Disowned To The Knight

by BAMitzEvil

Anthony Harris was born with a rare condition. He never asked for it. But he lived with it. Until a man comes and takes him away from his family to take him to the Ootori medical centre in Japan. Ant must keep his head high as he keeps bumping into in one wish. Why couldn't he just be someone else?

1. That One Wish

The dark room was only lit by the golden chandelier that hung under over the large oval, oak table. The men sitting in the expensive vinyl finished chairs all looked at the chairmen of Ouran Academy,Yuzuru Suoh who had his fingers intertwined resting his thinking head upon them. He stared at the pictures of the possible honour students that laid neatly on the wooden table, murmuring softly, planning out his thoughts.
The first on honour Student had been picked. A young girl smiled politely in the picture that stared out to the dimly lit room. She had long brown hair along with brown eyes that had a twinkle in them. The girl had outstanding grades, and even though she came from a commoner standing in society, she had passed the exam with flying colours, as did the other candidates.
Yuzuru past his gaze to the other pictures that rested on the fine oak. One more space left to go. His eyes glanced to his. The boy, with the blood red stared back, his eyes straining against the dim flash of the camera. His gaze in agony that put Yuzuru in discomfort somehow. He coughed into a fist and looked away from the picture. It wouldn't be easy. But if he was in the school, it would give the Academy more of a good name, other than being just the prestigious private school.
With another cough into a fist. He spoke his verdict. The other chairmen nodded in approval of Mister Suoh's decision.

Haruhi Fujioka and Anthony Harris are the new honour students at Ouran Elite Private Academy.

Chapter one.

That one wish.

Why was that so much to ask for?

My name is Anthony Harris. I want to be normal.
I didn't want to be like this, but I'm not the decider of my fate, or how I look.
When my mother went into labour with me, there were some... Troubles. I had the umbilical chord wrapped around my neck for a long time, before she even broke her water. I was like that for a while. Oxygen couldn't get to my brain easily, and I was low on my Iron intake. I wasn't in any distress so the doctors didn't pick up on it until the last minute. I had to be cut out of my mother. I was pronounced dead on birth. I scared everyone when I coughed up mucus and open my eyes. I scared everyone even more when I didn't cry and stared at everyone with my blood red eyes. Now my mother says I'm unique and that's something to be proud of. Then I was labelled as a son of the devil.
Turns out I have a rare... 'Distinction' of my body. With the umbilical chord tired around my throat, the oxygen deteriorated from my iris' and the blood that was pressured on the back of them leaked in and stained my original colour of my eyes. There had been other cases like this in the past. But the ones who had red eyes wouldn't survive and were pronounced dead on birth. When I was a little bit older my doctor, Doctor Stewart, showed me pictures of other kids like me. One boy had grey pink eyes, a girl had dark purple. The colours would go though a verity, contrasting from, pink, purples, white. There had been one that unnerved me to the point I had to turn the picture over for it to stop staring at me. A baby with competently black eyes, like his pupils just... Filled out his iris. Doctor Stewart said he didn't make it past a week. I was lucky to have survived considering that for the amount of blood to have stained my iris must have been quite the amount. I should have died.
At the time it felt great to know I wasn't alone in the world. To be honest, I thought I was pretty cool. But as time wore on, I started to hate my body.
It's common with these rare cases for the children to be a little sensitive with light. They were right. In the other cases children had shied away from the light they had shone in their eyes as an experiment. The children told the doctors it was irritating and somewhat painful.
When they did it with me, as soon as they clicked the lights button of the smallest torch they had, I feel off my chair, holding my face as I screamed in pure agony. I cried for my mother as I felt like my eyes were melting from their sockets, screaming kicking out at the doctors who were trying to help. I wouldn't dare open my eyes in the fear that they would just leak out in a goo. It took a good hour for my vision to be able to make out how many fingers Doctor Stewart was holding up. I have to wear strong sunglasses when I go outside, or anywhere. My room is lit with candles, which I can bare. The poor lighting doesn't bother me anyway, as I can see remarkably well in the dark. I couldn't face the sun without my sunglasses. Not that I saw much of it anyway, being home schooled most of my life and sleeping in the day and moving around in the night. It's how I lived and didn't help with the rumours that spread in my neighbourhood by the children about how a vampire child lives in the house. I didn't have any friends during my childhood, thanks to that rumour.

