A/N: Hello, this is my very first fanfic so please be gentle. Read and review if you'd like. There are a few bits that will be out of character, but it will help the story. Thank you for reading. ^_^

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OHSHC RELATED!

She woke up with a start everyday. Every single day was the same. Her eyes glanced over at the clock and she groaned. Today was her first day at the elite Ouran Academy. She should be happy, even over joyed, but these emotions had never done much for her. She closed her eyes and tried to escape the remnants of her everlasting nightmare.

"Mom!" a little girl screamed. "Haruhi, where are you?!" In the distance Haruhi could hear her mother's panicked voice calling to her. "Haruhi!" "Ah, so Haruhi is your name, you filth," the man spit. His friends just laughed. "To think people are afraid of your kind," he yelled as he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her down the alley with him. "Disgusting bloodsuckers. Best way to be rid of you is to start of with the young," he smirked. Haruhi, unable to hold back her tears began screaming as loudly as she could. "Please stop! You're hurting me!" she sobbed. He dropped her to the ground and kicked her. "What gives you the right to speak to me?!" he bellowed, landing another kick to her stomach. As she gasped for whatever breath she could get, her mother rounded the corner. "Please don't hurt her!" she shouted. The two other men turned to her and then back to their friend. "Why stop with the kid, let's wipe out the whole family?" one of them said. The leader of the group just laughed sickly, watching the little girl groan and gasp on the ground. "You're right." he smirked. "M-m-mommy!" Haruhi cried. "It's ok sweetie, I'm here, just stay still ok, I promise it won't hurt forever." she tried to give a warm smile, but her tears betrayed her. She felt sick, knowing that this wasn't going to end well. "Please, take me, but don't hurt her. Please, she's just a child," she pleaded, falling to her knees, no longer able to hold herself up. "Please." she begged. The man just laughed again. "Why the fuck should I care what trash like you asks for?" She just continued to beg, her eyes flooding with the fear she tried to keep at bay. Then there was a loud bang. It rang through the alley, making everything else stand still. Haruhi watched her mother wince in pain and then slump over, lifeless. "Mom!" she screamed. The men turned to her and started beating on her, kicking and punching any part of her that they could reach. "Filthy scum, die with your mom." the man breathed, finally exhausted. He looked at her mangled body and spit on her. The three men walked away, feeling quite pleased with themselves. "Disgusting they exist with us." They left the unconscious Haruhi and her dead mother in the alley, without looking back. Sirens could be heard, but it would be no use. The girl looked worse than anything the paramedics could've prepared for. "She's still alive," one of them sighed, "how...?" he questioned, looking past her and at the woman to his left.

All around her she could hear the buzzing of machines. "Mom..." she whimpered. Tears escaped her eyes and again she found herself submerged in darkness. The doctors in the room didn't know what to do. "She's been through alot, but she's a vampire. What are we supposed to do? We've already done too much, we can't help her anymore. We are supposed to report this." One of the doctors said. Another sighed, "Do we even know if she has any other family?" "No," the first replied. Then as if on que, a man could be heard shouting in the hall. "Where is she?! Where's my Haruhi?!" he screamed. One of the doctors left the room and stopped short of the man. Everyone seemed to be keeping their distance. "Who are you?" the doctor asked as calmly as he could. "Is she here?" The disheveled man asked, "Is my baby here?" he started to choke back as many sobs as he could, but he had to know. After seeing that two people were involved in a brutal assault, and seeing Kotoko's picture plastered all over the news as deceased, his heart broke. He could feel his whole life shattering. How could this have happened? Why... And then they said there was a small girl who survived. His baby. He had to save her. "Please, let me take her home." he swallowed, "She's all I have left. Please" he begged. The doctor sighed and put his hand to his head. "Mr. ?" "Fujioka, Ryoji Fujioka." the man replied. "Mr. Fujioka, you know as well as me that you are not allowed to leave until the authorities arrive to relocate you and your daughter," the doctor looked away as the words escaped his mouth. He never had any problems with vampires. He had never actually met one before. But his fears bubbled up seeing this man, and knowing that the girl in his ER was recovering from what would have been impossible injuries in just hours, instead of months, were in fact vampires. "This is too much." he hissed under his breathe. He knew he would get fired for this, but the broken look on Ryoji's face, and the tears he saw in his daughters eyes were too much for him to stomach. Never in his professional career had he felt anymore guilt than he did right now. "Just go, take her and go." he said exasperated. Ryoji looked up at the doctor and cried. "Thank you sir, you have no idea, no idea what this means to me." Ryoji pulled himself over to the room where his daughter was strapped to the bed. His heart sank as he watched her breathe with so much difficulty. He slowly unbuckled the straps, and removed the IV bags. He lifted his fragile little girl from the bed and held her as close as he could without aggravating her injuries. "I'm so sorry Haruhi," he breathed. "Forgive me."

