Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC, just my OC.

I wake up to a figure shrouded in darkness. The figure is sitting in a chair that appears to be made of bones with a table to his right. There is no light, yet shadows play along the walls of the small room.

"Where am I? Who are you?" I ask.

"Dear child, you are dead. This is the underworld, and I am Death." The figure says, chuckling at my ignorance.

"Oh." I say.

"You seem awfully calm about this."

"Well, I guess it hasn't kicked in yet, or this just isn't the weirdest thing to happen to me."

"Yes, I see you have quite the record," he says, looking at a clipboard that he literally pulled out of nowhere, "so, I am to decide your fate; you really weren't supposed to die so soon. We have no idea where to put you, so I got stuck with the job."

"Sorry to have inconvenienced you, it was not my intention to be stabbed by a complete lunatic," I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"I expect it wasn't," Death says, either not catching my sarcasm, or choosing to ignore it, "so I suppose I'll give you a second chance in life. You can set up where you end up because I'm just that nice."

"Or lazy," I mutter.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I say quickly with an innocent smile plastered on my face.

"Sure it was. Go on, I don't have all day. Places to be, souls to reap."

"Can I have a piece of paper?"

"Why?"

"To set up everything in my life. I want to be detailed."

"Fine, just hurry up," he says, annoyed, while handing me a piece of paper and a pen with a skull on it.

I sit down when another chair appears at his table. I put the pen to the paper and it automatically starts writing, taking into account what I want for my new life. I finish five minutes later, and the page is filled with black ink. I slide the paper across the table to Death who picks it up and skims the page.

"My, my, you are picky aren't you?" he asks, looking at me with mocking eyes. "Tell me if I got all of it; you want to live in the universe of Ouran High School Host Club as an American transfer; you want to get in with an art scholarship, though you could have gotten in on an academic one; a deftness in archery, hand to hand combat (of any kind), dance, gymnastics; a natural, remarkable ability in all forms of art; a beautiful singing voice as well as the ability to play any and all musical instruments; a natural gift in acting and theatre; a photographic memory; unrivaled computer hacking skills; the ability to pick a lock; and an extensive knowledge in every subject, including every language. In possessions you would like a fully furnished apartment to your taste with a bathroom, kitchen, two bedrooms, a TV room, and an art studio next; you want to live next door to Haruhi Fujioka and her father; a cabinet in the art studio stocked full of never-ending art supplies; a flat screen TV; a comfortable sofa and reclining chair; a top-of-the-line laptop; free Internet and Wi-Fi connection; an iPod, iPad, and iPhone with a free data plan; a closet with a never-ending supply of any clothes you want; a fridge and pantry filled with a never-ending supply of your favorite foods and drinks; a skateboard; a bank account with a never-ending supply of money, and all of your possessions to be unbreakable. Then, in appearance, you want to have golden brown hair that flows down your back in loose curls; long dark eyelashes framing vibrant, large, green eyes with golden flecks; a flat stomach and high metabolism with soft curves; delicate features; and a perfect complexion. You want to enter the universe at the first episode and as a 15 year-old girl in class 1-A. That's all right? I'm not letting you get anymore than this, but remember you are stuck with it. No turning back afterwards. Do you understand?"

I nod.

He looks at me with a calculating gaze. "Alright. Have fun."

With that, he snaps his fingers and my vision goes black.

*Deaths POV*

Well, this should be interesting. Alexandra Montgomery, you sure have an interesting path set before you. I should grab my popcorn and pull up a seat.

I look at my watch. Or maybe not.

I disappear from the small room to reap another soul.

A/N: Please review. I don't especially like the way I introduced this story. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears.