DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN OURAN IN ANYWAY, SHAPE, OR FORM
Dedicated to Aihara Awayuki as one of my six thank you stories
Jennifer Moreau walked along on her own down a hallway on her own like she usually did. She barley bothered socialized with her fellow classmates at the boarding school her parents had sent her to when she started middle school. All because she wasn't considered beautiful by her parents. Long ago they got worried she wasn't pretty enough to land a suitable husband. So their solution was to send her to the boarding school where they could try working on her looks. Every kind of beauty treatments, short of plastic surgery, they've invested into her in an attempt to improve her looks. That was the only reason she could think of as to why she had suddenly been called out of class and come down to the dean's office, since that was usually why she was called to the dean's office.
It was amazing she had managed to keep her grades up enough to that she was now in college.
As Jenny walked into the office, she found her parents already there and filling out some sort of paperwork.
"Welcome Miss Moreau," said the dean kindly.
"Hello," Jenny replied before looking towards her parents. Neither one looked up at her. "Um," she tried speaking up.
"It would appear that you are leaving our school," the Dean answered for her parents.
"For more beauty treatments?" Jenny said, slightly annoyed.
"No, to hopefully get married," her mother spoke up as she and Jenny ' s father continued with their paper work.
"Wait, what?" Jenny said, both surprised and terrified by what her mother had just said.
"We have found you a possible match, in Japan," her father continued to explain.
"You have?" Jenny asked, "But what if I don't want to get married? What if I want to continue my education?"
"Oh don't worry, we're taking care of that right now. We're going to enroll you into your hopeful future husband's university in Japan. It's called Ouran Academy," said her mother.
"Alright, well who is this guy anyway?" Jenny asked.
"He's the youngest son of a family who's the head of one of the biggest medical companies in the world," said her father.
"Why would he be a perfect match for me?" Jenny asked.
"If we have a link with them, we could get one of the biggest construction contracts ever. We'd be the ones building and or expanding their hospitals, doctors offices, or anything they may need built," her father continued to explain.
"Oh, so that's it. This is just a business deal," Jenny sneered.
Both her parents looked up mad at their daughter at that comment.
"It's more than that," her mother insisted, "the boy also happens to be very smart and very attractive. We only want the best choice of a mate for our daughter."
"Sure and if he doesn't like me?" Jenny asked.
"Then I guess we'll have no choice. We'll have to resort to plastic surgery," said her mother.
Jenny's eyes widen at that comment. Plastic surgery was the one thing she dreaded the most and wanted to avoid at all costs. "So if this man doesn't approve of me, you're going to put me under the knife?" She asked timidly.
"Well what else would you recommend?" Her father asked.
Jenny sighed at the comment. This whole thing wasn't anything really new to her. Her parents have pulled her out of her current school to meet a potential match, only to have the boy reject her for some reason or another and end up back at her current school followed by several trips for beauty treatments. But now they were seriously considering plastic surgery, her worse nightmare.
"Well who is this guy exactly? Can I at least know his name and see like a picture of him?" Jenny asked.
"Oh of course," said her father. He pulled out a file from his briefcase and handed it to her. Jenny opened it and immediately saw a picture of a boy with dark hair and glasses. He actually looked rather attractive. She looked at some of the paperwork and saw that his name was Kyoya Ohtori.
'Jenny Ohtori,' Jenny thought. 'I supposed it has an okay ring to it. It'll have to if I'm going to avoid the knife!'
"So when do we leave?" she asked.
"We leave for Japan for tomorrow," her father told her as he and his wife finished their paperwork and handing them back to the dean.
"Great," said Jenny.
"Let's go get you packed up and get the hotel," said her mother.
"Can't I just stay here for the night?" Jenny asked.
"No it'll be easier for the four of us to be together," said her father.
"Um four?" Jenny repeated. She had a hunch about who the fourth person was, but was hoping she was wrong.
"Yes, Monica is joining us," said her father.
