The ouran high school host club. Consists of now 6 members. Missing: The natural type. What will the host club do without her? In a few minutes the door had been burnt down. She had managed it. But now there was the problem of getting out. She was weak. She was hungry. There wasn't a way out.

Haruhi remained trapped in to room. Right now that was her hell. As the girl continued to lay life-less, against the wall, the two men surrounding her had come to a conclusion. News reports and newspaper articles were everywhere. Posted on lamp posts, in commercials, and even a few on the side of city transit busses. These men knew they couldn't get away with taking her for ransom. But did they have any other choice? This had yet to be decided.

The host club had placed signs everywhere and anywhere. Tamaki had stopped innocent clueless people and questioned them, until they either called for help or beat him with random objects. Usually shopping bags or purses.

"Awww! I'm just trying to help! This situation isn't going to get any better if we just leave the cops do it all for us!" He whined to the rest of the group. He didn't like to admit it but he had been crying a while ago. He tried to make sure the tearstains on his face had been washed off, but he had obviously scrubbed a bit too hard, leaving his face bright red. He knew he couldn't go through the rest of school without his Haruhi.

As for Haruhi, she was still in the room with the two unfamiliar men. At the moment, one was having a smoke while the other was still thinking about what to do. As the horrid smell of tobacco filled the air that filled the room, Haruhi couldn't help but cough.

"Look! She is alive!" One man said bluntly to the other, stating the obvious. The other man couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, as the cigarette fell out of his mouth, onto a pile a newspaper.
"Run."

Haruhi struggled to get up and away from the fire that had just started in the room. Once she made it to the door, she placed her skinny arm on the door and her other hand on the doorknob.
It was locked.
A few curses were the only thing to escape her lips. In minutes she would be dead. She knew that. If there only was a way to prevent it. It's not like the door is going to burn down before she does.
Wait. Maybe there was a way. Just maybe…

In a few minutes the door had been burnt down. She had managed it. But now there was the problem of getting out. She was weak. She was hungry. There wasn't a way out.

"SHES STILL ALIVE!" The voice of one of the men hollered to the other over the loud sound of the crackling fire, burning down everything in its path.

"YOU IDIOT!" The other man screamed back. They were standing on the other side of the vicious flame that kept Haruhi in the room.

Haruhi looked down at her feet. Beside her foot, was a card. As she used most of her energy to bend down and pick it up, the card revealed a ID. A driver's license.

Letting out a little chuckle, she held the card in her hand.
"I have your ID. I can rat you out." She yelled to the two men over the flames. Haruhi felt good inside, she might get too see her fellow host club again.

One of the men grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall, and began to put the fire out...