Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club

Beta: I don't have one. she's on break so I apologize for any mistakes I may have overlooked because I can be a walking grammatical error.

AN:I didn't finish the manga yet (on chpt. 13) but personally this will mostly be based on the anime with a few things here and there from the manga. Fixed up the chapter (3-21-16)


Chapter 1

-February 11th 12:00am-

A little girl violently shook in bed as memories ran amok in her head; the mantra 'I don't belong here' completely dominating her thoughts until she took in more of her surroundings.

'Where am I?'

Immediately sitting up she started to panic anew as she took note of her small hands, revealing that they were that of a small child.

'This isn't my body!'

In cold sweat she took off the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring her equally tiny shaking body in hopes that it was a dream.

Looking around told her the whole place was wrong. The room screamed wealth but what told her she didn't belong even more was that everything looked like it was an anime. Last she checked she was in her car driving to the shopping center in the real world and not sleeping in some anime-esque world.

Heart pounding in her ears she struggled with her small body before running to a kid sized mirror that hung in the corner and gasped. What she was seeing couldn't be, brown eyes impossibly took up 80 percent of her face and her body was too small, too thin to support such a big head. The morbid thought that it'd fall off wasn't helping either. With a glance above it showed straight brown hair wasn't hers, it was suppose to be black and poofy. It was never flat and well behaved.

Everything reflected on the mirror showed a girl that wasn't her. She was an American woman at the age of 20 driving a car in the real world. She had brown eyes with black poofy hair and her skin had a slight tan from a recent visit to the beach. Not this child who had brown eyes and straight brown hair. Her skin wasn't this anime pale and her body shape wasn't this small or abnormal like some anime character.

Speaking in a hoarse voice she said, "This isn't real."

Because looking like an anime was impossible. 'What was that saying? For dreams? You can't feel pain right? Right?'

She'd pinch herself but would it really work? Would she be able to feel the tiny sting of pain in her turmoil? Drying a clammy hand she went to pinch her wrist, praying that it wouldn't work.

But she felt it, a tiny little sting that had her heart pounding faster and tears finally leaking out.

'This can't be happening! I was born human! A real live human being! Not...not some anime!'

Tears that were to impossibly big were coming from her eyes, eyes that were literally wobbling.

'It's not real! And neither is this body!'

Lightly sobbing she pinched herself repeatedly. Was it normal to feel overheated? She felt as if her entire body was one big machine and someone stuck a crank in the gears.

Stress had quickly overcome her body and had fainted onto the floor, staying that way until a maid came around to wake her in the morning only to end up taking her to the hospital.

And that was how she spent the entire day of her tenth birthday.

-(During her time in the hospital)-

It had taken four weeks in the hospital before the start of school to get out of her semi-catatonic state.

When she first woke up it was to the sound of foreign words spoken, blinding light, and the distinct smell of cleanliness that could only belong to a hospital. The doctors would always talk to her in what she could only assume is Japanese if the writing's on the poster were any hint. But that wasn't as important the two minds were clashing in her head.

In the first week the doctors had declared her dull face and lack of response to be her in a partial catatonic state.

she honestly only had trouble understanding and reading what they spoke but both of her memories were starting to merge with what knowledge she had. So by the time the second week was almost about to start she was able to understand even though she never studied.

In the second week the doctors were at a dead end at what to do. She just wouldn't respond even if she was moved around.

What was the point of moving anyways? She had no life here and yet she did, but it wasn't hers. No real friends or family and her anime parents didn't count. There was no...purpose for her in the world she was plucked away to. To be honest her perception of reality was bent but she was slowly accepting it until the third week came.

The idiots thought that placing her in a room full of other kids her age would help but that had backfired. Nearly sending her into a panic attack when seeing a room full of unnaturally shaped anime children with no distinguishable features surrounding her. Wanting to play little games she hadn't played ages ago. They all had the simple big anime eyes and small bodies that were freaking her out because bodies didn't work that way and surely their head would snap off with those thin little necks.

