*disclaimer: No; I don't own The Wallflower...Yet. -grins-

'Kay here goes nothin'. Tell me if you hate it.

The Little Sister's Organization

Chapter One:

Sunako! FOUR BOYS LIVE HERE!

I had to get away.

There was no way in hell I was going to die like this. Not without destroying him first.

I had one chance. One.

I couldn't blow it.

I refused to give in.

Therefore, I continued to run.

I ran as fast as I could, but I was limping, bleeding, and I was pretty sure my right wrist was broken. Yes, quite sure.

That goon snapped it like a twig.

Like it was nothing.

It was raining, I was soaked and I was covered in mud, blood and burn marks scarred my cheeks.

I tripped over a tree root as lightning crackled over my head.

"She went this way! Get the bitch!" I heard shouts from not too far behind me.

Damn. They work fast. I forced myself to stand and continued through the forest. I was about to collapse when I saw something…In the distance…A…House…?

Yes!

It was a house!

I pushed myself faster.

Just a few more feet…Keep going…Keep going…

I reached the porch and tripped up the stairs.

I started to pound on the door.

"Come on! Open up! Open up!" I whispered frailly.

"Where'd she go?" The voices were coming closer.

I continued to pound, harder.

"Please! Open the damn door!" I muttered. The house wasn't really a house. It was more of a mansion…

Unexpectedly the door swung open.

"Yes…May I help y-" A girl with long dark hair in sweats and a T-shirt was standing at the door. She trailed off as she looked me over. She began to smile, "Blood…Is that blood all over you…? Can I…Have your shirt?" She asked as if she were enchanted by my blood. I was too weak and hell-bent on survival to care that she was so weird.

"Yes. One condition. You…Have to hide me…" I managed to say before more shouts were heard.

"Deal." She reached out, captured my left wrist, tugged me inside and hid me behind the super-sized door. I heard running footsteps drawing closer to the door and I whimpered. The girl put a finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet.

"Hey you!" I heard one of the guys shout. My heart started to pick up speed. "Did you see…?" The guy trailed off.

"Yes?" The girl who had pulled me inside inquired.

"U-uhm…" The guy stuttered.

"Dude! What are you doing?" Another voice joined them.

"I was going to ask…But…She's…." The first guy's whisper trailed off.

"What the hell are you talking a-" The second guys' sentence ended with a yelp. Then silence. They almost sounded afraid. I wondered briefly why…

"Ask her then!" The second guy whispered to the first.

"U-uhm…Did you see a girl run by…?" The guys voice squeaked at the end of the sentence.

"No-" The girl said in a monotone.

The guy cut off the rest of her sentence, "Well! Sorry to bother you! We'll go now!" He exclaimed. As the girl was closing the door, I overheard him say, "That girl…Looked REALLY scary…Gave me the creeps-" The rest of what he was going to say was cut off, as the door swung home.

As soon as I heard the click of the door, muscles, which I hadn't even known were tensed up, loosened. A small sigh of relief escaped my mouth. Now that I was safe, my adrenaline was wearing off, and I started to feel a sharp pain in my right wrist, my cheeks burned, and there was a dull pounding, that was spreading from the base of my skull to the rest of my brain. Made sense. That guy had thrown me into a brick wall…I probably had a concussion.

But, it was worth it. It was all worth it. I had gotten what I needed. I still had the evidence. My left hand instinctively covered the slight bulge of the precious tap recorder in my left pocket. I leaned against the wall, and closed my eyes. I was so sleepy…The adrenaline was almost gone, and I felt like I might black out.

My eyes snapped open, as the girl (Presumably) tapped me on my shoulder. "Shirt…?" She asked. I frowned. Why'd she want my shirt so bad? I mean, it was ruined. In fact, everything that I was wearing was ruined. My black cargo pants were shredded, from pushing through thorn bushes (The bushes only came up to my knees) the shoes were caked with mud, and seared, and the shirt that she wanted so badly, was dirty, peppered with holes (When I was being tortured, they used cigarettes, and just burned my stomach through the shirt) and soaked in blood. A sudden thought hit me. If my clothes looked that bad, just think about my face and hair…I shuddered. I didn't want to deal with it (Too much work) so I decided to ignore the thought, by shoving it to the back of my mind. I looked down at the girl, because she was a little shorter than I was.

