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Haruhi: I think we all know from the description.

Shut up, you're ruining my humor time…

Haruhi: Whatever.

Just do the disclaimer.

Haruhi: The authoress owns nothing except for her OC Kyori, and the plot. Any other OCs that show up belong to Demonyokokuramafan or Hirumasbabysis. Rated M for blood and violence, coarse language, and any other reasons that may occur later in the story.

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Black and White - Chapter 1: Nowhere Near Hell

Kyori Ootori's POV

Or so I thought.

I limped into the Host Club a few days later, having been freshly beaten before entering the schoolyard. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I made my way to The Black Magic Club's doors. I knocked, trying to keep myself from breaking down.

The door cracked open, and Neko-kun gasped, taking in my disposition. "Kyori, what happened to you?" He asked, moving my hair out from in front of my eyes.

I choked back a sob and gripped his shirt with my good hand. "They're after me." I answered.

He gently held me to him and kissed the top of my head. "Who is?"

"I-Itoko-sama…"

And of course, he had to take that the wrong way. "OOTORI!" He grabbed his cloak and wig before marching right past me.

"N-no, Neko-kun!"

He ignored this and walked up to my cousin. "Ootori, what the hell is wrong with you? You help save her, and then you beat the living shit out of her?" He grabbed the front of Kyou-sama's shirt and glared at him.

Kyouya pushed his glasses up before looking straight at my pissed off boyfriend. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

I limped over to Neko-kun and tugged on his cloak sleeve. "Neko-kun, stop…" I pleaded.

"But he-"

"It wasn't him…It was his brothers…So don't get mad at him for something he didn't do…"

Kyou-sama looked at me and his eyes widened. "Yuuichi and Akito did this to you?" He asked.

I nodded, tears falling out of my eyes. "What did I do to deserve all of this..?"

Itoko-sama held me gently and patted my head. "You didn't do anything. It's not your fault." Bullshit.

I had begun to cough up blood when I heard running footsteps, and turned my head from Kyouya.

"MAMA! What's wrong with Auntie?" Tamaki demanded. "I saw her limping and-"

"Tamaki, calm down. She'll be fine as long as she's watched while she's not in school or at the Nekozawa home. My brothers are after her, now. This is probably the product of her getting Toosan arrested."

I looked down without ceasing to cough. "So it…is my fault…" I said between bloody coughs, my glasses falling off.

"Oh, your glasses broke!" The voice of Takako exclaimed.

"It's fine…" I just hung my head. This wasn't fair. Maybe if I wasn't born…I wouldn't be such a burden. No, If I had been born a boy. I should've been born a boy.

I should've been born a boy…

"Kyori? Are you going to be okay?" Kyou-sama inquired, placing a new pair of glasses on my face.

Like hell I was. All the recent problems, they were all my fault. I walked over to a window and looked straight at it.

Big mistake.

I looked straight at it, and my reflection was clear. I hated it. Every last pale, helpless inch of it. I drew back my hand, crying out in emotional agony, and slammed my fist into the glass, shattering it. "Kyori!" Takako exclaimed.

I fell to my knees, my newly bleeding and glass-filled hand twitching on my leg. My breathing was heavy, and I just didn't feel like standing up. I wanted to lie down and roll in the shattered glass so I could feel the pain I so greatly deserved. But yet, I just sat there, staring through the now empty window frame at a small white bird. Hw nice it must be…to not have a care in the world. I envied that bird. I envied everything for the fact that I had nothing.

"You stupid bitch!" "Who do you think you are?" "Look what you've done you little brat!" "Die, damn you!"

Tears streamed down my cheeks as this morning's lecture from Yuuichi-sama and Akito-sama replayed itself in my head.

"How are you gonna fix it, Kyori?" "How are you gonna show us that you're sorry?" "Say it!" "Do something, you stupid bitch!"

I'd done as Yuuichi told. I cried. I cried and took the beating given. It was all I deserved anyways. "Kyori?" Neko-kun asked.

I looked at the cloaked boy and tried to stop the tears. "Y-yes, Neko-kun?" I replied.

Why'd you do that? Look, you're a bloody mess. Come on, let's get you to a doctor. I don't think the school doctors can handle this."

I shook my head and looked down. "No."

"Why not?"

"Kyori," Mama began. "you need medical attention."

"No. It's fine." I looked at my hand and began to pull out as much glass as I could, and Daddy started having a spaz attack.

"'It's fine?' It's not fine! You're bleeding! You need to go to a hospital! MAMA! Call a doctor!" He cried.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, shut him up." Kyou-sama ordered as he started dialing.

"Will do!" The twins said in unison.

I blocked everyone out and looked at the blood on the floor. Red on white. My life wasn't even that much. More red on black, and everything is black or white. What do I do with something like that? Or maybe I don't even get that. Is it all black? Or is this as white as it gets? Have I even seen a glimpse of hell yet? I thought for sure I had.

No. I haven't seen hell. But it's close enough, I'm sure.

A/N: Woohooo! I finally got it up!

Haruhi: Good for you.

Can't you be as enthusiastic as I am?

Haruhi: How can you be enthusiastic? She's getting hurt!

I'm being enthusiastic about the sequel! Sheesh.

Kyouya: If you want chapter 2, you will review for her.

Kyouya, be nicer about it. But yes, please Read and Review!