I had said before that I was going to collab with my hubby to write a black clover/fairy tail cross over, but school is kicking the poor man's butt and I've had this story stewing for awhile so I'm going to jump on it. It is going to be a bit different of a genre in that it is going to be a Christian romance plus other genres. I debated making Kyomi a Christian like I am myself, but I never could make it fit the story well so I let it be. It fit the story best I think. However, I have a different story in mind for this. If you don't share my faith, no worries. There will be a character or more that will become a Christian as well, but my hope is to try to stay as true to the original characters as I can. My goal with this is to just amuse myself, the same as the last story. I don't intend to try to convert anyone, but feel free to address anything you want. I feel there is a lot that is misunderstood about people who believe in Christ and truly try to live like Him so ask anything! And seriously, I have a laundry list of un-Christian like things I've just done today and if you have read my previous story, Kyomi and myself share many similarities. Although as I told my husband, she was WAY more gracious and patient than I am. She is some of who I aspire to be like😊 So, all that to say, I hope you stick around and give this a chance. If it's not your cup of tea, that's fine too😊 I'd love to hear why you won't stick with it though. I'd love to have things to improve on or characters I need to hone😊 Also, I know little about England and Ireland's peerage, but I have done a little research to hopefully stumble my way through. Anything I get wrong please tell me. These are also COMPLETELY fictional characters I have created outside the Ouran cast. They in no way reflect the actual people who bear these names. I have no idea who they are and are probably lovely people. Thanks!

P.S. Honi, Honey, or other? Let me know. I forget how the manga spelled it but I know its different than the anime subtitles.

OHSHC

Chapter 1

Cecelia Tottenham, daughter of the heir apparent to the Marquessate of Ely in the county of Wexford in Ireland, grew up with her family in Canada. However, she currently was walking home through the streets Wexford, the town she now called home. She had moved to her ancestor's home country after she had abruptly needed to retire from her performance career. She had taken a position teaching music lessons of various instruments in the local school where she had just finished for the day. Cece adjusted the straps on her wrist brace as she walked as she had fastened it too tightly. She hummed to herself as she walked and waved to a few neighbors along her way.

After she had made it back to her 'flat', she changed to more comfortable clothes and then headed out to meet a few coworkers at the Crown Bar around the corner. It was barely a ten minute walk so she didn't bother to put in her headphones. Which is why she missed her father's call until the second attempt. She answered, but only after taking a big sigh to try to mentally prepare for this discussion. "Hi Da, what can I help you with today?" "Cecelia, I need you to sit down a moment. I have some big news." He said. Cece blinked at his tone. He sounded more apologetic than he ever had in his life, even after her incident at the last concert she ever performed.

"Well, I'm walking to the pub to meet with some coworkers so I can't really sit in the middle of the street, you know." Cece attempted some humor with no response. "Just tell me what's going on. I'm going to lose my mind if you don't." A heavy sigh traveled the line.

"You know our resort hasn't been doing very well recently." She hummed in agreement. Her great grandfather and great uncle had been involved in the arts and teaching which is where she learned her own love of music, however her grandfather and father had been in the resort and spa business for decades now and had only recently been struggling. Attempting to expand right before the world shuts down isn't good for any business and it had hit them particularly hard. The up close and personal nature of their line of work understandably made people hesitant to indulge in their services.

"I know. You and Granda have been doing your best. Why do I need to sit down though? Are you selling? Please tell me I'm wrong." Cece had moved to the side of the street to lean against the building out of the way of the rest of the pedestrians.

"We found a partner. He's in Japan so he would be fairly hands off, just double checking what we are doing more or less. He's not as familiar with Canadian markets and wants to eventually expand to the States if at all possible." He said before pausing.

"Dad! That's wonderful! Why don't you sound more excited?" She asked him concerned.

"In Japan, they tend to do business a little differently. They use arranged marriages to solidify business deals like this." Again, pausing. Hesitating. Cece froze processing what that meant. She only had one question as the only daughter of the family.

"Do they have a son or a daughter?" She silently prayed she was wrong. That the Japanese family had a daughter and it would be her brother in the line of fire and not herself. That she was completely and utterly wrong and that her father would be confused with her question.

"They have a son." Was all her father said before she hung up on him. She turned back towards her flat and walked a few blocks; storm clouds gathered on her face. She stopped again at the crosswalk and crossed the street when the light turned. She headed for the shoreline.

It was too cold to take her shoes off and walk in the sand. Who was she kidding, with her mood she would stomp and kick instead. She stormed to her favorite secluded bench tucked between trees off the side of the pier so no one could really see it. Calling it a bench was being generous, it was really a large rock that was the perfect height to sit on.

She plopped down and let the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore overtake the crashing white noise of the rage and confusion in her brain. She had heard of many of the peerage having arranged marriages, but the custom had died out around the time of the world wars. It happened occasionally since, but in this age and especially for someone who wasn't even a peer yet, it was unheard of.

