Prologue: A Brilliant Plan

The girl sighed as a lovely, inviting melody filled the room. Ami sat on the floor, listening to the music grow louder. Not too far away was a grand piano, the source of the tune. A fourteen year old boy sat on the stool, losing himself in the piece that he played. In the bed nearby lay his frail mother.

This was who the boy was really playing for. His mother loved to hear him play the piano. Ami, who was now leaning against the wall, shared this love with the older woman. Her dark eyes sparkled when her friend turned to face his mother. It was so sweet, the way mother and child cared for each other.

Ami, suddenly feeling as if she was trespassing on their time together, quietly exited the room. She made her way to a bush covered in scarlet roses. Carefully she bent over, smelling one of the sweet flowers. If not for the approaching footsteps, she would have stayed in this position much longer. A smile spread across her face as she looked into the bright, violet eyes of her friend.

"Oh, Tamaki! You startled me." Ami blinked in surprise.

Tamaki, the blond child, returned her smile. "I'm sorry, Ami." Though he looked happy, his eyes betrayed his cheerfulness.

"Is something wrong?" Tilting her head to one side, Ami made her way toward Tamaki.

"It's just...Mother still hasn't recovered. I was hoping by today she would be..." His voice trailed off.

Ami frowned slightly, placing one hand on Tamaki's shoulder. "Don't worry, Tamaki. I'm sure she'll get better soon! After all, they say music soothes the soul. I bet your piano will help her feel better in no time."

Tamaki looked into Ami's grey eyes. "You really think so?"

Ami nodded vigorously. "You bet!"

At this, Tamaki's eyes sparkled. He did a little twirl and began hopping up and down. "I can't wait! After she's better, all three of us will be able to spend so much time together, Mon Ami!"

Ami laughed softly as his tone of voice grew very high. She sighed, and both children knew it was time for her to head home. They waved goodbye, and Ami watched Tamaki head back inside his house. He really does care for his mother, doesn't he? she thought as she made her way to a limo, her ride home.

It wasn't like she was just figuring this out, though. After all, she had known Tamaki for thirteen of his fourteen years. Their fathers had been friends for awhile, resulting in Tamaki and Ami's friendship. Since Tamaki spent so much time with his mother, they didn't get to see each other as much as Ami would have liked. Still, they were pretty close friends.

The next morning Ami awoke, hoping that she would be able to spend another day with Tamaki. The thirteen year old skipped down the stairs toward the phone. She was stopped by a black-haired butler. "Miss Ami, you wish to call Tamaki." It was a statement, not a question.

Ami nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, Miss Ami...but you will have to wait for a few days. His grandmother, I've been told, has recently flown in from Japan. He will be occupied with her visit." The butler tousled Ami's red hair, then walked away.

The days dragged on slowly for Ami. Was it that she wanted to see her friend that much? He was, after all, her closest friend in Paris. She was ecstatic on that fourth day, when she could finally call Tamaki. Ami waited in anticipation as the phone rang, the voice on the other end shocking her.

"Hello?" The deep, elderly voice of a woman asked.

"I-is Tamaki available?" Ami asked politely. Her voice was suddenly softer, the stutter from her earlier childhood making a rare appearance.

"No, he is not. Do not call Tamaki again, and do not expect to see him any time soon. He will be leaving for Japan this afternoon." With that, their conversation was over.

Ami delicately placed the phone back in its receiver. She would never see Tamaki again? No, it couldn't be! After talking to her father, though, she found out that this was true. Tamaki was indeed going to Japan with his grandmother. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to her...

She was encouraged by a thought that rushed to her mind. Ami ran from her room to the dining hall, where her father sat with a guest. "Daddy!" Ami yelled as loud as she could.

Her father looked from his company to her. "I'm sorry, Monsieur Ootori...my daughter must not have known I was busy today."

The dark-haired visitor shook his head, pushing up his glasses. "It's quite alright. Some children can be...troublesome."

Ami made a disgusted face when no one was looking. For some reason, she didn't like this stranger. Ignoring the fact that her father was otherwise occupied, she dashed straight toward him. "Daddy...my great-grandfather was from Japan, right?"

Obviously stunned, it took a moment for her father to answer. That was one question he had not been expecting. "Yes, Ami, dear. He was. Now, would you please go play in the other room? Daddy has business to take care of."

"Does that mean that we have other family in Japan?" Ami looked at her father with hope in her eyes.

"Yes, Ami, we do. We haven't spoken to them in awhile, though."

Satisfied with this, Ami left her father and his guest in peace. She entered one of the lounges, flopping herself on a velvet couch. For some time she mulled over the facts she had just learned. Finally she came up with a brilliant plan. Ami thought it was quite spectacular, at the very least. "Aha! I've got it!"

One of the maids, who had been cleaning the lounge, walked over to Ami. "Child, what have you gotten?"

Ami looked at the maid with a grin. "Of course, Daddy won't let me go now...I've practically just started middle school. When I'm in high school, though, it will all be different." The maid responded with a confused stare.

"Don't you see, Miss White? Fine...I'll stop yelling if you put that candlestick down." Ami waited a moment, and then continued in a quieter voice. "When I'm in high school, I'll go to live with my family in Japan. I'll find Tamaki, and make him regret just leaving like that! It's perfect!"

Miss White chuckled. She thought that Ami was a silly thirteen year old, who would soon give up on this plan of hers. However, the old maid would one day be proven very wrong.

Important: I DO NOT own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of its characters.
I DO NOT own Miss White, or anything from Clue.
I only own Ami, Charles (the butler), and Ami's father.

The prologue of my fanfiction! :)
This is my first Ouran fanfic, so please don't judge too harshly. ^-^;

Any reviews are appreciated and loved!
Feel free to message me if you have any comments or constructive crits. (:

Also, I am working on some fan-art of Tamaki and Ami...
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Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of my story!

peace&love&anime,
Jezzy Williams