Guess what people? You reviewed and for your reward…an UPDATE! I wasn't expecting so many reviews since fan fiction seems to be acting up. Every time I publish a chapter, the story doesn't appear in the archives. Well anyway…enough of that. Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. All rights belong to Bisco Hatori. Ocs and other plotline belong to me.

Tortured Past

I haven't been in school for days. It seems like months have passed when one is alone. Yeah…alone…

For my excuse for the absences, I told my teachers and chairman that I was in the midst of recording another album and currently had very important appointments in different areas. The teachers bought it and handed me work early in the morning when no one was around. That way I could still maintain my grade point average and stay ahead in school.

The chairman, however, didn't buy it at first, but didn't question my motives.

So here I am…sitting in the dark house…alone. The friends I thought I had didn't want me around anymore and my supposed lover didn't care at all. It felt as if I was nothing but trash, easily discarded when something new comes by.

My nightmares have gotten worse. At night, I would wake up in cold sweats. I would be so terrified that I couldn't go back to sleep.

I am tired, isolated, and depressed. Every day I thought about what happened between me and Chiyoko. My mind tells me that she deserved what she got, but my heart says that it shouldn't have been that harsh.

I couldn't help but lash when she was about to hurt me. I made a vow to never let someone cause harm to me. My heart cries out for someone to understand what I'm going through.

I want someone to love me for a change!

I hope this is the right address,' thought Ume.

When Mistukuni called that night, she was given answers to all of her questions and speculations. She was furious at the transfer student's efforts to terrorize Mikazuki. It hurt her that she couldn't do anything to stop it.

What really pissed her off was her son's lack of interest and action to the situation. He stood there on the sidelines while Mika was abused in plain sight. She raised her son better than that.

Ume was real concerned about Mikazuki's absence in school. Mistukuni had told her that Mikazuki hadn't been in school since the incident. She hoped nothing had befallen on the poor girl and that's why she stood in front of her small apartment complex.

Clutching her coat close to her, Ume walked up the stairs to knock on the door she thought was Mika's door. A woman with red-auburn hair opened the door, staring at Ume.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

"Um…does Mikazuki Chaolon live here?" she asked. Then she remembered that Mika said that her parents and relatives were no longer living.

"No. She lives right next door to me. I was about to check on her until you knocked," the woman explained.

"Oh…well…may I accompany you?" Ume asked with pleading eyes.

"Of course."

"By the way, my name is Morinozuka Ume," she commented holding a hand out for the woman to shake.

"Oh, so you're Mori's mother. I'm Haruhi's father, Fujioka Ranka," he said shaking her hand. Ume looked at him confused.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," he said laughing nervously.

"I'm really concerned about Mika. She hasn't returned any of my calls," Ume spoke sullenly.

"I haven't had much luck either. She refuses to answer the door," remarked Ranka as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Maybe this time…she'll let us in."

Looks of concern and wonder etched across their faces.

"Mika…please…open the door."

I heard Ranka pleading from the other side of the door. I didn't want him to see me like this. Not right now.

I sat on the floor with my back against the door. I wanted to let him in, but every time I let someone in, they always hurt me in some way. My head was buried in my lap, trying to block out his pleading and begging.

"Please Mika! Let us in…please…for me," I heard another voice say. It sounded like Ume.

"Please Mika…open up."

It was Ume. I was torn between a rock and a rough place. Should I let them tire themselves out or should I let them in?

I got up and unlocked the door.

"Door is open," I said dully, walking away to sit in the dark living room. Sitting down on the floor, I heard the door creak open to the dark and brooding apartment.

"Mika…thank goodness you're alright!"

Ume ran over to me and brought me into a crushing hug. I didn't return it.

"Here, let me look at you," she spoke softly, cupping my head in her delicate hands. Ranka and Ume both gasped at my appearance.

That's why I didn't want them to come in. The sleepless nights have taken its toll on my appearance. Dark bags were prominent under my eyes.

My eyes lost their shine. Now they are a rust blood tint. My skin was sickly pale since I haven't been exposed to sunlight for long periods of time.

