Disclaimer~ I DO NOT own Ouran Host Club or any of the Characters. Hope u enjoy, as this is my first time ever writing a story

"Living Life To The Fullest Is True Happiness"

Chapter 1

Christiana's P.O.V.

~Wednesday Afternoon, May 16, Texas~

"Hey! Watch out!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Sir, seriously, move! Your gonna get hit!" She ran as fast as her legs would carry her and got to the old Japanese man just in time as the forklift carrying the pipe drove by. She ran into him so hard, that knocking him down to the gravel dirt made his hard hat come off and his safety glasses fly in a nearby pile of scraps.

Chris pushed herself off him and noticed a scratch on his left cheek and that his neatly pressed suit was covered in soot. Sighing knowing that this meeting was probably now over , she took off her work gloves, brushed off her designer slacks, and held out her hand for the older man to take so she could help him up.

"I am very sorry about that sir," she said slightly bowing her head. She wasn't used to the Japanese manners or customs, but she knew a little from movies and Anime's she had watched.

At that time two of his employees came running from the nearby stretched limo to make sure he was alright, and probably to make sure they still had jobs since they were not there to save him from the dangerous moving contraption.

"Sir are you ok? " one of them asked in Japanese as they handed him back his hard hat.

"Can we get you anything," the other said while finding his safety goggles in the pile.

Christiana took notice at this time, that Mr Ootori was extremely upset and although she had no idea what the two were saying ,she could tell they were furthering his annoyance.

"Should we take you to a nearby hospital." they said in unison.

At this, the old man put his hand up to stop them from continuing on.

"That is quite enough," he said looking at them and responding in English. "Just be thankful that Miss Christiana was here to save me and that she seems to have my safety in her best interest," he paused for a moment before finishing his sentence. " Unlike you two. You should be very lucky you still have a job." The two, who weren't as fluent in English, understood enough to know that they were still employed.

At this, they took the opportunity to bow to Christiana and mutter a "Arigatou gozaimasu" which she could only guess was a Thank you in Japanese. She watched them briskly return to the black limo, to let the driver know that Mr. Ootori was ok.

The older man then turn to face her with a sincere smile and replied in broken English, "Although my pride is hurt quite a bit, I sincerely thank you. Shall we go have lunch to discuss business?" He offered his hand as Chris took her safety gloves off and accepted it.

"Of course sir, that would be lovely. But if you'll just excuse me for a sec, I must acquire a quick audience with the forklift driver," she said with a slight bow letting his hand go.

"Sure I understand," he replied back, "I'll be waiting for you." At that, he turned in the direction of the limo. Halfway there he called Chris's name to inform her that he was fine and to not be too hard at the middle aged employee. She nodded her head in thanks as she took off the rest of her safety gear, and headed to the main office that was in the middle of the yard.

She spotted Greg passing out payroll when she approached him. "Hey you Jack Ass!" she exclaimed as she smacked him on the back of his head with her gloves.

"What the hell Boss!" He yelled back as he rubbed that back of his head. "A hey, how y'all doin' would've been fine." He said in country talk, while trying to back up to put distance between them. Her boiling red rage on the other hand, made her stalk up in his face.

"Greg!" she yelled his name trying to get through to him. She hit him again. "You almost ran over my potential business partner! This lunch meeting can decide whether or not we expand or if you still have jobs next week!" At this she went to her locker, to switch her steel toed boots for black high heeled ones. "So watch where the fuck your going next time."

"Me? He shouldn't had be standing in me way," The Irish country boy responded getting an ice pack from the near by employee kitchen.

"And how many times do I have to tell you guys, wait on Frank to present you with your checks!," She yelled as she grabbed their payroll and slammed it back into her desk drawer.

At that she excused herself from the rest of the shocked roughnecks, mechanics, and welders, and stormed out of the shop.

On her way out, she saw Frank pull up in the companies truck. He was her best and trusted employee. He had been friends with her dad and a worker here at Kaufmann drilling for years. She asked the 50 year old man to call the truck pusher, and make sure their rig move was going well. She then told Frank the incident that occurred, and ordered him to tell Greg to clean the wash bay as a punishment. At that she handed him her key to the locked desk, and told him their paychecks were ready to be distributed. When he hugged her and said "ok Chris, good-luck," she took that as her time to exit the yard and headed for the limo.

