SORRY! I'll make excuses later, so enjoy!

I don't own Shugo Chara!

"U-um," Amu stuttered, taken aback by the girl's sudden appearance. "I-I-"

"Are you here to fuck my brother?" Amu nearly choked on her own spit. Sex? With Ikuto? Amu backtracked. This girl was his sister?

"N-no! I-"

"If you're here for that, you better get through me first. I don't need some whore fucking around, okay?"

"Utau," Ikuto said calmly, shutting his eyes. "Not now."

"So she is here for sex, isn't she?"

"No. She's here to work on a project." Utau arched a thin eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Really."

"I swear to God, if I see you whoring around... But I'll take Ikuto's word for it." She haughtily flipped her hair back before stalking off upstairs, leaving just as quickly as she had come in.

"I'm sorry about that. She's my sister. She's just a little... protective. It goes both ways." Amu nodded slowly, wistfully wishing she had a protective sibling. Then she wouldn't be with Tadase. But her own father had left her. She shook her head. Even if she had a sibling, she would be with Tadase; she deserved it anyway. She was a slut, a bitch, a whore, a worthless piece of shit.

"Amu?"

Amu jerked forward quickly, snapping to attention while banging her head on the table.

"Ow..." she gripped her forehead, stumbling back in pain.

"Are you okay? Do you need some ice?" Before she could respond, Ikuto disappeared and returned with an ice pack in hand. She gratefully accepted it and put it on her forehead, relishing the numbing feeling it brought with it.

They returned to their work but a sudden drip of water on her paper stopped her. She took the ice pack off gently and handed it to Ikuto.

"Hey... You have a huge bruise on your forehead. I didn't think the bump was that hard."

A bruise...? Shit! She had forgotten that her makeup wasn't waterproof.

"U-um. Can I go to the bathroom."

"Sure. It's down the hall and around the corner." Amu sprinted to the bathroom, hiding her face with her pink hair. When she glanced at the mirror, she sighed in relief. The makeup had dripped down her face and revealed part of her bruises but it wasn't very noticeable. Amu washed her face quickly and dabbed her face with some makeup she had in her emergency pouch. Once she was fit, she hesitantly walked back out.

"Wow. Makeup can do wonders. I can't even see it. I wouldn't even be able to tell if you had ten bruises," Ikuto joked lightly, patting the spot next to him. Amu's face darkened but she said nothing, settling down next to him and grabbing her pencil.

When Amu got to school the next day, an unfortunate rumor ran through the school about her. Apparently, someone had seen her makeup pouch and assumed she was a slut. She didn't understand why that made her a slut but when she looked in the mirror, she decided her face alone was enough for her to be branded as one.

'Did you hear? That Amu girl... Apparently Kio saw her accepting like $5 just for a blowjob. What a slut.'

'Seriously? No wonder... Look at her face. It's absolutely caked with makeup.'

Amu sighed and leaned onto her desk. Class hadn't even started yet, but here she was, already hearing a small portion of the rumors that had sprung up.

"Hey," a voice called. Amu looked up, and winced slightly when she saw a sleazy looking boy standing above her. "Heard you were a prostitute." A couple of heads whipped toward them. The boy handed her a wad of bills. "I don't know if this is enough but get my friend laid, hm? He's still a virgin. And you're probably experienced. $20."

Amu's eyes brimmed with tears. A prostitute? Just how far had these rumors gotten? It had only been one day! She heard a few snickers from her left.

'Wow. She sure is cheap.'

'I know right? But bro, I'd pay for that ass.'

Amu grabbed the money and slapped it back at him angrily, half expecting a punch to fly for her face. When she didn't hear the high whistling noise that signaled a hit, she glared at him.

"I'm NOT a prostitute."

She stomped out of the classroom, her bag in hand, ignoring the whispers that flew behind her.

Amu wasn't going to deal with this kind of thing. Not today. But she couldn't go home so early. She sighed.

Amu wandered to the park and sat down on a swing, swinging back and forth slowly.

Everything was so complicated.

She had... problems going on at home, and now here was another onset of trouble coming towards her.

What rotten luck.

But then again, she deserved it. Amu briefly wondered if she should visit her home but quickly threw that idea away when she thought about the barrage of punches and kicks she'd receive. Maybe she'd even be thrown into the basement. Then she wouldn't be able to go to school and it would be suspicious.

Amu thought about her beautiful mother with her silky, chocolate colored hair and gentle, brown eyes that were always crinkled. Her rose colored lips were always upturned in a gentle smile and her face positively glowed with happiness and whenever she was around anyone, this infectious cheer would pass on.

She missed her mother.

How she wished she had died in place of her mom. It would have been easier for everyone. No one would miss her anyway. Yuki would have gotten rid of her, Tadase could find a girlfriend, her dad could be happy, and she would be gone.

It was a little scary, though. The thought of not existing, the thought of being being drowned in the cold soil.

But she felt so hollow, and empty. As if there was no goal in her life, no reason for her existence. She didn't feel like eating or writing or drawing, she felt dead. Getting out of her bed every morning was becoming a chore; she wished she could just melt into it and die. Sometimes, she thought, she would do anything to get away from this emptiness inside of her that was eating her away. The emptiness was the worst. It was as if in her chest, there was no heart. There was nothing to fill this hollow, gaping hole.

The only reason she wasn't dead was because she was scared. She was a useless, sissy.

Amu glanced up at the already darkened sky. The sun was gone and in place of it was the moon. There were a couple of clouds blocking it, so it really wasn't useful, but the street lamps were on.

Amu got up, sighing heavily and followed the flickering light when she heard a sudden rowdy laughter approaching her from behind.

"Wow that chick's got a nice ass," she heard. Her breath caught in her throat and she quickened her pace.

"Mmm. Bet she's tight."

"Hey! Lady!" Amu broke into a run, panting as she desperately ran, her feet slapping against the pavement.

A flurry of shoes were heard behind her and before she could reach the end of the block, she was tackled down onto the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut as she was spun around.

"Damn, she was fast. Wonder if she could put those skills to use..."

Amu opened her eyes slowly, fear flooding into her as a group of men studied her closely. She opened her mouth to scream but felt a cold metal touch the back of her neck. She suppressed a couple of shivers that ran throughout her body.

"Listen. If you scream, you die. We just want to have some fun with you, okay? We're not going to hurt you... badly."

Amu felt a rag shoved into her mouth and she felt her heart pound in her rib cage furiously, like a bird trying to free itself from its confines. A hand ghosted over her clothed thigh, and another groped her breast.

This wasn't happening.

But when she felt fingers ripping her jeans off, and heard an all too familiar voice laughing, she knew this wasn't a dream.

"Have fun with her, boys."

Hi, guys. On a scale of one to ten, how sorry am I? 1000000. Really. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me!

I've had a terrible writer's block but I was reading fanfics lately (another fandom, sorry!) and it cleared a bit so I took the chance to hastily write a chapter for this and another story.

This week I have 4 tests (one being gym. Ridiculous. I'm a writer (or aspiring writer), not an athlete) so I apologize if I disappear.

And also, recently, I discovered Aion! It's so fun, you guys should check it out! Who here plays?!

Anyway I am so sorry, and I understand if you're mad and want to kill me and just drop the story. But thanks to those who stuck with me! I was going to shout out all my readers who reviewed but I'm sort of really rushed right now, so I'm sorry! But you know who you are!

10 points to anyone who can guess what medical condition Amu has!

Please, review! If you review, maybe you can save Amu quicker!

-Dewberry