(A/N: The following is a fanfiction. All rights to go to their original creators and I own nothing but Alex and his back-story.)
Fighter of Ouran!
Prologue - Rebirth
A boy with neon-blue hair sprinted through the stormy streets of Cork, Ireland with his black jeans, T-shirt, hoodie and trainers all hiding him perfectly within the dimly lit streets. The night was his favourite time to go for runs to clear his mind of his daily stress, and to give him an opportunity to sort through his emotions without lashing out at others. The cold, unforgiving weather did not really affect Alex much, but he allowed the rain to soak into his hair and refresh him a little.
Hearing a crackling noise, Alex looked around as the thunder boomed closer than before. He flinched as a lightning bolt smashed into a nearby telephone pole, igniting it in almost searing whitish-blue flames. He took this as his cue to start heading back to his home and get to shelter. The crackling grew into roars as the thunder boomed overhead and all Alex felt was a burning pain in his back and chest as his world faded to black.
"Are y..." a distorted voice rung in Alex's ears as he groggily groaned.
"Are you okay?" the voice spoke, now holding a more feminine but tomboyish tone. At this, Alex tried to get up, but felt hands holding him to what seemed to be a bed!
"Please, Miss. Try to calm down. The young lady outside found you with what seemed to be lightning burns on your back and chest! You're lucky to even be here right now! Please, remain calm." A nurse was talking down to him from next to him. Her emerald green eyes almost peered into Alex's soul with the nurse's steely gaze.
"What do you mean Miss?! I'm a dude, goddammit!" Alex shouted angrily, throwing one of the doctors off him and into a nearby wall.
Once the doctors sedated Alex and strapped him to the bed, a boyish looking girl with brown hair and brown eyes covered by the sparkling lenses of her glasses watched over him from across the room. Alex's mind could only form two words before he fell into unconsciousness; 'Haruhi... Fuji... oka?'
With this, the darkness flooded his mind and overtook him. He slumped back into the bed and was under vigilant watch.
When Alex awoke, he noticed the boyish girl holding his hand in a comforting manner. Alex sighed a little before giving the girl a small smile and a nod of appreciation. Alex told the girl his name was Alexander Smith, a male artist into drawing things. The girl smiled introducing herself as Haruhi Fujioka, making Alex's eyes widen a bit. 'So, I'm really in this world, huh?' Alex thought to himself as he chuckled bitterly.
"I don't understand why everyone is calling me Miss. I'm a dude-" at this, Haruhi lifted a mirror, showing Alex's new face. It shocked him.
His eyes were now light blue instead of their hazel brown they once held. His dark, neon-blue hair now a shade lighter than before. At this, Alex frowned, causing Haruhi to chuckle at his complaint of his hair changing. It also seemed his hair was longer now; it reached down to his shoulders. Grabbing a pair of scissors, he quickly snipped his hair short and looked over to his big in the corner of the room with his torn and scorched clothes.
After many hours of poking and prodding, Alex left the hospital but found he had nowhere to go. Haruhi offered him a place to stay with her and her father. As Alex was about to protest, she quickly dragged him in and closed the door. When the door shut, the conversation began.
"Thank you, Haruhi. I thought I'd be stuck in that white hell forever."
Haruhi's reply was a small chuckle and a question "So, tell me more about yourself, Alex. Where are you from?"
"I was born in London in England, but moved to Cork in Ireland when I turned 13 to live on my grandfather's farm." A small smile crossed his lips as he remembered the open fields and happy memories.
As Haruhi was about to ask another question, the door opened, revealing a man in drag. "Oh, Haruhi! Who's your friend? She's so cute!" the man quickly squished Alex in a tight hug, rubbing his cheek against Alex's and Alex squirming.
"Dad, this is Alex. Apparently, he's a guy, but he's in the body of a girl. it's hard to believe, but it's true. Don't ask how; neither of us knows." Haruhi told her father, trying to pull Alex's from her father's Iron grip.
"Please Alex, call me Ranka! I'm glad to have you here. If you need anything, just ask!" Ranka spoke with a smile, making both Alex and Haruhi a little happier.
"Dad, Alex doesn't have a home. Can he stay with us?" Haruhi asked sweetly, giving him puppy-dog eyes. Ranka tried to resist but quickly gave in.
"Alright, Alex can stay. Please, Alex, try not to cause any trouble, okay? You know how boys are! Hohohoho!" with that, Ranka went off to his bedroom and left the two together.
"Haruhi, you go do what you need to. I need to sit and think for a bit..." Alex spoke solemnly.
"Alex, you can borrow my clothes seeing as you have none of your own. After all, we're both girls now." Haruhi smiled and left Alex to think alone for a bit.
"Hit by lightning, now I have tits and [THAT]. This isn't normal..." Alex groaned.
As he closed his eyes, a memory flashed as he saw his male body drop to the floor after being struck by lightning. He could hear the thumping of his heart slow to a crawl, before coming to a complete stop. At this memory's end, Alex's eyes snapped open in realisation; "I'M DEAD!" he shouted.
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