"Go for it." I replied. She smiled, in what seemed like joy.

"Thank you!" She grinned as she started to help me take it off. She had just lifted it up about three inches when a voice interrupted her.

"Hey Sunako, who was at the doo-" A girl's voice cut off abruptly. I looked up. A girl who was tall, with brown hair, cupids' bow lips, and pretty big blue eyes, was frozen a few feet away from me and the girl, whose name I assumed was Sunako. She first looked at Sunako, then at me. She stared at me in horror. Suddenly, I felt the urge to laugh. I clenched my teeth to keep the laughter in. "W-what are you doing…?" The girl trailed off in shock.

"She's giving me her shirt." Sunako replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The girl with brown hair looked at me then blinked once at Sunako, "Right. Of course." She turned around and started to run back the way she had come, crying in a freaked out girly voice, "TAKENAGA!"

As soon as she disappeared around the corner exhausted and crazy sounding giggles bubbled up and spilled over. I threw my head back as hysterical half-crazed laughter poured out of my mouth. This was hilarious. This entire situation was hysterical.

Sunako didn't say anything, didn't even give me a weird look, which was what normal people would have done in her position. She just continued working on taking my shirt off. If I wasn't to the point of exhaustion that it felt like I had been drugged, then I probably would have stopped her. Or, at the very least, asked her to let me take it off myself in a bathroom, or something. Sunako eased my injured right arm out of the shirt sleeve, and was just pulling the shirt off over my head, when I heard several running footsteps. I glanced at Sunako.

"Looks like your friends are coming." My voice came out slightly slurred. What the crap? My eyes started to droop. So tired…I felt my whole body sway, but snapped out of it when someone gasped. It was the girl I think. I frowned. I can't sleep. There was a few reasons why I couldn't sleep. I tried hard to think of them. Everything was fuzzy. My brain felt like there was cotton candy wrapped around it. Why couldn't I sleep? A…Concussion. Yes, I might have a concussion. Good. Now, what else…?

"Sunako!" I heard the girl exclaim. I grasped onto her voice to keep me awake. I made myself concentrate on what she was saying. "What are you doing!" She asked.

"…Taking the shirt this nice girl gave me…" Sunako replied.

"Sunako! FOUR BOYS LIVE HERE! And why would you invite a stranger inside, this late? She looks like she's about to pass out!" The girl said once again in a freaked out voice. The giggles bubbled up again. Why was she so funny…? "…She's laughing? Why is she laughing? And she looks like she's in middle school!" She exclaimed. I blinked slowly before sighing sadly.

"Why does everyone just assume I'm in…Middle school…" I trailed off as my head started to spin. When I looked up I noticed that besides Sunako, and the girl with the brown hair, there were also four other people in the room. They were all boys…And extremely good-looking, even bordering on pretty. I squinted at them in confusion. One of them was so pretty, in fact, that he was shining. He was really bright, and it kind of hurt my eyes to look at him. Then I shrugged. Rather take them…Than…The goons…Another round of dizziness shot through my body and it took everything I had not to collapse.

"…You need to put a shirt on her!" I tuned back into what the brown-haired girl was saying, most likely at the end of it.

"That's not necessary." It took me a moment to realize that I had said that. I shook myself mentally. "I mean, she can have the shirt…It's not like I need it and…." More dizziness. Sleep sounded pretty good right now. With my left hand's fingers, I pinched my right shoulder. Hard. The flash of pain cleared my mind for a second. "No. Never mind about the shirt…Not important…" Damn. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. With as little movement as possible, I turned towards Sunako. My head swam and the room started spinning. I pinched my arm again. Then reached into my left pocket, gripped the precious recorder in my hand, pulled it out, and offered it to Sunako. She looked at it for a moment before taking it. Then, pain-stakingly, I bent down, slid my slip-on black van off of my right foot, peeled off my sock, and produced a thin strip of paper. I also offered this to her. She accepted it. "Call the number. Use the password. Protect the recorder. The people you contact will…Tell…You what…To do…" My eyes started to flutter shut as my body swayed back and forth again.

