I couldn't hear them speak over the large crowd of people, but I knew that whatever they were talking about; it wasn't good. I thought about confronting them, ask them why they were here. However, I knew if I did, I wouldn't out their true purpose. I kept low behind the students. Watching them as they talked then Tomo's voice rang out.

"Come and get me!" He yelled, then over everything I heard a loud whack. Immediately, I tried to push to the front of the crowd, but I could only get so close. Between the shoulders of people, I saw Tomo hit a kid straight across the jaw. The stranger went flying back, hitting the dirt with a thud. I gasped. Why are they fighting?! I was the only one with fear across my face, everyone around me was pumped with adrenaline. Looking at Tomo, he was already dripping with sweat. It shined across his skin, his eyes wide with excitement. I didn't like seeing him this way. He looked happy like this was the most fun he's had in a long time.

Once the ref realized the boy wasn't getting up, he tapped him out. "Out!" He yelled, waving a hand. Some people dragged him out of the circle. Tomo stood in the middle full of pride.

"Who's next?"

A familiar voice answered, "Right here!" The ginger host and Takashi stepped out. I covered my mouth, not wanting to believe what I saw. Were they here to fight? But why?! Tomo didn't seem to care that they were host members and ready his fist. Was he going to fight them both at once? The twin backed up, his hands showing no threat. "I'm just here to support this guy." He pointed at Takashi. Why does he want to fight Tomo? What should I do to prevent this?

"Doesn't matter," Tomo said coolly. Takashi stepped forward, silent as ever. The ref raised his hand, waiting for the two to be ready. As soon as he sensed it, he shot his hand down. Time slowed around me. Why is everyone so loud? Screams and curse words flew by like the wind. I stood there motionless, as I saw Tomo's fist go forward. My eyes were locked on them as I continued to hear the screams. Why wouldn't they stop? I saw images of Mother in my mind. It was of her hitting me. I could remember the feeling of her cold hands hitting my face. I couldn't take it. I didn't want to remember! I pushed past the remaining people, breaking free into the ring. The two didn't see me as I jumped in between them, receiving the full blow of Tomo's fist. I hit the dirt.

"Stop..." I breathed, trying to register what happened to me. Tomo stood there, speechless. I could see he was shaking slightly. His eyes were absent of all joy and were filled with fear and confusion. He didn't want me to see him like this, to be excited by fighting. Then before me was him getting punched right in the face. What? Takashi stood over me, I saw plain rage over his normal expression. I've never seen him this way, I didn't want too. Tomo caught his footing, all fear wiped away and replaced with anger. Takashi went to stand in front of me like he was my shield. I couldn't get a word in as they begin fighting. The crowd cheered with joy. This isn't what I wanted!

I struggled to my feet, I was a little shaken, but I didn't feel any pain from his fist. I have to stop them, I didn't mean to make it worse! You could hear the clack of their first against one another. They were about on the same level of skill, both of them trying to get the upper hand. What could I do to stop them? They both looked like they weren't going to stop until someone was seriously hurt. My mind was growing hazy. I could see blood. It flew with each punch. I saw red go down Tomo's face. His forehead was cut and his lip busted. Takashi's cheek was already bruising and he spat out blood every few seconds. I was growing desperate.

I gasped, "Please...stop." Takashi punched him, making Tomo fall to the ground. He got on top of him, readying his fist to come down hard. I panicked. I jumped onto Takashi's back and with all my strength I bit into his shoulder. Blood filled my mouth and onto his clothes. I refused to let go. My mind was filled with fear and a feeling I wasn't used to. It was a feeling of protection. I had to protect Tomo. Takashi didn't yell in pain or anything, but he did show discomfort.

"Hara!" Tomo called out, shocked at my actions. "Stop!"

I refused to let go, I was afraid they would fight again. I didn't want to hurt Takashi, but he was hitting Tomo. He wasn't stopping. They both weren't and I was scared. The crowd didn't like this turn of event and booed. They wanted to see more blood shed. I felt a hand touch my head, making me bite down harder out of reflex. Takashi didn't cry out, remaining calm. His hand was gentle, I felt tears threaten to spill. "I'll stop." I heard under his breath. I felt my jaw loosen. I eventually let him go, his blood going down my lips. He wiped some away, only to smudge it.

"Don't touch her!" Tomo was instantly in front of me. His body shook slightly from pain, his face showed no fear, however. His fist was clenched, ready to fight again if need be. His left eye began to swell and you could hear the blood in his throat as he talked, "Don't you ever touch her." Takashi didn't have anything to say but someone else did.

The twin stepped forward into the crowd, not looking too pleased. "Why stop fighting, she's just a girl," he frowned. "Takashi, chop chop." Clapping his hands like a spoiled prince. Takashi didn't look happy, glaring at him.