"Sir," she said as she got closer, " If you don't mind, I would like to call my school to discuss my absence to the principle while we're driving to lunch." she explained while grabbing her cell phone.

"Of course my dear, I'll make sure the limo is completely in silence as you make your call." He then offered her a warm smile as he opened the door, dismissing his driver to do it, so he could personally hold the limo door open, and then offered his hand as he helped Chris in.

Christiana called the principal and told her that she was on a very important business lunch and would not be able to attend the rest of her afternoon classes. Mrs. Fisher understanding the situation Christiana has been in since 9th grade, told her it was more than fine because she got the highest scores in the whole school on their final exams of the year. After thanking her, Christiana offered her a full tank of gas for her husbands diesel truck. After Mrs. Fisher trying and failing to tell Christiana that it was not necessary, she hung up knowing the principal was thankful.

"You are very kind and still business like." Mr. Ootori said as she put her phone in her backpack, " You handled that very professionally and yet at the same time you were so sincere and wanting to help," He raised an eyebrow in hopes she'd explain.

"Well," she started, " Mrs. Fisher has always been there for me. She's been my guidance and has helped me out of very stressful situations since I was 14. In return I can only hope to show her as much kindness and gratitude that she has shown me," Chris explained while taking her prescription glasses out of its case and putting them on.

She noticed Mr. Ootori push up his own prescription glasses, while waiting for her to finish. "It's like in business, you need to uphold a professional façade so no one steals or learns your business, but all the while still trying to befriend as many as you can and do what you can for those you know who aren't as fortunate. That way if something does go wrong, they won't un-trust or sue you."

Yoshio P.O.V

The old man looked at Christiana with shocked eyes. Never had he met such a young lady with such compassion and intelligence. "She would make a fine wife for one of my sons, " He thought to himself.

"We're here sir," His driver said as they pulled up to a Texas Steakhouse Restaurant. Mr. Ootori's driver Rin, got out and pulled open the door.

"You two," he pointed to his employees, "may go somewhere to eat with Rin, but stay close incase I need you." He handed them a credit card and helped Miss Christiana out.

It's not that he wouldn't have mind if they ate with him, but this was a business meeting. It was not for an employees ALL you can eat appreciation lunch.

"Thank you sir!" They exclaimed in unison in a funny English accent. They bowed their heads before climbing in the limo and driving off in their own quest to find food..

Yoshio chuckled a little to himself as he held the restaurant door open for Christiana. People really were taken aback by his different attitudes and surprising gestures. But this was no time for sternness or fake smiles, he really wanted this to work and get this young girl out of her situation as soon as possible.

Christiana's P.O.V

"Sir, I must inform you that although this is a pricy place, it is far from elegance and glamour. Down here we pride ourselves on originality and comfort." she explained to him as a cute hostess in cut-off jean shorts, cowboy boots, and pink cowboy hat greeted them.

Although he looked a little taken back, he forced a smile on his face and asked the young high school student to show them to a private room. She greeted him back with a warm smile herself and after grabbing a few menus and rolled silverware in paper napkins instead of cloth, she motioned them to follow her, where they passed the restaurants bar to a private party room.

Mr. Ootori pulled out her chair and ordered both of them water with lemon before taking his seat. "Demanding, Dominating," she said to herself as she noticed him order for her.

She was looking at her menu when she heard her Uncles voice speak in German. "Uncle Dierk?" she barely made audible through her lips as she cocked her head to the side and looked at the door where she heard his voice.

He was standing in the doorway on the phone. As he bid the person on the other line a farewell in German, he came in with a huge smile on his face and shook Mr. Ootori's hand.

"Chris my sweet pea! Congratz on your test scores my dear! Your father would have been so proud," he beamed with a big smile on his face and then pulling her into a bear hug. She let go a little flustered and embarrassed ,but didn't try to hide her red blushed face. She loved her Uncle and she embraced the compliments knowing she made him proud.