That was ten years ago. She relived that day, everyday. Again she sighed. She and her father had moved here, to escape being found out. Vampires are very rarely seen. They were a dying breed, a fact that Haruhi was blatantly aware of. When they are found out, they are attacked, harassed, and removed from their homes for the safety of their human neighbors. Fear always won out in the battle of hearts, and it didn't matter if you posed no threat to them, if you were different you were feared. In order to keep safe, her father had her dress as a boy. Her whole life was a secret. Feared and vulnerable. That's what he always told her. So she was raised as a boy. She didn't mind all that much. It's what's on the inside that counts, not what gender or race you are, that's what she told herself. Her father had always been a cross dresser so it made her laugh a little to think she was one now too. Her long locks cut into a short mop, luckily having an underdeveloped body for her age, she could wear pretty much any clothes and still be considered a boy. She was told to stay away from cute things, sweet things, anything that could make her seem like a girl. She also became cold and distant. She never got close to anyone and used all her time to study and work towards her goal. Her dad worked two jobs, barely managing to keep them afloat, but he would do anything to keep that one little place he could call home. After losing everything ten years ago, they had to do their best to never be found out again. Never. Again. Though her name was the same his was Ranka now. She sighed, looking back at everything. She looked around her room. Everything was neutral. Nothing to stand out. The small space held only her bed and a desk. She then looked down at her arm. Her secret stuffed animal tucked close to her chest. The bear had lost one of its eyes, and was so discolored she had no idea what color it had been to begin with. She stuffed the bear into her pillow case to hide it from her dad, and looked at the clock again. Six forty five. Slowly she drug herself out of bed and off to the shower. She noticed her dads door cracked just slightly and looked in. His room was pink and frilly. She cringed inwardly and kept walking. Once done she walked over to the fridge, and stared in blankly. Ten thermos containers of blood stared back at her. She sighed and grabbed two from the fridge, one she began to drink from almost immediately, the other she tucked into her bag for lunch. She then made a bento to throw people off. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep it down but it was a life she was used to. She learned to keep it bland, and had stored gum and a tooth brush in her bag. It was such a waste of food, but well worth it to keep her home. She wrote a note to her dad telling him of his shortage of food, leaving it vague in case of visitors. He would know where to replenish the supply. Pig's blood wasn't hard to come by, but buying something like that had to be done with the proper channels, lest eager eyes see and send them away. She and her father didn't partake in human blood, but that didn't mean the occasional opportunity wouldn't arise, like her fathers drunk boyfriends. She had never had the urge to partake but her father had his moments of weakness. Though she wondered how it would taste, she didn't want to be caught. She packed up her bag and put on her uniform. It wasn't the issued uniform for the school, but a boys uniform all the same. Her glasses seemed to big for her face, but she didn't mind as it helped her keep attention from her mouth in case her teeth made an appearance. As she walked to the door she looked at the picture of her mom in the shrine her dad had made. "I'm sorry mom." she whispered. She made her way out the door and locked it, slowly making her way to the school.