"If anyone is going to get a punched in the face, it will be you." Tomo spat. I went in front of the twin. Curiosity was in me and for Seika's sake, I had to know who this was. Which twin could possibly be in a place like this? A small part of me hoped it wasn't Hikaru. I wanted him to be a good guy, to where he could potentially help my sister with her baby.

I breathed, "Who are you?"

He was taken back, but not surprised by the question. He was probably used to it by now. "Why does it matter, Hara?"

Rage filled me. Grabbing his shirt tightly, I yelled, "I have had a very long day. I've been running all over town and I was just punched in the face. If you don't answer me, the next person who will be fighting in this ring is me and you!" He pushed me off him, making the two boys snarl.

"Okay, don't have to threaten me! I'm Hikaru. Happy now?" My fears were true. I didn't want him to be the one here. Why though? What could he gain from coming to something like this? I wanted to picture him as a good person, someone who could provide for Seika. My hopes for that were slipping from me. I was still angry, I didn't want to calm down.

I frowned, "Why are you here?"

He could only stare away from me, "That's none of your business, now is it?"

I got closer to him, my fist clinched. I won't lie, I knew what I was doing. All this rage that filled me was hard to control. It wasn't just from him, it was from everything. All my life, I've never felt true anger and tonight had to be the night where I couldn't control it. Sadly, for Hikaru, he had to send me over the edge. In the blink of an eye, I socked him across the jaw. He went straight into the dirt, you could hear his head hit. The whole crowd gasps at my sudden behavior. To see someone try and stop a fight, then only to begin a new one. Tomo grabbed my hand, I was ready to hit him again.

"Let me go!" I screamed. Trying to fight him away from me. He was far stronger than me and had no problem keeping me contained. Takashi helped Hikaru up, his lip was busted.

He growled, "Why did you do that?!" I wanted to tear him to pieces. I wanted to dig into his shoulder like I did with Seika weeks ago. If only Tomo would let me go. I could release my anger. Finally, let everything go for once. I turned around, biting his hand which held me. He hissed under his breath but didn't let go. Again, red liquid filled my mouth. I didn't know why I was biting him so harshly. I didn't want to hurt him. However, my minded was clouded. The joy from the crowd busted through, filling me with adrenaline. The urge to hit someone was over powering. My eyes caught him and all I could see was regret. This made me let him go immediately. Why did he look like that?

"Tomo..." I breathed. We heard the sound of sirens come close. Police? Everyone started to panic.

"Someone called the cops!"

All the students began running all directions, some were jumping over the fence. Others pushed past to escape through the opening. I stood there, my only concern was how I hurt Tomo, his hand bleeding. What have I done...

Then out of everyone, I heard a single voice in the crowd. "Now!" A man in a hoodie ran towards us. Not being able to say anything fast enough, I jumped in front of Tomo, feeling something hit my back. The hooded man panicked, disappearing into the crowd. Tomo didn't see him, grabbing my hand and taking off. Wait! I had so much to ask Hikaru! He and Takashi were long gone. Nowhere to be seen. I felt so stupid. How could I become so angry? I ruined my chance to talk to him. The police got closer, you could hear their yells. We managed to squeeze by the others, running through the dark streets. Everything was going by so fast.

Before I knew it, we were back in his home. He slammed his door, locking in safely. He was breathing heavily, while I was calm. Everything I was feeling before was gone, I was left with a strange feeling. Once he regained himself he looked at me questionably. "Why were you there?!" He almost yelled.

"I saw you..." I spoke softly, "I was curious."

He gripped his hair, "You were hurt!" He got closer to me, examining my face. There was no bruise from being hit. He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, he noticed a cut but no blood. "This is my fault..." He realized. He sat me down on the couch, going to his bathroom for a second, coming back with a wet rag.

"It was mine. I shouldn't have followed," I said. He only sighed, wiping the blood from my mouth left from him and Takashi. We both gave off the vibe of exhaustion. Once he cleaned me off, he went and washed his face. He was bruised all over, his face looked like a wreck. It made me feel terrible. I should have stopped the fight sooner. He sat next to me, letting a long breath escape him.

He looked at me about to say something but paused, "Hara, what the hell?"

"What?"

He reached behind my back, "Don't move." I felt something being jerked from me, luckily I felt no pain. In his palms was a small pocket knife. The image of the hooded man flashed in mind. Was he going to stab Tomo with this? What if I wasn't there?! He could only stare at it. No traces of blood could be seen, nor my wound. Not being able to look at me, he spoke, "I've been patient, but you need to tell me what's going on."

That was one of the longest nights of my life.