When Tamaki stepped off the plane, he was assaulted by a warm, humid wind. He stopped at the bottom of the stair. "Oh, what a wonderful wind! The warmth spreads through my veins and makes me feel alive again!" He grabbed the nearest girl to him and enfolded her in her embrace. "But I would rather feel your inner warmth close to my skin." The girl blushed and looked up into Tamaki's clear blue eyes. Tamaki gazed back at her until he was suddenly pulled away by a firm hand. "That's enough, Master Tamaki. We should get going."
"But Grandmother! Look at all these ladies just waiting to be flirted with" Tamaki protested in vain. He was right. A line of girls was stretching across the runway. Airport officials were waving lights trying to get the young ladies off so that a plane could land. Tamaki sighed and reluctantly followed his grandmother into the airport.
When they had gotten their bags from the baggage claim, Tamaki and his grandmother stepped outside. Tamaki was again astounded by the warm air, so different from what he was used to. He began to speak. "Oh, the warm winds of Japan, how I welcome thee as a change, from the dry French air..." he trailed off as his grandmother pulled him into the waiting limousine by his sleeve. "No more of that, Master Tamaki," reprimanded his grandmother. Tamaki shrank back in his seat and pulled his legs up. Odd, his grandmother thought. It seems that he isn't as colorful as he was when we got here. I hope that he is not getting sick. However much I dislike him, the real Master Suoh will not be pleased if the first thing his son can give back to him is a cold. With all his generosity, he deserves better.
When Tamaki stepped into his new home, he was astounded at the extravagance before him. There were silk drapes on every huge window. The carpeted floors were spotless. The railings on the end of the stairs were coated in gold. Tamaki was so busy taking in his surroundings that he did not see his father stiffly walk down the stairs. He was startled out of his reverie when his grandmother tapped him on the shoulder. "Your father wishes to speak to you," she announced.
Tamaki looked up at his father, who was standing several steps above him on the stairs. He was wearing a white with a navy blue tie. "Tamaki," his father began, "I am very glad to see you. I'm sure you will be pleased to know that I have enrolled you in the prestigious Ouran Middle School. After you complete the eighth grade there, you will go to Ouran High School. You begin your schooling tomorrow." He turned around and walked back up the stairs.
Tamaki picked up his suitcase and began to walk up the stairs. He turned around as somebody suddenly grabbed his shoulders. "I'll take your suitcase and show you to your room." A butler was standing behind Tamaki in a black suit.
Tamaki stood rooted to the spot, astounded, for a second before he followed the butler onto the second floor. They turned right and walked down a red, carpeted hall. The butler opened a door and walked inside. He set Tamaki's suitcase down and came back out. "Master Tamaki, if you need anything, be sure to call. I am at your service." Tamaki walked into his new room. The afternoon sun shone through the partially closed curtains. The enormous room had a huge bed with white sheets and a red headboard. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling. A snack was set up on a table in the far end of the room. The entire floor was covered in a thick red carpet. Tamaki unpacked his suitcase and took off his shoes. He sat down on his new bed. I'm impressed. This is much nicer than the house back home in France. Maybe this arrangement was really for the better. Tamaki was beginning to feel good about moving to Japan until he had a sudden visual of his mother's smile. His shoulders sank, and his eyes filled with tears as he sank back on to his thick pillows. He was asleep within minutes. If anybody had been observing Tamaki as he slept, they would have seen his true feelings about his mother selling him to pay her medical bills. Tears streaked down his cheeks until there was a small puddle next to his face.