Dierk's P.O.V

He smiled at his embarrassed niece and couldn't help but feel proud. Once she got away from that asshole, she'd make an amazing life for herself. He sat down at the table and greeted the older man once more.

"Thank you Mr. Ootori once again for meeting me us on such short notice. I can't express how much y'alls company and support will greatly help us in the near future." He said, trying his best to sound professional.

He knew he wasn't like the stuck-ups there in Japan or the high class in Hollywood, and that living in Texas most of his life is what probably shortened his intelligent speech. But he didn't care. He was smart in areas he needed to be, which helped him make a better life for his niece. A promise Dierk made his brother in the hospital before his death. So to him, knowing long hard to spell words wasn't going to help you in life, but knowing how to live life to the fullest was true happiness.

"Not a problem at all," he responded. "After today, your family has saved my life twice." He said with another sincere smile. "It's the least I can do." At that point the old man put his hand to his heart and bowed his head a little at them.

Dierk noticed that when Ootori looked up, he saw Chris's confused face and Dierk's beaming one.

"Yea! I heard bout that," He chuckled looking at Chris again. " Frank called me! Poor Greg was putting an ice pack on his head when I was talking to them on speaker. Ya gave them quite a scare!" He said forgetting his professional speak.

"Well he deserved it!." She screeched. "He should have been watching where he was going!" She huffed a little and crossed her arms over her silk pink dress shirt.

"Umm Chris? Where's your jacket?" He asked her, noticing part of her pant suit missing.

"Back at the yard, " she mumbled, " It got muddy when I fell," she huffed again and Dierk couldn't help but smile. She was soo funny when she tried to get mad, cause it takes all but two minuets for her to relax and be her sweet self again.

"So?" Chris asked Yoshio, " what did you mean when you said we've saved you twice," she asked rather confidently and bluntly.

The old man took a sip of his water and slowly wiped his cheek.

"Damn," Dierk thought to himself, "His manners are amazing. Even in a place like this."

Yoshio's P.O.V

He slowly wiped his cheek with the cheap paper napkin before answering the young lady.

"I was here on a business trip in New York a couple months back, where if you can imagine, I had to be saved by your uncle because a Taxi cab almost ran me over."

He could tell that the young miss was trying with all her might to suppress a laugh. He was thankful she was respectful enough not to embarrass him, but still felt his pride slip more as he saw the huge grin on the grizzly bears face.

"Well, I'm just glad I was at the right place at the right time," Dierk said. The plump 6'2 man shook the table a little as he brought his hand out to pat Yoshio on the back. " That taxi driver though wasn't as lucky!" He exclaimed.

Yoshio remembered screaming at the man and making him apologize, and then called their boss to have him fired! Little did he know that Dierk had called the company back to have that poor family man re-hired!

"Hi I'm Jack! I'll be y'all's waiter this afternoon. Have y'all decided what ya like to order?" a young brunette waiter in white cowboy boots and cowboy hat said while smiling at Christiana.

Yoshio noticed the attractive teenage tall boy eye miss Kaufmann up and down. "Ah raging hormones," he thought to himself. "Luckily, my boys are gentleman and not raging lustful hormonal machines."

"Ah yes," he heard the fat German man say. "We'd like to start off with your Jalapeno Texas Cheese fries and a steak plate for me." He smiled handing the young employee his menu. "Make sure it's rare rare," he replied looking at Yoshio. "I like mine still mooing," he chuckled while giving Mr. Ootori another big pat on the back.

"I'd like steak too please but medium done and your cinnamon apple pie with ice cream for dessert," Christiana replied. She handed him back her menu while looking down at her plate. Yoshio could see the blush on her face and noticed she could feel the young waiters eyes piercing through her.

"I would like to try a steak as well, but please no pink," he demanded sternly, bringing the boys attention back to him while also handing him his menu.

"Of course! I'll have your orders right up!" He exclaimed while re-filling their waters and then exiting to the kitchen.

"You know Chris," Dierk started slowly a little hesitant to go on. "Not all men are like HIM," he said, while looking down at his water with sadness. "It's ok to flirt and experience life. Your dad always said that living life to the fullest is true happiness," he continued finally looking up into Christiana's watery eyes.