Another thing wrong with me was my iron intake. I was weak as a child and had to take iron tablets to keep me going. Even now, I'm pale as snow and I have dark rings under my eyes, like I haven't got sleep. I can burn easily due to my pale skin, so I wear a long black coat to cover my skin. Not helping with the whole vampire kid thing...
When I did go outside one cloudy day, when the sun was dull, everyone just stared at me. A pale kid with large sunglasses, a long black trench coat. I was different.
I saw some kids playing in the street. I wondered over to see if they would let me play. As soon as they saw me, one of the larger kids approached me and looked me down.
"You're that vamp, aren't yer?" He snorted, his nose a little bit to wide for his face. I was confused to what he was saying. I had read about Vampires. Blood suckers, the walkers of the night. I thought they were kinda cool.
He started to call me a monster. I got a little bit upset about it and shied away from the group of boys, but the big one kept picking on me. Eventually things got out out hand. He pushed me over and my sunglasses fell off. Even though it was quite a dark day, I covered my face with my hands, feeling my eyes cripple at the day light. The boy grabbed my black hair and got his friends in on it. Pulling off my coat, trying to 'Burn me in the sun'. I roared and snapped open my eyes at them. They all stopped dead. They had thought I was just some kid who was different. But no. When my blood red infernos connected with theirs, they believed the childish rumour. They cried and scrambled away from me, fearing I would tear them open and dine on their blood. I closed my eyes as they left me alone. Feeling tears brew behind the closed eyelids, I collected my things that had been tossed on the street and solemnly headed back in my house and closed the door to the street.
I had some bruising from the boys pulling me around. I didn't realise how fragile I was. On that day I decided I didn't need nobody, and I was going to get stronger. So I did. Mother bought me some weights and I was helped out by Doctor Stewart who helped me body build. Now I can easily take on a bull. With nothing to do in my night life I had devolved, I only worked out and studied. I read every book in the hospital with Doctor Stewart. He said that I had read the Heart Transplant one so much I could probably preform one with my eyes closed. Over the years, I grew into a 'well built and bright young man' as my mother put it as she smiled and ruffled my black locks of hair. I didn't object every time she put me on a pedestal. I was her only family as she was mine. My father died in action. That was it says on the certificate hanging over the fireplace. Signed by the Queen England. I catch my mother looking at it sadly from time to time, but she says she's always proud of what he did for his country and how he would be proud with who I am today. I never knew the man. It's sad to say, but I don't think of him as my father. Just pictures with a face of a man I don't know scattered around the house. The closet thing of a father figure for me was Doctor Stewart. He was there for me from a young age and I looked up to him substantially.
I'm the only family my mother has now. My grandmother passed away when I was three. I don't remember much about her. I remember she didn't like me though. She was very religious and when my mother showed me to my God worshipping nanny, she screamed that I was the spawn of hell. Spitting on me, sprinkling alleged holy water on my eyes, shining torches in my eyes shouting 'Face the light of God, unholy sinner'. Mother never took my back to her house again. I was glad. Being so young, the whole ordeal was traumatic as anything for me.
Unfortunately, as with the boys in the street, this wasn't the only case of people labelling me as a monster. I kept myself to myself for reasons of the obvious. All I did was work out and study for the first fifteen years of my life. I was content with it. I was happy.

Then everything changed.

