And here it is, my new idea. I'm starting this now because I really think it will help with me writing one of my other fics, since that's all I've been letting myself work on recently. Which is bad for my motivation.

Anyway, this story was semi-influenced by the other Ouran/WEWY crossover on the site, and since I didn't really like that story I decided to do my own. So, the overall plot may seem a little similar, but trust me when I say it isn't.

Wow, I seem to like WEWY crossovers… first the Narnia books and now this… Anyway, I hope that you enjoy.

I own no characters, pins, places or references to past events in this book, and will never seriously claim to do so. Unless something completely random happens and I get given the copyright.

The train slowed as it approached the station, and Neku looked up from his lap, disturbed from the music he'd been listening to. He quickly stood, pulling his bag down from the overhead storage, and walked to the back of the train as the train pulled into the station, hitting the button to open the door as it stopped and stepping out.

The station he'd arrived at was nothing like where he left. In Shibuya the station was dirty, with graffiti both beautiful and ugly, litter, a lot of noise from the bus station behind and very few people. Here it was much cleaner, and air conditioned once he passes into the station building. There were also a lot more people. He pulled a note out of his pocket and skimmed it briefly, then looked around.

"I'm supposed to be going… There." He muttered, spotting a sign directing him to the short stay car park where apparently a car was waiting for him. It annoyed him a little, he was being treated like a celebrity when all he'd done was get a scholarship, but it also flattered him. Even if the man holding a sign with his name written on it was dressed like a Western butler. And if the car he was lead to was an elaborate black Rolls Royce, complete with tinted windows.

He climbed in, taking a seat on ridiculously comfortable leather seats, as the butler/chauffeur took his bag to the boot before climbing into the front. He noticed a note on a small table-like structure opposite the door and picked it up.

Dear Sakuraba Neku,

I apologize for not being able to greet you upon your arrival. I am afraid that some matters have come up regarding your scholarship, but I am already working on fixing these mistakes. I assure you that you will still have your place at Ouran Academy when term starts.

In the meantime, my son will be the first to welcome you. If he does not greet you in a proper manner, please make sure that you let the head maid, Shima, know. She will sort out any problems regarding your room and your stay. I hope that you will be able to get along with Tamaki.

I will look forwards to meeting you on the first day of term, something I have personally noted on my calendar. I pray that you do not mind that I have not been able to greet you, and I look forwards to meeting you. In the meantime, feel free to try anything in the compartment below.

With kind regards, Chairman Suoh Yuzuru

Neku sighed, putting down the letter. He didn't mind too much, he probably wouldn't have gotten so used to the car by now if there had been someone else there. He couldn't feel a bump in the road through all of the padding. He couldn't even hear the car.

Curious, he looked at the table and found that it did have a handle. He pulled it open, and found a small fridge, containing several bottles of expensive looking wine, spirits and mineral water, along with small plates of caviar and some other expensive delicacies, some of which Neku couldn't even name. Strangely, there was a plate with Ootoro tucked into the fridge, looking somewhat out of place among the rest of the dishes.

After a little looking, Neku felt his stomach rumble. It had been over six hours since he'd last eaten, so he pulled out a small plate of assorted sushi, finding a drawer above the fridge with several pairs of cherry wood chopsticks, along with several other sets of fine cutlery. Neku was starting to think he'd find some fine bone china next, then looked at the plate and realized he was holding a piece already.

After a few seconds of adjusting to the knowledge of just what the Suoh family could afford, he took the chopsticks in hand and picked out a random piece of sushi, eating it without looking. He was surprised by how must taste it had, but quickly got over that and swallowed, enjoying that piece even as he picked up another. Maybe it was just that he was really hunger, but the sushi he was eating was the best he ever had.

He finished the sushi, and was looking for a place to put the plate when the car door opened. He hadn't even noticed the car stop. He climbed out, leaving the plate and chopsticks on the disguised mini-fridge, and almost tripped when he saw the mansion in front of him, a large, grand building with uncountable windows over at least four stories. He would see gardens behind, but who knew how many acres. Turning, he saw that the front garden was not so large, but no less as impressive as the house itself, flowers and trees and bushes and ponds all arranged for both beauty and security.

Neku gulped slightly as he stepped out of the car, wondering just how the teen who lived in this house would react to him as the doors began to open.

"Welcome to the Suoh's second mansion, Master Sakuraba" A maid spoke as Neku entered the building, looking around at the Western décor as he driver carried in his luggage, passing it to a valet who stood by the door. "Would you like a tour of the building, or would you like to meet Master Tamaki? Or maybe you would like to see the choice of rooms we have prepared for you?" She offered.

