! I must've been in a dark state while writing this…WARNING: CONTAINS SOME ANGST AND LOTSA SWEARING! (At least for me, its alotta swearing. Guess I'm rather innocent, tho.) Plus an attempted assault, but… well, that's not very happy either.

Um, I'm not sure what I'm trying to get from this chapter, but here it is. (Whatever 'it' turns out to be.) On a side note, most chapters won't be this depressing, and honestly it's just a filler. There's not much- wait, scratch that, there's not ANY Neko in here, so sorry bout' that. Well anyway, enjoy!

Thoughts

"Twins in unison"

Beelzenef speaking

*Sayomi's POV*

As soon a school ended, I started walking to rehearsal room 1, where the drama club was supposed to meet. Now, it may not be as reputable as the 'Zuka Club', but the Ouran Drama Department is fairly reputable. And I had to participate in a club, any club, to keep my scholarship, along with passing grades and regular attendance.

It was sort of hard to find, but thankfully, I still had my map from this morning. Reaching the room, I cautiously opened the door. Walking in, I looked around the huge empty, tan gymnasium.

It was large, nearly half the size of a football field, and tan in color. There were three prop rooms, one on each wall, except the wall with the main door on it, and one separate dance room that had mirrors lining the walls, which I explored.

Going back to the main room, I noticed that the previously empty area was occupied with another student. She was tiny, with long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Turning around, she smiled. "Hello, I'm Makoto! Are you interested in joining the Drama Club?" she seemed nice, and smiled ALOT.

I nodded back, smiling. "Oh, I'm Sayomi. It's a pleasure." Makoto opened her mouth to speak, but before she had a chance to I was being dragged away by two pairs of arms. "You're coming"- "with us!" the Hitachiins! I squirmed, trying to get away from the doppelgangers.

"LET GO! Hey, where are you taking me? Unhand me, I say!" they were really ticking me off. The twins practically carried for ten minutes toward their 'destination', as they put it.

One moment I was being dragged to an unknown location, and the next I was being forcibly pushed on a couch. "Oofda! Hey, what are you doing? Where am I?"

All I knew was that I was in a brightly lit room with seven of the best-looking guys I've ever seen. Trust me, it's unnerving, especially singe I only recognized the twins and Fujioka-kun. All of a sudden, the indigo eyed blonde came right up in my face. What is it with weird rich kids getting in my face? First the black magic guy, now him? Who's next?

"Welcome, princess Sayomi, to our world of beauty! Seeing as you're new we, the host club, thought to invite you to indulge in our perfection!"- What the hell? "So what's your type? Here we have Mori, the strong and silent type. Next, there's Honey, for all shota fans out there!" is he really a high school student he looks 10! "Kyoya is the cool type and little Haruhi here is the natural. Or…" he leaned in REALLY close, seriously freaking me out. "Would you prefer me? How bout' it, princess?"

Is he… flirting with me? I backed away quickly, desperately trying to get away from the blonde idiot. (Is it just me, or is everyone at Ouran crazy?) "You've come to a huge misunderstanding. I honestly want nothing to do with this… host club." I glared, pissed with them all. They kidnapped me for this?

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a club to get to!" I started walking away; annoyed they took me from the drama club, when Kyoya decided to speak up.

The four-eyed idiot pushed up his glasses, smirking. "And what club is that, I wonder. The Black Magic club? It would seem a kind of thing you'd be interested in, according to my… sources." I froze, shocked that the jerk would dare go there.

Before anyone, including myself, realized what was happening, I was hoisting him up be the collar of his shirt and giving a glare cold enough to make hell freeze over.

"Don't speak as if you know anything about me! You have no idea the shit I've dealt with! You have NO right to judge me, Mr. Ootori." I growled, walking away with a confidence I didn't truly possess, and left behind a stunned host club.

I stalked away, venting as I went. "That jerk! As if I don't know what others have said!" I quieted down slightly, my calmer self slowly coming back.

As I started crying, a sharp pain came in my chest, right over my heart. The pain of betrayal. "Why? I left to avoid all that…! What does he have against me?" All my previous anger turned into sadness, and I realized what an ass I'd been to Kyoya earlier. Rage tended to change me. Well, I am blood type AB.

