Ellie: Hi everyone! Sorry it took a while to update, I'm simply DROWNING in school work. You know, the usual. Cramming all your work in before the deadlines... So many fond memories, right? Anyways, here is chapter 5 of ouran's samurai!

I heard the door click, and turned around to face Nana, who looked at me with a questioning look.

"What?"

"Kyouya's fiancé? Kimi, there is definitely a whole LOT your not telling me. Perhaps you would like to elaborate?"

"There's nothing more to explain. Kyouya and I have been agreed to be married, we've accepted it a long time ago," I sighed with a weak smile, I knew explaining it to her would be a fruitless endeavor. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with sympathy.

"But Kimi…"

"Listen, we'll talk about it later okay?"

"Kimi, why are you so willing to become a pawn for your parents?"

"I'm not their pawn; I graciously accepted the offer that my parents gave me! I owe them, it's the very least I could do considering what a burden I've been to them."

"But Kimi that doesn't mean—"

"No Nana, I'm done talking about this."

I stormed around her, making my way down the elegant staircase, quickly tucking ear buds into my ears, letting my tears stream down my cheeks. Yes, I knew I was a pawn for my parents, carrying on the family business, marrying a boy for the sake of keeping my parents happy. I envied Nana at the thought that she could find a boy who would make her happy, a boy only she could choose and no one else. It was the curse of being an only child. A sickly, lonely, single child.

I mentally hit myself. Keep it together Kimi, your not allowed to have these moments of doubt! You're weak as it is, stop it! I roughly wiped the tears from my cheeks, and took the ear buds out, plastering a smile across my face. I stepped out of the doors of Ouran, waving to my chauffer. You'll be fine…

I dropped Nana off at her house and she left the limo with a look of regret tinged with sadness. I knew why. I rode the rest of the ride back to my home in a cold silence. My parents were away for several weeks on a business excursion in Germany, so I had the estate to myself.

Walking through the grand foyer, I threw my bag carelessly to the floor, letting the contents spill across the floor. Oh well. I'll clean it later. It was a Friday afternoon, so I didn't have to worry about cleaning it until Sunday night. I threw off my school shoes, leaving a dysfunctional mess right next the coat rack. I strode confidently across the tiles, down my hallway and took the first right, into the kitchen.

I grinned to myself, and walked right over to the fridge, opening it to see a gracious line of liquors huddled amongst the shelves. I anxiously bit my lip, trying to overcome my desire to drink. It was always a fight, it was with me everyday. I shook my head, reminding myself about my argument with Nana earlier. I really was a pawn. Marrying the person I love? Yeah right. I grabbed a can of beer. Well, it could have been worse. It's not like Kyouya's the most hideous boy that walked the Earth. In fact, he was pretty damn good looking. It's just… I don't love him…

I sat down at one of the kitchen stools, propping my head up while my elbows rested on the cool marble counter. I thought back to Nana's look she gave me before she left the limo. I let out a sigh, recalling that she knew what I was going to do, and yet had no intentions of stopping me. I gingerly opened my can, anxious someone would hear. I quickly remembered nobody's listening to you, Kimi. I took a large gulp of the cold soothing liquid, and recalled the day that my parents told me.

"Kimi, listen. Your father and I need to talk to you about something."

"Yes Mom? What is it? I'm working on my math homework." I twiddled my fingers around my hair, while I chewed on my eraser trying to solve the algebra problem.

"Kimi, come downstairs."

It was father calling me now.

I raced down the grand staircase, and whizzed into the living room where my parents sat side by side on the couch.

"Kimi, you remember the Ootori's," My father asked, I nodded slowly, eyeing my parents suspiciously, "and you remember their youngest son, Kyouya? He's only a year older then you."

"Yeah?"

"Kimi, it has been decided that you are going to marry Kyouya Ootori. Our family has always had close ties with them, and since you are our only daughter, we expect you to take over the business once we retire. By marrying Kyouya, he will be able to assist you in your duties as heir to the business, and keep a good name to our family."

I opened my mouth, but no words were coming out. What did he say? After opening and closing my mouth several times, I finally found my words.

"An arranged marriage?" I managed to whisper.

"Yes Kimi, an arranged marriage. We hope that you will be able to succeed us when you are ready, as Kyouya Ootori as a husband."

My lips were moving on their own now.

"Yes father."

I finished my second can, the memories burning away, back the pits of my consciousness. Slowly, a drunken smile spread across my face at the remembrance of his face. Takashi Morinozuka. I giggled quietly to myself, as I sprawled across the couch.

"He's different from the others…" I mumbled to myself, before drifting off into a deep, dark sleep.

Musical Inspiration: Hurricane Drunk , by Florence and the Machine

Dum de dum! the end! I know, the story is kind of taking a turn to the darker side, and it probably will stay on this track for a while. Tell me if its working, or too dramatic, or blah blah blah. Just feedback in general would be highly appreciated. Please read and review!