A/N: K, here is my first non-angsty fanfic. I will try to update this as much as I can. Leaving me a review would really brighten my day! Thanks for reading! And by the way, if you happen to favorite this, if it's not too much trouble, would you please leave me a review?

Lavi: Some people can really get peeved when people favorite a story and don't leave a review.

Me: Wha- Lavi? When did you get here?

Kyouya: That's right.

Me: Kyouya, too?!?! . . . Anyway, enough of this nonsense. Here ya go . . .

Chapter 1: Mommy and Daddy's Big Scary Landoff!

Throughout my school life in Ouran Academy, I have found that I have entailed many surprising events during my time there. Some of those events are pleasant, however, most of them are exasperating and silly. I often wonder why it is that I take part in Tamaki's useless club. I suppose it is simply because spending time with the delusional "king" pays off. Who knows? I won't dwell on it.

"Kyouya! Kyouya Ootori!" I heard Tamaki shouting, and shaking me back and forth.

My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up in my seat to adjust my glasses. As soon as I had sone so, I threw my most threatening glare in Tamaki's direction. "You fool. You've woken me up again. You're going to regret this, you-"

Tamaki did not appear to be frightened, as usual, when I glowered at him. His violet eyes were wide. "Kyouya? I think we're lost . . ."

"Lost? How could we possibly be lost? Only a moment ago, we were-"

Then I felt the jolting from my seat. I took in my surroundings. Tamaki and I appeared to be on a train, one that appeared to be styled from that of the British Industrial Revoloution. Even the people around us (who were clearly not Japanese) wore English clothing styles from the early 1800s. I blinked a few times, and looked at Tamaki with his questioning expression.

"Hey, Kyouya. Do you know where we are?"

"How the heck am I supposed to know?" I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "We're on a train. It looks like we are in England in the early 1800s but obviously, that is impossible. Perhaps we wounded up on the set of some movie, though why they would film a movie on a moving train or how we would end up on a movie set I do not know."

"Movie? What's that?" someone said in English.

A boy peered from the seat behind the one where Tamaki and I sat. He had unkempt red hair, which he had attempted to keep back in a green bandana. He wore a black eyepatch. His leftover uncovered eye was curious and mischevious, and emereald green in color. I immeadiately felt wary of him. He seemed slightly older than me, but in no way was he more mature, I could just tell. He reminded me far too much of the Hitachiin twins.

Tamaki fell back, now speaking in English thanks to the other boy's foreign words. "Mommy, look! Oh, the poor boy, he doesn't even know what a movie is! It's even worse than Haruhi! Clearly, this young man is a commoner, and we must help him learn the ways of the world! In that way, we can teach those who are poor to move up in society so that everyone can be happy! Besides . . ."

The redhead gave me a strange look. "Uh, why is he refering to you as 'Mommy?' No offense, or anything."

"None taken. That brainless, I mean, that guy has no idea that he's embarrasing himself in public," I replied.

"Mommy, how could you be so cruel?" Tamaki cried in alarm.

"Well, I'm Lavi by the way," the boy said, his arm outstretched for me to shake it. "Nice to meetcha."

"Nice to meet you to. My name is Kyouya Ootori," I said.

"Yeah. So, hey, you have an intresting name and a you guys were speaking Japanese, so I guess you're Japanese. I speak a few languages. Japanese happens to be one of them."

I was also going to mention that we didn't know where we were, but I figured that I would see a sign and find out for myself soon enough, so I did not bother.

"Anyway, I am Tamaki. It's my pleasure," Tamaki said with a smile.

Lavi broke out into a grin. "Ooh, I bet you get all the girls real easy. What's your secret? Ya see, I see all these chicks all the time. But they're always either evil or taken. I really need some actual adivce, cuz . . ."

"Um, hello."

Lavi broke off from his sudden outburst and regarded a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen with yet another grin. The boy seemed to have a thin but strong build. He has penetrating grey-blue eyes, like the cloudy sky after a thunderstorm. His hair was an untidy shag, and was strangely white in color. A grotesque, jagged scar ran over his left eye.

"Hey there, beansprout! Tamaki-san, Kyouya-san, meet Beansprout!" Lavi cheered.

"Lavi, please refrain from refering to me with that unflattering nickname," the beansprout said, clearly irritated. He took his seat next to Lavi. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My actual name is Allen Walker."

"It is indeed a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Walker." I made mental notes about Allen and Lavi in my head.

Allen Walker: About fifteen. Seems to be British and appears to be kind and polite. What's more, he's handsome. He'd be a popular, one-of- a-kind host back at Ouran. Dislikes being called "beansprout". Strange white hair color . . . Perhaps he'd bleached it? Wears umfamiliar black and red uniform.

Lavi: About eighteen. I cannot tell his origin and he seems to be holding back some strange sort of genius knowledge. He seems like the Hitachiin type and likes to talk. He is an intresting case. I'll talk to him later. Speaks Japanese. Also wears unfamiliar uniform.

"So, tell me," Allen said, facing Tamaki. "Would you be willing to play a round of poker with me? Just one, little game?" I noticed the boy's eyes gleam darkly, seemingly out of character for the refined person I had thought him to be. It made me very suspicious.

Before I could warn Tamaki, of course, the reckless idiot stood up proudly. "Very well! I'll accept your challenge!"

"Tamaki . . ." I muttered.

"Come on! Don't be like that, Kyouya! We can have a little fun, yes?"

"Allen . . ." Lavi began. "You-"

"I have to admit, I am short on money. Actually, I'm quite desperate. So desperate, in fact, I'll probably make sloppy moves and you'll win easily," Allen insisted.

Tamaki bought the obviously fake excuse. "See, Kyouya? We have nothing to fear!"

"Don't expect me to loan you money when you lose," I snapped as Allen Walker pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and grinned evilly.