Hey minna! Thanks for reading my 5th fanfic! Hooray! Anyways, I really shouldn't be creating more fanfics... cause I still have four incomplete fanfics, and I'm going to continue a finished one... Anyways, check my other fanfics out! Arigato!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, but I do own my OC - Mimi
I stepped off the private jet that my family owned, eager to step down on solid ground.
"Finally! I'm home in Japan!" I exclaimed. A light breeze blew, and I held on to my cute floppy sunhat.
"Oujo-sama! Oujo-sama!" I looked around for the source of voices and grinned widely when I found my beloved maids and butlers waving at me from the ground.
"Minna! Watashi modottekita! (I'm back!)" I hurried down the steps and leaped into the arms of Akiko, one of my maids. She squeezed me into a warm embrace and everyone came together for a group hug.
"We're so happy to have you back, oujo-sama!" I laughed as they squeezed tighter. "We were so lonely for the past three years!"
"Now, now, minna," I chided, pulling away. "I'm sure you all have some interesting stories to share with me. It wasn't that bad for the past three years, right?" I began to regret my words as everyone looked down and shuffled their feet. I sighed.
"Let's go home."
"Oujo-sama, we're back at the estate."
"Mhmm…" I rubbed my sleepy eyes and blinked, taking in the view of my insanely large mansion coming into view. The limousine pulled up to the front of the house after going around the round-about.
"I really don't understand why Papa has this round-about. Why can't he just get a normal driveway like the house we have in America?" I grumbled. A butler opened the door for me to get out and I smiled at him, recognizing his face.
"Kiba-kun!" I greeted him, flinging myself at the surprised and happy young man.
"It's good to have you back, oujo-sama," he whispered, patting my back.
"Oujo-sama." I turned around, bounding for the steps up to the grand house.
"Where's Papa?" I asked Mayra, one of the maids that had followed me in.
"Ootori-sama is upstairs in his study." I thanked her and headed up to my father's private study. I knocked on the door before opening it.
"Papa, I'm home."
Yoshio Ootori looked up from the massive amount of paperwork on his desk and smiled. He stood up and walked over to me, giving me a warm embrace.
"Welcome home, my darling." He held me away at arm's length, inspecting me. "How was America? Did you make friends? Your school grades?"
"America was just fine, Papa. I made lots of friends, and they were sad to see me go. My school grades remained number one, and I even placed first on the national exams." I knew where this was headed. No matter how much love my family showered me with, Papa always came back to the one question out of habit.
"Did you meet any of my business partners?"
"Yes, Papa. They were thrilled to hear that you are doing fine. They were surprised to see me in America alone though." Silence. "Papa, why didn't you let me take Kyouya or Fuyumi to America with me?"
Startled at my unexpected question, he tried to formulate an explanation.
"My dear, Fuyumi is already married. You couldn't take her away from her husband. As for Kyouya, he has school to attend. He's in his second-year at high school now." Yoshio loosened his hold on my shoulders and let his arms drop down to his side.
"I am a year younger than Kyouya. I don't see why I was the only one who was sent away." I bitterly replied. I was still holding a grudge against my father who had sent me away to America for three years right before I was done with junior-high. In America, junior-high was called 'middle school', which lasted for three years before going into high school.
"Mimi," he called out just as I was about to leave. "You will be starting at Ouran High School with Kyouya and his friends. Try and be –"
"No, Papa. I'm not going to be friends with them just for your benefit." I didn't bother turning around. "You already have Yuuichi, Akito, and Kyouya being friends with everyone for the sake of your connections. I will not be a pawn to your games. You at least owe me this." I left his study and headed to my room which was on the third floor. I passed by Fuyumi's empty room and smiled sadly. I won't see her for a while…I miss you onee-san.
"Oujo-sama, it is dinner time."
I groaned, pushing myself off my fluffy bed. I had forgotten that in the Ootori family you had to dress up for dinner. In America where I lived alone with three maids and a butler, I never had to dress up. I opened my closet, which was the size of a room, and picked out a simple but cute short dress that reached two inches above my knees. I grew again… I was already 5'6", an inch above the average height of a Japanese girl. Oh well, I'm not changing. I headed down to the dining room where my father sat at the head of the table with my mother to the left of him. My three older brothers were seated on the right side of Yoshio, which left me the seat next to Mother. I took my place and waited for dinner to begin. It was silent as usual, only with a few pieces of conversation floating around.
"Mimi, there will be a welcoming party for you tomorrow evening. Make sure you dress in something more…formal." Yoshio said. He turned his attention to his sons. "I will be inviting my business partners tomorrow, so be on your best behaviors. Do not do anything improper. Make sure you also invite your friends." I watched as my brothers nodded their heads. Yuuichi looked up and saw me staring and smiled.
"Ne, Mimi, how was America? Did you do anything interesting?" My oldest brother asked, interested.
"America was fine," I huffed out, acting bored. "Nothing special happened, except it turns out that I'm very talented at everything I do." I smirked.
"Did you get my letters, Mimi?" Akito tried to not sound excited, but I could tell his eyes begged to differ.
"Of course, onii-san. I kept all of your letters. It made me happy to know that everyone except Kyouya was thinking about me." I met Kyouya's grey eyes with a cold stare from my violet eyes. He dropped his gaze and everyone continued to eat their dinner, afraid to say something. I finished mine off quickly and stood up excusing myself.
I went back to my room, glad that I had already finished unpacking, and changed out of my dress into a pair of black skinny jeans, ankle boots, and a lavender top that complimented my eyes and jet-black hair. It was 8:00. Never too late to go out. I grabbed a silver purse and quietly left my house, informing the maids to let my family know that I was just going out if they asked for my location.
Kiba was waiting outside with the limo for me, remembering my routine. I flashed him a grin as I climbed in before he drove us to the Ootori barn where my beloved horses waited for me.