I walked into Doctor Stewart's office. He was sitting behind a desk facing two people in suits. A man with glasses and a hard look in his eye turned in his chair to face me. The other man kept looking a Doctor Stewart.
Doc waved his hand at me as a gesture to come in. I moved forward and closed the door behind me. I felt nervous as the man with glasses didn't drop his stare.
"Is this him?" He spoke not taking his eyes off me. I looked at Doctor Stewart and even though I had my sunglasses on, he could read my expression easily.
"Don't worry Anthony.. These men are all the way from Japan to come and look at you. You remember I said that people with red eyes are hard to find...? Well it turns out that you're the only living case in the word right now. The fact that you made it this far in incredible. They've just come to ask you some questions and look at you."
I walked to the middle of the room, not stepping closer to the man in the chair. He stood, faced me and bowed.
"Hello Anthony... My name is Yoshio Ootori. I'm the head of an elite family with extreme wealth who extend their influence into Japan's social and business worlds. Our main business focus is a health care Zaibatsu, which includes the medical equipment supply company called Ootori Medical." He stood up straight, the shine of his glasses blocking out his eyes. He clicked his fingers and the man sitting down stood and moved to the windows, closing the curtains, shutting out the light from the room. I looked past the man called Yoshio and to Doc. He was looking very uncomfortable but smiled at me all the same. The man who closed the curtains hurried round to the rooms lights and turned then on slightly with the dimmer switch. He then stood next to the door. I looked back at Mr Ootori. He had moved right in front of me. "Remove the sunglasses please, Mr Harris."
I moved back slightly from the man.
"What if I don't want to?" I asked, feeling on edge. I saw the look on Mr Ootori's face darken with impatience.
"Please Ant." Spoke Doctor Stewart. I looked at him. "Take them off. The lights can't hurt you like this." He smiled sadly.
I trusted Doc but still. I didn't like this, but I did as I was told. I reached up and slid the thick sun blockers off my face. I looked up at Mr Ootori. The look on his face didn't change. But there was an unnervingly twinkle in his eye. He leaned closer to my face.
"Remarkable.." He mused out loud. "I would like to see his reaction"
Doc stood up behind him.
"I would rather you didn't."
"With all due respect but I don't believe I have to listen to you,Doctor Stewart. We already have the papers. You have no power any more."
I looked past Mr Ootori to Doc.
"What does he mean, Doc?" I asked.
Doc looked away from me. Mr Ootori clicked his fingers sharply. I heard footsteps rush up behind me. I felt arms slide under mine and go behind my head and put me in a hold.
I yelled in surprise as I moved in the man's hold. "H-Hey! What's going on?!" I screamed.
"Please stay still Mr Harris." Mr Ootori said as he pulled a small medical torch from the inside of his suit. I tensed as I saw the torch.
"Stay away from me!" I screamed kicking out. I could hear the man behind me grunting as he struggled to keep in the hold.
"You better hurry up, Boss. I can't keep him still for much longer." He wheezed as I lashed around. Mr Ootori waited until both my legs were on the floor before he moved forward. He grabbed my chin and pulled it up. He clicked the side of his torch, sending the light straight into my eye. I felt my pupil shrink down to the point it was non-existent. The pain flaring in my eye as the over sensitive eyeball reacted violently with the light. I screamed in pain and snapped my eyes closed. I kicked back on the man. With a pain filled cry he let go of me and let me fall to the floor. I clutched my face in agony making dry heaving sounds. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Instantly, I moved away kicking out at the same time. I heard an 'Oof'. I felt the wall behind me. Winking, I opened my good eye. Doctor Stewart was away from me on the ground, holding his leg. I snapped my eye at Mr Ootori who was looking at me astonished.
"It said in your file that you had a low Iron intake.. So how are you that strong..?" He asked curiously.
I growled and backed up on the wall.
"You stay away from me... Don't make me do something I'll regret..." I hissed. Mr Ootri chuckled slightly.
"Please. You're harmless." With another click on his fingers, the man that I had kicked limped over to the light switch. Before I could do anything, the lights came on full power. I swear you could hear sizzling coming from my eye sockets. I yelled again, bending over from the light, covering my face. I slid down the wall, utter pain filling my head as I hit the floor. I buried my face into my arm, the pain excruciating.
I heard Mr Ootori's black shoes click over to me.
"How fascinating..." He purred like a demon.
I moaned in pain, rolling on the floor, my black coat feeling two-hundred pounds heavier. I felt dizzy and sick to the point that I felt bile creep up my throat. I wrenched over and vomited audibly into Doc's shiny white floor. I felt Mr Ootori looking down at me. Studying me like I some sort of animal. I looked up at him, only seeing a blurred silhouette and blinding lights. I moved away from the fresh bile, the room spinning, pain worse than any that I had ever experienced.
Then.
It all went black.