I moved my head from her grasp to stare at the table blankly.

"We heard what happened," said Ranka. He took a seat across from me as Ume still kept her position beside me.

"So what? Are you here to scold me because of it?!" I yelled.

"No…we're here for your well being," answered Ume. She tried to touch my shoulder, but I recoiled from her touch.

"What's going on Mika?" she asked, upset that I flinched away from her.

"My nightmares…have gotten worse," I admitted still staring at the table.

"Of your parents and sibling's deaths?" inquired Ranka, eyes full of concern.

"No. Something else."

"Then what is it?" he asked softly.

I looked at the both of them then back to the table once again.

"Of my past…" I spoke distantly.

"Mikazuki…what happened?" questioned Ume. She scooted closer to me.

"I guess…it's time to tell you of my history…"

It all started when my mother gave up her music career to be with father. Grandmother was against it, but my grandfather respected my mother's decision. My seven aunts and their husbands sided with grandma.

Soon after they were married, my mother gave birth to my oldest brother, Hiro. He had dad's snow white hair and mother's grey eyes. After two years, I was born.

I didn't have any of mother and father's genes. I looked exactly like grandpa. He too had jet black hair and red eyes.

One day, mother and father dropped Hiro and me over to the huge compound where my aunts and their husbands lived. They both had to work morning and night shifts for two days nonstop and needed someone to watch us. At the time, Hiro was seven and I was five.

After our parents left, we were placed in the living room to play. Two of our aunts entered the room and grabbed me. Their manicured nails dug into my arms as they dragged me away from my brother.

"Brother!" I screamed, thrashing in their holds to get away from them. He tried to save me, but he was held down by one husband.

They dragged me down the stairs to the cold mold filled basement. My body hit each cement stair with brutal force. My back was badly bruised afterwards. The two threw me into a small cage and locked me inside.

"There. Now you won't defile your brother with that evil presence, you vile demon," smirked one of the two.

"You're nothing but a monster. A bastard born out of wedlock," the other sneered.

"Na-uh! Mommy and daddy love each other!" I yelled back, clutching the cage bars. They left me alone in the basement.

For the next two days, I was beaten and bruised badly. They would all take turns punching, kicking, and yelling at me. Lies were told that I was a whore, a demon, and nothing but a monster.

I was malnourished. Food was never given to me while I was down there. When my parents returned, Hiro told them what happened and they instantly ran to the basement.

When they got down there, they saw one of my aunts' husbands holding me by the tore scruff of my shirt. He continuously slapped me across the face.

"Put my daughter down, Sosuke!" yelled father.

Sosuke sneered at them.

"What you mean this thing? Here you can have it?" He threw me against the basement wall. I couldn't remember anything after that.

I woke up in a hospital. My parents and brother was relieved that I awoken. Mother told me that I could go home with them in a few days after my wounds healed.

I had a concussion, swollen cheek, broken ribs, and a fractured right arm. From then on, my parents tried to keep me as far away from mom's sisters as possible. Hiro and I started spending our time with grandma and grandpa.

They treated me nicer than aunties. But everything went downhill on my seventh birthday.

Grandpa took me and Hiro to the park to play. A strange man appeared in black garb and tried to mug us. He pulled out a gun and was about to shoot me and Hiro, but grandpa shielded us with his body.

The lethal bullets hit him in the back twice, puncturing a lung. The mugger got away and Hiro and I screamed for help. When help arrived…grandpa…was gone. My birthday ended in tragedy.

Grandmother became insane due to the loss of grandpa. She blamed me for his death and took her anger out on me. After the funeral, mother and I went to console grandma at her home.

"No!"

"Mama, please calm down," pleaded mom.

"No. It's all her fault!" yelled grandma.

She grabbed a glass vase and hurled it at me. I wasn't able to dodge it in the time, the vase made contact with my eyes. My forehead and eyes were covered in blood.

"Get that thing away from me!"

Mother scooped me up in her arms and took me to the hospital. Doctors told mom that I still had my sight, but some microscopic particles had entered my lacrimal ducts, which causes me to bleed blood whenever I shed tears.

