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Missing his heart

Previously in chapter six… And, as quick as he had jumped up to rescue her from what-ever she had been feeling, she was gone again. Mori sighed and proceeded back into the room behind her, wondering if she even had a clue who he had been talking about. The rest of the day was business as usual, except that Kyoya was not there.

Chapter Seven

The next day was the same as well. However, Wednesday evening, things changed. School and club were normal, with the noted exception of one club member still missing. Tamaki did not take Haruhi to dinner before taking her home that evening, in hopes of having her cook for him. When she got home, however, before Tamaki could even walk her to her door, Kyoya met them at the limo door. He offered Haruhi a hand as she climbed out, then immediately shut the door before Tamaki could climb out himself. Kyoya told Tamaki's driver to go ahead and take him home and that he would make sure Haruhi made it into her house safely. When Kyoya handed the driver 100000 yen to just leave, the man didn't think twice. Kyoya smirked as the limo drove away and Tamaki yelled out the window.

"Senpai, why did you do that? Now there will be hell to pay tomorrow when I get to the club room! Tamaki-senpai will NOT let me live it down that he didn't get to walk me to my house." Haruhi knew that the words she spoke were unfortunately true, and that Tamaki would admonish her tomorrow for "allowing" Kyoya to do what he did.

"Ehh, if you really want me to call him back, I will. But I figured that you would rather see your real father than the idiot who calls himself your 'daddy'. Am I wrong?" Kyoya said with a smirk on his face.

"My dad? You found my dad? Are you serious? Really? Talk to me!!! Dammit, say something!" Haruhi was now screaming at the top of her lungs and holding Kyoya by the shirt.

Kyoya simply lifted his arm and motioned for his limo to pull up and pick them up. But no matter what she said or asked, Kyoya sat quiet. No laptop, no cell phone, no notebook, just a smirk on his face. Throughout the 15 minute ride, she questioned him non-stop. As he said nothing, her voice would raise, trying to pry answers out of him. He simply put one finger up to her mouth as to tell her to hush. Finally, when she had given up trying to get answers from him, he handed her a bottle of water, "Surely your throat is dry from all the screaming you have been doing for the last 12 minutes."

With a frown on her face, she grumbled "Thanks" and drank the water. Unfortunately for her, doing so brought back memories of what happened the day before her father disappeared. Tears started to well up. Not sure what to think, because suddenly nothing makes sense, Haruhi starts to weep.

"Hey, save some of the water-works for after you meet the plane," Kyoya teases, but at the same time, he gently places his arm over her shoulders and hands her a handkerchief to dab her tears away.

"Plane? Please Senpai, I am begging you. Please tell me what is going on." Haruhi sobs. Even the Ice Shadow King surely couldn't refuse such a plea.

"I found Ranka. I made arrangements to take care of everything. He is currently on one of my jets, on his way here. I will give you more details, but only after I have spoken to Ranka, myself, personally. Don't worry, I won't interrupt you. It's been too long since you saw him last, and I would dream of stopping you. But before I take the two of you home, I do want to have a nice little conversation with him. It's entirely up to you if you want to join us, but it might be painful to hear some of what we discuss."

"Senpai, did you really keep your investigators looking for him this whole time?"

"Yes, those that weren't assigned to guard you were assigned to finding out what happened to your father."

"B-b-but, Senpai… where's the merit? What did you gain by doing this?" The thought of what he might answer scared the daylights out of her, but she needed to know. The need was overwhelming, since without hearing what he had to gain, she was imagining herself being sold into slavery, to work at his house as a slave for the rest of her natural life.

"Haruhi, can we discuss what merit I get from this later? It's not something that is immediate, and potentially none at all… but, well… although I don't usually invest in a long shot, I did this time. I just have to wait and see if it comes in for me or not. So, can we please discuss this some other time?" His eyes were almost begging for her to leave the subject alone for now. It was down-right scary.

For the rest of the way, they rode in silence. The arrived at the private air strip just as the Otori private jet was touching down. As it rolled to the hangar, Haruhi's stomach lurched in anticipation. Would she really get to see her father again? Would he have reasonable answers for the millions and billions of questions that were left unanswered? And why would Kyoya-senpai put so much effort into finding her father? It was time to find out. The hatch opened, the stairs dropped down, and someone was being lead from the plane in a hat, blind-fold, and handcuffs. Haruhi climbed out of the limo and slowly walked over to the person who had just disembarked from the plane. The handcuffs were unlocked, and the blind-fold removed. Ranka blinked momentarily, but when he saw his daughter standing there, he did the only thing he could, he ran and embraced her for all her worth. Wailing and begging for forgiveness, Ranka held on tight to his daughter.

Minutes passed before either opened their eyes, afraid that this was all just a dream. When he finally opened his eyes, Ranka, who was still hugging Haruhi so tight that he was afraid to break her, saw a rather familiar individual. An individual that he could only assume had a hand in his return to his daughter. As he watched the raven haired boy, often referred to as the shadow king amongst his daughters friends, push his glasses up, the lost father mouthed the words "thank you", never once letting go of what he deemed the most precious thing in the world.

Eventually, Haruhi released the death-grip that she had on her father, but still did not let go altogether. She held onto his hand the way she had held onto the hope that she would see him again. When all of her strength had seeped away, a voice behind her asked if the two of them would like to go get dinner. As if to answer, Haruhi's stomach growled. Ranka laughed and replied that it would be lovely since he wanted to talk to both of the teens at the same time.

Since, for the last 6 months, Kyoya had not been one of the ones who had taken Haruhi home in the evening, thus missing out on the chance to dine with her, he chose to spare no expense for tonight's homecoming dinner for Haruhi's father. On the way to the restaurant, they stopped and purchased appropriate dining apparel for both Haruhi and Ranka.