Background information.

Bunkyo : is the district of Tokyo where the Ouran High School is located

Ginza:is a desirable shopping destination with its high end stores, boutiques, and cafes. Exclusive, sophisticated brands and restaurants featuring delicacies from all over the world can be seen throughout the area.

Also I did as much research as I could by goggle and anything I couldn't find I just made up details, like how no one is in school when entrance exams are taken and that the exam for a private school is taken at the school itself.

Sunday 11:34 am

One landing, airport security check, luggage gathering, taxi getting, and hotel room entering later I was laying face first on a hotel bed squealing in joy. I still couldn't believe it. All this time, and I was finally here!

The test would be on Thursday, so I had the rest of today plus three more days to study and explore and then we headed for home on Friday. My head was rushing, I had taken in so much through the cab and it was only the tiniest fraction of all there was too see here. The room was an average hotel room, there were two beds, a TV, a little extra space for two chairs, a small 'kitchen' like area for making coffee or placing down food items. And obviously a bathroom.

I wasn't at all tired and neither was my father. He didn't have any work related things scheduled so after we had things put where we wanted them we decided to head out.

It had been one of the best days of my life. Sight seeing in Tokyo, even just walking down the streets and interacting with Japanese people was a dream come true. Speaking of dreams, that's what it all felt like. A fog like covering in my mind, as if none of this was really happening.

But it was.

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Monday

The next day my dad went off to a business meeting and I spent a little time just exploring the hotel – it had its own luxuries to offer after all. I was wandering around albeit awkwardly, not really unusual from how I normal wander, when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. There, across the street, from the hotel I could see what looked like a candy store.

I swear my eyes must have turned into hearts and I nearly pressed myself up against the window, except for the fact that I didn't' want to upset anyone by creating smudges. I would have told the person at the front desk I was leaving, but after a quick glance I noticed no one was there. They must have taken their break or went to the bathroom or something. I had no idea when they'd be back and it was just across the street!

Feeling a little daring I dashed out the doors and waited patiently to cross. The store was exactly what I thought it would be and I squealed with joy before stepping inside to gawk. I didn't bring any money with me so I couldn't actually by anything, but just smelling the sugar and looking at all the bright colors was enough for me. I wish I had some paper so I could sketch the sight. I settled for whipping out my phone and taking some pictures so I could attempt recreating it in pencil paper form later.

I wasn't looking where I was going and nearly tripped over a little kid.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I started, my voice drifting off quietly as it often did when talking to strangers. "I didn't see you there…are you alright!"

"Oh yeah I'm just fine don't worry about it!" The small blonde child stated smiling up at me. He had the brownest eyes and if I didn't know nay better I would say that there were flowers following him. Next to him was a tall boy who looked to be around 17 or 18, he had darker skin and black hair. He was extremely silent and just nodded in my direction as a way to accept the apology. My mouth slightly open at the odd sight, I nodded in return. The young boy was now stacking nearly the entire story of candy on the counter.

My mouth nearly hit the ground – there was no way he could afford all that! And no way would his parents let him have that. Sweat dropping and gapping like a fish I watched as he bought out half the store and the tall teenage boy carried it all out the door, the blonde skipping in front of him humming a little tune.

For some odd reason, the encounter exhausted me and I figured I best head back to the hotel for the rest of the day.

In the room I sat on my bed with a clipboard, paper, and pencil. I wanted to sketch the candy shop and did a couple rough drafts, but the only one I finished was of the boy stacking all the candy on the counter. Unfortunately I couldn't remember exactly what the child looked like, or the stoic man that was standing by his side patiently, so I suppose you could say it wasn't entirely finished, there were gaps in the faces, just the body shapes drawn and the background colored in.

Too bad I would never see them again.

I flopped flat on my back and let out a huff. I spent the rest of the day flipping through TV channels.

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Tuesday

Dad and I would be going to Ginza today. We were just going to window shop at higher end stores. I was hoping I could find some things to take pictures of and draw later. Chances are there wouldn't be anything we could afford per say, but it'd be fun to look and dad knew that's what I wanted to do.

It was a twenty two minute walk from Bunkyo to Ginza but it was worth it to see the shops on the way. We both had our phones on us in case we got split up, and of course, for me to take pictures of interesting things.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow we got separated. We were walked around a fairly crowded shop when I spotted something interesting. I mentioned to my father that I wanted to observe and take a picture. Over the noise of the crowd he must not have heard me because when I was satisfied and turned my head to tell him we could go, there was no one there.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to keep from panicking. Chill Bee. I told myself. How do you expect to survive in Japan alone if you freak out from losing your father. There is a simple solution to this. Just grab your cell phone and call him, is that so difficult? No. It wasn't. I quickly reached for the phone I had just placed in my pocket less then ten seconds earlier. I brought it up with a lot of speed and a weak grip that when a passerby accidently knocked my elbow my phone went flying.

I didn't have time to hear them apologize as I desperately was searching the ground for the general area I saw it fall in. Good going Genius. I commented dryly. Oh come on, it was an accident AND TECHNICALLY NOT MY FAULT! I defended myself too… myself.

