up and change the subject with a smile. Her eyebrows furrowed at this; either Zen really didn't know or he didn't want to tell her. Shirayuki was fine with either one, for it was his business after all.

(Time Lapse: Japan)

They arrived in Japan at roughly 12 o'clock. Surprisingly no one said anything about Mitsuhide, Kiki, or Zen's swords. Obi trailed her wordlessly as she marveled at the city in the distance, while the other three lagged behind talking business. "Ojou-san," (A/N If I'm correct about this Ojou-san translates to Lady/Mistress, which is about what Obi calls Shirayuki. I'll do an A/N to let you guys know what a Japanese word means if I do one) Obi complained from behind her. She realized suddenly that she'd wandered past the car and almost off of the concrete surface. Shirayuki flipped around a smile on her face, and gave a chuckle to Obi then quickly ran over to his side.

"Sorry! I lost my train of thought!" Obi merely smirked and took ahold of her hand,

"I'll hold on to you to make sure you don't go wandering off again. Come on," Obi tugged at her hand pulling her forward, "Zen's already in the car." As the pair entered the car, she found that it had three rows of seats. The first where the driver sat, a middle, and a back. The car was long, black, and shiny, with low ceilings. Shirayuki had started to feel claustrophobic so she pushed a button to roll down the window and let the cool breeze wash over her. Zen, Mitsuhide, and Kiki, were squished uncomfortably into the back, their swords rested on the floor sticking up to preserve more room. Obi had taken the seat next to her and was messing around with his own weapons.

"Where to?" The driver called out as he stopped at an intersection. Almost immediately, Zen replied,

"Ouran High School please,"

"You transfer students?" The driver question, most likely engaging in a friendly conversation.

"No," Replied Kiki, "Just visiting." Kiki's tone gave the impression that the conversation had ended and no more questions were asked. It was a boring car ride for most, but for her she was in wonder. The city flew by in a blur, tall skyscrapers, lines of traffics, the scent of freshly baked food and other unfamiliar scents wafted into the car. In no less then twenty minutes, the city had thinned out and they were surrounded by small hills that reminded her vaguely of home. The car ride after the city wasn't that long, but she must've been tired from the plane. Shirayuki's mind shut down sending her off to sleep.

Shirayuki woke slowly to find herself leaning against Zen. It took a minute for her to process what she was doing. In embarrassment, she jumped backwards hands flung out in front of her, her a cheeks almost matching the color of her hair. Zen turned startled by the sudden movement, "Ah! You're awake! You fell asleep on the ride here," Glancing around she found herself standing in the courtyard of a magnificent building.

"Where exactly is here?" Shirayuki questioned.

Zen lifted up a hand and squeezed her shoulder before saying, "Ouran High School." A little smirk grew on the prince's face as he began his next sentence, "You see, I made a deal with Izana. He didn't make me come here. The deal was, if I pass high school with flying colors I can marry whoever I want," Shirayuki's eyes widened followed by a blush, "And we already decided that, right?"

Shirayuki's mouth hung open speechless. Curse herself for being so easy to get flustered. Zen let out a laugh that rang throughout the clearing. "Sorry about that,"

"No! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed.

Zen shook his head, "No need to apologize, my fau-"

"If you two lovebirds are done arguing I can give you a tour of the school," The unfamiliar voice startled the pair and Zen automatically reached for the hilt of his sword. "Woah! Calm down!" A blonde looking to be around Zen's age stepped out from behind a pillar hands up in a surrendering gesture. The teenager wore a school uniform, which was a blue tux. Right now Shirayuki was imagining if either Zen would good in it or not, but she pushed the thought from her mind and focused on the present. The boy approached Zen first and held out a hand, "I'm Tamaki Suoh, It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Zen Wistalia," Shirayuki expected the same handshake as Zen, but in a swift motion Tamaki was on a knee her hand in his. Slowly Tamaki pressed his lips to her skin as the royals do when greeting ladies. A slight blush creeped onto her face tinting her cheeks pink-she hoped Zen wouldn't notice. When Tamaki stood back up she managed not to stutter and said,

"Shirayuki," When she didn't give a last name Tamaki raised an eyebrow in question but didn't press. (A/N Anybody know if Shirayuki says her last name?) First stop was the cafeteria. It had at least fifteen people serving lunch, a hundred tables with ten seats to sit at, a vending machine for drinks and somewhere you could by your own food! She was already amazed and this was not even half of it. Shirayuki asked politely if she could go grab some food for she was starving and hadn't ate since this morning. Tamaki agreed and told her how then she was off.

