Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, Ouran High School Host Club, or any other manga that happens to be on this story. Even though I desperately want to, I did not create these very unique -by that I mean sexy- characters.

What I do own, however, are my original characters: Hitomi Teitaro, Naomi & Reizo, etc; and the storyline. Feel free to draw my characters (which I doubt anyone would want to do) or use them in fanfictions AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME.

Full Summary: Somehow, and in some crazy, unbelievable way Ciel Phantomhive and that strange butler of his have managed to enroll at Ouran Academy. The strangest part is that everyone else seems to follow them too. Hetalia, Death Note, the cast of Black Butler, and some other people collide in this crazy crossover! HikaruxOC, lots of TamakixHaruhi, CielxOC, L and Honey-senpai become the best of friends, and a little KyoyaxOC. Did I mention that Sebastian joins the host club?

"Sebastian."

"Yes, young master."

"Bring me my suit."

"Of course, my lord."

Sebastian Michaelis strode to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, carefully selecting a white button-up shirt, and a navy blue necktie. He swiftly grabbed a pair of underpants, and dark pants. With sure, clean movements, Sebastian dressed his master. Ciel Phantomhive sat on the edge of his bed, straight-faced. Ciel stared out into the white walls of his room. His new room. His new home.

Wearily he glanced out of the bedroom window, at the quiet wilderness that surrounded his new home. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the sun seemed brighter than ever. It was the twentieth century and he had still somehow evaded death. His young body still craved for a soul to feast on, but his butler, who would serve him forever, made him refrain from stealing souls.

"Is something the matter, young master?"

"No... Nothing at all."

Ciel turned to his butler, who gave him a skeptical look. But Ciel just glared at him and continued staring.

"Phantom Technologies is releasing it's new gaming console today. I had thought you would be happier, in the least," said the butler. Ciel tilted his head up, allowing Sebastian to attend to his necktie.

Ciel stood up. He hadn't changed much over the years. Nothing about him had changed at all, really. He still had his black, or navy, hair. The same pale, perfect skin. The cold and threatening demeanor.

"Young Master, the limousine is waiting for you outside. You also have an appointment with Yoshio Ootori, the head of Ootori Medical. The appointment will be at exactly nine-thirty."

"What time is it now, Sebastian?" Ciel asked, not bothering to look at the wristwatch that was fastened to his arm. He coolly kept his hands out of his pockets, but he crossed his arms, as if forming a barrier.

Sebastian glanced at his pocketwatch, which he popped open in a swift click. "Sir, the time as of now is nine o'clock." Ciel closed his eyes. Behind the dark walls of his eyelids, Ciel saw visions: a fire, a pretty blonde with her hair in pigtails, a man dressed in a fine white suite. He knew about his past. He remembered everything so vividly. The balls, the parties, even Tanaka, the old butler. The people he cherished so much in the centuries before were all dead, and if they were not dead, they had surely forgotten him. But all of the precautions were to keep them safe. If Elizabeth, or Prince Soma, or even Mey-Rin had found out he was still alive back then...

"Sebastian, take me to the limousine at once."

"Yes, my lord."

DURING THE APPOINTMENT

"Mr. Ootori will now take you, sir."

Ciel stood from his seat. Sebastian followed, a sleek looking briefcase in hand. The two advanced upon a floor-to-ceiling door made of frosted glass, the figure behind it a soft silhouette. Sebastian, using his other hand, opened the door to the office.

Inside it was like seeing the world through a monochrome lens. Nearly every piece of furniture was a blinding white or a harsh black, with the occasional presence of steel gray. It disgusted Ciel. It disgusted him to the point of almost turning around and leaving the ugly, horrid office. Instead of letting him spin on his heel and walk in the other direction, Sebastian put a hand on Ciel's shoulder, giving the younger man no other choice but to stride up to an uncomfortable-looking chair and have a seat.

It was actually quite amazing how close the two had gotten over the many years.

Insteaqd of paying attention to the dreary decoration, Ciel turned his eyes onto the man sitting across from him.

"You must be the young man who runs Phantom Technologies, if I am correct."

Ciel rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking at the business man with a bored expression. He remembered when business was discussed in the home, but he doesn't make a point of it. Not many people remembered the "olden days." Ciel straightened up, realizing that he was being formally addressed.

