Wow, I got reviews! I'm so happy, so thank you to everyone.

As I was writing this, I realized that I had inadvertently used some ideas from the movie Catch Me If You Can. I totally did not realize that. Wow...I hope I don't use anything else...

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.

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"Kyouya! Kyouya!"

Sitting quietly at his desk, eighteen-year-old Ohtori Kyouya did not even have to look up to see who was calling out his name.

From the excitement he heard in the voice and from the first-name familiarity, Kyouya knew instantly that it was his friend, Tamaki.

They were in their last year of school together, at Ouran Private Academy. And on this particular day, Kyouya had promised to go with Tamaki to a private dinner, honoring his father on his induction as a lifelong member of the Business Society. The Business Society was one of the most prestigious names in the business world; it took years and years of hard work before even being considered as a nomination of membership.

For Chairman Suoh, Tamaki's father, to be granted such as honor was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

And Kyouya had been invited to the induction ceremony.

Personally, he felt that this was good timing. His father, Ohtori Yoshio, had yet to name his heir, and meeting some new prospective partners in this time period might be beneficial to him. So he had readily accepted Tamaki's kind offer.

Although Tamaki was technically an illegitimate child, he was the only son in the Suoh family, and Kyouya assumed that he would be the heir no matter what. His grandmother was not immortal, and once she was gone…then Tamaki would have no opposition whatsoever.

However, Kyouya would learn that his friend had some other plans in his mind.

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The whole affair was somewhat tedious, however the merits hidden were astronomical. Kyouya had already spoken to several big-time CEOs who expressed interest in partnership with the Ohtori name, and this was to Kyouya the best wish he could ever want.

When Chairman Suoh made his speech, he had clapped his hands politely. Meanwhile, Tamaki was more expressive – he had stood up, tears building around his blue eyes, and had even run up the stage to give his father a warm embrace.

The audience loved it, the applause getting louder and louder.

Father and son stood on stage, smiling at one another. And then it hit Kyouya. He could not remember one time when his father had embraced him in front of others. The kind of bond that Tamaki had with his father was something Kyouya would never get.

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The next day was a Sunday, a day Kyouya relished because he could sleep in all day, with no one to bother him…

RING! RING! RING!!!

No matter how sound asleep he was, he would always hear that horrible shrill of a phone. Groaning, he tried to hide under his covers, attempting futilely to block out the phone. It kept ringing and ringing.

Slowly, Kyouya sat up and rubbed his eyes. Incredible annoyed, he wondered who it could be. Normally, all calls to the mansion had to go through the main phone before it could be transferred to his private line. Obviously, this caller had no sense of privacy or manners, yet was familiar enough with the staff to be let through.

The phone rang with no intent of stopping.

He put on his glasses and realized the one person it could be. The clock on his wall read, '7:47.'

For the love of God…Kyouya slowly reached for the phone. Someday, I'm going to kill that bastard Tamaki.

"Hello?" He said into the phone, deciding to not hide his fury.

"Kyouya? I'm sorry that I called you this early. I know you usually don't like that, but I really need you to come with me and um, I'll come to your house. I'll be there in…twenty minutes. Please Kyouya? I need a favor." Tamaki's voice was panicky and fast. Kyouya's grogginess did not even register half of what Tamaki said.

And before Kyouya could even answer, Tamaki hung up.

He stared at the phone for a few moments and tried to think clearly. Then his face turned dark with rage. That bastard…

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Despite his anger, Kyouya did eventually get up, and by the time he had finished dressing, Tamaki was already outside his bedroom door, banging loudly. With clear distaste, Kyouya gave himself a mental note to tell Tachibana to get thicker doors.

"Come in," he said.

Tamaki slammed open the door and ran to his friend. "Kyouya, Kyouya, you have to come with me. I need to do something, but I can't do it alone. I need your help."

He had latched his arm onto Kyouya, who shook it off. "This better be good."

Tamaki nodded. "I'll tell you in the car."

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A long black limo awaited Kyouya and Tamaki outside. A chauffeur opened the door, and the two stepped in.

"So what brings you to my home at the godforsaken hour of 8:10? You do know that it is 8:10, right?" Kyouya said.

In the seat next to him, Tamaki shifted uneasily. "Actually, I'm going to tell you something, and…stop me when you don't know something."

"I sincerely hope that this isn't something idiotic."

"Kyouya! Just hear me out!" Tamaki pouted.

Then he looked out the window. "Our family hasn't been doing as well as it sounds. Sure, everything looks wonderful on the surface, but really, it isn't that good. My father's induction into the Business Society was more of an act than a real performance. A kind of cover-up. It's not that my father does not deserve to be a member, but our company has been losing a lot of money lately. I'm sure you know of all of this."

Kyouya knew. Of course, the declining performance of a rival company was good news for his family, but that rival company was his friend. "Go on."

"My grandmother has always opposed my becoming heir for my father. With the way things are right now, my chance is almost decidedly gone. Her logic is that…if my father cannot manage the company, would an illegitimate son do any better? I…am not sure. Of course I have thought about becoming heir…but I am not sure if that is what I truly want to do."

