(: 26 hours missing :)

Mamori hadn't really slept at all last night. Too many thoughts were running through her head, none at all were very cheerful.

And to top it off, she could here voices of the other women through the door, talking about the people the were 'serving'. The regulars, the unusual, the sick, and the demented men that came in every day and did what they wished to anyone of the girls.

It scared her out of her wits to think she would have to do this herself as soon as someone asked about her. To make matters worse, she was a virgin.

She hadn't even kissed a boy yet.

' What am I going to do….'

She shivered as the air in the room grew cold from the wind blowing through the space under the door. She quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed and rapped it tightly around her small, shaking frame.

It helped warm her quite well, but it did nothing to lessen her tension.

She suddenly heard a loud thumping sound from the room next to her, snapping Mamori from her thoughts.

Creek, Creek, Thump. Creek, Creek, Thump.

Slowly, Mamori crept over to the wall.

Placing her ear comfortably against the stone, she listened intently to the noises, keeping her breathing soft.

Creek, Creek, Thump. Creek, Thump- Crash….

' That was glass breaking. I wonder what-'

Her thought was interrupted as someone or something from the other side began whimpering as another person, probably a man, cursed and yelled something about liquor.

To her horror, the whimpering increased to crying as something was slammed hard against the wall. She could only guess what, though…

Then a loud pounding began on the other side, a sream following each sound.

When it became to much to listen to, Mamori launched herself onto 'her' bed, hiding under the covers to block out the noise that slowly grew louder.

' Sena, Monta, Hiruma, anybody….Help me.'

( scene change)

Hiruma sat in the American football club-house staring at his computer, as if begging it to give him the answers he desperately needed.

Only an hour ago had he sent the team home for a rest, sharply commenting that he would find out more by himself.

However, that didn't seem to be going very well. Because the more he tried to figure out about this problem, the less and less he could find.

His computer wasn't helping much either. Every time he looked up the name Basho all he got was information about some dead haiku poet and some really lame plays.

' That stupid, damn scumbag. I'm gonna kill 'em.'

Just as he was about to try again, he spotted something interesting at the very bottom of his computer.

': Basho's house of oriental delights:'

Intrigued, Hiruma clicked his mouse onto the site and discovered….

( to be continued…)

A/N- Sorry to leave you with a cliffhanger, but I just can't help myself.

However, I do promise that the next chapter will have plenty juicy details, and secrets reavealed for Mamori and a few other un-used characters.

'Till next time!