Chapter 2-

The first thing Tamaki felt as he awoke was the cold, hard ground pressing against his face. He was barely conscious, but still he could hear a distant voice, as if someone were speaking to him through water. He attempted to lift his head, but his pounding headache prevented him from doing so. He groaned and shifted a bit, trying to stay comfortable even after his head began to hurt.

It took a while for Tamaki to completely regain his sense of being. Once he was completely aware of his surroundings, he opened his eyes and looked around frantically. He was in a dark room, with one single sky light acting as a window, which light filtered through lazily. A dingy mattress was found in the corner of the room, dirty and frayed. Tamaki didn't know how to react to his situation. He trembled a bit and tried to loosen the bonds around his writs and ankles.

The door suddenly slammed open, dust flying off the unsettled floor into the musty air. Tamaki scooted himself back using his bound legs, but his back soon met a wall. For a moment, shadow covered the face of the perpetrator, but as they stepped into the light coming down from the ceiling, their features were revealed in all too terrifying normality. The man looked as if he could possibly be a regular office worker, with a clean, tan face and short cropped black hair. His eyes couldn't be seen because of the light reflecting off of his round glasses, but he wore a clean cut suit with no tie. Despite his normal appearance, Tamaki was horrified.

The man came closer and laughed. "Did I scare you, little prince? Do I make you tremble?" He kneeled down in front of Tamaki, and his eyes were revealed. Of coarse they were normal. Just normal brown eyes. Tamaki tried to pinpoint any sort of emotion in there, any emotion that would prevent the man from harming him. But there was none. Only desperation was found.

"What do you want with me?" Tamaki managed to question, his voice unbelievably even despite his circumstance. The man laughed again.

"Of coarse you would have no idea. You're probably so spoiled beyond belief that you don't even pay attention to what your own father does at work."

"I...I don't–"

"Ah yes. And all the while, you're still able to inherit your family's company. You people make me sick!" While he was talking, his voice seemed to get louder and louder, his hand motions more defined and violent. Tamaki tried to keep a straight head and stay quiet, so that he wouldn't upset the man further. There was no action that could be done on Tamaki's part that could calm him down, however. The man stood and looked down upon him with the up most hatred.

The captors short, stalky leg shot out at a kick upon Tamaki's head, causing it to hit against the wall and bounce. He let out a yelp of pain as he slumped down sideways to the ground, his headache now intensified tenfold. He breathed hard, focusing all his energy to harness the throbbing in his head and stay awake.

He felt his head being picked up by his hair, new blossoms of pain forming on his scalp. He sobbed and lay limp, just waiting for it to stop. He felt a warm liquid ooze down his forehead onto his face, which he assumed was blood. The man crouched down until his face was level with Tamaki's, and even then he could see the desperate, merciless, cold look in his brown eyes, leering at him through his glasses. He looked once again to find any remorse there. Tamaki just couldn't believe that someone could inflict pain without a second thought. This man could hardly be considered thinking in the first place, though. He was blind with rage, and Tamaki didn't even know why.

The man let out a yell of anger and threw him into the middle of the room. He landed right underneath the ceiling window, the light making his blond hair almost glow. He stifled a sob as the captor rolled him onto his back with his foot. He kept his eyes clenched shut in hopes for him to just go away. The man's leg extended for another kick, but luckily for Tamaki, his phone began to ring. He put his foot down angrily and cursed. He once again crouched down. He grabbed Tamaki's face and forced him to turn towards him and open his eyes.

"This isn't over. You hear me?"

And just like that, he was gone. Tamaki used his last amount of energy to crawl into the corner with the mattress, leaning on the wall in a fetal position. He reflected on how just not long ago, he did the exact same position in the host club. For dumb reasons, he thought. He should have been less stupid. Why else would he deserve this torture? The man had mentioned his father...and his family business. If only he could make the man understand...he couldn't get involved in the business in the first place even if he wanted to. His grandmother was avid that he stay at the second mansion and out of sight. Besides, he would much rather be with his mother. If he decided to stay with her, perhaps this would never have happened. He banged his already aching head on the wall. No. That's a selfish thought. His mother was growing sick, and if he didn't leave, she could possibly have died. This hell was worth it if she was well.

And even if he did miss his mother dearly, he was able to meet the wonderful people in his host club. His friends...Mori, Hunni, Hikaru, Kaoru, Kyoya...Haruhi...

With his mind on his friends, he was able to drift into sleep and forget his present situation.

As Haruhi and the rest were escorted out of the office, nobody spoke. Haruhi suspected that they were all probably thinking things over, not believing that Tamaki could have possibly be taken for ransom...at least that was what Haruhi was thinking. She remembered seeing him just last night at the club meeting. It seemed so surreal that he would be taken the morning after. She suddenly found herself wishing that she would have been a bit nicer to him..

She was brought out of her thoughts when suddenly Kyoya let out a loud yell. Everyone was just as surprised as she.

"Kyoya Senpai?" She said, walking over to him with caution. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong!?" He replied angrily. "You ask me what's wrong?! Everything is wrong!"

Haruhi looked at the ground, about to scream herself. At least that was something. She couldn't stand just sitting there, doing nothing. She didn't understand why they weren't tearing up the hole city just to find him.

The rest of the host club remained silent, looking at anything and everything to keep them from breaking.

"Kyo-chan," Hunni began, tears streaming down his face. "Surely we can do something..."

"Yeah! We cant just stand here while Tamaki is out there, suffering!" Hikaru yelled. Kaoru placed a hand on his arm, calming him down.

But there was nothing they could do. Nothing they could do but wait, powerlessly until the adults figured things out...no. That's not what they would do. Kyoya clenched his fists and composed himself.

"Of coarse we wont just sit here. I have called the Ootori Secret Police. Lets wait for them to arrive, then we can find the bastard who took our friend."

With Kyoya's little speech, the group began to regain their hope. After all, Tamaki wouldn't want them to remain hopeless. He would uplift them in any way he could. As a matter of fact, if any one else were in his position, he wouldn't sleep until they were found.

Hikaru nodded aggressively, being the first to speak. "Yes. Lets get Tono back!"

"Yes."

And they all went to meet the several back vans parked out front beyond the gate.

Okay, that's a wrap for chapter two! I'm afraid that it was really short. But oh well! I could have done better with descriptions and stuff like that, but I wanted this out ASAP. Also, later on, I'm thinking of adding some pairings. Tell me which one's you would like to see! Preferablly Tamaharu or Kyotama. :))

~Blue