Authors Note: This was actually supposed to be a oneshot that I recently rediscovered in my Quizilla account. I read through it a bit and thought "Hey! This is pretty good!" And since I was kinda currently writing this other Ouran story, and was torn about choosing my OC's love interest, this is actually a life-saver!

Disclaimer! Ouran is not mine. Heck if it was mine, I would've ended the story differently. Anyways, all credit belongs to Bisco Hatori-sensei. Only thing here that's actually mine is the OC

I was walking to my so called "Father's" car that was parked in front of our house in broad daylight. And the reason I'm reacting like this is because it was a limo for crying out loud! It's too early and when the neighbors see, I'm gonna get an ear-full when I get home later.

You see, my mom and dad got divorced when I was 8 years old. People think that's a pretty young age but I'm telling you it's not, I was fully aware of the things my parents were doing and I knew what was right and wrong. My mom had really stuck to her values from when she was a child and even until now. My dad was a businessman that was steadily climbing his career ladder through many deals, some of which were shady and illegal. When my mom found this out... Let's just say that he stopped doing illegal stuff, but some deals were still pretty shady. One time, I was even used as a bargaining chip, it was a pretty funny experience and I met a friend there, but my mom didn't think so, and then they got divorced. They share my custody and I go to dad's place every summer.

Now, my dad's the CEO of Kinomoto Co., an electronics company. And this year, after reasoning out that my former school was outdated and below standards, he convinced my mom to let me study at this private school that she's never heard of. My dad says it's the best school in Japan but I think it's only because all of my dad's business partners' children are here. Once, again, I'm a tool for business. This should be fun.

I waved goodbye to my mom and finally got in. I looked out the window as the car started moving and the scenery started to change. I saw houses, people, and then turned to a direction I never bothered to go to in my life. I've never seen this part of town before... The houses and buildings were getting spaced farther apart as time passed; finally there was a wall, a really long wall, and a gate. The next thing I saw was breath-taking.

This must be it, my new school, Ouran Academy. The limo went in and stopped in front of the main doors and the chauffeur got out and opened my door for me. I thanked him and proceeded inside. My uniform, which I thought was weird, ugly but soft as silk, ceased to look repulsive. It blended in this atmosphere, classy.

I went to the main office and got my schedule, my small bag in hand. 2-A. I got a map from there as well. It was so huge that I figured it'd be too hard to figure out myself. Luckily, I saw someone about to go up the stairs. I quietly sprinted over to where he was.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Eh?" He said in a big and intimidating voice. I was surprised. I didn't know that classy schools like this had gangster-types.

"Ritsu-kun?" I asked as he turned around and faced me. His scary face is not one you'll easily forget.

"Ah! Mika-san!" So it was him. You see, when I was about seven years old, my dad was kinda handing me over to the Yakuza. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, but I think my Dad was saying something about me being a 'potential bride'. At the time, I didn't know what that meant but I was getting along with the house's young master, so it didn't matter. That young master was Ritsu Kasanoda.

I was relieved. I knew someone in this impossibly big school. "Ritsu-kun! I'm so glad to see you!" I gave him a hug. "Do you know where class 2-A is?"

Right now, I'm standing in front of the door to my class. I was starting to get cold feet. It's a good thing I met my homeroom teacher on the way here.

"Good morning class. Today, I'd like to introduce Kinomoto Mika-san." I smiled and gave a small wave.

"Ohayoo, I'm Kinomoto. Please look after me from now on." I bowed. The teacher told me to sit at the last row beside the window, so I did. I stared out the window when he started with the lesson.

"Hello Kinomoto-hime." I looked to my right. It was in between classes and we were waiting for the next subject teacher to arrive. There stood a tall blond with bright purple eyes looking at me enthusiastically. "Welcome to Ouran! How has your stay been so far?" He got onto one knee, took my left hand and kissed my knuckle. I laughed nervously and pulled my hand away.

"It's been quite pleasant, to say the least..." Umm... "...Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head to the side in thought. For a moment, he looked hurt, and then went into a corner of the room, hugging his knees. "What..."

"Ah, don't worry about him. He'll be fine." I averted my eyes from where the blond sat to where the voice came. My green eyes met gray ones behind a pair of glasses. He was tall, an inch or two shorter than the blond though. "I'm Ootori Kyouya, and the idiot in the corner is Suoh Tamaki." I snickered.

"Idiot?" I looked at 'Suoh', let out a small laugh and shook my head. I turned back to Ootori. I held out my hand to shake. "Nice to meet you Ootori-san, I'm-"

"Kinomoto Mika, daughter of Kinomoto Touya, CEO of Kinomoto Co." Ah, I almost forgot. I'm a tool for my dad's business. I actually thought Ootori-san wanted to be friends. Naturally, I pulled my hand back at the mention of my dad and the company, dismissing friendly thoughts towards him. He quirked a brow and wrote something in his notebook.

"I see. So you know about that huh." I turned away from him just as Suoh-san recovered from what seemed like a blow to his ego.

"Kinomoto-hime! I would like to invite you over to our club!" He practically screamed. I wondered why nobody else in the room seemed to mind.

"Ootori-san, is he always like this?"

Okay! Post Script!

First of all, I'm sticking to the Japanese way of addressing people, surname first. And since Mika is trying to be polite, as much as possible, I'm making her call people by their surnames.

Next is, the classes. In Japan, it's the teachers who go from room to room, bringing along their teaching materials. I know that's not how it works for most western countries, but here in the east, it's pretty much how it goes. Just wanted to make that clear.

Lastly, please tell me... Is it too short? I dunno, I was kinda going over it again and again trying to make it longer but ended up cutting out stuff that wasn't really necessary. I'd really appreciate comments. :)

Honorifics! "-hime" means princess, "-san" is respectful, kinda like Miss, Mister, Missus. Yeah... More honorifics in the future. :3