A/N I don't own Ouran nor do I make any profit from it

Chapter 1 - A Controlled Life


"You are to attend Ouran Academy's High School, Sara."

The young lady raised her head slowly, her white ringlets hiding her delicately beautiful face, "So soon after my parents were murdered? Uncle, you are heartless."

Her uncle, Lord Yuichi Awayuki, a powerful aristocrat and business man, was now in charge of his young niece after the mysterious murder of her parents, Hannah and Soichiro, the last Lord and Lady Awayuki, "You are aristocracy, young one, and you must discard your grief. Ouran Academy is a political school where you can meet other powerful young men and women. Make connections and relationships."

"But, Uncle, I have been homeschooled since I was very young. Is my education here not satisfactory enough? I have no idea how to act at school," Sara whined, her big, dark blue eyes shining with panic.

"Nonsense, it will come naturally to you my dear," Yuichi dismissed.

"What if I refuse," Sara asked calmly.

"You can't," Yuichi replied, "I have already sorted your papers out and you will be transferring into the High School tomorrow. Prepare yourself for travelling. I have prepared you a house within the town and you can take a couple of your maids." he said with a sly smile. Sara gazed at her uncle with dismay before sighing heavily. Yuichi smirked and turned on his heel, walking out of her room. Sara stared at the spot where her uncle had stood.

"He's unbelievable," Sara whispered. She eventually turned her head to look out at the garden below.

"Sara-sama," she heard a voice say and Sara looked around at the lady who wore a dark blue maid's uniform and lacy apron and head band in her long blond hair, "I am here to help you prepare for your move."

Sara gracefully moved from her bay window and stood up slowly, "Are you coming with me, Hitomi?"

"I am, Sara-sama," she replied with a smile, "I am going to pack your things for you. Your uncle has said that the house is fully furbished and you only need to take a few personal possessions with your clothes."

"I see… my uncle has been known to not cut corners," Sara said quietly, "Why were the police here a few hours ago?"

"They said that your parents' case has been closed and put down to suicide by poison," Hitomi replied, "The poison was cyanide."

"Cyanide," Sara whispered, "How did they get their hands on that? Well… I don't believe it was suicide. My parents were not unstable and they enjoyed life and their businesses. Someone wanted them dead… how did you find this out, Hitomi?"

"I wasn't just hired for my serving skills, my lady," she said with a sly smile. Sara smiled slightly and Hitomi spoke after a while of silence, "Well, we should get ready for your trip."

"Yes… indeed…" Sara said distantly as her maid pulled her suitcase out from the large and antique armoire.


"Haruhi, you're late," Tamaki complained, his violet eyes shining with annoyance. Haruhi sighed, feeling completely exhausted from the day behind her, "Get changed into your kimono before the guests start arriving!"

He ran a hand through his tousled blond hair and flicked his front bangs dramatically. Haruhi, a young girl who was forced to dress as a boy and to serve as a host to pay back a large debt, narrowed her large brown eyes. She gazed around to see Kototsu tables littered around the room, "What's with the Kototsu tables?"

"I felt a more traditional turn would benefit our guests this time," Tamaki said dramatically, "Your commoner ways have inspired me!"

Haruhi shook her head with dismay, "Don't you like this, Haruhi, we thought a simpler twist to today's hosting would be most pleasing for our guests," a tall, dark haired boy said with stylish black rimmed glasses and grey eyes said as he noted something down in his notebook.

"So... you were in favour of this too, Kyoya-sempai," Haruhi asked.

"The guests will find it intriguing," Kyoya replied, "They haven't had anything like this before and we strive to give the guest new experiences."

Haruhi bit back a response as she looked down at the kimono which had been unceremoniously been thrust at her by Tamaki. It was a girl's kimono and it was pink with white flowers. Obviously, he wanted her to "pose as a girl". She smiled sardonically and turned to the back room to get changed.


As she adjusted her wig, which was not unlike the hairstyle she had modelled before she cut it off completely, and slid a pretty clip sakura into her hair, she turned to the door and opened to see her two twin classmates standing there with cheeky expressions on their handsome faces. The twins wore matching green, female kimonos. However, they also wore wigs of hip length hair, "Ah, so there's a underlying theme…" Haruhi's eye twitched slightly.

They both wrapped their arms around her and nuzzled her, "Haruhi, aren't you the cutest…"

"Hello, Hikaru, Hello, Kaoru," Haruhi said wearily albeit passively, "What is it?"

"Did you hear? We're getting a new student in our class tomorrow," Hikaru said.

"Are we? Why now," Haruhi asked with surprise.

