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The two days flew by quickly, especially with the Host Club coming over every night. They only stayed over that first night but they came over to hang out. I thought that everything was going to be okay. That it was going to stay like that forever but it didn't. I healed up and went back to fighting.

And, my friends went back to wondering what I did with my life. Naturally, curiosity got the best of them.

-Kyoya-

My phone was hot against my face as I pressed it harder and harder to my skin, like that was going to make sense out of what I was being told. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Though, it all really added up, I still couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it but, the truth was the truth and there was no changing the facts.

"Thank you," I told the man on the other end of the line. My voice was stiff and robotic, which was odd for me. "Goodbye."

I clicked the phone shut, gripping it as tightly as I could between my fingers. My teeth ground together as I struggled to comprehend the injustice of this world. What... how did Rikku get involved in something like that? She's just a kid.

I might not have known just yet what her reasons for being involved in something like that, but I was going to find out. Before something really bad happened.

I hoped.

-Rikku-

Another rough night, I thought as I struggled to pull off my tee shirt. My muscles burned in protest of the movement but I pushed through it.

I pulled on my silken shirt, enjoying the way that the cool smoothness felt on my injuries. I buttoned it up and tied my tie. Then, I pulled on my dress pants and jacket. I really hated the uniforms but the boys uniform was a hundred times better than the girls.

I carefully pulled on my shoes, formal loafers of course, and walked to school. It was a long walk but it was nice, during the day at least. I really didn't like being out on the streets of my neighborhood at night, though I regularly was. I was limping slightly as I walked.

I can't keep this up much longer. Something has to give. I just hope that something isn't me. I should've almost paid Boss off.

As usual, I was greeted by the twins in their vice like cocoon hugs. I'd gotten so used to it that I didn't even yelp anymore. After the twins got done sticking to me, we'd trump off to class. After school, we'd head off to the host club. Yep, just a normal day. It was so normal that I should've known that something was up. No day should ever go that well.

"Ri-chan!" Honey greeted me happily with a tackle hug, half shoving his bunny doll in my face. "How was your day?"

"Great Honey - sempai," I said smiling at him. I was short enough that Honey could stand on the floor while he hugged me, unlike everyone else. "Hello Mori–sempai."

He nodded at me,with a slight smirk. I had to look away to hide the growing blush, splashing bright red and pink across my face. Yeah, I was totally crushing on my sempai. It was a classic situation, which made me want to throw up. It wasn't one of those girls. I didn't want to swoon over any of the host club guys. I was too different from them and I didn't want anyone, especially Mori, tangled up in my mess.

As the guests arrived, we all took our places. I entertained like usual, laughing and smiling and complimenting the girls. They swooned, which was embarrassing at first but I was more used to it now. After the guests left, I cleaned up the club room because that was part of my deal to pay off the Host Club. It wasn't hard. The biggest job was always washing Honey's cake dishes, which was always a monumental stack.

Usually, the guys just left but this time, they hung back. That instantly made me suspicious but I tried to act like it was a normal thing.

"Rikku," Kyoya said finally, after we'd all hung in that dreadfully awkward silence for entirely too long. "We need to talk to you."

"Um, okay?" I said cautiously, putting the stack of plates back down on the table. I straightened up, my entire body rigid. "What's wrong?"

All of them looked at me seriously, their faces all matching views of seriousness and worry. My eyes connected with Mori's, pleading with him to give me a hint as to what was going on. He didn't seem to be aware of the point of this meeting but I couldn't really be sure.

"I hope you won't take offense when I tell you that I've been having the Ootori private police tail you for the last week," Kyoya said, straight up as always. I couldn't believe that he thought that I wouldn't take offense to that.

"How could I not take offense to that, Kyoya - sempai?" I cried my eyes flashing with anger. I really wasn't a vocal or violent person, though someone who saw me in the ring would argue that fact. I didn't like it but I would do it if I had to. "What - why is it any of your business what I do?"

"We all kinda convinced him to do it,"Hikaru said, rubbing the back of his head guiltily.

"We were really worried," Kaoru agreed, making the same motion as his twin.

"I don't care! What I do with my life is my business!" I snarled at them. My heart was pounding in my ears and I didn't like being so mean, especially to my friends.

"We're your friends," Honey said.

"It's still not your business," I snapped, my heart dropping when Honey flinched away at the harshness of my voice. I had to look away from the small boy.

"But you can't keep secrets from your beloved daddy can you?" Tamaki said, attaching him self to me. I was smothering underneath his hold.

"You're not my dad," I told him flatly, trying to shrug him off.

He released me and went to his dark little corner where he was ripping paper, letting it pile up around his feet and body.

"Stop making a mess that I'm going to have to clean up!" I yelled at him.

"I'm not making a mess," he said, sticking his bottom lip out to pout. "I'm making a hamster home."

"You don't have a hamster!" I objected.

"That's enough," Kyoya said forcefully, adjusting his glasses up his nose. "Don't you want to know what information that my investigation uncovered?" He raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look.

"Enlighten me," I requested, crossing my arms over my chest. I already knew what he'd uncovered and I started shaking a little. I pressed my hands into my sides to disguise it.

