"How bad did he punish you yesterday?" Ume-chan asked the next morning in the limo.

"Not too bad," I lied. I had been burned severely last night and had several large bruises. I made sure to cover them all up before I got in the car with Ume.

"What happened to you?" Kyoya asked when he found me sitting in the host room.

"Rough night," I winced as speaking the few words felt like I was digging a knife into my side.

"You can start working as a host to pay off your dept!" Honey-Senpai grinned.

"We can't have a host like him here," Tamaki whined.

"Why not?" I groaned as the words escaped.

"You are not in the correct physical condition," Tamaki shrugged. Was it that easy to tell?

"Listen, Hikozoa, we aren't friends and even I can notice you're in pain. I'll ask you one more time. What the hell happened to you?" Kyoya walked over to me and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Just a beating," I mumbled. The hosts looked taken back.

"You get beaten?" Honey-Senpai asked with tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded.

"I'm leaving now," I muttered. I stood up and left. I walked as quickly as I could to find Ume-Chan and eat lunch with him. I really needed him. Not only because he was sharing his lunch with me, but he can always make me feel better.


"What did you want to get to eat?" Ume asked as we waited in the lunch line.

"Anything's fine," I huffed. Ume got the seafood platter. It had crab, lobster, sushi, and some other things on it. When Ume was ordering the platter he asked them to split it in half.

"They were so generous when I told them I would be sharing with you. They pretty much gave us two orders but only charged me for one," Ume smiled. The hosts sat down by us shortly after we got our food. I noticed Haruhi staring at my dish.

"Want some?" I asked. She contemplated my offer before shaking her head.

"It's your dish. That would be rude," Haruhi stared at the food.

"Nonsense," I moved closer to her seat and pushed the plate in front of her. My stomach couldn't really handle eating a lot of food at this point.

"You screwed up," a voice said from behind me. I looked up and saw a buff third year standing behind me. His hair was messy and brown, and his eyes were almost red.

"What did I do?" I asked. I was looking up at the voice when I added, "Senpai Hatashi."

"It's been going around the school that you'll be working in the host club," he glared down at me.

"Only a possibility, Senpai," I stuttered.

"Well, my girlfriend won't stop talking about how cute and shy you are. She's already talked about making damn reservations at the club to be entertained by you," his face was getting redder as he got angrier.

"I apologize. Won't be a damn host anyways," I inclined my head.

"Well, that's not fuqqing good enough," he replied. In a matter of seconds he had grabbed my left arm. He was pushing forcefully on my burns and bruises, although he didn't realize it. I cried out in pain as he dragged me, by my arm, over the chair I was sitting in.

"Looks like he's a wimp," Juak, another third year, replied.

"Please put me down," I whispered. I had tears in my eyes and I could feel my fresh wounds starting to bleed again. Hatashi started to notice I was bleeding.

"Why is your arm wet?" he let go in disgust. My entire left sleeve was soaked in blood. Hatashi's hand had red on it too. I fell to the ground and whimpered in pain.

"Yuuki-Kun! Are you okay?" Ume rushed over to me and lifted me into his arms.

"Big mistake," Mori-Senpai grabbed onto Hatashi's shoulders. He whispered something to Ume before Ume took off running.

"Are you okay?" Ume asked as he set me down in a host changing room.

"No," I sputtered. Ume had begun taking my jacket and shirt off.

"There's so much blood," Ume shook. He threw his cloak off and ran to the first aid kit.

"Your cloak," I croaked. Ume started cleaning off my arm and bandaging my other wounds.

"You're more important right now," Ume shook his head.

"Is Hikozoa-Senpai alright?" the twins barged into the room. Within a split second Ume threw his cloak over me.

"Is he alright?" Hikaru asked.

"Get out," Ume growled. He had pulled me into his arms and started applying bandages on me under the cloak.

"Who are you to boss us around?" Kaoru glared.

"I'm your Senpai Nekozawa, that's who," he glared back. They gasped before running out.

"We brought you a hoodie!" Honey smiled. Ume helped me put on the hoodie, and I dug my fingers into Ume's hair. He lifted me up and put the cloak around the both of us.

"Thank you both. We'll be leaving now," Ume inclined his head before walking to the classroom he used for, well, everything. Ume grabbed a second cloak, lighter than his, and draped it around my shoulders. "I will be letting our teachers know we won't be attending class. Get some rest," Ume smiled lightly. The candles in the room left a pleasant smell that let my drift off to sleep.

-line break-

Within a matter of hours Mori and Honey had remembered me. We grew up together and used to be best friends. When my mother died I had to move, erase all history of my existence, and leave every friend I made behind. It would be more troublesome for them to know who I am then I thought it would be.

-line break-

That night, Oyaji and I got into a really bad fight. It started out with a normal dinner.

"How was work?" I asked. I knew he had barely worked. He worked at a bar and mostly drank instead of serving. He nodded and scarfed down his food. With a knock at the door he stood up and went to answer it.

"Hello, is Yuuki here?" Honey-Senpai asked. When he peered in the door he saw me, the look of pain and panic on my face.

"Yuuki, you little whore. Have you been sleeping around with these boys?" Oyaji yelled at me.

"We must have the wrong house," Mori muttered. As he closed the door I froze on the spot.

"How dare you go behind my back and do such a shitty thing!" Oyaji screamed.

"I didn't even know those boys," I argued back weakly.

An hour later and I was so beaten and bloodied I was surprised I was alive.

"I'm disowning you. Leave my house," Oyaji glared. He then turned on the television and downed some beer. I limped to my room and grabbed my bag and cell phone. When I snuck past him to open the door he slammed the bottle down. I hurried out the door and closed it.

"Worthless," I coughed. I was limping towards Ume-chan's house when I heard a car stop next to me.

"Excuse me, Miss, do you need a ride somewhere?" the voice asked. So familiar. I turned and faced Kyoya. I hope he doesn't recognize me. "Please get in the car, you need some medical attention," Kyoya begged. I tried to limp towards the car but fell over.

"Kita, you better get your ass back to the house right now!" Oyaji screamed.

"Help me," I croaked. Kyoya must have sensed that the voice belonged to who had hurt me. He had gotten out of the car, picked me up, and placed me gently in his lap.

"Drive," Kyoya ordered.

"Where are we going?" the driver asked.

"Take her back to our residence first," Kyoya ordered. He looked down at me and moved my hair out of my face. I flinched. There was a large cut down my face, bruises all over, and new burn marks.