Summary: It all started with a chance meeting of two girls. Their illegal business. And their care free way of life. Then it turned into their connections, from future detectives to famous actresses. And finally to them, drowning in their own sorrows and still willing to take care of: The host club.
Mai Takeda and Azumi Ojima stood outside a tall building, they weren't quite sure what it was, but they got a call, and their get away car was running four blocks away, so they figured they were safe enough.
"What kind of call was it?" Azumi asked her friend innocently, looking at her elder with oval brown eyes.
"Meth head, desperate need for his fix, So I cut him some slack and told him he could pay me back." Mai answered coldly with her usual no nonsense attitude.
"Did you cut him short?"
Mai gave her friend a smile that could make the devil shiver. "Of course, just enough to leave him coming for more."
Azumi couldn't help but smile in relief, she had no idea what she would do without Mai making all the decisions, her quick thinking and genius ploys have always kept the two of them safe, and also let them help out at home a little.
"There." Mai said, lifting a blue nail to the direction of a man walking, he looked grungy as hell, with an oversized jacket, an orange beanie, and of course, teeth that were rotted to the point where they resembled more of a dirty penny then actual bone. He limped when he walked, but he couldn't have been more then 40. Once he got a little closer, they could tell that he was walking on a peg.
"Wonder how many balls he got for that leg." Mai jokes bitterly to herself.
"Hey you!" He slurs walking up.
"Yeah?" Mai as usual, snaps.
"Y-your that girl with the red hair... And the blue tips."
"Yeah and your that drunk guy who's going to pay me back right?" Mai says simply, causing the mans eyes to flare.
"Mai, this isn't a good idea!" Azumi screeches, stumbling against the brick of the building.
The man decides to go after Mai however, getting in the face. She cringed as the smell of cheap liquor filled her nostrils.
"Are you calling me a drunk?"
She smiles then, looking at him with clear blue eyes. "You live in a box a few roads down from here and you spend all your money on nicotine and beer. That is when you aren't trying to get your hands on a pricey 8 ball. You started using at a young age, bless your soul, but the drinking didn't start until you were married with two children, they should be 9 and 11 right? Two years apart, girls. Melissa and Alison."
He stands back then, staring at the teenager with wide eyes, Azumi gasps also, unable to hide her shock.
And he does what only a powerless drunk can do, and he swings, aiming for the face; what a cheap shot Mai thinks to herself as she takes his arm and snaps it. Pushing him against the brick, only two inches from Azumi, scratching his face against it.
"I don't think you know who I am fucker, but ask about me and you'll know. You got me off of one of your little friends, probably Jason. But don't worry, I'll whip you both into shape." She snarls, dropping him on the ground, with a swift kick she continues talking.
"Your not smarter then me, I have all your information, I will get my money. But..." She trails off.
The man beneath her sky blue converse whimpered in response.
"Not for the 8 ball, I'm not giving it to you."
He cries out in protest, though he isn't able to really talk, Mai kicked him in the mouth.
"Listen, I know addictions, I've been around them most of my life. And I know a guy that can help treat you, you won't have to quit cold turkey, you can get a job, get a place, and once your sure your stable you can go to court and see your baby girls again."
The man himself sits up with a groan, wiping the blood from his mouth, he perks his lips a little, as if seeing if they still work.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked in a strangled voice.
Mai doesn't answer right away, instead she reaches down to the pockets of her leather bomber and grabs a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and hands it to him, lighting one up for herself.
Azumi looks at her pleadingly then.
"No." Was Mai's only reply causing Azumi to deflate like a kicked puppy.
"Anyway." Mai starts, giving the man a wide smile. If it was possible for him to be even more shocked by this girl the time would be now.
"The reason I'm helping you is because there's no reason for me not to. I know I'm a drug dealer but you hit rock bottom, and hard. It's about damn time you start fighting and get back up."
"There's no point." He says gruffly. "I'll never get my job back."
"Or a chance to get back to your little hobby?" She says with a knowing smile.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to pay my life savings for something I could just make myself?"
"I understand, but right now, why don't we just focus on you getting that arm fixed, I know I caused some damage, you might even need surgery." She says with a bitter laugh.
He gasps. "How did a girl like you get so strong!"
"Long story, get your ass up I'm not telling it today."
And the three walked onwards not realizing that their were two figures watching them.
"Haruhi!" The twins shouted rushing into the host club.
"Wh-what?" Haruhi shouted as the twins hugged her crying. The host club was about ten minutes away from starting and the twins were late, not even dressed in their princely costumes.
"What's with you guys?" Haruhi shouted as they started to throw money at her.
"Haruhi please don't sell drugs!" Hikaru shouted.
"Please! We know your financial situation is rough but we'll help you." Kaoru cried.
"Promise!" They both shouted.
"Wait! My little girl's selling drugs?!" Tamaki shouted running over Haruhi.
"Come on now Tamaki, I doubt that's true." Kyoya scowled, only to be ignored by Tamaki who was crying in Haruhi's lap.
"Haruhi why! That's so dangerous!" Honey screamed, looking up at her worriedly.
"Yeah." Mori replied.
Haruhi sat there, freaking out. Why were they all accusing her of selling drugs? She's never done that. In fact she's never touched drugs, unless you count that wine her dad always brings home, plus the occasional alcohol at the hosts clubs parties. Oh my god! Am I becoming an alcoholic?! She thought to herself before shaking her head. No, I'm just shook up by all these questions she thought to her self.
"Enough! I don't sell drugs where the hell are you getting this from!"
"Well we saw these girls." Hikaru started.
"And their from your neighborhood." Kaoru.
"And they were selling drugs." Hikaru.
"These white balls." Kaoru.
"And the one beat up this man!" Hikaru.
"While the other just stood behind." Kaoru.
"And in the end she ended up picking the man up, and being nice to him." Hikaru.
"Or at least that's what we think, we were to far to actually hear anything." Kaoru.
Haruhi stopped and thought a minute, until she remembered something.
"Oh! I know who your talking about!" She says, causing the faces of the host club to pale.
"You..." Hikaru
"Know..." Kaoru
"Those.." Honey.
"DELLIQUENTS!" Tamaki.
"Well no, not like that! I just mean like... I know of them." Haruhi finally decides, laughing nervously.
"Well what is it exactly you know?" Kyoya asks. His interest pipped.
"I think your thinking of Mai Takeda and Azumi Ojima. Was one of the girls wearing a.. scratched leather bomber? Bright red hair with blue tips, probably smoking?"
"Yeah that's her!" Kaoru says.
"Well where there's Mai there's Azumi. Their notorious around my neighborhood, their good people, but they do bad things. That's how their described anyways."
"Like what do you mean?" This time it was Honey who asked.
"Well they live in that orphanage down the street from me, and they run their business from that, the place is filled with drug dealers, street fighters, even an underground doctor. But Mai and Azumi run it all, and even so all of that money goes straight to the orphanage."
"Which is why they never got caught!" The twins say with that "Oh!" Sound in their voice.
Then the subject changes but Kyoya has something on his mind. Takeda.. Where has he heard that name before?
A/N: Hey guys so I hope you liked this read, I'm sorry if I got some stuff wrong, I can't type when I'm hungover; But that's okay because this was new years, and if I wasn't sick I wouldn't be writing. I hope you guys liked this I really enjoyed writing it. I love things with a troubled past, so please read like and review! Love you! ~Angel.