"Yes, I am the Ear-" Ciel cut himself off. He stopped being the Earl of Phantomhive when the Queen decided to try and kill him. "Pardon my confusion. Despite that, I am, of course, Ciel Phantomhive."

Mr. Ootori nodded. "Yes, I have heard of you. It's not very often that a young man happens to run his own company, so your name in the business world is quite notorious."

"It very much seems that way, Yoshio," Ciel responded. "So; shall we get down to business?"

"Of course. Now that we are business partners, I wanted to suggest that you expand your company into Japan."

"How would this benefit my company?" Ciel inquires. He was getting quite impatient with how long the meeting was. But then again, he used to have his clients over until after dinner...

And that's how his day carried on. Mr. Ootori would drabble about all of the reasons that he should expand into Japan, and he would nod carelessly.

Two hours into the discussion, Ciel gave up. He, of course, took all matters involving the Phantom Company very seriously, but Yoshio's ranting was all too much.

"I gladly accept your offer to expand the Funtom Company. In fact, I will be leaving tomorrow so I can supervise the planning and construction of our new building." Ciel stood up, his legs feeling like jelly. The chair he had sat in seemed to have deprive him of his mobility. Before his master could collapse, Sebastian hoisted the teen up and into his arms, bridal-style.

"Good day to you, sir," Sebastian said as he walked to the door, closing it behind him.

Back inside the office, Yoshio sighed, adjusting his glasses with the tips of his finger. "Those damn kids."

"Carrying me was not necessary." Ciel crossed his arms. He sipped his tea as he examined the newspaper. Ciel scrunched his nose and placed the teacup back onto the small counter. "American tea is revolting."

Sebastian turned from the driver's seat and gave a sly smile, his signature smile. Ciel learned to spot it over the years and has found that it means different things. This time, in particular, meant that Sebastian had planned something so not very good.

"What are you smirking for, you lopsided oaf?" Ciel demanded.

"Well, young master, I had taken the courtesy to enroll you into one of the schools in Japan. You haven't been to school in a while, so I-"

"I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO SCHOOL YOU SNIVELLING TWAT!" Ciel shouted.

Sebastian's smile only grew scarier. "Please relax, young master. It will be a wonderful opportunity to make new friends."

Ciel smacked himself in the forehead, burying his face in his hand. "I can't believe you," Ciel said, his speech muffled by his hand. "What school is it?"

"I believe it is called Ouran Academy, sir."

"It sounds hideous. Why would you even think to enroll me in such a pigsty?"

"I assure you, my lord, that this school is not a pigsty. It is, in fact, quite the opposite." Sebastian pulled the limo into the driveway. Within seconds of parking, he was already at Ciel's side of the door, tugging the limo's door open.

ELSEWHERE, IN LONDON

Naomi slid off of her saddle, the back of her maroon t-shirt darkened with sweat. She walked over to the waterbench, carefully removing her helmet. She shook out her hair, whose loose strands had been plastered to her face. The summer sun was still high and hot. Naomi breathed heavily as she rached for her waterbottle and took a swig, gulping as much of it down as she could.

"Damn, it's hot isn't it?" she heard Mary, a girl on her team, ask. Naomi nodded, still drinking from her bottle. Mary continued, "Nevertheless, you played a great game."

Naomi smiled broadly, her complexion shining in the sunlight. "You played a great defense though. You should be proud of yourself, Mary." Naomi brought the nozzle of the bottle up to her lips and tipped her head back, allowing the remaining drops of water to drain into her mouth. Finding that the bottle was empty, she chucked it to the side. "And anyways, we won. You can't win polo without a team effort."

Mary grinned, looking sinister. "Good guess."

Naomi raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense out of Mary's statement. Upon realizing her mistake, she dropped her head. Out of curiosity, she peeked out of her curtain of hair.

"Liar. It is Mary."

Naomi turned around and met eyes with her older brother, who smirked. "Anne has a twitch on her right eyebrow. Mary doesn't."

Naomi turned back to Mary, who looked guilty. "Sorry Naomi. I couldn't help it," Mary said with a snicker.

Anne sat down next to her sister, her hair tied into a tight bun. She nudged Mary in the side. "You suck at lying."

Mary shoved Anne. One thing led to another, and soon the two were at each others' necks.