'Please Uncle, " she whispered softly, taking off her glasses and letting her long brown hair cover her face as a wall of curtain, "I love you, but lets not talk about it ok?" she asked looking down at her folded hands.

Her blue eyes started watering and you could hear a couple sniffles.

Yoshio actually felt sad for this poor girl. Although he normally wouldn't involve himself in such an emotional situation, he felt different for her. Compelled to help in any way he can. Hearing about it and actually walking in and witnessing it himself had been a huge wide opener for him. That's why he set up this meeting. To get her, as the plump man had said, to discover true happiness.

"Speaking of which," Yoshio said, finally said breaking the silence. Both Christiana and Dierk looked at him with anticipation, "is the reason I have called this little gathering." He took in a deep breath to calm himself before presenting Christiana with his reasoning of this meeting.

"Miss Kaufmann," he began. " This isn't easy for me. I am not an emotional type person, and I NEVER get involved in such dramatics." He could see her confusion in her eyes and the anger in her clenched fists. "However, after witnessing that horrible scene last week," he said shuttering. It was weird for him to be showing emotion, but this was not the time to hide behind his mask of poise and manners. "I couldn't bare to leave for Japan without knowing your ok." He actually sounded sincere.

"After talking to your uncle, we've decided to offer you a proposition. Of course you are more than welcome to turn it down knowing it is your life," he said pushing his glasses back up to his nose. "But I think once you hear us out, you'll see it's for the best."

At this he turned to Dierk for assistance in helping him confront her with their proposal.

"Chris, my sweet niece. I love you soo much and know that this wasn't easy. I just want what's best for you. For you to start fresh and…."

'Just tell me already!" She exclaimed a little too loudly, having caught the waiter by surprise making him come to her aide in concern. After she promised she was ok, he exited to the kitchen to check on their food.

"Miss Christiana," Yoshio started. " I would like you to come and live in Japan with me." He said noticing her face go red and her eyes widen in shock. " You can live in my home, which I assure you is plenty big and you will have plenty of space. You will be attending Ouran academy with my youngest son Kyoya, which is a prestigious and private school for wealthy families with intelligent students and promising futures. You will have access to all classes where you can pick your academics wisely and will be able to choose your own schedule, so you can run your business on your own accord without interference. Most classes are taught in English, and most everyone there is fluent in the language. You will also have the pleasure of attending extra-curricular activities as well as choosing a club of your choice. I know our school schedules are completely different and that you would be getting out for summer vacation here in America soon. But in Japan our school years start in April and you only get a month in the summer off and only a week for Christmas instead of three. However, if you think about it, you are an exceptional student with amazing test scores. You most likely could graduate early with everyone else in March. You'll then be able to choose your next path sooner than most. You can either start college of your choice, or give your business your full attention instead of having to rely on your Uncle Dierk and your business associate Frank. This gives you not only a chance to start over, but to finally live life as a teenager." he took this opportunity to drink some of his water to let the information sink in.

"Furthermore, my private police force will protect you and I'll have extra detail with you at all times. If you accept this, I will agree to your offer to become a partner and expand your company to Japan. I will pay for the costs of your geologists and workers to fly over and help us set up and find land to drill. Although I don't know much about the oil field, I think our companies would be great together. Ootori medical will also be your medical provider and insurance if necessary. " At this he took off his glasses and ran his hands through his black and grey hair.

"Chris," he addressed informally looking at her now tearing eyes, "I never want to see you hurt like that again! I know I don't know you all that well, but I can't close my eyes without seeing your mortified face. If you agree to this, I will do everything I can to protect you from that MONSTER."

He then sat back up, put his glasses back on, and then glanced a look at Dierk. The big man was solemnly looking down with big tears splashing the wooden table. He looked like an over sized child who just lost their favorite teddy.

Christiana, clearly shaking, took a deep breath, looked strait in Yoshio's eyes and replied with such confidence and poise, "O.k. I'll do it."

