Okay… so this takes place in the manga world… and is going under the assumption that everyone still thinks Haruhi is a boy. This is a Mori/TakashixOC and TamakixHaruhi story. This story is not connected to my other Ouran fic, tie trouble (that MorixOC story will be written later). In this story, names will be written in American order (that is, name and family name, not like in Japan where it is family name and name)

Accidentally In Love

By silver-nightstorm

Summary: My parents often told me I was having an arranged marriage—I often thought they were kidding. Imagine my surprise (and anger!) when I move to Japan to meet my fiancé. Kill. Me. Now. MorixOC

Episode 1: Engaged?

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down.

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Just in case you were wondering, I'm not a fan of the Fresh Prince. I don't think I've ever watched an episode, for that matter. The only reason I know the theme is because my little brother has an obsession with the show. He hums the song twenty-four-seven, even when he sleeps.

Fifteen-year-old boys must be aliens.

But you're probably wondering why I'm using theme songs to describe my life. Well, my life seems like a TV show right now. Considering what's happened in the past twenty-four hours, you'd agree with me.

In the past twenty-four hours, I found out that I am the daughter of a billionaire, I'm part Japanese, the people I've been calling "mom" and "dad" for the past sixteen years are actually my butler and nanny, and I have a fiancé.

I was really, really psyched about being rich. I mean, who wouldn't be? But after hearing the fiancé thing, I nearly died.

That explained a lot.

I mean, my dad… er… butler… always said I was going to have an arranged marriage. (Personally, I thought he was joking. I mean, seriously! What kind of normal senior would have a fiancé? But then again, apparently I wasn't normal. Apparently I was part of the Japanese Aristocracy. Or Royalty. Or the Really Really Rich People Club… Come to think of it, I don't think it has a name… officially, of course. I'd have to make it my priority to think of a good name for it… Anyway…)

I did have a boyfriend once. I thought the only reason my dad (butler) was so upset was cause he was being fatherly (… butler-ly?), but apparently his whole "fiancé" thing was not a joke. Naturally.

But sadly, it was a bit too late for that. Just a few hours ago (I can't believe that's all it was!) I was whisked out of my home in my little South Jersey Suburb and transported on a limo (a limo!) to the airport, where I boarded a giant jet (private!) and am now currently being flown to Japan. Yup. I'm moving to Japan, to live with my parents who I've never met; to meet my fiancé who just ruined my life.

And I didn't even get to say goodbye to all my friends.

As I said, my life just got totally… ugh!

Well, my life got awesome too. I just went from living in a suburb to living in a mansion in Japan. It's like a dream come true for an Otaku (which I am, along with all my friends). But it's still a little bit ugh!.

"Mikaela!"

I was jolted out of my mental ranting by the voice of my mother/nanny.

"Hm?" I grunted. I wasn't exactly sure what to address my… special person… as anymore. Was mom still acceptable? Or should I call her nanny? Or should I call her by her name, Jeanine? Or was that really her name? … How did rich people act, anyway? Did they call their butlers and nannies by their names? Or did they just ring a bell and the person would magically appear? Would I have to learn about Japanese culture? Thank God I speak fluent Japanese. I can also speak fluent English, Swedish, Italian, and French. I'd also had a few basic etiquette lessons, but they probably paled in comparison to the real thing.

"Air-head!" snickered the boy sitting next to me.

"Shaddup, Nate!" I hissed. My little brother, unlike me, was thrilled. Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled about the rich part too, but the fiancé thing put a bit of a damper on my mood.

I decided right then and there that I would hate my fiancé no matter what.

I know, that was pretty shallow of me, but I just left my entire life to pack up for this guy, so he deserved a bit of hell. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my best friend, Durga. That kinda pissed me off. No, lemme rephrase that… it pissed me off! She was gonna think I died or something! Speaking of that, my phone was ringing. Weren't cell phones supposed to be off on planes?

Nate made a face at me. "You're phone's been going off for ten minutes, genius!" he sneered, sticking his tongue out. "You're either deaf, stupid, or both!"

I glared at him and flipped my phone open, effectively cutting off "Guilty Beauty Love", one of my favorite songs by Vic Mignogna. "Hello?"

"Omigosh! You're alive! Thank goodness! Do you have any idea how many times I've tried to call you?"