Yes. I talked to myself, more often the not. Its like half of me takes on side of an argument and the other half picks the other. In the past it has caused concern for my metal health, many hilarious jokes, not very lonely nights, and of course, greater insight into any possible question or situation because I attacked it from all angles.

But enough of that, I NEEDED to find my phone it was my only connection to dad.

That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder and, startled, I jumped.

"Sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." A smooth voice responded. I glanced up; I'm talking 9 inches taller then me up, and amber eyes met amethyst. This guy was 6 ft tall with the most exotic eyes and light blonde locks, similar to the boy I met in the candy story the other day, and for a brief moment I wondered if they were related.

"Are you looking for something?" It sounded like more of a statement, but he said it in the most polite way. He was being a perfect gentleman.

"Yes!" I looked up at him hopefully after a brief pause. "I dropped my phone! , well… I didn't really drop it, it just got knocked out of my hand … well I mean it is lost its just not my fault … well, yes I'm looking for my phone." I explained in a rush. Half of the conversation had just been bits and pieces from the separate sides of argument currently going on my head, and more said to myself as a verbal debate then an explanation to him.

"Does it look like this." He asked holding my I-phone 4 incased in its soft light blue case.

"Yes!" I swear my eyes must have been sparkling. "Thanks. " I bowed deeply briefly before rising back up and nearly crying at the sight of my connection to my father. "I'm such a klutz sometimes."

"Pardon me, princess, but I thought you said it wasn't your fault." The boy's velvety voice floated back to my ears and sprung me out of my revere.

"Well it wasn't, but it kind of was – its hard to explain. " I summarized not wanting to get into to much detail of such a trivial matter. It's not like I'd see this guy around again anyway. If I was going to, I would have asked him to never call me princess again.

How I hate pet names. Their cute on others, I just never sits well with me when people give me pet names.

"It was my pleasure. If you don't mind me asking, are you here all alone? Your voice sounds foreign so I'm guessing your not from around here…" He let the sentence trail off leaving room for me to fill in the rest.

" Oh I'm here with my dad. I'm from America actually… see I'm going to take a school entrance exam so…. Yeah." I finished a little awkwardly. Just like everything else you do. Oh hush up.

"Ah, I see. Well good luck on your exam, if you're not familiar with how difficult they can be, you may need it." I might have taken that as an insult, but the way he smiled at the end seemed so genuine I don't think he noticed that I might have found that insulting. I wonder… if this guy is… dense? I brushed off the thought. It didn't matter anyway.

"Thanks…" I waited a bit expecting him to leave. "Um… why are you still here?" I asked as nicely as I could.

"Well I'm not going to leave you all alone until you're with your dad again." He stated simply.

"Oh." With that I figured I should stop blocking the walkway and find a place to sit down and call my father. Looking at my phone I saw a few missed calls from him already. "Crap he must be so regretting taking me to Japan." I said it to myself but I don't doubt he heard it. "You don't happen to know a good place to sit down… where you don't have to pay for anything … do you?"

He just told me to follow him and before I knew it he led me to a small fancy looking café that would be recognizable enough to direct my dad too. Unfortunately you had to buy something to sit down, so I just ordered a water and he ordered himself a frappe, so I suppose it wasn't that unfortunate.

After my dad gave me a very stern talking to and I cheekily argued my defense I was able to direct him to where I was and he said he would try to get there in around ten minutes. Meanwhile I had some time to kill with Mr beautiful blonde charming across from me.

"Sooooo…." I started, twirling the ice around the water with my straw. "I suppose I should ask the name of the savior of my phone." I picked up the glass to take a sip.

"Suoh Tamaki." He stated, extending his hand to me. Chocked on my water and began coughing. He looked like he was about to get up to help me but I just held up my hand as a gesture for him to stay put.

Once I caught my breath I was able to ask the question on the tip of my tongue. "Do you mean Suoh as in Suoh Enterprises Suoh?" His laugh was light and charming; much like the rest of him seemed to be.

" Yes, what other kind of Suoh would I be?" He asked nonchalantly.

"So –" I wasn't quite caught up from my shock yet, my eyes much have been as wide as saucers. I shouldn't tell him my dad is in a company that's a partner of his… I don't want that to affect anything… man. And my dad met his! This is so weird… but…. Exciting. I felt an odd twist in my stomach as I thought about the irony of all of this. " So you're like really rich?" Was what came out of my mouth.

"Well of course…" his voice took on a new more child like tone of curiosity and disbelief as he stared at me a little closer. "Are you…you're a commoner aren't you!" Commoner? What is this Victorian England? His gaze got even more scrutinizing and I was utterly shocked at how his entire demeanor changed. His eyes were sparkling and hand gestures began flying. "Yes, I can tell from your clothing that you are indeed a commoner. You poor thing, how did I not see this before?!" Mid rant about how 'poor' I was he turned back to me and questioned, "Well what are you doing here?"