Grandmother died from a broken heart…

When Hiro was eleven and I was seven, mother also gave birth to a baby boy, Seto. He also had father's hair and mother's eyes.

My parents had to drop us at the compound again for a week. Hiro tried to protect me from our aunts' wrath, but the inevitable happened.

When I was feeding Seto, two different aunts than before ripped me apart from my baby brother. I was once again dragged back down to the basement. This time I was shackled to the wall.

The beatings were much worse. My left arm was broken severely in an odd angle cause bone to protrude from my skin. I had a black eye and more broken ribs. But the worse wound couldn't be healed.

My parents once again rescued me, but it was too late. The doctors diagnosed me with a rare form of tuberculosis and couldn't be cured. When I recovered, I had a new perspective about love and people.

Before I turned ten, I took up a small part time job to help my parents pay bills. Tragedy once again reared its ugly head…on my tenth birthday…

I was walking home late at night from working a late shift. When I got home, all the lights were off which wasn't normal.

Entering the house, I turned on the lights to a gruesome scene. I found mother lying on floor with baby Seto in her arms. She was stabbed multiple times and Seto was deathly still.

Father was shot in the head, his blood splattered all over the kitchen walls. Hiro laid face down in the floor with a knife protruding from his neck. I screamed at the sight, my heart shattered into pieces.

The police came to the scene and tried to help, but they couldn't do much. When they went to the compound to bring a relative back, they also found a murder scene.

I was left alone to prepare funeral arrangements for my beloved mother…father…and brothers.

"I had my time to grieve…my resolve strengthened to start my music career…that's what happened. That's why I lashed out," I ended.

Blood trailed down my cheeks as I started to cry. Ume pulled me into a hug, tears falling as well. My cries turned into full blown sobbing.

"Mika…I'm so sorry," chocked Ranka trying to hold back tears. My cries continued until I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

I pulled myself away from Ume as my sobs turned into coughs.

"Mika is it happening again?" asked a concern Ranka.

I nodded my head as I tried to breathe.

"Ume-san, could you take Mika to the hospital quickly. Her disease is acting up," stated Ranka as he got up quickly.

"Of course."

She helped me up as she walked us outside to call her driver. While Ume escorted me to the hospital, Ranka made an important phone call to a certain host.

Ume watched as a doctor placed a breathing mask on Mika's mouth a nose. When the doctor left, Ume took hold of Mikazuki's hand.

"I will be here for you…I'll get Takashi to come to his senses. I promise…" she said confidently.

Mika answered with a red tears escaping her eye as she breathed through the mask.

Ume walked through the mansion doors with purpose. It was time her son had a little chit chat with mommy dearest. Without warning, she burst into his room to find Takashi lying across the bed.

Grasping his uniform shirt, she dragged him down the stairs to the kitchen. Servants scrambled when the lady of the house entered the area. No one dared to enter, not with an angry Mrs. Morinozuka in sight.

She threw him down into a short stool as she stood intimidating over him for once.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you-,"

"What are you doing?! Mikazuki needs your help and your sitting here like nothing is wrong!" she yelled.

"She went too far-,"

"Do you know why she lashed out the way she did? Hmm?" inquired Ume. She paced back and forth trying to ease the anger away. Takashi stayed silent.

Ume sighed and relayed what Mika told her to him. Several moments of silence ensued.

"She was abused by her relatives," spoke Takashi in disbelief.

"Yes, that's why she reacted the way she did."

"Tomorrow…I'll stop by her-,"

"Mika's in the hospital," she interrupted as she stared at her son.

"Wha-what?"

"She had another attack and is hospitalized. I'm going to see her tomorrow. You are more than welcome to miss a day of class and come," she said starting to walk out the kitchen. Ume stopped in the doorway to turn to Takashi who was still sitting down.

"You know…this would of never happened…if you intervened."

She left Takashi to mull over everything she said. He buried his face in his hands.

"What have I done…"

Omgosh! While I was typing and writing this, I had tears coming into my eyes. I hope you all got the same reaction. Please review and I shall update quickly!