Go Go OuranRangers
Haruhi Fujioka ran as fast as she could from the advancing robot.
"You cannot kill me with such a stupid megazord," she said, knowing these words were of course not true.
A metallic voice rang over the city.
"Sensei Fujioka, I cannot be stopped." There was a crash as a great hand, the size of a bus, smashed down on to a building.
Sparks flew. Something caught fire. The fire spread. It reached a motorcycle then. Boom. Haruhi's short brown hair stuck to her face with sweat, she tried to run on – but it was not possible. Boom, went the fire again and there was a crash of rubble. Dust settled, and that was the last anyone saw of Haruhi Fujioka.
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Chairman Souh knocked on the door of the Third Music Room, with a briefcase and bad news. The door swung open and rose petals flew out, and a chorus of voices rang out to greet him.
"Welcome, to the Ouran Host Club."
"Tamaki, my son."
There stood 6 boys looking at him confused, one of which looked suspicious when he realised his father's tone. Tamaki Souh was nothing like his father, he was charming and gentlemanly, considerate and thoughtful. Whereas his father, however, was the opposite. The two did not look alike, nor did they speak alike. Tamaki had blonde hair, messy but stylish. His eyes were turquoise blue and would make any girls heart melt if she was foolish enough to gaze into them for long enough, he often used puppy dog eyes to get his way. The Chairman of Ouran Academy was old and wrinkly, he had now greying hair and deep black eyes that seemed to glare daggers almost all of the time, even some of the teachers had admitted that the phrase 'if looks could kill' came to mind.
"Father," was all he said.
"I have bad news, my boy," he said to his son, he looked down at his shoes rather than the boys face himself.
"Haruhi was killed in an explosion."
"Haruhi," he said, bemused, "my little princess Haruhi?"
The Chairman nodded. His son seemed to panic; he couldn't believe the things he was hearing.
"Pinch me, I'm dreaming," was all he could manage to choke out. Then two twin boys with neat ginger hair came to him, one on each side. They pinched him lightly on the arm and returned to where they were standing. A boy with black hair and glasses put a hand on their shoulders, his name was Kyoya Ootori.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, it doesn't help."
"Sorry," they mumbled in unison.
"Haru-chan," another boy wailed, he only seemed about five – he looked like a smaller version of Tamaki, but with wide hazel coloured eyes and he carried a pink fluffy bunny with a small stain on its mouth. His name was Mitskuni Haninozuka, one of the oldest in the club, everyone called him Honey. Another taller boy picked up the small kid and placed him on his shoulders, trying to comfort him. There was a moment of silence as they all simply looked down at the floor, and then there was a sniff and they all looked up. They were all crying silently, the tears rolling down their cheeks. Mori sniffed once more and wiped his eye. Hikaru, his face still wet with tears, smiled.
"Hey Kaoru, I never thought I'd see the day. Mori-san actually can show emotion! He's not a robot after all!" anyone would of thought he was joking, but he was not. The club had a strong theory that Mori was an alien or a robot, and sometimes they considered he was both. The Chairman then spoke.
"Haruhi left you some things," he said opening the briefcase. Inside lay six devices, with a wrist strap and a disk on the front. The disk had the same symbol on it, golden edging but the colour of the rest of the device was different for each one. He handed them out giving each one to a specific person. For Tamaki; a red, for Honey; a pink, for Mori; a blue, for Hikaru and Kaoru; an orange one each and finally for Kyoya; black.
They all looked at their new gadgets in amazement, rotating it in their hands as they examined it.
"They look like some kind of morphers..." Kyoya said, amazement in his tone.
"Oh great. She left us a collection of Power Ranger memorabilia. " Kaoru said, hoping he would have gotten something better.
"Ah, yes, there's a note. 'My dearest Host Club, if you are hearing this, I have failed. In your hands rests the fate of Japan, these are morphers. You, my friends, are now the Ouran Rangers. Use the morphers wisely, for with them hold great power. And as they say, with great power comes great responsibility.'"
"You're kidding us right," Kyoya said, not buying it at all.
"No, Mr Ootori, this is no joke, try it if you must."
"How do I work it?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
"Just hold down the disk and say 'Ouran Ranger power up.'" Kyoya did not expect anything to happen once he followed Mr Suoh's advice. As he muttered the words he was told there was a strike of thunder and a flurry of ice. He opened his eyes to find himself in the room he was in before.
"Wow, a central heating remote." He said simply. The host club seemed to be staring at him, he looked down at his arms to see himself in some kind of black armour, he felt a helmet weigh down his head and he stood there in shock.
"No. Way." Tamaki said. Tamaki looked on the back of his, only now did he notice the word inscribed on the back: Tamaki Suoh, red ranger, fire.
"Guys I got fire!"
"I got rainbows," said Honey happily.
"I got ice," the deepened voice of Kyoya boomed from inside the helmet.
"Rain," said Mori, his voice expressionless then.
"Snow." Hikaru and Kaoru said together.
"Well then, starting today you are an Ouran Ranger." The words sounded so familiar, yet a million years ago it seemed.
"Ouran Ranger power down," Kyoya boomed and there was another shower of ice chips. Blink and you'd have missed it. There stood Kyoya Ootori, in his blue blazer and purple tie – just as before.