Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran. *sigh* I wish I did.

Tamaki stepped into the headmaster's office uncertainly. Going to school in a different country, even if he did know the language, still made Tamaki nervous. When he crossed the threshold, the headmaster jumped up as well as he could. Tamaki judged that he was about fifty years old. He was overweight, but that only increased his charm. To Tamaki, he seemed like Santa Claus with a big belly and an even bigger laugh. He had small glasses pushed up to the top of his balding head. "Tamaki Suoh, I presume!" he began. "We are so happy that you decided to join us at the Ouran Middle School. This middle school is one of the best in the country, and it feeds directly into the prestigious Ouran High School. I have a student escort that has offered to show you around. Tamaki Suoh, meet Kyouya Ootori."

A tall boy with glasses stood behind the headmaster's desk. "Welcome, Tamaki Suoh. It's so nice to meet you." His voice was calm and cool. He didn't show any emotion, and Tamaki wasn't sure if he was actually pleased to meet him or if he was being sarcastic. Kyouya stepped out from behind the desk. "Come on, let's go! I'll give you a tour!" he said. Kyouya led Tamaki out of the office.

Tamaki looked up at the tall boy. "Kyouya, I have a question. It's kind of a weird question. Maybe this is a no-brainer for people that live in Japan. Maybe I shouldn't even ask the question in case I seem stupid. Well Kyoua, is my question stupid?"

Who is this guy? Kyouya thought. He's insane. Is this what all French people are like, or just him? If they're all like this, I know that France is now at the top of my "Countries to Avoid" list. He took a deep breath. But my father said that I have to befriend him. And I have to please my father if I have any hope in succeeding him. Kyouya pushed his glasses up. "Tamaki, how am I supposed to know if your question is stupid if you haven't asked it yet?"

"Oh. Oops." Tamaki's face turned pink as he looked up at Kyouya sheepishly. He looked around them, as if checking for spies. "Kyouya," he said in a whisper, "Do you have a kotatsu? Can I use it? Please? Pretty please with a cherry or any other fruit you like on top? PLEASE?"

Kyouya sighed again. It seemed he was beginning to do that more often with Tamaki here. "Tamaki, I don't have a kotatsu. It is a traditional Japanese piece of furniture, but I am not exactly a traditional boy and I do not own a kotatsu."

Tamaki was crestfallen. He turned black and white and went over to sit in a corner. Kyoua recognized the marks of true disappointment and knew that he needed to make Tamaki happy to have him as a friend. "But I will purchase one eventually and I will invite you over when I do."

Tamaki suddenly jumped out his little corner. "Really Kyouya? You would do that for me?" Tamaki suddenly jumped on Kyouya and began rubbing his face against Kyoua's. "Yay yay yay! I get a kotatsu, I get a kotatsu!" he began chanting. "Yay for Kyouya! Monamie! Kyouya! Monamie!"

Kyouya just sighed and looked away.

With Kyouya, Tamaki learned the ways of the Japanese. Kyouya took him to various tourist attractions, and showed him around Ouran and the surrounding city. Tamaki's room began to overflow with souvenirs. He was finally forgetting his sadness and enjoying his time with Kyouya, his new best friend. He did well at school, and impressed all the teachers at the middle school with his grades.

After a month in Japan, Tamaki decided that Kyouya had ample time to buy a kotatsu, so he showed up one afternoon at Kyouya's house. Kyouya was dressed in jeans and a white shirt, and he looked very at ease in his house. When he opened the door, his eyes got big and he stepped back from Tamaki. "If I may be so frank," he asked. "What in the world are you doing here?"

Tamaki was looking around Kyouya, sticking his head into the house and looking around. "W-w-where's your kotatsu?" he stuttered. "I thought you would have it by now!"

Kyouya started laughing. "Tamaki, a kotatsu is only used in winter! I'll get one for you, but I'm going to wait until winter, when we won't boil beneath its thick blankets!"

"Oh. Silly me. I should have guessed. Oh hey, you have a piano! He ran off into the other room, where he had spotted the family's heirloom grand piano. It was merely for decoration, because the Ootori family was much to busy with school and work to even consider playing the piano.

Kyouya shut the front door that Tamaki had forgotten to close, and slowly made his way to his living room. And then he heard the music. The music that Tamaki was playing on the piano was beautiful beyond anything that Kyouya had ever heard before. It brought tears to his eyes as he walked into the living room. And then Kyouya got another shock. For the first time, he saw his two brothers and his father, sitting on the couches, doing nothing but enjoying the music. Whenever anybody else played, his family was always doing something else as well as claiming to listen to the music. He was astounded at the power that Tamaki's music had over his family.

All too soon, Tamaki's song was over, and Kyouya's family seemed to disappear as they all found something important to do. They all kept their heads down, but had they been lifted, Tamaki would have seen tear streaks running down everybody's faces.

Tamaki and Kyouya sat on the couch. "Wow Kyouya, your house is huge! I think it might even be bigger than mine!" He stopped and looked down. "Well, then again, I've never actually been to the main estate. My father lives there and he never comes to see me. I don't think he wants me to be his successor. I'm not sure if I want to either."

As Tamaki looked at Kyouya, he saw his face get redder and redder. Finally, he exploded. "So you just think you can choose not to be the successor? What about those of us that can't succeed our fathers? Have you ever imagined what a lucky position you're in? You don't even have to be your father's legitimate son and you still can inherit his wealth!" Kyouya jumped on top of Tamaki and began trying to punch him. "Dammit Suoh! You bastard! Why do you have to be so lucky? Why? Why? Dammit Suoh, I hate you! I hate you!"

A/N hahaha I think that's the best cliff-hanger I've ever written. All you good Ouran Fans know what comes next though... Anyways, this was my attempt at a humorous chapter. For some reason, I seem to do better with depressing. Which is odd cause I'm not really a depressed person. Hmmmmmm...