Jenny had to use every ounce of strength not to let out a moan of despair that her older sister was joining them on this trip. Her perfect gorgeous older sister who had managed to snag herself a rich Italian on their parents first try who was the heir to a major chain of fine dinging establishments . That of course had opened up new opportunities for her parents arctic company.
Monica had always been the apple of her parents' eye, had always managed to bring them nothing but pride and never had to worry about getting constant beauty treatments unlike Jenny.
"Well good luck Miss Moreau," the Dean said as Jenny and her parents headed out.
"Yeah thanks, I'll probably see you in a few months," Jenny said back.
"Now don't be like that," her mother scolded.
"Mom, has it accrued to you that since I'm in college I should have a little bit of control in my life?" Jenny asked as they came to the waiting car.
"Like what?" Her mother asked.
"Like say I'd rather just focus on my education right now instead of trying to get a husband," Jenny said.
"Well sure, if it was any other time we'd let you do that," her father replied, "But when we found out Yoshio Ohtori was looking for a potential wife for his son who happened to be your age we couldn't pass up the opportunity."
"Then why is it then that if this doesn't work, you're going to make me get plastic surgery?" Jenny asked.
"Because it'll be for the best. If all these other matches keep turning you down then obviously there's something wrong with your physical appearance. Obviously, they're not liking your outer appearance so we have to change it so they do like it," her mother explained.
Jenny slumped in her seat at that comment.
'Yeah because heaven forbid they like me for what's on the inside,' she thought bitterly.
When Jenny and her parents got to the hotel and came to their room, they found Monica coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe talking on her phone in Italian, obviously to her husband.
"I'm just going to meet the Ohtoris with my family and then fly out to see the day after I promise darling. No no you needn't worry about me. I'll be fine. Well you're right, maybe I should stay and relax a little in Japan. It's been a while since I've been there. Yes darling, I love you too. Good-bye now." Monica turned and looked at her family once she hung up her phone. "Oh hello Jenny, did Mummy and Daddy tell you the exciting news?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm so excited I can't stand still," Jenny replied sarcastically.
"I got to say, I'm pretty jealous of you. I've seen your fiancé's profile and he is quite the dish. If he was just a little older you may have some competition on your hands," said Monica.
"You want him you can have him," Jenny replied.
"Oh no I could ever give up my wonderful husband. He's just too perfect. Did you hear he's thinking of taking up skydiving? Of course he'd be perfect at it," Monica boasted.
"Yes, let's just hope his shoot opens," Jenny muttered before sulking off to her room.
"Jenny,"she heard her mother call out, "don't be like...," Jenny shut the door before her mother could finish. She sat on her bed and looked over Kyoya Ohtori's file some more. She wondered if there was a chance to meet up with him just as regular people, would he be interested in her? Would she be interested in him? She gave off a sad sigh. There really wasn't anything else she'd rather have than to be allowed to finish her education and just find a man for herself. Not be forced one like her parents were doing to her. As she looked the file over she decided something, she was going to really put a fight with this guy to really see if he was worth having or if she'd rather get this plastic surgery.
The flight to Japan was long and tiresome for Jenny. Mostly due to her sister's constant yakking about how she wished she had a chance to have to get a guy like Kyoya or how amazing her husband was. She wasn't sure if Monica was trying to be helpful or just enjoying hearing herself talk. Jenny assumed it was the latter.
When her family's plane landed, they found a person waiting for them at the gate with a sign with their name on it.
"Welcome to Japan Moreau," he greeted the family. "I was sent by my masters, the Ohtoris, to bring you to their mansion for the dinner meeting."
"Thank you," said Mr. Moreau.
"I assume you're the potential bride Madam?" the driver asked, addressing Monica.
Monica giggled. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. I mean yes I know I look young enough, but alas I'm already married," she said sweetly. Jenny rolled her eyes.
"I'm the potential bride," she spoke up.
"Ah," said the driver looking Jenny over, "forgive me. I sincerely hope this marriage meeting proves to be successful."
"Yeah, sure," Jenny muttered. Her mother jabbed her side at that comment.
