I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I only own Erica, Chris, and Emily.

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"Oh honey, you're going to love this new school. You'll meet so many new people, influential people, you'll make new friends, influential friends," was basically the only rant that could leave my maid's mouth the entire drive to our new home in Japan. I have lived with only the servants after my parents were murdered years ago. I was only a kid in elementary school in New York City when they were killed. The court was unable to put me into a foster care system since my parents' will and my parents' friends practically threatened to flatten the city if they tried. My parents were friends with some not so sweet groups of people in the city.

I had only met my parents' friends a few times, and every time they proved to be some type of dirty politician, mafia boss, or corrupt businessman. My family sure knew how to pick friends. I was polite to all of them, but I kept my distance. The maid and butler, basically the people who truly raised me, did not let me get associated any more than I had to with the dangerous family friends. All of the drama in New York City was part of the reason I was moving to Japan for my last year of high school.

My parents had multiple homes across the world, but the company headquarters was located in Japan. Next year, I would be old enough to start running the company, which I would be doing since I was tired of it being run by corrupt people. My family's company dealt with the media. It was one of the number one broadcasting companies for sport events in the world. Running this kind of company was something I was taught how to do ever since I was a child. I was my family's only heir and the company was mine.

"Erica, focus," the butler said calmly from the driver's seat in our limo.

My light blue eyes looked away from the maid to look at the butler's eyes reflecting in the rear view mirror. The small smile he gave me made me breathe a little more and try to relax. I ran a hand through my long straight black hair. My hair came from my father, who was Japanese, and my eyes came from my mother, who was German. I knew both languages thanks to their insistence and the servants' further teachings.

"Sorry Chris, I'm just stressed," I replied to the butler.

"Of course you're stressed, somebody has been trying to kill you before we left the city to come here," Emily, the maid, screamed looking around frightened. "We'll protect you, Erica, nothing will happen to you. I promise," Emily continued ranting before rolling up the sleeves to her dress, even though she was as frail as a falling leaf.

"Emily, breathe, it's okay, all right not really, but I'll be fine. I stopped the last few assailants. Chris stopped the ones before that, and if any follow us to Japan to kill me, I'll stop them as well. You do remember that dad was a Judo master and he taught me everything he knew, every day he was alive and then his friend taught me until I turned 17. I will not be killed easily," I told her with a reassuring look and a smile.

"You're too brave," she muttered as if it was a bad thing.

"Someone has to be," I thought as I stared down at my arm, which had a large scar from a knife wound that I got a few years after my parents' death. The very first person, who tried to kill me, gave me this scar before Chris apprehended him. "I will never be hurt like this again," was all I have ever told myself after that incident.

Emily was never told the whole truth, but I've had people try to take my life almost every month, someone new always shows up. I have gained a few more scars on my back and legs from the attacks, but I have survived.

"Oh but anyways, you're going to love the new school, you start tomorrow, and the uniform is adorable," Emily gushed as she got lost in her fantasy world, which she does from time to time.

It always made me smile when she got so carefree, which was hard for me to do. I enjoyed life and talking with people, but I have yet to let myself be truly relaxed. "How can I with death threats every week or so?" I thought with a sigh before looking back out the window. My new home was in sight.

It was a beautiful old fashioned home with the large wooden doors and the stone fence surrounding the property. An older man, was waiting for the limo at the front door of the home. A small koi pond sat off to the side of the driveway, and beautiful cherry trees were placed throughout the grounds. The air smelled so fresh compared to the crowded areas of New York City.

Everything was nice, but I only had eyes for my father's family dojo in the back. I walked straight through the house until I was able to reach the doors to the dojo. I slipped off my heels and calmly walked into the quiet yet serene atmosphere. Pictures of my father's father and grandfathers were on the walls of the dojo. I walked towards my father's picture and silently said a prayer.

"I know this isn't what you wanted me to do by myself so early, but I'll be fine. I'll make you proud and I'll take care of the company," I whispered before leaving the dojo to get settled in to my new home. I had a feeling I would dread tomorrow morning, which was when Emily would show me the new uniform and I would go to school. "I just hope it all goes well," I thought before going to sleep.