Takeshi lay in bed, his alarm blaring next to his head. The irritating wailing forced him to slam his hand on top of the device, hitting the 'off' button. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments. He heaved himself out of the bed and began his morning routine.

As soon as he ate, he was gone. The Morinozuka sat in the car outside of Mitskuni's house awaiting his cousin. The hyperactive senior skipped to the vehicle and jumped in, blabbering on about something.

"Hey, Takeshi?" Mitskuni looked up at his cousin, the sun making his eyes sparkle.

"Hm?"

"You don't really believe what Amy says about hurting herself, do you?"

"No."

"Do you think she'll tell us what really happens?" Takeshi thought for a moment and set hand on Mitskuni's head.

"She'll tell us when she wants to." Mitskuni set his brown optics on Usa-chan and he gazed at the bunny sadly.

"I just wish she wouldn't get hurt so often." Takeshi nodded his head in agreement. The rest of the ride to Ouran was spent in silence.

Amy hissed in pain as she sat up. Her mid-section felt like it was on fire. She forced her body to comply with her brain and got up to look at herself in the mirror. She pulled her shirt up and saw the bloodied gauze.

A sigh escaped her lips and she stumbled into her bathroom, quickly disrobing and removing any bandages before turning on the hot water. The read head stepped in and gave a low moan as the liquid removed the dried blood and other dirt.

She washed herself and shaved, letting the soap slide down her body as she stood under the water. The teenager gazed at her hands, not bandaged and pale. Amy examined her slender fingers. She flexed them and curled them into a fist, showing the bruised knuckles. A small symbol scarred into her skin caught her eye and she frowned.

'I'm not sure they would understand if I told them.' Another sigh left her mouth and she turned the water off, wrapping a towel around her naked form. She quickly re-wrapped her hands and abdomen, setting off to finish getting ready.

With her injury, Amy found it a miracle that she was able to function properly. Driving wasn't as bad as she thought and walking didn't hurt as long as she didn't turn her upper body.

"Amy!" Said girl's eyes widened as Mitskuni ran at her, his arms open for a hug. She tried to side-step him but he latched onto her midriff. She gave a small hiss and her hands grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through the wrappings.

"A-Ah, Amy! You're hurting me!" The small male cried. Amy quickly lifted her hands and he let go of her at the same speed. She wrapped a hand around her midsection but looked at the child-like teen.

"I'm sorry Mitskuni. I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" she asked. The blonde shook his head and stared up at her.

"I'm not hurt. But you look like you are!" Her eyes widened and she let her arm drop to her side.

"No, you just hugged me a little too tightly is all." Takeshi set his gaze from his cousin to Amy. An obvious look of pain was across her face and her left hand was clenched tightly in a fist. She tried to hide it with a fake smile but Takeshi knew better. He walked to her and set his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him.

From a spectator's point of view, it looked like a scene from a romance movie. All that was needed was some rain, a teary-eyed love confession from Takeshi and a kiss. But none of that happened. Instead, Takeshi released her face and continued to watch the red head.

"How bad?"

"I'm fine Takeshi."

"You didn't answer my question." Amy gave an angry huff and narrowed her eyes.

"I said I'm fine. Now drop it. We're going to be late anyways." She muttered the last part and began to walk to class. Mitskuni looked up at his cousin and grabbed his hand, pulling him after their fiery friend.

Sitting in class was the longest thing Amy had ever done. She just wanted school to be over so she could get through the Host Club and go home. She had a plan on how she was going to help ease the pain from the large wound.

A piece of paper landed on her desk, folded neatly. She blinked and looked in the direction it came from. Takeshi was looking at her, signaling that it came from him. Amy unfolded it and her eyes scanned the neat writing.

If you're not going to tell me what happened, then at least tell me how bad it is.

She rolled her optics and pulled out a pen quickly scribbling her response down and refolding the paper. She waited until the teachers back was turned, flicking the paper back.

It's not bad at all. Just a little sore. Please, can we not talk about this?

Takeshi let out a low breath. It almost sounded like a growl. He cared about her, him and Mitskuni both, why didn't she trust them enough to tell the truth? A pang of hurt hit his heart as he thought that. He didn't want to think about her not trusting them when they've known each other for a decade. He wrote and flicked the note back.

Mitskuni and I are worried.

Amy glared at the words, tears stinging the back of her eyes. She crumbled the paper and shoved it in her bag. Takeshi moved his eyes back to the teacher.

Amy sighed as she sat next to Mitskuni, watching Takeshi spar with another member of the kendo club. A small hand pulled on her skirt and she turned to the boy next to her.

