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Coincidence or fate?

Claudia

The ship pulled into port, where a black Rolls Royce awaited my family. I twisted my parasol irritated. The Hitachiin family waited. I could see the ginger heads of the two sons, twins. I began to spin the parasol even faster. Oh how they angered me! I could just see the Cheshire grins spread over their faces. Also standing at the port waiting was a man named Hans Gorand. My…..fiancée. The man was a walking nightmare. Sweaty and over thirty-five, my so called future husband was undesirable number one, even to the Hitachiin twins. The twins though nothing personal against them were an enigma to me. They went out of their way during former visits to make my life a misery, and like I said I don't hate them they just piss me off! Not a ladylike thing to say is it? It's true though, and my arranged marriage with the German sweat sock isn't their fault so that makes my anger at them a little less fierce. They had sent a message to my family though asking if I would be interested in seeing a new sight instead of just the endless ocean. Which I saw a lot of since my father was the owner and captain of a cruise liner. They had sent a school transfer form for Ouran Academy. I had been truly tired of the ocean, but it had been the only refuge from Hans.

At first Hans had no idea of my coming to Japan, then Mother being the caring parent she is thought I would be lonely without at least someone familiar to talk to. I suppose she forgot that I've known the twins since I was four! Ship hands grabbed my bags for me, and I turned to hug my father.

"Be safe dear, are you sure you want this?" he whispered to me urgently. The only reason I was marrying Hans was for mother's stock company and Han's to merge. I shrugged in the hug.

"I thought I was, but ever since mother called, I haven't been sure." He pulled back slightly knowing my anxiety.

"You can always change your mind." He said firmly, but mother batted him away with her fan.

"Don't be stupid Richard," she sniffed indignantly, and came to hug me herself. "Do not forget your place Claudia!" she hissed fiercely. "If you mess this up I'll disown you faster than an Olympic runner can finish a hundred meter!" she kissed me lightly on the cheek and slapped on a fake smile.

"Now have a wonderful time dear, and don't forget to write!" I smiled back coldly, my mother one way or another got her way. I turned and walked down the ramp. Hans stood at the foot, and smiled oily at me.

"My dear Claudia, what an honor it is to finally see you after all this time! He took my hand and attempted to kiss it, but only left a layer of slobber across my skin.

"Wonderful, yes of course." I smiled wryly at him, but he was quickly bumped aside, and a cheery face was pushed close to my face. Sometimes I was able to tell the twins apart, today was one of those days.

"Hikaru," I smiled genuinely happy to have Hans face away. "It's great to see you!" he laughed at this, and took my hand leading me to Kaoru the other twin. Hans close behind called for me. Sighing miserably I was turning when suddenly I was rushed into the waiting Rolls Royce. The door slammed closed and sped away from the port. Ok completely confused now, I turned and faced the twins sitting opposite me.

"What was that?" I asked dazed. They looked at each other silently communicating.

"Listen," Hikaru began, "we know how bad it is. Obviously you don't want to marry this sweaty guy, and we're the only ones allowed to make your life a misery." Kaoru nodded and continued.

"Yeah, you know we don't mean any of it, but your mother is pretty intent on this isn't she." It wasn't a question, they knew from letters. Hans was a friend of their father's. I nodded sullenly.

"What if we could get your mother to let you marry another guy? One of your choice, but also high in standard. With your shock of red hair it shouldn't be a prob." Hikaru waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah," Kaoru stated, "and Japanese men go crazy for green eyes, your petite figure is perfect to." I shook my head trying to get this right.

"So," I said, "let me get this straight, you're going to try to find me another guy, that has as high a standing as Hans, but is probably younger, and more agreeable for myself right?" they both nodded.

"But wait, how am I going to convince my mother to let me marry someone else, and how the hell am I going to find another suitor in six months?" The Cheshire grin began to spread across their faces.

"Well," they said at the same time, "at Ouran Academy have a fine selection of young men." Hikaru leaned forward.

"Why else would we suddenly write when your wedding is only nine months away?"

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Iris

AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUHHHH! I couldn't take it anymore! Sexual harassment by that stupid acting club, and constant badgering from other students, UGH WHY! I stamped my way up the grand staircase to my Mother's office. Knocked softly, trying my best to keep the fumes back.

"Come in." A firm voice called. I walked in, and stood at attention.

"Iris dear, pent up anger sets you face red, you know how unattractive that is." She said this jokingly, and motioned for me to sit. I pushed my skirt under me and sat in the leather library chair.

"Now what's got you so on edge?" I sunk into the seat hesitating. I don't think I mentioned this, but I'm kind of a weak person. Mind no, strong as hell, but body and personality. Well it's easy to say that as of right now I haven't found out what it is yet. I looked down at my shoes my long black hair falling in my face.

"Iris, dear you can tell me." I looked up, royal blue eyes meeting my mother's brown, she said I was just like my father, eyes and all.

"Um I… oh I can't take anymore!" I stood up quickly and ran to the front of her desk slamming my hands down.

"Please transfer me mother, I can't go to St. Robelia's anymore, please!" She looked up at me slightly shocked by such an outburst.

"Is it truly that awful my dear?" I nodded feverishly, and she nodded in return.

"Very well, but the only other school with a worthy education is Ouran, and it's coed, are you alright with that?'

"Yes, mother that's perfect! As long as it's away from St Robelia." She nodded again and picked up her cell phone. I sighed in relief and went to the door.

"Iris," I turned back quietly. "the Nekozawa family left you a gift for your services." I smiled and nodded. I left the room and went back down the stairs. My mother was the owner of a series of highly expensive, but wonderful restaurants known all over the world. We moved to Japan when I was six. The air seemed to help my father with his sickness for a while, but all good things must come to an end. My father had been sent back to the states after his death to be buried with the rest of his family. Sometimes I felt like I missed him, but I could never really remember him, all I remembered was that he was extremely tall, and that the Nekozawa family had been his business partners.

They've been leaving me gifts since he died, every year on the anniversary. The box sat on the dining room table jiggling back and forth. I lifted the holed lid, and was welcomed by a small mewl. A small ginger kitten looked up at me fondly. A note was under its little rump.

Iris,

Welcome to Ouran.

That was all it said.

"Huh?"

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Attia

"Attia, come away from the window child." My Uncle Ulrich sipped called sipping his sake appreciatively, his German accent coming heavy over his choppy Japanese.

"Otori-san, vat fine sake you carry ya?" Mr. Otori, head of the Otori Medical company smiled.

"Of course friend, only the finest for my grouping partner." Sitting farther back was a young man around my age writing what looked like financial accounts. His name was Kyoya, the youngest son of Mr. Otori. Such a difference between us. Myself German with my brown hair and high cheek-bones, and his hair black, and eyes a dark brown whilst mine were almost yellow. Though my Japanese wasn't perfect I spoke it fluently and far better than my uncle.

"Attia, did you hear me child?" I looked over to him as he spoke directly to me in German.

"Isn't it wonderful leibchan, you are going to be going to the Ouran Academy from now on." I smiled and nodded at my uncle's drunken smile. Mr. Otori turned in his seat to face his son.

"Kyoya, you are to be her tour guide."

"Of course father." He said distractedly.

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AAAAHHHHH! I LOVE OURAN SO MUCH! I JUST STARTED READING THE MANGA AGAIN! I got all obsessed like do and started writing. REVIEW!XD