small authors note : This story is probably five years late to the game, but better late than never. I hope that with this story completed in the future, my ideas for this anime can be put to rest. Please review and like this story, because I would greatly appreciate tips to improve my writing, even if its to satisfy my weird ideas. This story has migrated from Wattpad, so many people will never come across this, but if you are reading this, thank you all the same. now, read on! : -citrus

All that I knew, since the day I was born, was that life, no matter how much hope one posessed, was unfair. Being the youngest out of three beautiful and talented sisters, certainly did not soothe my indignant heart.

My sisters had all set out with many accomplishments, one was a singer with many awards, another was a famous musician, able to compose many revered solo pieces. The third was a record dancer, performing in the Russain, English and many more ballet troupes aroind the world. What was I, the youngest out of the Ishikawa family? An artist specialising in the digital, traditional and animation fields. One thing separated me from my three sisters, even though we were all monumental figures in the arts scene. I was tasked with taking over the family businesses.

Ishikawa Holdings was a massive conglomerate of well known animation studios around the world as well as several theater shareholders. With a extensive reach of connections and a net worth with more zeros than one would expect, I wasn't prepared when I was informed one day to inherit this overpowering task.

So began my life of business management courses, undertaking large projects for the company as well as networking from a young age. Enrolling into Ouran Academy at sixteen was also part of the plan. To network and to learn more about the upperclass world that I resided in.

I was not prepared however, when my father invited me into his office. The only other time he had personally emailed me to see him was when he had grudgingly signed a contract to relinquish his legacy to me once I grew of age. That was not before I had undergone a hellish year of training and tests, wearing me down to the bone.

I stepped up to the expensive rosewood doors to his office, slim shoulders caving in. I hesitantly pushed the doors open, catching sight of the lone figure at the desk, framed by the sun's dying light. With a ram rod back and worn out features illuminated by soft yellow lamps, my father stared back at me with a grin in his eye. An expectant gaze. My heart quickened considerably.

"Hana, do you know why I've called you into the office today?"

I frowned slightly, "I've emailed the updates on the latest anime's expenses to you. Ishikawa studios has been relatively stable in their publicity online as well." My father smiled, satisfied. "I'm glad to hear that." My tense shoulders did not relax. I sensed a 'but'. "But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about," he says. "I've recently decided for you to have a miai with a prospective partner."

I froze. A miai, was an engagement over a period of time to consider a future marital partner. Traditional Japanese customs that had weaseled their way into the life of the upperclass elites. Marriage was another form of insurance, a risky gamble to ensure stability between the two companies.

I fixed my eyes on the setting sun in the large French window behind my father. Pressing down the cry of protest inside. The bright light seemed to be inhibited by the dark gloom our conversation had taken on.

I maintained my composure, tilting my head, "May I ask, who is it?" My father flashed a smug grin, "I've managed to have a fruitful conversation with the Ootori family head. He's agreed to take part in this miai. You will be formally meeting the boy a few months after your school term starts. You have three months to prepare. We will settle on a later date."

My curiosity was aroused, as I leant forward, nails digging into my clenched palms. "His name?" My father sent a dismissive glance, "Kyoya Ootori, the third son. The Ootori family head might be his role one day. Now please. Leave my office, I have some matter to settle that require privacy."

I stiffly got up, bowing and leaving silently. The cold gust of air that shut the door matched my mind. I stonily made my way back to my personal art studio. My shoes noiselessly pounding against the tiles as I strode away. All I knew, since the day after my sixteenth birthday, was that I was in a miai with Kyoya Ootori, who I had never met. Life indeed, was unfair.