At that time their lunch arrived and everyone seem to be back to normal. Dierk couldn't help but laugh at Yoshio's widen eyes, when he saw the huge portions of food that was presented to them. He had to admit, it was well prepared, perfectly seasoned, and extremely good. After arguing back and fourth with the stubborn two, Yoshio won the battle and was able to persuade them to let him pay for the bill since the lunch meeting was his idea. After calling Rin, and bidding farewell to them, he got into the limo and left instantly for the airport. Not wanting to wait a min longer to converse with his youngest son.

"I will protect her." he said a little to aloud.

"What was that sir?" one of his employees asked while handing him a drink in their private jet.

"N-n- nothing," Yoshio stammered surprising the employee.

And with that he gulped down his drink, and leaned his seat all the way back so he could rest. He then closed his eyes thinking of the plans ahead, only to have that fateful day haunt his dreams the rest of the plane ride home.

Christiana's P.O.V

"WHAT!" her best friend and principal exclaimed. "Your moving to Japan," they both said in unison.

Chris had her Uncle drop her off at school just as the final bell, marking the end of the day ,went off. She needed to talk to someone, get it off her chest. But most importantly, to say good-bye. She saw HIS car pass on their way to school and she decided at that moment she couldn't stay any longer. For her safety, she must leave at once.

"But Chris, I expelled him last week after what happened. He can no longer step foot on school grounds and most importantly, he is prohibited from attending future school curricular activities. We have campus police on stand-by as well," the principal said with glossy eyes and tears clearly visibly running down her cheeks. "As long as he abides by the rules the judge presented him with, HE can't hurt you."

"Do you honestly believe that?" She asked them through her own glassy eyes. "HIS dad is the Chief of police here in The Big Country. He can probably get away with murder!" she screeched a little too loudly.

"But Chris, the judge even punished him, you can't believe he'll get away with…"

"I'm sorry you guys." she said cutting her best friend off. "But I saw him today. And I… I," she stammered shaking with tears rolling down her face. She took off her glasses to wipe away the salty water as she looked down at the carpeted floor in her principals office. She had to take Mr. Ootori up on his offer. She just couldn't do this by herself any more.

"Ah Sweetheart," Mrs. Fisher said, as she pushed back her office chair and walked around her desk. She took that opportunity to comfort and console her favorite student. " We understand completely. We just love you and will miss you so much." she wrapped her arms around the tall girls shoulders.

"Yeah Chris," her best friend Elizabeth said also wrapping her own arms around her and leaning her head on her right shoulder. "We just want you safe. I'll miss you more than I can say, but if this will keep ya safe and alive, then please do what's best for you."

Lizzi, Chris's best friend since grade school, was much shorter and more blunt than she could ever be. With long blond hair and hazel green eyes, she always let you know what she was thinking. She was also extremely bright, although with her western style and different boots everyday, you wouldn't guess, she had the second highest grades behind Chris.

"At least academically I'll finally be first," she bluntly tried to joke. She succeeded and noticed the smile that crept on Chris's solemn face.

"Thanks for understanding you guys. You both have done so much for me, for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Remember, this isn't good-bye, just a change. I still have my company to run and will try to visit as often as possible." She smiled hugging both of them tightly. "I must leave tonight," she ignored there shocked faces as they lifted their heads off her shoulders to look at her. "But I can't thank you enough for everything you've done and for always being there for me."

They gave her one last hug as she started for the door.

"Please you guys," as she suddenly turned toward them. "Please keep this as a secret. Not even posting on face book about it," she said pointing at Lizzie. "Even though I'm set to private, and his friends and him are blocked, I don't want to give him any chance to find out."

Mrs. Fisher smiled while Lizzie promised. With one last sigh, Chris took a deep breath and exited through the principals office, knowing that she'll probably never attend here again.

~Ten Minuets later~

She saw him again at the corner market smoking weed with his loser friends. "The Four Way" which they called "The Ghetto" part of town, is where he was now living. She ducked in her seat hoping he didn't see her ,while her driver waited for the light to turn green. Uneasy and too scared, she unbuckled herself in the backseat and cowered to the floor of the car. The driver noticing, shifted his gaze to the right automatically realizing why the young miss was acting like that. The young punk was laughing and groping up some blond as he stood in broad day light getting high. Chris saw her driver advert his eyes forward at the traffic light, hoping the bastard also didn't recognize him as he turned onto coming traffic.

