Disclaimer: Hmm. Do people seriously go around and sue people since they're writing FANFICTION? I wonder...

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You'll never be good enough.

How can you even like yourself, when no one else does?

You are lucky I am here, without me, you are nothing.

Filthy, lying, hated, DISGUSTING.

You talk big, but your nothing but Akito's toy!

I'm surprised you aren't broken yet. I'm surprised you are even ALIVE. Let's change that shall we?

A figure, splayed out on the ground. Shrouded in the dark, yet basking in the glow of the moon. What little moonlight had been displayed was enough. To the one outside of the door, he wasn't sure if the figure was even alive, let alone breathing. There. A slight wheezing sound. Even though it wasn't much, it was a signal that the being was alive. He continued to watch the still figure on the ground. He wasn't sure if the marks on the person's back was from a previous beating or if they were new. The more he stared, the more the room darkened.* He noticed that the clothes on his back were tattered and ripped to shreds. Finally, he gathered the courage to enter the room. Walking slowly into the room, his head constantly turned to the door as if in anticipation of the worst. Standing above the figure, he noticed the pained expression. There was no rise of the other's chest and his eyes widened. He bent down and grasped the boy's wrist hastily checking for a pulse. When he felt nothing he stood there with a baited breath.

'NO! You can't be dead!' He released the wrist and moved to the other. He closed his eyes feeling angry tears forming across his eyelids. Then, after a few seconds, there was a faint feel of a pulse. Shaking the tears away and removing his hands, the teen realized that he had left nail marks on the other's wrist. He set the hand down carefully and smiled at the one unconscious.

'I'm glad you're alive,' He closed the door and ran outside the building to fetch the Sohma Family Doctor.

II

"What's wrong with Sohma-kun? He seems sick,"

"I don't know, I wonder if we can cheer him up," A laugh. Smiles, yet Tamaki could see that the girls couldn't do anything to cheer up the newest member. Putting his right chin, he pondered why this boy could be so glum. Sure, he didn't come along with the rest of the group to the commoner's shopping mall, but that shouldn't be something to be sad about. He even refused to go saying that he was busy. Removing the hand and staring at the silver-haired boy, he eyed his back.

'Wait. What was that little red mark on the back of his neck? WHAT IF HE GOT HURT?!' The blonde was definitely freaking out now. He got up from his desk and sauntered over to the three girls who were trying ,and in reality failing, to make Yuki feel better. He spoke up, "Mana-hime, may I speak with Yuki-kun in private?" The girl being named, blinked stupidly and nodded slowly. The three of them backed off with many giggles.

"HE SAID YOUR NAME! SO LUCKY!" Yuki looked up and stared at the blonde above him. At the sight of Yuki's face, Tamaki gasped.

"What's wrong with my new daughter!" He whispered loudly. He saw black rings under Yuki's violet eyes as well as the slight formation of a bruise on right side of the pale skin. He put his hands to the other's cheeks and continued asking questions.

"Did someone hurt you? Or did Honey-senpai hurt you in your fight? Why are there circles under your eyes? " The teen allowed the blonde to hold onto his face as he whispered silently:

"It's nothing to worry about, Tamaki-san," When Tamaki didn't seem impressed with the answer he continued, "I just didn't get much sleep. Please don't worry about it," The girls from earlier stared at the two and whispered amongst themselves.

"What are they doing?"

"Can't you see? They are displaying affection!"

"But- I thought. I'm confused,"

"Shh! I'm trying to watch this moment!" At that moment, Tamaki was leaning very close to the silver haired teen with his hands still holding his pale cheeks. Yuki was simply staring and gave a look of being extremely uncomfortable.

"Yuki-kun, why haven't you been sleeping?" The blonde whispered loud enough for the girls to hear. Two of them were giggling, while one just sat there confused.

"Why are you laughing?"

"SHUT UP. I'm watching" The girl waved the other off and continued watching the scene. Yuki had finally placed his hands on Tamaki's and gently removed them. He sighed and answered the blonde's question.

"I've been busy with my Literature project," Tamaki let his hands drop to his sides and asked dumbly:

"What Literature project? We had a project?" Tamaki turned to Kyoya who was sitting at his desk typing. Without looking up he stated:

"We don't have a Literature project assigned," Kyoya closed his laptop and continued, "I'm pretty sure Yuki-kun is referring to the project that Honda-san was talking about,"

"Oh. Yuki-kun as your father I demand you get more sleep!" Yuki shook his head and replied:

"You are not my father Tamaki-san," The blonde looked dejected for a moment, but suddenly jumped up scaring the shorter boy. He grasped the boys limp hand and made a dash for the door.

"Since our last period is almost over, we should head over to the Host Club! I do have to finish that lesson Yuki-kun!"

"I don't even have my things, idiot!" A pause. Suddenly Tamaki was in the darkest corner of the hallway in his trademark emo pose. Yuki's eyes widened and suddenly reached out and listened to the whispers Tamaki was having to himself.

"Yuki-kun called me an idiot," Feeling guilty the boy bent down and whispered:

"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot, even if you get on my nerves," Tamaki hearing that, smiled and dragged Yuki down the corridor and into the third music room.

"And, I still don't have my things. Great,"

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I feel like a jerk cutting it off there, but I need a few more ideas for ways to torture Yuki at the Host Club. I've been deciding between a slutty maid outfit to put him in or another dress, but I'm open to more ideas. Wasiliwa Star, a special shout out to you for being my 30th review! I guess some of you are impressed at the first paragraph of the last chapter. I am too! ^^ I actually got that from my History teacher, I just interpreted it. He has pretty good quotes, almost Tohru like quotes. I was sitting at my desk wondering how to start this chapter, that's why it took so long to post. Critques, comments, flames, legos, bricks, you know where to send them.

*Has anyone noticed that if you are in a dark room and if you stare at something for a significant amount of time, the whole room gets much darker? Or is it just me and my bad eyes?