Soft breathing.

"Miss Lithum."

Hair the shade of dark blood splayed around her.

"Miss Lithum."

Eyes the color of the sea hidden beneath creamy pale china-like eyelids.

"MISS LITHUM!"

The girl's eyes snapped open and she lifted her head from her arms, her sleep disturbed by the angry bald man standing in front of her desk. He huffed as she drew a lazy look to him.

"Miss Lithum, if you can find the time to sleep in my class then you must already know the material inside and out. Would you please go and answer the problem on the board?"

Amy sighed and set her bandaged hands on the desk, pushing herself so she would have room to stand. Why are her hands bandaged? No-one really knows, it's just her fashion most say. Just like how she wears an altered boy's uniform. Instead of pants, she has a short black skirt.

She walked to the board and began to write. The class whispered about the bruises on her legs and her busted lip. She would show up at school covered in injuries all the time. At first, people began to ask about them. Sometime later they just stopped.

Amy finished writing then walked back to her seat, satisfied with the look on her teachers face. She doesn't look like it, but she's not entirely stupid.

Ding

The class stood up and the teacher yelled out the homework assignment. Amy shoved her things into her bag and closed it. Takeshi walked over to her, Mitskuni already on his shoulders.

"Are you ready to go, Amy?" The overactive blonde beamed at her. She couldn't help but give a small smile to him.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Takeshi snatched up her bag before she could get her hands near it. Amy sighed and followed the two as they walked out.

After Takeshi's kendo meeting, they made their way to Music Room 3. Takashi and Mitskuni went to await their guests while Amy got comfortable on the couch.

She didn't request anyone, nor was she a host. She just sat and watched over them. She was the body guard for the Host Club in a way.

Amy eyed the door as it swung open, revealing a crowd of squealing girls. A small sigh escaped her lips. Watching these girls fawn over the boys of the Host Club was getting old. Well, boys and one cross-dressing girl.

Takeshi sat next to her and Mitskuni sat on the opposite couch. Girls crowded around the three seniors. The red head picked herself up and gathered some tea on a tray. A sudden presence next to her caused her to look up only find none other than the Shadow King writing in his little black book.

"You know Amy Rose-sempai; you really should rethink becoming a hostess. The club would profit greatly from it." Kyoya adjusted his glasses and she snorted.

"I've already told you that I won't. Doing that basically labels me as a whore." Amy picked up the tray and walked back to her seat, giving everyone a cup.

A few hours later the Host Club was closing up and Tamaki was attempting to hug Amy goodbye. He was sent flying across the room as she kicked him in the jaw, her leg still vertically in the air.

"Stop trying to touch me." She muttered. Tamaki had tears running down his face as she set her leg down.

"B-But Amy Rose-sempai! You let Hani-sempai hug you!" he pointed an accusing finger at the small blonde who was clinging to her shoulders, like he would Takeshi. Since she was 5"11 and his cousin was 6"2 it wasn't that much of a difference.

"Mitskuni's different." With that, she turned and left, Takeshi quickly catching up to her. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around so he could look in her eyes.

"What happened to your lip and legs?" She sighed. The girl knew he was going to ask her sooner or later. If not him, then Mitskuni would bug her about it.

"It's nothing. I hurt myself, like always. Just drop it." Amy crossed her arms over her chest. Takeshi held her stare for a moment, aqua-green looking into deep chocolate brown. Finally, he released her wrist and looked away. Mitskuni bent down so he could hook her arms around her neck. He snuggled the side of his face to hers.

"Well, I hope you get better quick. Ok, Amy?" He kissed her cheek and she nodded. They made it to the parking lot and Mitskuni hopped off her shoulder when they got to her car. It was a sleek black Jaguar, her baby.

"Bye Amy! Drive safe!" Mitskuni all but yelled. Takeshi nodded at her.

"See you tomorrow." She said goodbye and got in, driving off. A half hour later, she pulled into a shady looking gym. Amy stepped out and grabbed her duffel bag from the back seat, locking her car, and walking inside.

'Well, here we go.' She thought. A quick walk to a door in the back and she had already gotten about 6 strange looks. She shrugged it off and stepped through, walking to the changing rooms.

"Amy!" A short woman with dark black hair walked up to her and pushed her into a separate room. It was similar to a cheap dressing room for movie stars.