Once she was sure they were safe, she buckled herself back up. She started shaking her legs in anticipation of getting to her house as soon as they can. The sooner, the better. That way, she could pack and leave tonight. She pulled out her cell to start the preparations.

"Kaufmann Drilling, this is Frank speaking."

"Frank!" she yelled a little to loudly in the phone. "Did Uncle Dierk talk to you?" she asked hopefully so she wouldn't have to explain herself all over again.

"Hey Kiddo!" He addressed a little sadly. "Yea he did. Sorry sweetheart, but I knew about it two days ago and was promised not to say anything." She could tell he thought she'd be mad at him.

"It's O.k. I'm not mad. I'm actually relieved. I didn't want to keep talkin' bout it and have to explain myself." she said relieved. "I'm just too exhausted."

"Well," he said a little brighter, "Sounds like you've decided to go then." She wasn't there, but knowing Frank, he was averting his eyes to the ground.

" I am Frank, I'm leaving tonight." she said sadly.

"So soon?" he asked surprised. She could feel his depression through the phone.

"Yea! I just can't do this anymore! I've seen him three times already today, and the worst was this morning on my way to school when we stopped at the same gas station. I just can't do this anymore. Looking over my shoulders, fearing for my life. I'm scared," she finally admitted.

"I know dear! Your dad would be proud of your strength and decision making," he said trying to lighten up the mood.

"Speaking of decision making," she said, glad for the change of topic, "If your willing to accept more hours and less sleep, I'd like to make you partner."

"What!" he exclaimed.

She chuckled pulling the phone away from her ear. She was hoping for that kind of reaction. She knew she had caught him off guard.

"Frank, you have been with this company for as long as I can remember. You know it like the back of your hand and helped my dad make it become what it is today. I'm moving to Japan and will not be here to run things directly. Your smart and cunning enough, and those idiot employees listen to you. Having you head the U.S. company is the right business choice. And this way you won't have to take orders from a 17 year old," she explained with a small laugh. "I can't think of anyone else I can trust or knows more about this field than you do. It would be an honor if you would accept this position."

There was silence on the other end. If it wasn't for the wind blowing in the background, she would have thought he had hung up.

"This is amazing. You truly are a woman beyond your years. Of course I will take the position. And don't say silly things like taking orders from you. I enjoy working with ya and with this new position, I will still keep in contact and inform you on all business matters. You really are your fathers daughter. Thank you Chris."

"Your welcome. Go to the main office before they close for the day, they have some paperwork for you to fill out and your first check."

After him continuingly thanking her and wishing her a farewell and safe flight., she finally was able to get him to shut up so she could hang up. She knew he was grateful and with this new partnership, He could pay off his house and buy his dream boat he's been wanting. She could totally see him fishing at the lake on a lazy Sunday with the other guys and beers in their hands. She smiled at herself, knowing this was a wonderful decision, for the both of them

Christiana's P.O.V

~On The Plane, First Class, 5:00 p.m., Somewhere over Atlantic Ocean~

Chris tried to use this time to catch up on the Japanese language and culture. She knew this was going to be tough. She tried to look at it as a challenge and not a nuisance. She was hoping Mr. Ootori was right when he said the school taught and spoke in English. The last thing she needed, was to be a newbie target for bullying in a totally different country, in a totally different culture, with a totally different society than what she was used to.

She pulled out the Ootori file that her Uncle had handed her before boarding the plain. He had told her that he had tried to write down as much as he could from the previous meetings he had with them and the little research he found on the internet. He said it was crucial to learn what she could before she got there. This way she had a heads up of what she was getting herself into. From the looks of it, Mr. Ootori had three sons and one daughter, whose own arrange marriage was just last year. His wife, she assumed was deceased since their was no mention of her anywhere. She flipped through the manila folder and only noticed her uncles handwriting, and no pictures.

"The first born son, Yuuichi Ootori, has graduated from Medical school, and works at the same hospital as his father. Because he is the eldest he is naturally the heir to the Ootori company."

"That doesn't seem fair," Chris said loudly to herself knowing that the other siblings were probably shit out of luck.