When she returned a group of girls were crowded around Zen and Tamaki. Zen had his sword unsheathed and had given it to Tamaki who balanced it, seeming to be well experienced in sword play. A teacher or an adult-one of the two-stood off to the side observing making sure nobody got hurt. While everyone oohed and aahed at Tamaki for his skills with the sword, Zen was getting bombarded with questions. From her spot at a table she could only pick up so much, but from what she did hear was; "Did you dye your hair that color?" "I heard you're a prince is that true?!" "Do you have a girlfriend?" The cafeteria had steadily risen in noise level since she'd sat down and her head was starting to pound. With one last bite of her banana, Shirayuki threw away the peel and exited the room to find herself in a almost empty hallway.

Navigating through the school was near impossible. All of the hallways looked the same. Every now and then there was a sign for the A Wing, or C Wing, which she knew no meaning of. About five minutes after her wave of confusion, she found herself standing outside a door which had been left a crack open. Maybe someone in here could help me… The door opened silently and she was faced with six men staring at her with welcoming faces.

"I'm very sorry miss but I'm afraid we're closed now," A black haired male with glasses said in a apologetic tone.

Flustered, she waved her hands in front of her. Was this some sort of school fair? No matter, she just had a question. "Uh-I'm very sorry to interrupt but I'm lost." The statement explained everything. Two boys with orangish-reddish hair snickered and whispered something to a smaller boy with large brown eyes who elbowed both of them in the ribs.

"We could have someone escort you back to a familiar place, anywhere come to mind?" A more serious boy spoke. Shirayuki's mind drifted back to when she woke up upon Zen's chest in the courtyard, the very memory of it caused her cheeks to flare. The boys in front of her smiled and looked over to the one whom asked the question,

"You made her blush Mori-senpi!" Exclaimed a boy who was hanging from Mori's shoulders. Mori merely grunted and looked at her curiously. This was getting her nowhere. With a slight bow, she was about to leave when the window flung open smashing against the wall. The one with glasses cursed and stalked over bolting it shut.

"This has been happening all day. If this happens when we open, it could scare the guests!" Shirayuki met eyes with the short one with large eyes. He gave her a small wave as if sensing she was about to leave. Shirayuki stepped in front of a dark opening and felt a hand cover her mouth. The group of men saw this and rushed over in a panic but stopped when they saw she wasn't struggling. Shirayuki wasn't struggling for she knew who the hand belonged to. Obi stepped out from the darkness, his raven hair smushed down by his beige colored aviator (A/N When I see his hat I just picture an aviator without the goggles) and the lower half of his face hidden from a dull green colored scarf, mostly only revealing his golden catlike eyes.

"Shirayuki," Obi spoke in a lighthearted manner using her first name, "Aruji is worried about you," (A/N Haha sorry for so many interruptions! Aruji translates to master and represents Obi's loyalty to Zen) Obi's voice was muffled through his scarf. With that smirk on his face, Obi scooped her up-and she let out a little squeak-and raced over to the bolted window without stopping and somehow landed outside on the windowsill leaving the group of men behind.

As she clutched Obi's neck, Shirayuki could see the boys gaping at them as Obi jumped rooftops like it was nothing. But, what they didn't know was that Obi was an ex-assassin. To Shirayuki, Obi's past self didn't matter, it was who he was now that she counted on. "Thank you!" Shirayuki called over the rush of the wind.

"No problem Ojou-san! They didn't harm you?" She shook her head no and closed her eyes for the earth was rushing towards them at a speed that could kill. The moment Obi's feet touched the ground it was as if he never there. Shirayuki looked around for a familiar face to meet eyes with Zen's worried blue ones. Once again, he and Tamaki were surrounded by a crowd of girls who kept insisting Zen was a prince, latest rumor going around I guess. Zen didn't say they were right but he didn't object either.

When she turned to leave, maybe check out the infirmary, Zen jumped to his feet and rushed over. "Shirayuki! Where have you been?" The prince exclaimed. The chattering group of girls had quieted to listen in. With a embarrassed smile she rubbed the back of her neck and said,

"Well…I wandered and got lost. But Obi found me and brought me here!"

Zen's eyebrow twitched, "Obi, now where is that guy? I haven't seen him since we've came…" Shirayuki patted Zen on the arm reassuringly.

"At least you know he's watching over us, by the way, where's Mitsuhide and Kiki?" She asked.

"Ah they're doing their job; guarding. Truth be told I was only supposed to be going but I couldn't leave my friends behind now could I? I don't think they're that worried, Mitsuhide is patrolling the school while Kiki the grounds, and Obi is in the air." Zen replied.

"Oh," She nodded thoughtfully. "Do you know if there's anyplace we can put our bags till it's time to leave? We probably should've stopped at the hotel on our way here." She spoke addressing Tamaki

Tamaki's brows furrowed and he stopped at a corner, "You're not staying in the dorms? It'd be cheaper to,"

"An old friend runs the business so we pulled a favor," Zen answered.

"Ah." As they stood there for a few moments he asked, "Say, I know you're the Prince," Tamaki said while pointing to Zen, "But are you his fiancé or something?" Shirayuki was asked.

A smile tugged a the edges of her lips and she answered, "Or something."