"You ready for this one? He's a tough one. Got serious roid rage, I don't think he'll lighten up because you're a girl." Amy rolled her eyes and began stripping, putting on a pair of red shorts and a white tank top. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

"It doesn't matter."

"Good, you're up in 5. Make me proud girlie." The woman left through a door. Amy looked at herself in the mirror, eyeing the bruises and scars on her arms. A sigh escaped her lips and she lowered her eyes.

It was amazing that she could lie so easily to Takeshi and Mitskuni. They have been next to her since she could remember. She hated herself. In her mind, she was worse than any killer or rapist. Her eyes teared up and she viciously rubbed at them. She heard her name being called and she walked out.

The roar of the crowd deafened her for a moment. She stepped inside the ring and faced a guy about 25, the same height as her and he looked like he weighed 200 pounds. His muscles bulged on his shirtless body and he scoffed when he saw she was a chick.

"3…2…1…Fight!" The guy threw the first punch. Amy caught it and maneuvered so he fell on his face. She set her hands on her hips.

"That it?" He steamed and picked himself up. He aimed for her stomach and she moved to the side, giving him a round-house to the face. He bounced back and grabbed her shoulders, hoping to throw her down.

Instead, she rolled and pushed herself up. The guy moved closer to her and kicked her feet out from under her. The red head fell to the ground. He smirked and reached out of the ring, picking up a wooden chair. Amy got on her hands on knees as she tried to get up.

The man raised the chair over his head and slammed it over her back. She groaned as she hit the ground again. She rolled over just in time to avoid being hit with his elbow. She panted as pain rung through her body and protested her getting up.

Mr. Steroids picked up a particularly sharp piece of wood from the broken chair. He gave her an angry smile and slashed it across her stomach. She cried out in pain as blood beaded then ran down her skin. He cut along her upper hip as well.

Amy finally grabbed his wrist when he went for another wound and flipped him over her. She scrambled up and ignored the white hot pain trying to consume her movements. He quickly got up and before he could react, she punched him in the face. As he stumbled back she landed a kick to his chest.

It went on like that for about a minute before he fell to the ground, unconscious in a pool of his own blood. The ref cried out numbers then held her arm above her head.

"And the winner is, yet again, Blood Rose!" Amy smirked and bent down. She gathered some of the guy's blood on her finger and drew 'BR' across his chest. The crowd exploded with screams, jumping up and down like idiots.

Amy pulled into the long driveway of her home. It was mansion with an alarming similarity to Waddesdon Manor. She quickly made her way to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"Fuck, this hurts like a bitch." She cursed, gently touching the area under her ribs. That guy cut her pretty bad there; she had to wrap it with gauze. The cut on her hip wasn't a big deal, a band-aid was all it needed. The pain was still there though.

She pulled out a box from her closet and opened it. She took out what looked to be a cigarette without the filter at the end. She grabbed the lighter and lit the end of it. Amy took a long breath in and let the smoke sit in her lungs for about thirty seconds, and then she slowly exhaled.

A foggy feeling clouded her brain. The pain dulled and she took another drag. She repeated the process until she couldn't feel any pain or anything much at all. Smoke filled her room as she continued to smoke the blunt.

A low moan escaped her lips as the drug began to make her feel warm. A sense of euphoria over took the teen and a small smile graced her lips. Soon the blunt became too small to smoke anymore. Amy got up and opened her balcony, tossing it out. The smoke escaped and she set her hands on the railing, staring at the sky.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. The vibrations made her giggle; it was like her phone was tickling her. She pulled it out of her back pocket and checked it. It was simply reminding her that it was almost out of battery. She took this chance to check the time.

'Damn, 3 A.M.? Tomorrow's gunna suck…'

Hello! Please tell me what you think, I suck at doing first chapeters because, for me, it's used for character introduction and giving a little insight on their personality and what-not! I'm eager to know what you think of it. And in case you couldn't figure it out, Amy is part of an illegal fight club. Her stage name is Bloody Rose because Rose is part of her first name and no-one gets out without spilling some blood when facing her.

I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, I only own Amy Rose and the plot along with any other OC's I decide to throw in there.

Please reveiw, it means alot to me!

LoveLove, Aimee