"We haven't done any back ground checks as we'll leave that to Kyoya-sempai," Kaoru said thoughtfully, "But it's a girl and she's from the powerful Awayuki family. She's from the aristocracy and her parents are successful business people. Her family is well known in our social circles."

"Ah, so she's another rich snob," Haruhi muttered, "So… she's a princess," she asked directly.

"You could say that as her parents have titles," Hikaru replied.

"So, why are you telling me this, you guys," Haruhi asked.

"Well, our parents found about this transfer and told us to make friends with her when she arrives for political reasons," Hikaru said and he saw the disapproving look in Haruhi's eyes.

"Don't you think that's wrong… just making friends with the poor girl so that you and your family have connections," Haruhi asked, "But I supposed that's what everyone does here, isn't it? I doubt that any of the relationships here are genuine."

"That's not true, Haruhi," Kaoru said, feigning shock, "We're all friends with you and don't have any motives behind it! We all love you."

"Be that as it may," Haruhi said, "Kyoya-sempai once told me that everyone in the Host Club is in it to benefit themselves."

Before the twins could answer, Tamaki stormed dramatically towards them, "Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi, get over here! The guests are arriving. Pick a table and get hosting."

"Yeah, boss, we're coming," the twins said at the same time. Haruhi followed her twin friends towards the guests who flooded into the abandoned music room.


The next day, Sara adjusted the stiff high collar on her uniform. She gazed at her reflection and wrinkled her nose in disgust. It wasn't the nicest uniform she had ever laid eyes upon. Even the commoner high school uniforms rivalled this. It was knee length yellow dress with stiff white cuffs and collar with a pink bow detail. It also had puff sleeves. It was made out of a silky material which felt nice under her finger tips. The dress wasn't as bad as she thought the longer she stared at it but it wasn't the best.

Hitomi brushed out her hip length white curls and partially gathered them back with a pink ribbon, "Are you nervous about attending school, Sara-sama?"

"A little," Sara replied, "No, scratch that, I'm very nervous. Why is my uncle doing this? I haven't had any time to grieve yet I am being expected to go to some school where I know nobody. All my life, I've been expected to be the perfect porcelain doll and perfect daughter. I hope that I don't mess this up."

"You are your parents' daughter," Hitomi said as she handed Sara her school briefcase, "You are elegant and well educated. You share your mother's beauty. You're bilingual too, speaking English as well as Japanese."

"That's only because my mother was British," Sara replied, "If I had my way, I wouldn't have learnt it. It's so hard… silent letters and funny spellings and sounds… it muddled me up when I was a child."

"English is the language of commerce and business… why do you think business men and women all over the world learn it? If you wish to take over your parent's businesses, you will have to deal with your mother's clients and employees in Britain, who will not speak Japanese. You're an accomplished lady, Sara-sama. Think of it like that," Hitomi replied with a bright smile.

"You're not just a pretty face, are you, Hitomi," Sara said as she picked up her notebook and pen and placed them in her school case.

"No, I suppose not," Hitomi replied with a small smile, "Well, the limousine is waiting for you," she said as she looked out the window. Sara had travelled from the manor in the mountains to the large and luxurious town house her uncle had prepared for her during the night before and had barely any sleep. It took a lot of cajoling from Hitomi to wake her up. Sara yawned and walked over to the window, seeing the sleek black limousine which was to take her to school.

"Well, I had better go," Sara said as she smiled at her maid. She turned towards the door before stopped as she reached the door. Hitomi heard a sniff coming from the young girl.

"Sara-sama, I'll contact the school and your uncle if you wish me to," Hitomi said, "You're obviously not in the right frame of mind yet. You have just had to deal with police enquiries and the grief you must be baring must be incredible. You were even a suspect at one point until we could provide the police with a suitable alibi."

Sara looked up and wiped her tears from her eyes, "No, I must go to school. I cannot disappoint my family…. Well… what's left of it anyway…"

Hitomi sighed deeply and nodded, "If that's your wish, then by all means… go to school. I advise you not to cry at school. That school is a political minefield. Don't let them see your weaknesses."

"How do you know," Sara asked as she wiped the remaining tears away from her sapphire eyes. Hitomi's cheeks reddened and she squirmed under Sara's gaze, "Well?"

"I attended Ouran Academy too when I was younger," Hitomi replied, "Remember, I am from a rich family too."

"You never said," Sara replied, "I knew that you were from a good family but you didn't say that you went to such an elitist school."

"Well, it was a long time ago now," Hitomi said as she straightened her apron, "Well, go to school, Sara-sama, enjoy your first day. You never know, you might make friends."

Sara looked at her maid with tired eyes and she shook her head, "I'll see this afternoon."


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