The walking by flight attendant heard her and stopped with questioning eyes. "Is everything alright miss. Can I get you anything?" She asked hoping for a big tip.

"Yes, a Dr. Pepper and a slice of cheesecake if you have some please."

The attendant just smiled at her and left to the snack cart. Chris continued her research and continued down to the second oldest.

"Akito Ootori is the second son of Yoshio Ootori. Akito is an undergraduate in Medical School and wants an MBA after leaving college to help his elder brother with the family business. He himself, doesn't have the ambition to compete against his older brother, Yuuichi. Akito wants his older brother to inherit the Ootori's company, and doesn't want Kyoya Ootori, the youngest son, to compete against Yuuichi either."

"What a kiss ass," Chris said. She made a mental note not to get on that guys bad side.

"What was that miss," the flight attendant asked serving her her order.

"It's nothing," she replied handing her a $20 tip.

"Thank you ma'am," the Asian attendant replied happily, and with a low bow she excused herself to the next guest.

"Alright, " she said flipping to the next page. "Next candidate."

"Fuyumi Ootori cares for her younger brother Kyoya deeply and tries to help him in life and encourages him to surpass his brothers and overtake the family company. She lacks in areas of housework and organization, but is a kind-hearted person. Her arrange marriage is to her husband's surname Shido. She's extremely interested in "commoners food."

"What the hell! These people act like their all high and mighty "Commoners food?" That's like degrading and under classing it to poor peoples food. Oh my God!'

She shook her head and went to the last page. Her uncles handwriting clearly sloppy as he probably hurried and put this together before she got on the plane to sit in first class. This page she noticed, was different from the others. It was in a profile based format.

Name: Kyoya Ootori

Origin: Japanese

Meaning: 'gankyo', meaning spectacles.

Sex: Male

Date Of Birth: November 22, 1995

Blood Type: AB

"Oh that's not good. AB blood types have bad tempers." She said remembering her Ex was also AB.

Height: 5'11

Hair Color: Jet Black

Eye Color: Grey

Age: 17

School: Ouran Academy

Favorite Subjects: English, German, and Physics

Second Language: English

Occupation: High School Student

Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

Mother: Decease

"Oh she is dead" Chris sadly thought to herself, knowing what that was like.

Father: Yoshio Ootori

Favorite Color: Purple

Star sign: Sagittarius/Scorpio (Born on a cusp, a day in which the birthday is transitioning between two signs)

"2 signs? Interesting."

Favorite foods: Anything Spicy, hates sweets.

"What a shame. Sweets are my life." she said taking a big bite into her cheesecake.

Nickname: Shadow King

Medical and personal records: N/A

"Kyoya is the third son in this family, meaning he is neither an heir nor next in line. However, he has commented that "It's an exciting game", and will probably outshine his brothers when the moment is right. He has already tried showing his father he is more than capable of running the company, when Yoshio let slip once during our drinking meetings, that his company was about to fold and be bought out from under him. Kyoya then, surprised everyone with his intelligence and amazing accounting abilities by buying it before any further hindrance or bankrupt could occur. He then returned all managing rights back over to Mr. Ootori. He is calm, logical, and has superior intelligence. He normally won't do anything that doesn't have any benefit for him or help him gain to acquire the company. "

Chris looked at the scribble at the bottom of the page that was her Uncles terrible writing.

"Chris I'm telling you the most about this young man Kyoya cause more than liking you'll be spending most of your time with him. Please try to be pleasant, polite, and not a burden, as I know from first hand witnessing and experiencing that this family is not close at all. They barely eat meals together, and hugs and saying "I love you," is out of the question. Furthermore, this-so-called -family, pride themselves on money, wealth, and that there is always something to be gained. This is something that Yoshio has ingrained in them since infancy, just as his father did to him. Maybe Yoshio will see your big heart and will put this game he has his sons playing to a rest. Have a safe flight honey, I love you."

P.s. In the wise words of your father, "Living Life To The Fullest Is True Happiness."

With that she closed the manila folder, rummage through her bags for her IPOD, and after asking the flight attendant for a pillow and blanket, leaned her head back and fell asleep, forgetting to put medicine on her wounds.