-A/N: I am aware my writing style isn't the best; however I plan to get better, and wish that somehow my imagination can become clear and beautifully written on paper.
-Please note that all typos are typos and I can't catch all of them. Please just laugh, correct them yourself, and move on.
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All the club members sat, cramped together, on the velvety red love-seat, inside the third music room, trying to figure out what to do about Akira Niigata. He was a very powerful man, so digging up any evidence other than the letter would be rather difficult, and even the letter wouldn't be much because it said Haruhi willing went with him and that she was perfectly healthy, despite the blood they had found on the floor of the abandoned room.

Kyouya was busy making phone calls, most likely dealing with a police force other than his own. However, no matter how many calls he made it seemed like they couldn't do anything but wait, for the time being. Takashi stayed quiet, as he sat next to Mitsukuni, waiting for some kind of news and he also sat there blaming himself. He should have kept following them, even if it made Haruhi upset. Who knew what kind of horrible, disgusting, and violating things that Nut Job was doing to her.

For the past month Haruhi and Takashi had been spending some time together and he had been secretly teaching her some martial arts. Tamaki had gotten to her, even though she wouldn't admit it, and in the end she was able to bring herself to asking Takashi for some basic training. Maybe he hadn't taught her enough and now, even with that training, it was useless because Akira most likely had her bound and maybe even gagged.

"Now, Hold on you guys. Maybe that wasn't her blood; maybe it was somebody else's." Kaoru said, getting everyone's attention. "Maybe it's another student's blood…"
"Or even better, Akira's blood." Hikaru blurted out, with a slight grin on his face; though it quickly faded because he knew the circumstances hadn't changed.
"If it is another student's blood then that makes the possibility of the letter being true, around eighty percent." Kyouya said, snapping his phone shut and joining in on the conversation.

"Any luck?" Takashi asked, after a few minutes of silence.
"Well; they said we have to wait a while before we can file a missing persons report and we can't say for sure she's been kidnapped, so…"

•

Akira cradled Haruhi in his arms, as he walked. His shirt was off and wrapped around Haruhi's head to prevent a trail of blood. Akira had had a car come pick them up, and now he was taking Haruhi to his private doctor. "What happened to her?" the doctor asked after Akira set her down. Akira shot the doctor a glare to silence him, before removing the shirt himself.
"Obviously, you know she's a girl; however please keep that fact quiet." Akira said as he watched his doctor at work.

When the doctor had finally finished, the only thing he had to say to Akira was, "She may have some amnesia, but she should be just fine and even regain her memories in just a few days."
Akira dismissed him after soon after that and informed all of his family's staff not to reveal his whereabouts.

He carried Haruhi back to the car and once inside he told the driver to go to the 'new' house. The 'new' house was a newly purchased, but old, abandoned house, which was cheap and warn-down from standing for so many years, unattended. It was a house that Akira had purchased without his parents knowledge, was out of the way, and hard to find… In other words it was secluded, unnoticed, and ignored except for ghost stories and rumors.

•

"I'm not going to sit around doing nothing when my 'daughters' out there and could possibly be injured!" Tamaki yelled, bolting up-right and gaining everyone attention. "It's time we take matters into our own hands!"
"That's the spirit, boss!" Hikaru said, also bolting up off the love seat.
"Ah" Takashi said getting up as well, with an emotionless face. "I hope she's okay…"

Takashi looked at Mitsukuni, and wondered what he would do if Mitsukuni had been kidnapped; that's when he flinched, ever so slightly, at the thought of what Mitsukuni would do to Akira if he even triedto kidnap him; After all Mitsukuni would be considered a weapon of mass destruction if he went all out.

•

"I guess they don't take it lightly when their princess is kidnapped," Akira Niigata said, out loud to himself as he heard several helicopters circling the city outside. Akira had arrived with Haruhi at the house several hours ago and now stood in the kitchen, preparing food. The house had been renovated on the inside which was ordered by Akira. He made sure to make it abundantly clear to his employees that he wanted nothing changed on the outside and that if anyone so much as messed up a sliver of grass, they would be fired.

Haruhi would be waking up soon and Akira wanted to make sure she had something good to eat, as apologies for the bump on her head, and loss of blood. He continued cooking for her and himself when Tamaki's floated in through the window.
"HARUHIIIII!" Tamaki's hollered through a mega phone as the sound of a helicopter could be heard drawing closer.
"Tch," Akira murmured, biting the tip of his thumb and walking over to the cracked window, before closing it. "There's no way he knows we're here, he's probably using that mega phone through-out the whole city, the idiot. I'm glad I sound proofed all the windows."

•

When Akira had finally finished making some dinner for him and Haruhi to eat together, she had begun to wake up. She was still wearing her butler uniform that suited her wonderfully, as she laid on a comfortable violet couch, unbound. Akira walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room, setting the trays of food onto the table.
"Rise and shine, my beautiful," Akira said as he spotted his Haruhi waking up.

Haruhi yawned and opened her eyes, before sitting up straight and rubbing the blur away. As she rubbed her eyes Akira walked even closer to her, with grace in every step. He was still wearing nothing but pants, and had been since he had been at school.

"Good Morning," He said before correcting himself. "Or should I say night?"

Before Haruhi had a chance to respond Akira had crouched down and put his arms around the damsel in distress, gently put his lips on hers. Before he knew it he had been engulfed in his own passion for Haruhi his kiss grew rougher, and he drew her even closer; Haruhi knew not what to think, for she couldn't even remember who he was or where she was now sitting.