When the family arrived at the Ohtori mansion, they were taken to a side entrance and greeted by a butler.
"My master apologizes for making you enter in this way. However, he wishes to keep it until dinner for when your daughter and his son see each other for the first time," the butler explained.
"Of course, no worries," said Mr. Moreau. The family was led to three different rooms.
"You're free to stay in your rooms to freshen up until dinner. I will come collect you personally," said the butler.
"Thank you," Mrs. Moreau. She quickly turned and looked at Jenny. "Get in your room right now and start with a bath!" She ordered, "and when you're done, you better make sure you get yourself as presentable as possible, understand?"
"Does it matter if I don't?" Jenny asked as she walked into her room. She did start a bath. However afterwards, she decided to sneak out and maybe try exploring the house a little. It would be only fair since this place could someday be her home.
Carefully and quietly she tiptoed out of her room and headed down the long massive hallway. As she past her sister's room, she could hear her singing really loud in Italian. Jenny rolled her eyes as she kept sneaking down the hallway. She kept wondering around the massive house, doing her best to avoid detection.
Suddenly at one point, Jenny saw the same butler from before heading her way. Thinking quickly, she dodged into the room closest to her before he could notice her. She managed to look out through a Crack in door to see when the butler passed by. As soon as he was past, Jenny actually let out a sigh of relief before turning around to get a good look of her surroundings. To her surprise, she was in some sort of musical room with a big black grand piano.
Jenny had a big passion for playing the piano. It was the one thing she could do better than Monica and her parents would give her much praise over it.
Jenny scrambled over to the piano and started to play it. Her fingers glided over the keys gracefully, each note hitting just right. For a while, she was actually able to forget all her woes and actually enjoy herself.
"You know, it's usually polite to ask for permission to play someone else's piano in their home," a smooth voice suddenly said out of nowhere. Jenny jumped and turned around. There at the door in the room stood a boy near her age smirking at her. "But then again, given how lovely you play, you could be easily forgiven," he added.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Jenny demanded to know.
"Hmm, that's an interesting question to ask sing as how this is my home while you are the stranger here," said the boy as he moved closer to her.
"Your home?" Jenny said confused as the boy drew closer to her. As he did she was able to get a better look at him. "Are you Kyoya Ohtori?" she asked.
"Indeed I am," Kyoya replied as he came and stood next to her. He hit one of the keys himself. "You play very well. I've only know one other person who could play as well as you."
"Uh thank you," Jenny said. She waited for a little bit, to see if Kyoya was going to say anything else, like asking who she was. Instead he seemed content to keep hitting the keys on the piano. "Um," she finally spoke up.
Kyoya finally turned and looked at her again. "Are you still curious about who I am and why I'm here?" he asked.
"Well no, not exactly. I was just curious if you had any questions for me," Jenny replied.
"Should I?" Kyoya asked. "The less we talk now, the easier it will be to make it appear as though we haven't met before dinner like my father was hoping for."
"Wait does this mean you know who I am?" Jenny asked.
"I can't say for sure. I can merely assume you're Jennifer Moreau, youngest daughter of the Moreau family. However, I think it'd be wiser to keep my suspicions to myself before dinner, less my father discovers we have met before we were supposed to," said Kyoya as he kept hitting the piano keys. "Now then, assuming you are Jennifer Moreau, I think it would be wise for you to return to your room before you are discovered out of it. It would be worse for you than for me if we were caught since I am pretty sure you were asked not to leave your room."
"Right," said Jenny running out of the room. She managed to hurry back to her room, once again without being seen. She did a half-ass job at her usual beauty treatments in an attempt to make herself appear decent enough in the eyes of her parents.
Soon there was a knock at her door. Jenny opened it to see the butler standing outside. "It is time," he said calmly, moving aside and gesturing for her to come out. Jenny walked out to see her parents and sister all ready for dinner as well. Her mother looked her over seriously.
"Did you do all your beauty treatments?" she asked.
"I know I did," Monica boasted.