"Picture time!" squeaked Naomi's mother, who was already poised in front of the girls and the out-of-place boy. Naomi gave a halfhearted smile and a peace sign. She heard a click and the camera flashed.

Naomi sipped her coffee as she paged through her book. It had been almost a year since that picture was taken, and she had already grown up.

"Naomi! Mail's here!" Rei shouted. Naomi shut her book, hiding the picture that she used as a bookmarks.

Rei walked into the family room, his hand clutching some envelopes and a small package. He sorted out the contents, Naomi peering over his shoulder. "These are for Mom and Dad," he said, setting aside the brown parcel, two letters, and a catalogue. "And these are for you and me."

Naomi glanced at the two letters in his hands. "O-O-Ouran."

Her brother calmly handed her the letter addressed to a 'Ms. Naomi Ashlee Anda' while he kept the one addressed to himself. Naomi beamed, her eyes sparkling.

Rei chuckled. "You look like you could shit rainbows and burp sunshine." Even he looked as though he were about to burst.

"On three," Naomi said, her voice quavering.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

A screamed pierced the ever-peacefulness of Naomi's neighborhood like a dagger.

IN JAPAN

"Teitaro Hitomi."

Hitomi shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, her movements slow and lazy. She glanced at another girl who was sitting in the waiting room, her long hair framing her face. Straight bangs cut across her forehead, almost obscuring her eyes, which Hitomi saw were wide and brown.

"Uh...Excuse me? Miss Teitaro? The Chairman is ready for you."

Hitomi rolled her eyes and walked up to the door. Inside her pockets she clenched her fists. Biting her lip, she removed a hand from her pocket and turned the knob to the door.

A man with slicked back hair eyed her from a table. "Hitomi Teitaro. Please join me."

Hitomi bit back a harsh comment. The man across from her looked like a complete pervert. She refrained from sarcasm, and would continue to do so; at least, until she was out of the room. "Chairman. It is a pleasure to meet you. You have a beautiful school." The act was just killing her. But if going to Ouran was what she had to do, then Hitomi would gladly do it.

"The pleasure is all mine, really. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the chair across from him. Hitomi sat down, straightening her posture and taking her hands out from her pockets.

"Thank you, sir."

"You do live up to yoour name, young lady. Your eyes are quite astounding!" the Chairman exclaimed. He lifted her head up, gazing into her gray eyes. Speckles of color seemed to dot the iris, like rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream.

"Thank you, Mr. Suoh. I really appreciate your compliment." Hitomi allowed herself to blush, and then looked away from the older man.

Impressive, be impressive.

He cleared his throat. "Your grades really are outstanding, Hitomi. No late assignments, no suspensions or detentions. In fact, when I looked at your paperwork all I saw were A's! Very, very good."

"Thank you, Chairman," Hitomi responded humbly. "My parents made me study very hard so I could get into Ouran Academy, sir."

That's it. Lead him in with the bait. Let's see if this bastard can cry.

"Oh, but you see Hitomi, your parents... I mean to say, and excuse me for being so blunt, but your parents... From examining your paperwork it seems that your parents are deceased."

"Oh, that." Hitomi looked down, feigning heartsickness. "Yes. I loved my parents very much... But you see, sir, that I am very capable of handling things on my own. My parents took care of me as a child and they raised me to be the woman I am today."

The Chairman reached over the table and patted Hitomi on the back. "There there. I am aware of your mother and father's passing. Your father and I were acquainted with eachother in the past. I hope you accept my condolences for your loss. I hope you are proud that you have made it this far on your own."

"T-Thank you s-s-s-sir." Hitomi whispered. She allowed several tears to stream down her cheek.

The Chairman retracted back into his seat. "Please do take care. It'd be very sad to see a young and beautiful woman like you sink into depression. And please take care with your father's company."

Hitomi sniffled and wiped her bleary eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "Thank you for allowing me to attend your school."

"You know; you didn't have to take the entrance exam, little Hitomi. Your family was- is very wealthy."

Hitomi smiled. "I know, Mr. Suoh."

"Please," started the Chairman, "call me Uncle."

Thanks for reading Chapter 1 (or the prologue, if you prefer) of my fanfic! It's a bit corny (okay, REALLY corny) as of now, but I assure you it will improve...

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