A/N: Okay! So I'm kinda at a writer's block for my Katie story. But this is an idea I had. It's based off a Facebook group that I'm admin of. Rather, it's based off the group as it used to be at the beginning before certain members caused a lot of drama. ANYWAY. Some things you need to know: 1. There are a couple of OCs, but the only reason they're in there is because a. I had created her as a promo for a book I was writing. Only after I hit MAJOR writer's block and the book went nowhere after fourteen chapters did I start using her for roleplay. She's in the group as an admin because my friend- a Kyoya Otori roleplayer- added me because he needed help dealing with the insanities of some of the members *cough cough* Jake *cough cough*but I didn't help at all. I only added to the crackness. The other one is just... without her, the group wouldn't be the same. 2. The spellings I uses (e.g. Kyouya Ootori rather than Kyoya Otori or Ohtori) are the way the members spell it. 3. This has more than just Ouran and Kuroshitsuji in it. It also has Fruits Basket, Durarara!, Naruto, etc. I only tagged those two because the two main admins are Kyoya Otori and Sebastian Michaelis. 4. Most of you will kill me for this (if you have a problem, go to Facebook, find United States of MOCH, and take it up with the admins) but Momiji Sohma's story is slightly different. It doesn't keep with the anime or manga, but this is something we decided one day when he started calling me "Mama" out of character, so we decided that my character is Momiji's mama and his father is unknown. 5. Hikaru and Kaoru are a bit OOC, but that's just how my friends Jake and Tyler portray them. It fits in with the mass-orgy-crack-house-ness of the group. So tell me what you think and I'll shut up now. Kay bai.

The young man stared up at the large mansion. He'd finally got rid of those fools at his high school. He'd turned down his father's offer to take over the family business, after buying it out of debt with his own money. He had something bigger and better in mind, a fool-proof way to make money. After all, it had worked in high school. He was certain it would work in the real world. At the end of his second year at the academy, he'd tested it out by inviting the public into his... ehem... humble... club. He'd entertained the businessmen with his vast knowledge while the others had entertained the wives with their charm and good looks. Of course, this man wasn't necessarily hideous, he had fangirls of his own, one of which being quite a bit more lively and insane and far less calm than his other fans. He simply prided himself on his brains and the keen senses he had.

So here he was in the country side of London, England, at a large estate to meet an old friend from another life, but that fact in itself is a story for a different day. The mansion was beautiful, he made a note of that. He knew the mansion's owner to be something of the supernatural world. As far as he knew, there were currently only two residents in the large estate: the master and his butler. All of the other servants had died some two hundred years ago. Even then, there were only four. The maid, the chef, the gardener, and the steward. His research showed that they weren't very good at their jobs. The maid was a bit clumsy and was rather infatuated with the butler. The chef was obsessed with pyrotechnics, resulting in all of the meals, and much of the kitchen, being burned to a crisp- the butler did most of the cooking. The gardener had too much strength to handle. He harmed most of what he touched. Don't even get me started on the steward's stamina levels. He was quite useless.

Knowing he couldn't put it off for much longer, the young man stepped up to the door, his luggage in tow. As he raised his hand to knock, the door was opened.

"Ah, so you've arrived."

The man who opened the door, the butler, was tall, pale, very handsome with black hair that perfectly framed his face and red eyes the bore into the soul. His voice was unlike any other. Deep. Rich. Velvety.

"I assume you got my message, Mr. Michaelis."

"But of course. We've been expecting you, old friend."

"Save the sentiments for later. There are many things to discuss."

Mr. Michaelis smirked at his acquaintence. "As you wish."

And so The Shadow King, Kyoya Ootori, entered the Phantomhive Estate.

A/N: Dun dun duuuuunnnn! What does Kyouya have planned? O_o And exactly how does he know Sebastian Michaelis? All this and more will be revealed next episode! Er... Next...CHAPTER.