A/N:

This is a piece that I started thinking abt a loooonnggg time ago. Hope you enjoy... comment and let me know what you think, I'm desperate for interaction. And I don't own anything, let alone OHSHC. God, I wish.

~CPsyche~

I have lived my entire life completely and acutely aware of my own privilege. I was born into a life of gilded plates and million-dollar jewels, summering in Europe and full time nannies. My family is on first name basis with every major politician of the Liberal Democratic Party; we have invited their most prominent members to dinner. I have never wanted for anything, and I have hated every second of the sixteen years of my life. The very sound of my own name makes me sick. I don't think that most people understand what it's like to live like I have, and not in an adolescent, oh you'll never understand me mom! type way. It's absolute Hell. It's a living nightmare to exist on a plane where you don't know what's real and what's not, where everyone is fake to you, where you'll never be able to separate yourself from your family name, from the money that created you. No parallels exist.

My family is rich. These are the facts: We are one of the oldest money old-money conglomerates, certainly in Japan, possibly in the world. This is the reason why people look at me when I go to parties, why their eyes follow me as I walk. I am the only child of the Inoue family, the heiress to the Inoue Group fortune. My father is old; my mother is old; they'll retire in a few decades. In other words, I'm a hot commodity. Parents want their sons to marry me.

These are the facts, and I've taken them and I accept them. At this point there isn't anything else for me to do. In all honesty, there's no out for me. What kind of escape would there be? Running away, starting a new life, living on the streets? That kind of thing was never an option for me, the one privilege I was born without. My family would track me down in an instant. I've always been a passive child. I can read people, I can understand them, but I've never felt the urge to have control over my surroundings. I guess the gene just skipped me.

And besides, the only thing that disgusts me more than the abject privilege I live in would be the rejection of that privilege. The kind of girls that exist as humanitarians, the dutiful Christian youth who spend their vacations going on mission trips. It's absolute bullshit. It's so completely fake. The wealthy should accept their wealth, embrace it, flaunt it, because it's going to be there whether or not we pretend it's there. Better to understand your place in society than feign kindliness, performing charities that everyone can see right through. This is why I am happy the way I am; this is why I accept my place in the world-because it would be worse otherwise. I have no business as a teen rebel.

I am Sakaki Inoue, the dutiful heiress to the Inoue Group fortune, a Renaissance daughter, a pianist, violinist, cellist, flutist, painter, smart, but not smarter than the man I'll wed. I used to play tennis; but I had to stop due to my weak constitution. I love nature. I love to read. These are the facts.

Father calls me into his office and tells me that next week I will be entering Ouran High School. For networking, he tells me. We both know what he means. There was an American guy, Charlie, whose family had a biomedical enterprise going, but then their stock crashed. He was so charming the few times that I had met him. It certainly would have been a good match. But obviously Father destroyed the papers after the fall, and his family didn't try to dispute it, which means that we get to start again. Ouran High School is a great place to start again, Father tells me. It's a beautiful school.