Hello! This is my first Ouran FanFic, and I really hope you like it! Please send me any feedback you may have pertaining to the story. I would be grateful for it! Also, if you send me any requests, I may add them in. Thanks!

I do not own any characters from Ouran Highschool Host Club except for Aika Ashur, a character of my creation.

Run. Just Run! I need to escape… I need to be free!

My train of thought stopped abruptly as pain engulfed my legs and left side.

Crap. More bullet scars…

The adrenaline and fear of being pulled back into captivity kept me running.

I don't want to be a lab rat anymore! I'm not a danger to society like scientists continue to tell me! I'm a human being… well... scratch that… but I have human emotions and a soul! I just need to find… water…

Tears streaming down my face, I continued to run away from my attackers.

Please Lord, let me find water!

I spotted somewhere called Abernacky Park up ahead… and with a sudden jolt of happiness I dove into its pond and hoped that even with the bullet wounds, old and new, I could transform into my true self. My legs were replaced with a beautiful emerald tail with golden silk tips that surprisingly allowed me to move 120 times faster than a regular human. My tattered white shirt vanished and was replaced with a magnificent, light blue, sparkling bikini top that had three elegant straps on one shoulder that trailed back down my lower back. My blood red hair grew from twelve inches long to two feet long, with golden threads mixed within. My eyes stayed the same emerald green they usually do, except they were now ridden of tears as I found temporary comfort. I was quickly jerked out of my happy place, though, when another bullet wound hit my shoulder and quickly ricocheted back off, hitting a nearby tree.

Good thing I'm bullet-resistant when in my true form… and it's nice that my scars don't show while I'm in my Amatheia state… too bad I can still feel them!

I am the sole surviving member of the Amatheia tribe. I uphold the laws and standards of my people who were ruthlessly hunted in the middle ages. My family survived the massacre, only to die after I was born, his death caused by a terrible sickness.

As I harnessed the energy of the water, my forehead and back began to glow in two areas, one on my back in the place where my angel wings would be (of I were to have enough energy to transform into them), and my forehead glowed (as I was using a good deal of mental concentration in my weakened state to harness the water's energy.)

Slowly and painfully, I levitated out of the water and used some of my powers to create a translucent, yet protective bubble of water around me to act as a force field of sorts. I was not trying to hurt all of these people who were so wrongfully trying to hurt me, but they had begun to bring even more members of their assault team with even more advanced weapons out to play.

I have no choice…

I harnessed a large percentage of my power to chant a spell that won't hurt them, but it will render them incapable of actions of any sort for the next five minutes (well, other than breathing.)

Fà facili chjudi!

The spell immediately took effect, as every person within her sight sat down, seemingly dumbfounded.

Time to leave… I'm not powerful enough to generate my wings… but I can swim to the other side of the lake and leave by foot.

In fifteen seconds I reached the opposite end of the lake. I dragged myself onto the damp soil at the edge of the pond, and in a matter of seconds, I turned back into a "human." I half crawled and half walked to the nearby street.

It sucks that I can only use my powers in my Ocean or Air Form. Oh well.

My thoughts began to trail off, but I soon remembered that I was in the streets of Japan at night. It's a nice part of Japan, but still. Not good!

If I'm lucky, maybe I can use enough power to create myself a tiny, protected shelter in an alley.

As I looked down though, I realized I only had enough power to create a loose, high neck t-shirt and purple gym shorts to wear. I don't even have enough power to dry my hair! I also noticed that my recent wounds were starting to bleed through my shirt, and I almost fell over as I looked at them with a pained expression on my face. I can't generate any more power.

Scratch the shelter, a box will do.

This is really sad. I used to be a part of the great tribe of Amatheia, and now I'm so frequently sought after by power-hungry people that will do anything to please the government or get more money that I can't even harness enough power to make a decent shelter or a nice outfit.

As I was looking through the alley dumpster for a dry box, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey, are you okay?" The stranger asked.

I turned around to look at the kind stranger. She was in jean overalls with a cute pixie cut, and it looked really good on her. She soon seemed to realize, though, of my bullet wounds and gasped.

I've been in more pain than this before. Just acknowledge the stranger and try to get some sleep.

I nodded at her politely, and continued to rummage through the dumpster. Who knows if this person is dangerous? Even if she was, though, it's not like I could do anything about it.

The stranger soon turned me around and whispered so that nearby people could not hear her.

"You can come with me. Me and my friends can get you help," She said, and gestured to her group of friends, all male, and moved away from me just enough so I could see them. "This is Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru, Suoh Tamaki, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Morinozuka Takashi, and Ootori Kyoya. They might look a little intimidating, but they're nice once you get to know them."

She looks like a very nice person, but I'm running on empty. I don't know how much longer I can stay... awake...

I was about to speak, but stumbled across my own feet from pain. The all looked at me with concern flashing in their eyes. Well.. all except the one whose name is apparently Kyoya. He only pulled out his phone and continue on with his social life. Jerk.

"Thank you." I mumbled, and the stranger seemed to hear me.

"My name is Haruhi. Fujioka Haruhi." She said.

"My name… is… Ashur Aika," I managed to state, before I collapsed onto the hard pavement below me.