"What does this have to do with me?" Kyouya asked. "Seeing as I am technically your enemy, belonging to a rival family."

Tamaki gave a weak smile. "I'm getting there. A few years ago, I dreamed fantasies that perhaps that I could find a different profession. Besides, with my looks, I could be a model! Or a movie star! But now that I think about it, I probably will not, but that does not mean I can't use my looks."

"And I'm assuming your looks have something to do with me?"

"Yes, it does. My family is losing most of its money; I can't deny that. Whether I would be a better leader than my father I do not know. But I do know that I'll need to supply money to my family to avoid destitution."

"You mean get a job?"

"Not just any job," Tamaki said.

"And what job is that?"

"You'll see."

The car drove through the still city; very few cars were out. "By the way, where are we going?" Kyouya asked.

"Japan Post Bank," Tamaki said simply.

Japan Post Bank, the largest bank in the world, was worth around 3,500 billion yen ($3.2 trillion U.S.). Kyouya did a double take. "A bank?" He hadn't expected to be going there of all places.

By now it was nearing 8:30, the streets beginning to get busy from morning traffic. The limo's speed gradually decreased, coming to a stop in front of their destination.

"This isn't Japan Post Bank."

"Of course, we cannot go into a famous bank wearing street clothes. We'll need more formal attire," Tamaki answered. The driver got out and opened the back door.

When Kyouya got out, he saw that they were in front of a tux-renting store. Unfortunately, the store was closed.

"We already have formal attire. If perhaps you had told me that earlier, we could have gotten that from my house. Besides, the place is closed."

"As could I. But this will be a test."

"A test of what?"

A barred gate blocked the front door to the store. Peering through, Tamaki could see the silhouette of a woman employee getting ready to open the shop.

He knocked loudly, getting the woman's attention.

Can't people learn to read signs? It says so very clearly in the front. The woman sighed. However, when she slightly opened the door she saw a blonde man standing in front of a dark-haired man. She slightly gushed; the two were handsome.

"I'm sorry, the store doesn't open until 9:30," she said in a monotonous tone.

"Ah, how horrible." The blonde man made an exasperated motion. "Please, madam, my friend and I are in dire situation. We are in need of two of your finest suits. So if you would be so kind as to-"

"I'm sorry." The woman cut him off. "Come back in an hour, and we'll be open then."

"Ah, but madam." The man looked deeply distressed, as if debating whether to tell her something. "My friend and I are on our way for the funeral of a very dear friend. We are in desperate need of suits."

"No. I'm sorry, but we're closed."

Tamaki's eyes pleaded with her; she tried her best to ignore it. When he saw that it did not work, he asked, "May I ask for your name?"

"Ah…um, my name is Kanako."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Kanako-san," the man said politely. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a gold bracelet. "I'm sorry, but did you drop this in the parking lot? I think it might be yours."

She eyed the gold bracelet and the two men. They certainly seemed sincere enough; they were definitely good looking. Besides, it was a gold bracelet… She smiled as sweetly as she could. "Actually, yes...that is."

Slowly, Kanako unlocked the bar gates of the store, and let the men inside. When they walked in, she could have sworn that she saw a look of bewilderment on the bespectacled man.

Ten minutes later, Tamaki and Kyouya were back in the limo, each carrying a bag with clothes.

The limo lurched forward, this time to Japan Post Bank.

"What was that for?" Kyouya asked. "The bracelet? That was obviously fake."

"As always, your eye for these details is acute. Don't you see? A commoner sees it as a win-win situation. She's getting it for free, after all."

"Wait. You're planning to go into some sort of job by using chivalry to get what you want?" Kyouya asked.

"This is only the beginning. Like I said, the getting the suit part was just the beginning. Trust me on this Kyouya." Tamaki tore open the bag and reached in. "Let's change now. We need to switch clothes before we get to the bank."

Without a shred of trust in his strange friend, Kyouya put on the suit. And for the first time in his life, he was confused.

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"What were the suits for, Father?" Akari asked, deeply interested.

Kyouya looked at the clock. It was almost ten thirty. "It's getting late. I'll stop here."

"Aw...but I want to know..."

He smiled at his daughter. "Well, while I am pleased to know my story isn't making you fall asleep, it's getting late. I'll you what happened tomorrow."

"...Promise?"

"Of course."

And so, Akari went to sleep, dreaming up the possibilites of her father's story. A wondrous and fantastic story of handsome men and suits...

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How did I do? I think Kyouya might have been a bit OOC, since he usually knows what's going on. Maybe because he's still sleepy? I don't know. I'll try to make it better next chapter. If you notice something wrong with the way they're acting, please tell me so I can change it.

Haruhi doesn't come in until maybe chapter 4 or 5? I don't know. For now, it's mostly Tamaki and Kyouya. Also, they go to Ouran, but there isn't a Host Club. Haruhi does not go to Ouran. I'm not sure how the others will be in the story, but I want to incorporate them beause it'll be fun.

So where is Tamaki leading Kyouya? What is going on?

Please review! All suggestions welcome.