Her 'anime parents' she later learned nearly sued whoever came up with that idea and demanded she be put in a luxury room. But it was funny since she was sure they never even came to see her.

She wasn't sure how the new doctor in charge noticed with her nearly blank attitude but they shifted some of the staff members to male. While she could handle the adults better because they didn't nearly look unnatural as the children she had tended to favor the males over females.

Males didn't didn't have those ungodly curves some women tended to have in animes. They were nearly proportioned right half the time and their eyes weren't as wide or emotional as the females.

But one day in the third week a young man with pulled back black hair and glasses walked in. The man was the new person in charge of her care who replaced the old one after the near panic attack and always wore a sirius face. On occasion he would visit and just watch her but she was just grateful to have someone with her. Being alone in a hospital wasn't good for the mind.

As he had closed the door behind him he had introduced himself as Yuuichi Ootori which honestly should have been her first clue as to where she was but she hadn't been thinking clearly

Even if she couldn't respond correctly her relaxed shoulders told him what she had felt. Instinctively she had known that the man was competent when it came to her care. Ootori was a man who would only do something when he knew it could help, even if it was very little.

Though on that day he had come with a pet carrier in his hand and sat it on her lap as he opened the latch.

On that day Ootori had finally gotten her to move for something other than the necessary means and gave her purpose because out had come a one of the few dogs she could recognize by sight.

Intently staring at the stumbling puppy on her lap she slowly picked it up as it wiggled in her hands.

"She's a-"

She cut him off. "German Shepherd."

It came out hoarse from the lack of use but she didn't care and instead focused on the puppy. Checking to see how different it was from the real world. While the looking like anime couldn't be helped she had examined the the body proportions before finally looking at the one thing that could make her hate or love the puppy, it's eyes.

"Yip."

The eyes weren't drawn like the other children and were instead normal like an animal should be...well, they may have been slightly bigger but she assumed that was because she was still a puppy. And ever so slowly some stress she never knew she had in her shoulders relaxed. Putting it back on her lap she started waggling fingers in the air as she tried to nip them.

Though when she started tiring she was about to put the pup back into the carrier when Ootori made himself known again.

"It's yours. If you name it now I can get you a collar by tomorrow."

One look at the puppy and she knew she'd be able to gain enough of her life back to function. She'd need to function because there was now a properly proportioned puppy that depended on her. One that would need her love and attention because she'd be damned if she didn't take care of it. It was thanks to him that she had gained some purpose back and had named it accordingly...Yuuki.

All the man did was was pat her on the head and say, "Welcome back brat."

And as he walked out the door she whispered a "Thank you."

As time had passed she was able to leave one and a half weeks later with the pups help. Though when she had gotten home her parents shoved her into school the next day and had nearly made her go to the therapist which she still didn't need damnit.

One word of truth from her and she would be declared mad.


AN: I know she's a bit unhinged (at least that's what I'm told) but you don't have to worry about her going completely nutter. She's just...adjusting.

Its just that I think that this is one of the few ways people would react when they realize their whole view of the world has changed quite literally.

Yuukichi Ootori is Kyoya's oldest brother and judging from the picture of the manga and anime I have decided that he is 33 when the ouran plot kicks in so that makes him 25 right now.

And don't worry about Akito Ootori, he will eventually pop up to. I made him mid to late twenty-ish when the plot starts (I haven't decided on the exact number yet).

Fuyumi will be 26 just as she was in the manga making her 18 right now.

Kyoya is turning 9 since his birthday is in November and we finished February and in March right now.

For pairings I might consider Mori or Kyoya from host club. I'm sorry but I just think that it's used to often. So I have decided to give characters like Nekozawa, Kasanoda, Tetsuya(where's Hibari?!), Yasuchika, And Satoshi a chance. Though the romance won't really hit till way later on-ish.