"Of course we know that dear," said her father. " But this is Jenny we have to worry about."
Her mother gave a sigh.
"We don't have a choice. It's too late. Let's just hope Mr. Ohtori and his son like what they see!" she said before moving back towards her husband and taking his arm. The four Moreaus all followed the butler as he led them to the dinging room.
"Please stand behind the chair with name in front of it. When Master Yoshio and Master Kyoya enter you may take your seat," the butler instructed.
The four family members nodded their heads in understanding. They didn't have to wait long before the door on the other side room opened and in walked an elderly man and the same boy Jenny had met before. She did her best to not give away any hint that she had met him earlier before she was supposed to.
"Welcome, it's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Yoshio Ohtori and this my youngest son Kyoya," said the old man.
"The pleasure is all ours," Jenny's father replied, "I am David Moreau, this my wife Linda, my oldest daughter Monica and my youngest daughter Jennifer."
"Hmm, yes," Yoshio said looking her up and down. "Please be seated."
As everyone took their seats, Jenny saw she was right across from Kyoya. He smiled politely at her.
"So Young Mister Ohtori, Um what do you think of our Jenny?" Jenny's mother asked.
"Hmm,"Kyoya said looking Jenny over himself, "she is easy on the eyes I'll admit...,"
'Thank goodness!' Jenny thought.
"However," Kyoya started to add, "I tend not to judge based on looks alone. I'd much more prefer a potential wife to be smart and slightly independent."
"Oh you don't have to worry about that!" Mr. Moreau spoke up, "we've already gotten her enroll into Ouran Academy, in the University. She is very intelligent!"
"Well that's one thing in her favor," said Kyoya.
"I think it's a splendid idea to have your daughter keep up with her education," said Mr. Ohtori, "I too prefer an intelligent daughter-in-law. With that said, pherhalps it would be wise to set up a penthouse for your daughter to live in until she has finished her education and is able to marry my Kyoya."
"So, we're really doing this?" Jenny asked.
"For now, as long as Kyoya has intreast," said Mr. Ohtori.
'Sure because that's all that matters,' Jenny thought. 'Oh well, at least it sounds like I'll have my own place for a while.'
"Oh thank you so much Mr. Ohtori!" Both Jenny's parents started saying over and over again.
" You know if Jenny's going to be here for a while, perhaps she should have someone staying with her to help keep an eye of her," Monica spoke up, "I volunteered."
'No!' Jenny thought.
"If that's what you wish," said Mr. Ohtori.
"I'm not a child though! I can handle myself!" Jenny inisited. She almost didn't see Kyoya's smile widen at her outburst.
"Nonsense, you'll need someone to lean on while you're adjusting to a new place," Monica insisted.
"Fine, whatever," Jenny replied. It was obvious Monica was going to get her way as usual no matter what.
"Good, the matter is settled. Let's us now eat," said Mr. Ohtori.
" Actually, Father, I'm not too hungry. May I have your permission to have a private talk with Miss Moreau outside on the terrace?" Kyoya asked.
"If it's alright with her," said his father.
"Oh I'm falter, but I'm no longer Miss Moreau anymore. I'm married," Monica boasted, holding up her hand with her ring.
"I was actually referring to the one I'm possibly marry,"Kyoya said as he stood and walked over to Jenny and offered her his arm. "Shall we my dear?"
"Sure, why not," Jenny decided as she took his arm and walked out with him.
"So, Miss Moreau," Kyoya started to once they were alone.
"Wait, can I just say one thing first? I'm going to be honest with you. I am going to put a pretty good front on making sure you and I get married. But I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it as a means to make sure don't go under the knife and get plastic surgery, do you understand? So I'm sorry, but I don't know what's going to happen between us in the future. I just want my outside appearance change up. Do you understand?"
Kyoya smiled at her and nodded. " Oh I understand perfectly. In fact what you've just told has made me like you all the more. I look forward to see what happens between the two of us," he said.
Jenny was taken back by the response she got from Kyoya. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but figured that it might not be so bad as she thought.