"Are you okay?" The brown-haired girl gasped.

Dark hysterical giggles bubbled up from my mouth, "Am I okay?" I repeated her question. My shoulders shook as I continued laughing, "I'm doing better than I was." I answered as I started to laugh some more. Suddenly my laughing turned into coughing and my dizziness came back in full swing. I coughed violently into my left hand, and when I opened my eyes and glanced down, dark red blood was peppered all over it.

"Blood! Y-you just coughed up blood…!" The girl with the brown hair exclaimed. Sunako smiled. I nodded. "What…Why…?" She trailed off.

"Internal bleeding, probably. They might be thick in the head, but they sure know what true torture is…" I trailed off as my expression darkened.

"Torture…?" Sunako asked, her eyes brightening. I nodded, as she started to grin, "How was it? Did they use medieval torture devices? Did they starve you? Were you chained up?" She asked her excitement growing with every word. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Torture is…Torture. Nothing medieval was used. They fed me bread, and a little water, and they didn't chain me up; they assumed that I was too weak to escape. Their assumption that I was weak because I looked so, was where they were mistaken…" Dizziness hit me again as I trailed off, reminding me that my body was tired and ready to give out. Right. I shook myself mentally. "Do as I instructed you to…." I trailed off as I considered what she might want for doing me such a favor. "If you were a normal person I'd promise you money, but since you don't seem normal…" I trailed off. Then a mental light bulb went on over my head, "Then, you can have my shoes and pants too. They're also soaked in blood." I offered. Sunako smiled, as if she were a little fourth grade girl who got a backstage pass to a Justin Bieber concert.

"Deal." She said for the second time tonight.

I gave her a thumbs-up with my left hand, as the room started to spin again.

"Wait! Why are you just giving her your clothes?" That was the brown-haired girl.

I sighed, "Well, it's not like they're usable, and besides…" I started to sway again as gray dots danced in front of my eyes blotting out parts of my vision. "I'm gonna die anyway, probably…" I muttered.

"How can you say that so calmly?" This was a squeaky voice, a new voice. The voice belonged to a boy, who was taller than I by several inches and who…Looked prettier than I did, even on my best day. My eyebrow twitched.

"Because…" I whispered as I looked him in the eye, "I've finished the case now. That bastard is going to rot…In jail…For what he….Did…To all…Of those…Girls…" The room started to sway around me. "Plus, at least if I die now, I brought justice to…Juliet…" I trailed off. A new wave of dizziness forced me to my knees. The brown-haired girl gasped again.

"Someone call a doctor!" She cried as she fell to her knees beside me. One of the boys took off down the hall. I'm not sure which one. "Hang in there, y-you'll be alright…." She comforted. I patted her on the arm, letting her know that I appreciated her efforts.

Then I looked up at Sunako, "Promise." I demanded.

"I promise." She agreed.

"Good. My clothes are all yours once I die." Thus with a last morbid smile, I sank into unconsciousness.

You know that place where you're in between dreamland and the waking world, where you can hear everything that's going on around you, but your eyes are still closed, and you feel weightless, not really there, just floating by? That's where I was right now. At the very brink of waking. I continued breathing regularly, as a swirl of voices surrounded me. For the most part, they sounded the same.

"She's been out for almost two weeks right…?"

"Yeah. Her family was contacted, but her mom is on her way now."

"Why is she only coming now? Why not last week?"

"Apparently she was doing business somewhere, where there wasn't anyway to reach her."

"Oh."

"…"

"This girl is quite cute when you really look at her; all you have to do is ignore the singed hair…Too bad her chest is so flat." Flat…Chest? Something started to stir inside of me. I was somewhat awake now.

"Ranmaru! Don't say things like that; when she's not even awake to defend herself!" A squeaky voice. I recognized it. A blurry image filled my mind. It was the boy who was pretty, yes, very pretty…

"What? I wouldn't tell her that if she was awake…." Ranmaru, I assumed.

"Why wouldn't you…?"

"Because it would hurt her delicate feelings, and crush her self-esteem…" Wha…? I was awake now. "And it would make a terrible first impression. I can't stand girls to hate me…" Hmmn. Maybe I should play with him…Wait, wait, wait. My first question should have been, 'Where the hell am I?' not, 'Maybe I should play with him…' Focus. I needed to focus. What had happened? Where am I? These are important questions that need answering.