I woke in a white bed. The lights were dimmed substantially. I was by a window, the black sky over the city comforting. I sat up and rolled my legs round the side of the bed. Nervously, I stood and almost fell over. I stayed still for a moment listening to the sounds of the city outside. I could hear voices coming from behind a white door that was in front of me. I went to take a step but couldn't. My legs felt like jelly. Moving over to a white wall, I leant on it and walked to the door. I opened the door slightly when the light shone from the crack. I grunted and moved away from the light. The voices I heard stopped.
"Looks like he's up." I heard a familiar voice say. It was Doc. I moved away from the door as it moved opened. Doc smiled softly at me. "You look pale." He hummed. "How are you feeling?" I stared at him like he had two heads.
"I feel like fucking shit!" I yelled almost falling over. "Who the fuck was that guy?! He had no right to do that!"
"Actually I did." Came a voice from behind Doc. I froze as the man strolled in front of me. Mr Ootori pushed up his glasses and stared at me. I took a couple of steps back, still leaning on the wall. "Fascinating. It looks like you can't even stand. Just that little bit of light and you're reduced to a pulp."
I growled at him and stood on my own two legs. They felt like they would collapse, but I was so ready to let the fucker have it.
"You stay the fuck away from me!" I roared, moving back and grabbing hold of the metal bed frame. I tensed all my mussels, reached down deep and heaved the bed into the air above my head. I saw Mr Ootori gasp and move back.
"Anthony!" Yelled Doc as he moved in front of Mr Ootori. "Calm down!"
I glared at Mr Ootori, ignoring doc. I yelled as I threw the bed at him with full force. He quickly ran to the side as the bed skimmed his black shoes and smashed into the wall, making large cracks in the plaster. I moved forward ready to finish the old guy off. He looked up at me with full fear in his eyes. He scrambled away from me and raced towards the light switch.
"Oh no you fucking don't.." I growled as he slipped and rolled away from me as I stood over him as he did with me before. I felt a hand grab I shoulder. I looked over to see my mother, eyes close to tears.
"Anthony... Stop this." She half sobbed. I stared at my mother dumb folded.
"M-Mom..." I croaked, feeling the rage sink down into pitiful sadness. She wrapped her arms around me as we both sank to the floor. She weeped as she stroked my hair. I just stared at the floor, tears falling down my face not making a sound. My mother gently cradled me side to side as she hummed quietly. Repeating over and over again a nursery rhyme she used to sing to me when I was hurt or upset. 'Hush hush little wolf. Be stronger than those bears. Don't let them be stronger or see your tears.'
We stayed like that for a while. Mr Ootori left the room as soon as possible. I could feel doc behind me staring at the back of my head.
After a while my mother pulled away from me. She smiled sadly and stroked my cheek. I stared at her as she brushed the tears away, not making any sound. She stood up and looked at Doc.
"So you told him...?" She asked, her voice hoarse. Doc tensed and looked at the door.
"No..." He murmured.
Mother looked at him with confused eyes.
"Why was he acting like that then?" She whispered.
Mr Ootori came back in with two other people in black suits and sunglasses, obviously for protection. They saw the bed tossed in a heap with the cracks in the wall and shared a nervous glance in my direction. Mr Ootori adjusted his tie and coughed into a fist.
"That's because I gave him a reason to be upset. I did not realise his potential when it came to his strength.." He looked at me with hard eyes. I carried on looking at the floor. Silent. "Hold him down."