Without thinking that his question actually meant the way out of my price range shopping mall I assumed he meant Japan, which as I already told him earlier I was "Here to apply for Ouran…"

"OURAN! You're aiming for that scholarship aren't you! You poor soul you, so desperate to achieve your dream your going to such great lengths, going to a foreign country for the first time, how awful the travel must have been! Don't worry~ don't give up! I believe in you!" I want the gentleman back… a small voice cried quietly in the back of my head while the rest of me just stared at him gripping my hands tightly across the table as if I had just told him I was fighting cancer. The hand gestures and strange new attitude were enough to handle but all these dramatic assumptions were making my head spin.

"Yeah… I am…. But it wasn't uncomfortable." Not really, just got sore from sitting down so long…

"You poorest commoner! You are so self-sacrificing, holding back your discomfort. But where are my manners, you might not even know what comfort is!" And so it continued on until my father showed up. As soon as he did, Tamaki, with over exaggerated tears streaming down his eyes, shook my fathers hand and started a whole new speech on how amazing his struggle must have been to get me over here to take the Ouran entrance exams.

He made it sound like a Shakespearean tragedy.

"Well, I hope to see you in school princess!" He stated before walking off, leaving a very stunned, speechless, and utterly confused father and daughter pair in a café.

It wasn't until I was back in the hotel that I realized he called me that terrible nickname again, and also started wondering if that was some kind of gentleman façade. It wouldn't stop bugging me and I had a restless nights sleep. But even more then that, his parting words, "Hope to see you in school"

Don't tell me...he goes to Ouran. I nearly face palmed myself. Of course he goes to Ouran, his dad must have recommended the school so highly because it was only the best of the best for his son, although it still didn't explain why his rivalry was so intense with Lobelia as to care about whether or not I went there. Well if he already attended Ouran then it must mean he's a year older then me…. Maybe I wouldn't run into him…

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Wednesday

After my last odd experience with the locals I was a bit afraid to leave my hotel room … but even more then that… I was excited. This was an adventure, this is something I had been looking for. Change was always scary, and this was a lot of change at once. If the past couple days proved anything to me, I was in over my head in certain aspects, but that just made me more determined to push past the odds and succeed.

With that said, I just wanted to spend the day in the hotel studying for tomorrows exams. I had been studying every day when I wasn't out and about exploring, but today I wanted to buckle down and do some cramming. My dad had another business meeting today so it worked itself out. He'd have more work to get done tomorrow as well so he'd drop me off at Ouran to take the exam and let me tour the school the rest of the day before coming to get me after work was over.

Cram. Cram. Cram. Was the only thing going through my head.

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Thursday

All had gone as planned, the test had been intense. I was just glad it was over. I hadn't done much touring so far, I was just leaning back against my chair breathing. The other examinees had left to tour so as far as I knew I was the only one left.

I had no idea if I did well enough to get a scholarship. I had triple checked my answers, but I've been known to still make mistakes. Despite the fact that I was confident about my answers my stomach was tied in knots just thinking about being turned down. What if all of this had been for nothing?

The sound of footsteps caused my head to turn and see a girl around my age walking by. Apparently I wasn't all alone. As she walked by I happened to notice she was quite pretty and petite. She wore a uniform that I was guessing was from her middle school. For a second I wondered to myself if she was having the same worries as me. I must have said something aloud along the lines of "how do you feel about the test?" because the next thing I know she was looking at me and giving a small smile.

"I think I did all right. I've been working really hard for this so if I didn't have any confidence then I'd be worried."

"so, you're not concerned at all?" I questioned.

"Well… I wouldn't say that." Her voice was melodic, but not too feminine. It was one of those deeper girl voices that was pleasant to the ear. "I'm not expecting anything , but at the same time I've worked hard and no matter the outcome I'm proud of what I've done." I found myself smiling back at her.

"That… that is a really calming thought. Thanks for that."

"No problem." She said although she didn't move from her spot. "say ummm…"

"Bee."

"Bee. You want to look around the school together?" I gathered my bearing rather quickly this time. It seems my reaction to surprises had sped up ever since coming to Japan.

"Sure."

And we ended up talking quite a bit. Once my nerves were calmed down some more I was able to bring myself up to the same level of maturity as her… oddly enough I tended to do that around people. Drop or raise my maturity level to match the people I was around or if I just felt like it. Not always, but sometimes, and this happened to be one of those times.

I had a really good time with her and found myself hoping she got the scholarship, until I realized that wasn't possible. We both needed the free ride, which meant we were rivals.

From what my dad had told me Mr. Suoh had said if you got the academic scholarship you had to be top of your class, which meant only one of us could get it if we had to be number one. It was a saddening thought, but we both wished each other luck when we parted.

It wasn't until I was telling my dad about how I spent my time that I remembered I forgot to ask her name. I nearly face palmed myself.

Oh wait. I actually did this time. Owwww…..

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Friday

The rumble of the airplane getting ready for take off reminded me oddly of the feeling of a mother shaking their child awake from a dream. We wouldn't be getting my results until later in the year and if all went well then on April 1st I'd be attending Ouran.

As I glanced out one last time at Japan before departure I couldn't help but feel this wasn't a goodbye. It was a 'see you later'.

"Ja, matte." I whispered.

Ouran Academy, get ready. Bee's coming for you!