"I think it's fine if she has a flat chest! She just hasn't developed yet." The squeaky voice again. Wha…? Hasn't developed…?

"You seem rather defensive of her Yuki. Could it be…That you have…A crush on her?" The voice that spoke this time was different from the other two. More than two people? How very curious…Wait. CRUSH?

"N-no! She just can't defend herself, so I felt a responsibility towards her! I-I don't have a crush on her! She looks like she's in the seventh grade! That would be weird!" I heard Yuki, as his name appeared to be, exclaim. A responsibility? Seventh grade? Weird? Grr. Again. It happened again. I AM NOT A SEVENTH GRADER DAMNIT! Pisses me off. PISSES ME OFF! PISSES. ME. OFF. Wait a second! Why am I so mad? Do I like this Yuki? Do I even know him? Hells-to-the-nah. So there's absolutely no reason to be mad. Yet…Why am I still so pissed? I gritted my teeth together to keep from grinding them.

"Well if you like the little-girl type, then you could always do perverted things to her while she's unconscious. In fact, who's to say you haven't yet? You're the one who's been taking care of her right? Other than Sunako or Noi." My whole body tensed. What? Perverted…Little girl…?

"No! I wouldn't do that. Don't say such useless things, Ranmaru!" Yuki defended himself.

"You've probably thought about it, though."

"N-no!" Yuki cried.

"Aw, you're blushing. You look so cute, just like a girl!" The tone of his voice changed. It sounded sugary sweet.

"What are you three shouting about in here?" A monotone voice asked from a few feet away.

"Sunako!" Yuki exclaimed. "Don't sneak up on us like that!" He added.

"…Why are you blushing?" She ignored what he said with a question.

"Wha…? I'M NOT BLUSHING OKAY?" He shouted. It was a pretty loud shout.

"…I was just asking. You didn't need to shout." Sunako sighed. Poor Sunako. She seemed tired, or maybe exasperated. Sunako.

Then it hit me. Her name brought back all of the memories of that night in picture perfect clarity. The force of it jarred me out of stealth mode. My eyes flew open and I shot ramrod straight up in the bed. My sudden movement must have startled Yuki because he yelped and jumped back. I swallowed hard and my mouth felt like sand paper.

My eyes zeroed in on Sunako who stood in the entryway of the door with a curious expression on her face. "Recorder…?" I inquired my voice rough and raspy from disuse and just waking up.

"I did as you told me…Though you never died…" She murmured. Huh? Oh. The clothes. I looked down. I was wearing a shirt I didn't recognize and a pair of sweats.

"You still take the clothes?" I asked, my voice sounding a little bit closer to normal now, as I raised an eyebrow at her in question. She nodded her head in the affirmative. "Good." I plopped back onto the pillows that were piled up behind me. I rubbed my eyes. There was silence for a few moments. I sighed as I peeked out at them between my fingers. They were just looking at me. "It might sound ridiculous, but I still feel tired…" I yawned for emphasis, "So I'm going back to sleep. Don't wake me." I added. Then I opened my eyes and turned my head in the direction of the three boys, "Oh, yeah. You three should be more careful about what you say when you talk." They gave me quizzical looks. "Don't stare at people's chests. I'm not in the seventh grade. Don't talk about me as if I'm not in the room. Oh, and if any of you do anything even remotely close to being perverted to me, I'll kick your candy asses." I advised in a flat tone, along with an expressionless face. The looks of shock and horror they gave me, were priceless. I turned and smiled pleasantly at Sunako, "I like you better than all three of them put together. You're sane." I smiled. Or, at least, sane in my book. I shot one last cool smile at the three perverts and then rolled onto my side, curled up into a ball, and drifted into unconsciousness.

A/n: Good? Horrible? I accept (with tons of enthusism) constructive criticism! So please, PLEASE, review people! Thank you for reading this, and I hope you stay tuned for the next chapter! Also...Did I get the characters right? And yes it's name is strange. You'll figure out what it is...Later on.

~ XOXO EmiShae