What is this? Two updates in one day? Granted, this chapter is very short, but still... Enjoy!

The next day, the kidnappers began to call the parents of the five teens. The one called Buck walked into the room in which they were being held. "Suoh," he said. Tamaki slowly looked up at the man. "Come with me, now." Tamaki stood up and followed the man out of the room. "What's your father's phone number?"

Tamaki recited the number, and the other kidnapper dialed. "Suoh," the man said. "We have your son," he finished. Tamaki stayed silent, he waited for the man to start talking again. "You want proof?" the man asked. "Here," he held the receiver away from his ear and nodded at Buck, who pulled out a knife.

Tamaki tensed when he saw the object. The man plunged the knife into Tamaki's shoulder, and the blonde cried out in pain. The man dragged the knife down to the teen's side. "Call out to daddy, Suoh," the man said.

"Father, please!" Tamaki cried out. He felt his blood start to soak through his shirt.

The man on the phone gave the ransom amount. "I'll call you with further details," he said, before hanging up. Tamaki was shaking with fear. The gash going from his shoulder to his side hurt awfully. His attacker half-dragged him back to the holding room. The four relatively unharmed teens stood in shock. The man threw Tamaki to the floor and closed the door, locking it behind him.

Kyoya started rummaging through his bag. He found a first aid kit issued by one of the hospitals his father owned.

"What the hell happened?" Hikaru demanded.

"Father… didn't believe they had me," Tamaki answered. He started to feel dizzy from the loss of blood.

"We have to do something!" Haruhi exclaimed.

"Way ahead of you," Kyoya said. He knelt down beside his friend, and moved his shirt out of the way. Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru gasped when they saw the gash. Kyoya, seemingly unfazed, began to bandage it.

Kaoru looked at Hikaru, fear evident in his gold eyes. Hikaru hugged his brother tightly. "It's going to be okay, Kaoru," he said, though more to assure himself than his twin.

Kyoya helped Tamaki to a sitting position. "Are you all right?"

"Not really," Tamaki answered.

"Well I hate to break it to you, but your shirt's ruined."

"MY SHIRT?"

"Yes, because in this situation, a shirt is the most important thing," Haruhi said, rolling her eyes.

In that moment, the reality of the situation seemed to sink in. These men wouldn't hesitate to kill them.