Well, since my naruto fanfic has had no reviews I recently had an idea for a Host Club fanfiction. Chances are I'll be making this up as I go along. Well, enjoy.

The Letter

"Namine Marie Antoinette Ashcroft! Get down here!" her mother yelled from the kitchen.

The young American teen quickly came down the stairs. "Yes, ma'am?" she asked a little annoyed a hint of british in her accent. Her mother merely handed her an envelope and smiled sweetly before continuing her cooking for tonight's stew. One look at the address made her groan. "Oh, great. What does Mister Wonderful want now?" she asked plopping herself on the couch to read the letter.

Nami glared and crumpled the letter before throwing it away. "I'm not going!" she yelled before starting towards the stairs.

Her mother frowned. "I'm sorry, honey. But your brothers…"

Nami cut her off. "NO! I am NOT inheriting. HE has three so precious boys who can take his title. I'm not doing crap!" I said trying desperately to watch my tongue.

Her mom sighed. "I know it seemed like he didn't care, honey, but he really does want the best for you and your brothers have their own minds made up. I'm afraid you'll have to go catch a flight to England bright and early tomorrow. Go pack your things," she said in a too sweet voice.

Nami scowled before stomping to her room to throw everything she would need in a suitcase. It wasn't fair. She was the youngest AND the only girl. Why did she have to inherit her father's stupid position? She wanted nothing more than to stay here in America and live like a normal sixteen year old. She made that choice when her parents split up. "UGH! Damn him." She cursed under her breath.

She sighed. Why did he care all of a sudden? He never cared before. All that matter was his title and his precious heirs. She smirked then. I guess he cared about them too much considering he actually let them escape this fate, unfortunately for her. She shuddered at the thought of the prissy etiquette and finishing schools she had to attend before back in England. "Man, this sucks. All those stupid maids, and the dresses, and those fancy parties with the over priced crappy food. I want to stay here!" she complained loudly. Within the hour she had fallen asleep to her mumblings of her pity party only to be awoken at four in the morning.

"Go away," she muttered when someone shook her shoulder. But it didn't stop and she tiredly opened and eye half way to see her mom trying o wake her up. "What?" she whined.

"Come on, Namine, it's time to get up. You have a flight to catch." Her mother mused softly before grabbing Nami's suitcase along with another bag full of stuff her mother thought she would need.

Nami sighed and quickly changed into a black tank top, baggy dark blue jeans, and some tennis shoes before lazily walking into the car.

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Nami reluctantly left the plane after her incredibly long flight. She immediately turned on her cell phone to call her mom and check in with her. For someone who could so easily let her daughter go off to England to her jerk of a father, she certainly did worry a lot. "Mhm, yes, mom, I'm there….. No, I just got off…. Ok…. Yeah, love you, too…. Ok, bye," she said before hanging up. She went straight away to get her luggage and saw the limo driver with her name written on it.

Nami sighed and dragged her luggage over to him. "Hello, Eric," she said dully.

He smiled brightly. "Good evening, Miss Namine. It's so good to have you with us again. Your father can't wait to see you," he said leading her to the white limo.

She only nodded absentmindedly. 'Sure he couldn't. After disowning me and Mom, I'm sure he's just dying to have me there again,' she thought to herself as she climbed into the backseat. It didn't even take an hour to get to the manor.

Eric opened the door for her and she slowly got out and took a deep breath as she glared at the place. Memories of when she was younger flooded to meet her as she stomped inside to go find her dad so she could yell at him. As usual, he was in his "secret study".

He swiveled in his chair to face her when he heard the door open. "Ah, here already? I suppose you just couldn't wait to see your father could you?" he said with a smile.

She kept her glare. "Oh, shut up, you chauvinistic pig! I had no choice but to come here, remember!? Seriously, did the fact that you disowned both me and Mom when we left slip your memory? So, tell me, what happened to your oh so precious sons!? Did they catch some sense and get out while they still could?!" She snapped at him, releasing five years of pent up anger.

He didn't look away. "I see you cut your hair," he said quietly looking at my pixie cut, dark brown hair.

"Don't change the subject!" She snapped again.

He held a stern face. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but your mother agrees that this is for the best," he stated trying to retain his authority.

"Psh, please. If you think you're sending me back to those stupid prepatory schools you're out of your mind. No way am I going back to that prissy crap and all those stupid ugly dresses and make up," she yelled.

He narrowed his eyes. "Go to your room, Mary-Anne," he said coldly.

She glared at the old nickname. "Fine," she said storming out of the office to what used to be her old room. She fell onto the huge yellow canopy and sighed into the pillows. She felt her cell phone buzz and looked at the caller ID with a smile. It was Haruhi. It brought back one of the few good memories she had. She remembered going to Japan every year to visit her grandparents during the summer and seeing the fireworks. She actually met Haruhi there the last time she went and were pen-pals since.

"Hey, Haruhi," she said switching to Japanese. "So, what's up?" she started before going into the news of having to live with her dad now. She could honestly say Haruhi was one of her best friends despite the distance. She was always there to listen. "Anyways, that's enough of my crap. So how's the Host Club? You never talk about it…. Yes you do avoid talking about it… Pleeeeeaaaasssee?" she begged wanting so badly to know what occupied so much of Haruhi's time. "Oh, wow! Really? I didn't know all THAT happened! He, it sounds really fun. You're so lucky. Oh wait someone's knocking on my door… Huh? Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll talk to you later….. Ok, bye," she said hanging up the phone as her father walked in.

"Who was that?" he asked.

She glared at him. "Haruhi Fujioka," she stated. "She's my pen-pal from Japan." She noticed a gleam catch in his eye.

"Ah, good. I just got off the phone with your grandmother, by the way. Since you're being so stubborn about your situation, she has offered to take you in and have you finish school there," he said tossing a school brochure on the bed. "Starting next week you will be attending Ouran Academy," he sad turning to leave. "Oh, and I wouldn't get too comfortable. You will be leaving for Japan in two days," he stated coldly.

She shrugged and pretended not to care even though she was happy that not only would she not have to put up with him but she would get to go to school with Haruhi. "Whatever, Charles," she said bitterly using his first name with a slight smirk. He stiffened but continued to walk out of the room without a second glance. She sighed. 'Well, wasn't this fun,' she thought sarcastically.

Yes, I know the beginning's a little rushed. Well, not a whole lot to say about this story. Just a random thought inspiration. Review, review, review! PLEASE!