Suddenly, the pain in my heart flared, and I had to lean on the wall for support. I whispered, all my pain evident in my voice. "I am not a freak." But truly, I am. My soft cries quickly became violent sobs, shaking my entire being: making me realize how truly weak I am.

I am a victim, a broken girl, and nothing will ever change that. Not even the brave faced mask I rely on every day, just to get by. Nor would I want it to change, lest I und up hurt again. In my opinion, I am only truly safe when I am alone. I can't change my past, only learn from it.

Wiping my tears, I ignored the pain like I normally do. I had a club to get to, and hopefully it could distract me from my hellish life, at least a bit.

Getting up from where I had my 'episode', or so I call it, I forced myself to smile. If I can't truly be happy, I might as well fake it; and I wouldn't want anyone comforting me. It would only be from pity, anyway.

Taking out my map, I navigated to the rehearsal room where drama met. By the time I got there, it looked as if nothing happened to me, and I was back to my normal façade.

Taking a breath, I entered the main room where I went up to Makoto.

The short girl smiled up at me and led me to two other people who also seemed to be in charge. There were other people lounging around, about 30 or so, but no one noticed me.

The other 'leaders', both male, walked up and smiled at me. Makoto promptly started introductions.

"So Sayomi, as you know, I'm Makoto Aizawa, class 1B president of the Drama Club! This is our manager, and my brother, Masashi Aizawa., class 3B!" She pointed to a tall brunette with glasses who honestly creeped me out, more so than the cloaked dude.

"This is Hiroki Imai, class 2A, and vice president of the club! Everyone else around the room is a member as well, so don't forget to meet them as well!" She smiled widely and gestured to a short, scrawny redheaded guy with a cute face but really bad case of acne. I honestly thought rich kids couldn't get pimples, but alas I stand corrected.

As Makoto and Hiroki left to talk to some other newbies, I was left with Masashi. For some reason, he gave me a really bad feeling. And unbeknownst to me, I was about to be proven correct.

He smiled, but something about it hinted at sadism. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into the abandoned dance room, and locked the two of us inside. Today just wasn't my best day, now was it? Well, at least it wasn't my worst, not by far.

Masashi grinned at me and I shivered in fear. "So new girlie, you're pretty cute. You're a scholarship student, huh? Too bad for you bitch, you're just a commoner! How bout' you be my slave and call me master, and I'll associate with you're sorry ass?" He smiled again, and I practically paralyzed in fear. At the same time, my mind was hyperactive. I'm certain I saw an exit while exploring earlier! Where? I can't have gotten so far only to join them now. I don't want to die… or live solely for him, either!

I backed away, for the third time today, and saw him advance closer. "Don't even think of telling of our little arrangement, besides, who would they believe? The new foreigner or the respected manager of the drama club and heir to the Aizawa fortunes? Whaddaya say, girlie?" As he spoke, the asshole had the audacity to grab my butt… and I was officially scared.

Whimpering, I looked at the exit, then at the only obstacle: Masashi. I couldn't get past him, and yet I HAD to. There was no other option. Feeling a surge of adrenaline, I kicked his balls and darted to the exit as fast as humanly possible. As I went through the door, I heard his threat, and even as I closed the door it rang through my head. "Who will you hurt trying to save yourself? You're just a SELFISH BITCH!" the sad thing is, he was right.

Giving myself a humorless chuckle I shook my head, not even noticing the tears trickling down my face. I sighed, not sure what to do, and still shook up with my previous experience. Once again, today certainly wasn't my best day. A lot has happened, that's definitely true.

"I guess drama club is out then. What should I join then?" my best talents lie in the arts, and truly, I fail at sports. Being so caught up in the issue of possible club ideas, I forgot the immediate problem at hand: I was lost. Again.

"SHIT!"

WHAT WAS THAT? This chapter is so vastly… different than my others; I honestly don't know what to make of it. In fact, I'm not completely sure where this story is going anymore. Stories do tend to write themselves. Well, you all still have a lot to learn about our heroine. A LOT to learn. I would love to take any criticism you may have, and if you have a direction you really want this story to go in, please tell me so. I would be more than happy to try and incorporate it! I also would really appreciate reviews, I'm not even sure if anyone reads this. R&R

~A.R