The two men in suits jogged over to me and grabbed me by my arms and shoulders. They pushed down on my shoulders to try and push me to the floor. I held firm, not letting them move me and inch. I slowly looked up at Mr Ootori with my blood red eyes. I pulled my back up straight as I lifted myself off the ground, the two men straining to keep me in one place. I stood at my full height. I looked over at one of the men, straight in the eye. I could feel him flinch.
"Let. Go." I said quietly. The man gulped and slowly let go of my shoulder. I looked over at the other man who did the same without me telling him to. I took in a breath and looked at Doc.
Then mother. Then Mr Ootori, who was slanted back to the door, in case he had to make a quick escape. I stared him down as he did the same. "Who. Are you." I asked, my voice almost a whisper.
Mr Ootori pushed up his glasses and stood straight.
"I've told you. I am Mister Ootori." He spoke calmly.
I growled slightly at the answer, feeling very impatient.
"What do you want with me." I half shouted.
Mother stood at my side and gave my hand a squeeze. I sideways looked at her. Her light blue eyes bled with worry but she smiled all the same.
"With you, Mr Harris. I am going to take you with me. Back to Japan, back to my medical centre. And I'm going to study you. I will put you through tests and monitor your behaviour, physiological standing and I'm going to try and find out if you are like the others." He spoke calmly.
I looked over at doc.
"Did you know he was coming for me?" I asked quietly. He stiffened and looked away. "How long have you known?" I pressed. Doc looked back at me with sad eyes.
"About fourteen years. Just a year after you were born, I got the email. I hadn't heard back from him for so long that I thought it had been called off..." He murmured.
"Liar." I hissed.
Doc tensed and looked away from me again. I looked down at mum. "Did you know?" I asked half knowing of the answer already. Mother smiled and nodded slightly.
"I knew they were going to take you away. It was my idea to keep it from you. To keep you from it all. I thought it would be better for you to live your life than to fear the day that you get taken." She croaked. Tears stared again. Falling down her face. She didn't do anything to stop them. Just smiled at me.
I looked at Mr Ootori. His face was as hard as stone.
"Do I have to go..?" I whispered. Mr Ootori nodded silently. I looked down at mother. "Can't she come with me? She's my mother..."
Mr Ootori shook his head without a word.
"It's a private medical base. We're working on many high security operations. We can just let anyone in." He spoke clearly.
"Not even my own mother...?" I moaned tearing up as my stomach sinked. Mr Ootori shook his head in silence. He turned on his heel and headed out the door, the two men in suits hurrying behind him. "Your things are ready in the car. You have five minuets to say your goodbyes."
He left and let the last man in the suit close the door behind him, leaving mother, doc and myself alone for the last goodbye.
I turned and faced my mother. She was openly crying now. Tears streaming down her face. But still smiling.
I looked at doc. His eyes met mine. He was close to tears as well. In fifteen years, I had never seen him cry. I looked at them both.
"I don't want to go." I croaked, the first tear falling down my cheek. My mother's smile fell. Doc looked away, his back heaving. Mum threw herself at me, wailing into my chest.
"I don't want them to take you..." She sobbed. I wanted to hug her, but my arms wouldn't move. They stayed stuck by my sides.
"I don't have to go.." I croaked. I heard Doc take a shaggy breath.
"Unfortunately, you have too, Ant. They have your papers. They can force you if they have too." He breathed.
I felt mother hug me tighter. I did nothing. Just staring at the ceiling letting the tears fall silently. Thinking about how I have always wished to be someone else. To be normal. I have never wished for something harder in my whole life, as my mother tugged my shirt sobbing and as my substitute father cried to himself.
I just want to stay. With my family.

Why was that so much to ask for?