"We found that you are involved in an illegal underground fighting circuit," he told me, matter of fact. I knew that he was enjoying having the upper hand again. "We all know that you lack in fighting ability so the real question is why?"

I numbly made my way over to the couches that we used to host and sat down. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, putting my face in my hands. I took a big breath to calm my nerves, dragging my fingers down my face as I looked up. "When I was little, I was really sick. There was – is – something wrong with my lungs. I can't breathe right. My parents didn't have a lot of money so we couldn't afford the doctor bills and it was going to kill me. So, my dad struck up a deal with Boss Sebachi. He paid the doctor bills so I could get the medication and treatments that I needed, and Dad promised to pay Boss back...
"My parents were killed in a car crash when I was six. I didn't have anybody else so I lived in a foster home for a while, until I was eleven. Boss found me after that. He wanted me to pay off the debt … since it was mine after all. So, I went to work for him. I'm mostly a bait fighter, especially at first."

"What's that?" Honey asked, his big eyes staring even with me.

"They throw me in to fight against better fighters, bigger ones. Ones that will make them more money because they can put on a better show than me. I'm there to lose. That's why I get hurt so badly because most of the time, those thugs don't know when to stop. Sometimes, I'm allowed to win, just to shake it up. That's pretty much the whole story."

There was a silence. It hung in the air, pressing on me, threatening to crush me under the weight of it. I wanted to run but my body wouldn't respond to my brain's commands. I knew that they wouldn't be able to handle it. I felt like crying because I felt so trapped.

"How much?' Tamaki asked. I hadn't noticed him leave his hamster home. He was now standing in front of me, his violet eyes resting on me.

"Huh?" I blinked, slightly taken aback and confused by his question.

He bent low, putting his hands on my shoulders. He didn't rest his entire weight on me but he was firm. "How much was the debt?"

"I - I don't know," I stammered, unable to keep eye contact with him. Heat rose up in my face. There wasn't anywhere I could look without meeting the sad pleading eyes of a host club member.. "I've almost have it paid off. Just a few more big fights and I'll be... I'll have it paid off."

Tamaki regained my attention. "I'll pay it," he said. He didn't sound like he was making an offer, more like he was ordering me to accept it. "You don't need to be doing this. It's not right."

"No!" I cried, smacking his hands away. "I can take care of myself! I'm okay! I promise!"

"No," Tamaki insisted.

I jumped to my feet, pushing him back, causing him to trip over his own feet and land hard on his rear. He gazed up at me, amazement and shock written all over his features. The entire club wore the same expression.

"I'm fine on my own! I don't need your help and I'm not asking for it! I'm fine!" I insisted angrily.

I ran out of the room and down the hall. Someone was following me and I tried to speed up, urging my legs to carry me away faster but the person following was much taller and faster than me. They reached out and grabbed me by the arm, causing me to yelp, more in shock rather than pain.

I almost fell, easily losing my balance, but the boy stopped me, pressing me tightly against his warm body, holding the both of us easily.

"M-Mori-sempai?" I stammered, flushing super red and looking up at him, having to strain a little since he was so much taller and I was a lot shorter than he was.

"It doesn't have to be this way," he told me, his voice tight and pleading. His eyes were begging me, ripping at my heart strings, trying to get me to stay. "You can come out of this. Just let me help."

"I'm sorry, Mori-sempai," I said, pushing him away with both hands. I stared down at my feet, unable to look in those sorrowful understanding and forgiving eyes, while I continued to speak quietly. "But, I have to do this on my own."

I turned away, tears clawing their way from the corners of my eyes and took off running. He just stood there, watching me run.

"You're late," Boss said, looking at me with disapproval, his customary cigar hanging from his lips. "You have to lose this fight and lose it good."

It doesn't have to be this way. Mori's words rung in my ears, pounding against my subconsciousness. He was right and I was wrong but that was something that I already knew. What was keeping me fighting for the man in front of me anyway? It didn't really make any sense.

"Rikku," he growled, grabbing my arm, holding it too tightly, and shaking me. I couldn't look up at him, just another part of my cowardice showing through but I wasn't going to let him bully me anymore.

"No," I said quietly, slightly surprised that I even managed to say the word out loud.

"What?" Boss Sebachi gasped, apparently as surprised as I was.

"NO!" I screamed, finally looking up at him. Determined scared tears were caught in my eye lashes but I wasn't going to let him see them fall. He'd already caused me enough problems. "I won't do this anymore! I know I've paid my debt! I'm done!"

I turned and ran out of the building, an act that I seemed to be doing a lot lately. I kept running and running, not sure of where I was going for a while. In hindsight, I should've just went straight home but I thought that the host club might be there to corner me into talking. Even though I had taken their advice, I just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially those hysterical idiots.

I walked the deserted dark streets, the only light coming from the flickering street lights,keeping my eyes glued to the ground. I didn't have any idea what was going to happen to me. I was just going to trust that I'd made the right choice, which at that point was the only thing I could do.

But, like with every choice, right or not, you had to pay the price … and I was about to have to pay all my debts.