The embarrassment she felt was all consuming. The fact that her family was failing that badly to need that kind of assistance was humiliating, but more importantly, the fact that her father seemed to not even bat an eye at the thought of marrying his only daughter to a stranger from another country. "What faith do they even believe over there?" She mumbled to herself. She pulled out her phone.

A quick Google search showed her pictures of beautiful shrines steeped in history. Under normal circumstances she would have longed to visit and learn about the history and what shaped their faith to be what it is today. In her current mindset all she could do was groan and plop her head in her hands again. What were they going to teach their children? She jerked her head up. Would they even have children? Would he want that? Would he let her live her faith as she needed? Would he hate her for it?

Christianity didn't always have the best reputation especially worldwide. "Damn Crusaders…" She mumbled to herself again. She grabbed tissues from her purse realizing she had either tears or sea water on her cheeks. She could barely pray. All she could ask was WHY? After what she had been through, why did she have to go through this?

"I mean I know many people have it far worse than I do, but this is a lot for a person you know!" She yell-prayed to the water in front of her. She played angrily with the braces supporting her wrists so her hands could function normally.

"Why? What is your plan here? What is the goal? Are you trying to teach me something? I know You don't cause bad things to happen, but Lord I wish sometimes you hadn't given us the free will to and to inflict that bad on others. People do such stupid hurtful things sometimes." And with that she buried her face in the tissue in her hands and sobbed.

Everything she had prayed for, for her life was now disappearing before her eyes. Her career as a concert pianist, gone at the hands of a crazy ex-boyfriend of a fellow performer. Her home, gone to the company who owned it whom she had been employed to. Her parents had always put the family business before their children's well-being. Her brother was quickly following their father's footsteps in that regard. And now, her hopes of a happy marriage and family are crumbling before her.

She cries harder at that thought. She cries until her tears run out. She laid her head in her palm and just watched the waves, unable to do much else in that moment. She heard in the back of her mind, snippets of verses come to mind. "all things work together for good", "if God is for us who can be against us?", "nothing can separate us from the love of Christ".

She closed her eyes thinking about the verses she had remembered. She let her mind wander back to when her wrists had been irreparably injured. She had actually been in Japan at the time and the doctors at the hospital she had been taken to had worked a miracle. They had been doing research into a new way to reconstruct the hand, wrist and forearm. They had come to her wanting to try this new procedure on her. She was the first and only successful case to date.

She opened her eyes to smile at her wrist braces she had been glaring at all day. They had been a nuisance today more than most others. Her sleeping braces had rubbed wrong and the spot had been irritated and sore all day. Without the braces however, her hands were as weaker than a newborn babies. She was still thankful. She had originally been told that she would never be able to use them again.

She was still able to teach beginning piano even if she couldn't awe her students with her mastery of the instrument like she could have before. She loved working with younger students anyway so the lack of playing ability worked in her favor in this way.

She remembered the young doctor who performed the surgery was kind and very supportive even when she was discouraged in her progress. She hoped she could connect with him again. For a fleeting moment, she fantasied about him being her fiancé, but she quickly remembered he was already married and had a child on the way. In his own reserved way, she could tell that he had been enamored with her. After the initial shock of her situation had worn off, she had thanked God every time he visited that she had been brought to that hospital.

She pulled her thoughts back to the present. "I wonder what he's like…" She said to herself. She silently prayed for her future husband, that they would have a good relationship, build a family, and she prayed most sincerely that he would learn to believe in Him as she did. She knew a relationship with two opposing faiths could make for a terrible home environment. She prayed her family wouldn't experience that situation.

She spoke to God about all her thoughts and feelings, worries and fears, until she ran out of words. She spoke until she had nothing left to say. The sun was setting behind her at this point and she shivered. The temperature was dropping with the sun and she had dressed to spend the evening in a nice warm pub. She sat ramrod straight at that thought.

She pulled her phone out and put a hand over her mouth at the missed calls and texts. She quickly sent a mass text off to her coworkers, something about a family emergency call that had distracted her and then silenced that message group. She then moved to her father's texts. There weren't many, he had rightly guessed she needed some time to process. She was thankful he wasn't worried about her, regardless of her unresolved anger at him putting her in the situation to begin with.

She took a deep breath and prayed for a cool temper and the wisdom of Solomon to deal with her father's ridiculousness. She read on through her father's texts. He apologized, rambled, and continued rambling for a bit, but it was the last part that caught her attention. The name of her fiancé. She squinted at the name for a moment, thinking it looked very familiar for some reason. Then her eyes widened. "Ootori Hospital. Dr. Yuuichi Ootori. They have to be related… Kyoya Ootori…" She wrinkled her nose. "Cecelia Ootori… Lord, I really hope that grows on me…"