I flinched at the sound of Durga's voice ringing through my cell, holding the phone as far away from my ear as possible. Her voice was still loud and clear.

"Dee?" I ventured quietly, when she seemed to have finally taken a stop for a breath. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yup," she said quickly. "And boy, do you owe me a really good explanation!"

"Well, hold onto your jewelry, dear, cause I think you might just die!"

"You're in JAPAN?"

"On my way there, to be exact, but it's pretty crazy, isn't it?" Kaela's voice rang through Durga's phone.

Dee was currently sitting in front of her school, on her car. She was very frustrated; she had been trying for her entire lunch period to call up her best friend who had, along with her family, gone completely missing, only to find that her best friend was actually a millionaire. Scratch that, a billionaire! And she was on her way to Japan. That was a pretty low blow.

"You could've given me a warning, or something! Come on!" Durga shrieked, punching the hood of her car. "Ouch!"

"Did you punch your car again?"

Durga pouted, "How did you know?"

Mikaela's laughter was heard clearly through the phone. "You're too predicable!"

Durga pouted more, fiddling with her curly black hair. "Thank you, dear." She sat up straighter and propped her feet up on the car parked next to her red Maserati Spyder. "Now, when are you going to buy me tickets to visit you?"

"Dee, are your parents really going to let you go across the world to see me?"

Durga grinned like a Cheshire cat. "They will when they find out who you really are!" She giggled, "Plus, they owe me big. Did you know? They just let Laxsmi go to three concerts!"

"Did they buy the tickets?"

"Yeah, and they were crazy-ridiculously priced too!" Durga started counting on her fingers. "There was… lemme see… and Eminem concert… Rihanna… Ke$ha… what's up with that dollar sign anyway?"

"They let a fourteen-year-old go to those concerts?"

"Crazy, no?"

Mikaela giggled, "I'll see what I can do, Dee. I haven't even met my real parents yet!"

"They're rich! How much convincing can it take? Plus, they owe you big after getting you a fiancé!" Durga could hear her friends sigh through the phone. "Don't mope much, dear! I'm sure he's an awesome guy!"

Mikaela sighed again. "But I'm not in love with him!" She groaned, "I want to marry for love, not politics!"

"Don't worry, dear!" Durga said brightly. "More importantly, what's his name?"

"Takashi Morinozuka," Kaela sounded very gloomy.

"Sounds sexy!" said Durga.

"You think all Japanese names are sexy!"

"True…" mused Durga. Suddenly back to business, she exclaimed, "Everything will work out! I'm sure he's a stud!"

"No one says stud anymore, Dee!"

"I am no one, I am everyone. I am the magical Dee and I can do whatever I wish!" sang Durga happily. "… stud!"

"Dee?"

"Hmm?"

"Shaddup! And while you're at it, get your feet off of Jason's car!"

Durga furrowed her brows, "Who the hell is Jason?"

"He's the owner of the unfortunate silver BMW you currently have your feet propped on," Mikaela smugly replied.

Durga practically jumped up. "How did you know I had my feet on his car?"

"You're predictable, Dee," Mikaela laughed.

"Hn," Durga grunted. "Bye bye, annoying!" she said, stalking towards the door.

"Bye bye, beautiful!"

Durga blew a raspberry into the phone, snapped it shut, and skipped through the door held open for her by her practically-sister, Ava. The other otaku brushed her neon green hair out of her eyes. "Is Kaela alive?"

"Better than!" Durga grinned. She took her Italy football sweatshirt off, revealing her Kingdom Hearts Tee underneath and hooked arms with Ava. "Time for lunch!"

"Dee?" ventured Ava quietly.

The curly-haired girl grunted in response while adjusting her tennis skirt.

"Lunch is over…"

"WHAT?" Dee's shriek could be heard around the school. Teachers and students everywhere visibly cringed.

Every person in the building knew that keeping food away from their hungry Senior Class President was suicide.

So I hope you guys enjoyed that start! Sorry the Host Club guys aren't in it yet, they will make their official entrance next chapter, when the "new kid" buzz strikes Ouran Academy! R & R Please!

While Writing this Chapter Music = Elvenpath by Nightwish & Beauty and the Beast by Nightwish

Will Mikaela succeed in her goal to hate her fiancé? Stay tuned to find out!