"You're late Rikku," the bouncer (I'd secretly name him Bo) said as I passed. He was the only one here who didn't look at me like I was a toy or something.

"I know. I know. Got caught up at school," I said shaking my head. I had to go home and change from my nice Ouran uniform into my ratty street clothes.

"The boss is waiting for you," he said letting me pass.

"Later."

"Hope I recognize you." he called.

Me and you both Bo, I thought, heading inside the building.

It was like a whole other world inside that building. There were angry screaming people circled around two people waging war against each other. Sweat, blood, and fancy perfume filled the air. I didn't even stop to watch the fight. I'd seen it all before. I shoved my way to the locker rooms.

"Rikku," the man said, grabbing my arm and dragging me away. "It's about time. It's nearly time for your fight. Boss!"

Boss Sebachi was an older man. He always wore fancy italian suits and chewed on a cigar. He always looked bored.

"Rikku," he half growled. He had a voice that reminded me of someone gargling gravel. "you have to lose tonight but it won't be an easy loss."

I hated it when he said. He meant that there was a large chance that this guy was going to beat me to death. He was just another sadistic fighter. I almost didn't want to do it. Boss must've sensed my apprehension.

"Remember, Rikku," he said leaning close to me. I could smell the cloves in his cigar. "You still owe me."

I always will, I thought. Doc taped my hands and I headed for the ring.

My heart beat painfully against my chest. The screams faded into a roar that didn't make any sense. I didn't care what they were saying. My opponent entered the ring.

Why are they always so ugly? I wondered. the guy was like eight hundred feet tall and a million pounds. He had a big scar across his face and he was just ugly.

The match started. I faked a good fight but in got beaten up really bad. I couldn't even walk out of the match. doc and a couple of other fighters drug me out. Bo took me home.

I laid in bed, sobbing from how bad I hurt. There was no way I could make it to school the next day. I finally drifted to sleep some where around six o'clock in the morning.

~~Mori's P.O.V.~~

Rikku wasn't at school. I could tell that everyone was pretty worried. The girls asked about her but we just said that we didn't know.

"Takeshi," Honey asked me in a tiny voice. "Do you think that Ri - chan's okay? She was really hurt last night."

I didn't like to lie. Especially to my cousin. Judging by how Rikku had looked the day before, chances were that she wasn't too healthy. Mitsukune understood my silence like normal.

Finally, after it was more than obvious that none of the hosts were up for hosting, Kyoya dismissed all the girls. Then, he pulled out his cell phone.

"Kyoya - sempai," Hikaru - or Kaoru I never could tell them apart - said.

"What are you going to do?" his twin finished.

I felt Mitsukune crawl up my back.

"I'm going to find our other idiot," he answered flatly.

I just hope she's okay. I thought closing my eyes in silent prayer.