"Amy, are you ok?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. She drew in a breath. Damnit! Why did they care so damn much?

"I'm fine, Mitskuni. Really." Mitskuni grown a sad expression.

"I don't understand why you won't tell us what really happens when you get hurt. You're like a sister to us; we don't like it when you're injured. Takeshi worries the most, I think. It pains both of us when we see you hurting. Just know that, ok?"

Amy gripped the bottom of her seat in a knuckle-white grip. Her body was trembling with repressed sobs and tears that were threatening to come out. She let her hair create a curtain between the two, a few tears falling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Mitskuni." She murmured. He climbed on her lap and moved her hair out of the way.

"Don't cry, Amy! I didn't mean to make you cry!" He used the end of his sleeve to wipe away the salted water. She hugged the small man to her, careful not to push him against her laceration. Takeshi looked over from his finished match and his eyes widened a tad. He had never seen Amy cry in public like this. He walked over and she looked up at him.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't meant to make you worry about me. It's just…if I told you…." She took a shaky breath and furiously wiped her eyes. Takashi knelt by her and moved her hands away from her face. Mitskuni moved from her lap.

"You don't have to be afraid to tell us anything." Amy shook her head.

"I don't want to talk about this." She said, standing up.

"I'll be outside." The two men watched her leave. Mitskuni sighed and hugged Usa to his chest. Takeshi dismissed the club and went for a shower. Once he was clean and sweat-free, the two walked out to see Amy sitting a bench with her chin resting in her hand.

"You ready to go, Amy?" Mitskuni asked, his normal grin plastered on his face. She looked over at them and nodded. She stood and they made their way to Music Room 3.

Amy grumbled to herself as she sat on the floor, a large mirror in front of her. She removed the curling iron from her hair and placed another strand in it and twisted. Her balcony doors were black, signaling night time. She was wearing a black tube dress that clung to her like a second skin. It ended right beneath her arse and pushed her cleavage up to draw attention.

'I've been so emotionally lately…' She thought, finishing her hair. She picked up her black mascara and began to apply it. Most of her bruises had faded a little and were barely noticeable. Besides, she was going to someplace that was dark. No one would see them.

'Must be PMS.' The girl concluded. She stood and picked up her black stilettos. Lacing them up, she grabbed her keys and headed for the front door. She had taken a few pain killers earlier so her injury wasn't hurting much. She passed by a door that was cracked open, and voices could be heard from inside.

"You know who you're after, right?"

"Of course. He won't be a problem for much longer. Aizima Shiyuka will no longer be any competition."

'Aizima…? The owner of a chain of sushi and oriental-based restaurants? What has she done to piss that old bastard off?' Amy though, silently creeping up to the door.

"Good. The Aizima's need to realize that they belong to me, and I don't like it when they go and join my competition. I might just have to go for their kid to enforce my power. I could get Amy Rose to invite him over, then get rid of him."

'What the FUCK?' She fumed. She was used to hearing her father talk about killing someone; he was a mob boss after all. But for him to use her to do his work was something she hated. She wasn't even considered his daughter in his mind. She was just something that he could use, he could control. She was his pawn.

He never spent time with her a child. Neither him nor her mother, all they did was fight and ignore their offspring. Amy realized at a young age that she was only conceived to try and save her parents' marriage. When that didn't work and they split, neither one wanted anything to do with her. Her mother, a former model who only married her father for his money, lived in America, where Amy was born. But her father was stuck with the little girl since the divorce.

'He can't control me. I have nothing to do with him. As far as I'm concerned, he's not even my father.' She calmed herself, continuing her way to her car. She quickly drove off and grit her teeth. She really needed to relax, and pulling up to the sound of a bass pounding, she knew exactly how.

Hiya everyone! Thank's to everyone who story alert'd this and who reviewed! I would like to request that you review more often, it gives me motivation to continue and lets me know that my writing isn't for nothing!

ANYWHORE.

So, some light on Amy's background. Both of her parents are American, BTW. Her mother gave her the red hair. I'm saying this now because there's a good chance you will NEVER see anything that has to do with her mother. I don't even know if i'm going to give her a name.

Can anyone guess what she's going to do? Ded's in next chapter who whoever can guess it correctly~

Thank you for reading! *bows*

LoveLove, Aimee.

*EDIT* My friend read this and asked if Amy was based off of me, Aimee. Just to clear up some confusion, she is a completely original character! She has nothing to with me besides the fact that I created her. I just like the name Amy Rose.