Neku didn't answer for a second, not quite registering the question. He was still staring at the beauty of the hallway he was in. I really have to stop doing this… He thought, snapping him out of his stupor. "Could I see the rooms?" He asked.

"Certainly. Please, follow me." The maid smiled, then turned, leading Neku to the end of the hall, through another hall, and up a staircase until they reached a corridor with five doors on either side, each about ten meters apart from each other. "This room is occupied by Master Tamaki, who is currently still waking up." The maid giggled slightly, then continued. "All other rooms are available on this corridor. If you wish for a little more solitude, we can have a room made ready for you elsewhere in the mansion." She smiled. "I will leave you to choose. Junpei here will guide you to the other rooms should you wish to see them, and otherwise will assist you in making sure your room is as you want it."

Neku nodded, unsure what to say as the maid left. Junpei stood there, holding Neku's bad in one hand, looking straight at Neku with a small hint of a smile. "Umm… What's this Tamaki like?" He eventually asked.

The valet didn't react for a moment, as if he didn't realize he'd been asked a question. Then his smile grew slightly and he replied. "He's… interesting." Junpei said, picking his words carefully. "He has a powerful voice, and he has an interesting view on Japanese culture." Neku nodded as he opened a door, looking into the room before quickly shutting it again. He never thought he'd be so shocked by the colour pink. "That room was one of Master Tamaki's ideas…" Junpei looked at the door. "I think you would like the room two doors down from that one."

Neku walked to the door and opened it. The valet was right, it was his sort of room. The room was large enough to be too large, but it didn't feel like it with what there was within. The walls were varying shades of purple, with a soft, deep blue rug stretching across the floor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, lit by a switch beside the door. A door on one side lay open, revealing a large ensuite bathroom that looked to be the size of his bedroom at home. Another door lay in the corner, this one closed. Three windows reached from floor to ceiling, lighting the room beautifully and showing the queen-sized bed and the many other luxuries that were around the room, including what looked like a dumb waiter shaft and a lounge area.

"Is this to your liking?" Junpei asked, startling Neku.

"Yeah…" He wondered briefly if the last couple of months had been a dream, and he'd wake up and find he wasn't really here.

"Then allow me to unpack." The valet carried Neku's bag over to the far door, opening it and heading in. Following him, Neku found a walk-in wardrobe. "Your uniform will be freshly pressed on the first day of term. However, if you would be willing, we would like to ensure that we have not made a mistake with the size."

Neku didn't disagree, and after trying on his new uniform and finding it to be a perfect fit, there was only one thing left in the bag.

"Where would you like this?" Junpei asked, holding a medium-sized tin box, slightly dented and very scratched.

"Next to the bed." Neku said looking around. As Junpei was placing the tin, shifting it a little to try to make it look like it belonged in the room, the door opened. Neku turned to see a tall, blonde teen standing in the doorway, wearing a formal shirt and black trousers and socks.

"Ah, you must be Neku."

"And you must be Suoh."

"Call me Tamaki, please."

"Okay then…" Neku looked a little uncertain, which was a feeling that increased when Tamaki ran across the room, pretty much flying in to hug him.

"Oh, Neku! I'm so glad to meet you! I've always wanted to meet someone from Shibuya! I've never gotten to go here, what's it like? What are the fashions like there? Do you have a kotatsu? What are…?" Neku tuned out the questions flying at him, seeing Junpei give him an apologetic look before leaving.

"… Can you be quiet?" Neku asked.

"Oh, sorry, was I shouting? I'm so sorry Neku! That's no way to greet you! I know, you should join the club I run at Ouran! It's really fun! It's a Ho…" Again, Neku tuned out the rant.

And I thought Shiki talked a lot. Neku sighed. What have I gotten myself into…?

I didn't really describe the car, so for the record it's like the inside of a limo. Just shorter. There are seats at the back and along the sides. Slightly longer than a typical car as well.

And there we go, chapter one. I hope that you guys enjoyed it, I have to say that it was fun to write. I'm really looking forwards to writing more of this story, especially now that I know what's going to happen. I've had this idea for a long time, but I was never able to figure out what could happen in two chapters. Now though, it's working. So I hope that you enjoy the rest of the story. And don't worry, Tamaki isn't going to always be in 'annoying mode'. Not always, at least.

Gah! I had so much grief finding out Shima's name...