Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not Ouran, and not "Millionaire's First Love", which this fanfic is based on.

Let me mention a few things: First, names are put in US order, so its first name first, last name last, even though I know it's suppose to be the other way around. Secondly, all names are made up except for Kyouya and Haruhi and any other original characters from Ouran. Thirdly, I still don't understand the –sama, -sensi, etc, very well, so the names will begin with Mr./Mrs./etc. Please bear with me through all of this. Thanks a lot. :)

No, there will not be a summary in my disclaimer, because that just give out everything and you, dear reader, will not continue reading. Enjoy:)

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It had been a long day for Kyouya Ootori. Several business meeting and high school could tire a guy out-no matter how made for it they were. It was known that Kyouya was the Ootori heir. His old man had died a few months ago, but being the man that Kyouya was, he couldn't shed a tear. Neither of them had ever developed "love" for each other. It was a common respect, a mutual feeling. A deal, if you could call it that. Kyouya and his father had simply respected each other.

The will his father had left for him included a nice, chunky amount of money. Kyouya could sit on his ass and never work again. His grandkids would still be some of the richest people in Japan. There was one thing bugging Kyouya about this. For every meeting he had attended, his personal lawyer (also inherited from his father) had told him there was urgent news. But Kyouya had put his meeting ahead. Meetings with those old but important men were the key way to his own fortune, not the one inherited from his father.

He had finally settled down when the lawyer, Mr. Kumito, came in again.

"There is an urgent matter to discuss." He said.

"What is so urgent that you must disturb me? Do you now know that I had a long day?" A tired Kyouya was never a happy Kyouya. He continued shouting, "Do you wish to be fired? I am a busy man. I am a rich man. I have all that I could want. What more could be urgent enough to disrupt that?"

The lawyer's next two words proved that there was something urgent enough to disrupt that.

"The will."

Kyouya's emotionless face showed the slightest bit of shock, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. The lawyer continued.

"As you know, the will states that you receive everything. The money, the business, everything. Everything and anything that ever belonged to him. However, it will not be given to you until you finish your high school at Hamata, a small town a few hundred miles away. If you do not graduate from Hamata High, everything will be donated to charity-his everything and your everything. You will only recieve 1 of everything you and him have worked together for."

Kyouya cringed at the end of the explanation. His father was still in control-and he's dead! DEAD! If he didn't graduate, he would lose everything that he, himself, had worked for. Screw his father's will. It's not like anybody could actually do anything to his money. Why worry?

"No. I will not go. Now I'm sure you can show yourself out."

"Kyouya, listen to me. The will states that you have until your 18th birthday to make a decision. Once the time has past, I will send the money to charity. I know that you and I both have strong willpower. I will put up with any and all bullshit. But let me make this clear. Don't think I wont do it. I have everything about your buisness. Everything about every cent you've ever made."

With that, he showed himself out, with an unnaturally shocked Kyouya staring after him.

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AN: I'm not gonna beg for reviews, but they would be greatly appreciated. If you're only going to leave flames, my mini-imaginary-dragons will burn them up and eat them. ;)