Disclaimer: I do not own any Ouran Host Club.
Chapter 1 – The Kidnapping
The Host Club is Open for business
"So Haru - chan, we heard that you went out on a date last night." One of the customers Haruhi is serving inquires. "What, Haru - chan went on a date? Where did you go on your date Haru - chan? What was it like? Please tell us me and Monte - kun want to know, don't we?" asks Kitachi, a small brown haired boy first year with with bulging puppy dog eyes. His brother Monteshi, a big third year who is almost as silent and as watchful as Mori was, gives an "ummph" as a sign of agreement with his younger brother.
"Okay, I'll tell you about my date." Saying no to Kitti is harder than saying no to Huni, near impossible. "So what do you want to know?" She asks the cute first year, who replies with "umm, who was it with?" Just as she is about to answer Tamaki comes over and asks "Haruhi, I hope you're not going to tell them about our date last night?" To which she replies "Of course I am Tamaki, after all they did ask politely and I could hardly refuse them now could I, and it's not as if you haven't been telling people that I was going on a date in the first place." Tamaki tells her sweetly, "It was Kyouya's idea, you don't hate me, do you?"
"How could I hate you after I had such a good time last night?" Haruhi asks sarcastically, caressing his his cheek, earning a nosebleed from him and squeals from the customers they had been entertaining. Hikaru and Kaoru get upset and try arguing with Kyouya. "Why are you letting them get away with that?" Hikaru fumes. "What are you going to do, they are taking our customers with their romantic lovey–dovey scene." Kaoru explains. "Well if that's the case, then I guess I as punishment Haruhi and Tamaki can clean up the host club at the end of each session for a month then," Kyouya replies with his evil Shadow King smirk, sending Tamaki into his corner of woe.
The Host Club is now closed for business
A few weeks later after cleaning the club room with Tamaki and teasing him about how useless he was at sweeping the floor, Haruhi was enjoying this time alone with her boyfriend, but it was felt weird to call Tamaki her boyfriend. She needed time to think... "Haruhi, do you want a lift home?' Tamaki asked gently. "Ahh no Tamaki I'll walk, it's not that far anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, kay?" and with that she was out the door and down the stairs in a matter of seconds.
At the Fujioka Residence
There was a knock at the door as Ranka was about to leave, "Who is it?" he sang out in a shrill voice. A man in a dark suit answered. "Mr. Fujioka, my name is Lee. I work for Mr. Otori who has a few things to discuss with you, he is waiting for you at the Otori mansion. I have orders to accompany you there." said the dark guy standing in his doorway. "Well in that case I'll just write a note for Haruhi, she'll be back soon." he said as he went to stick a note on the fridge ..." "There is no need, Miss. Fujioka is being informed as we speak" answered Lee. "Well in that case lead the way", he said linking arms with him as they left.
An empty street somewhere near Ouran Academy
It had been ten minutes since Haruhi left Ouran and she could swear there was a car following her. She noticed it two minutes ago after she had come out of her deep thinking about deciding to end her relationship with Tamaki. Thinking that it was probably Tamaki following her. "Come on Tamaki, if your that worried you can take me home" she said defeated. As the car pulled up next to her she realized that it was not one of Tamaki's cars, it was too late to start running now, before she knew it she was inside the car and knocked unconscious. " Where to know?" the driver asked. "To the Otori mansion" said the young Yakuza apprentice.
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