A/n: since no one seems to believe me when I say I looked this stuff up I suppose more proof is in order.

Because there is no court order or any formalized agreement keeping kyouya away from his mom and vice versa she is not breaking any rule in having him taken away. Kyouya's mom has custody of him even though she has been forbidden to see him. The person who forbid her from seeing him is yoshio ohtori therefore there is no binding legal agreement only one through word of mouth. She has the right to take him and she is using it. It is not abuse because she has not laid a hand on him yet. to arrest her now would be like arresting someone for having a gun in their house even if they're never even used it- for ill or proper circumstances.

more research:

Those who have legal power over teens can send them or move them pretty much anywhere they want to without the consent of the teens. They can even send them to the "boot camp" type places in other countries which Jordan Riak has reported on his site.

This ability to send them wherever they want to, whenever they want to is similar to how slave owners use to sell their slaves.

Here is a quote from an article...

Inside, 250 foreign children are locked up. Almost all are American, but though kept prisoner, they were not sent here by a court of law. Their parents paid to have them kidnapped and flown here against their will, to be incarcerated for up to three years, sometimes even longer.

from wikipedia: In many states of the United States, if there is no formal custody order, and the parents are not living together, the removal of a child by one parent is not an offense.

I should hope this information is sufficient as I have sited THREE sources to prove my point (one in the last chapter's author's note and two in this one) It is legal. i do not feel like discussing this any longer.

ok aside from the very long, very rude and standoffish author's note i have only a few more words for you to read, or skip as i'm sure no one cares what i have to say.

I am undeniably out of my depth here. I'm fifteen, a virgin, never been kissed, first time yaoi writer, first m-rated fic writer, and second time lemon writer... I can only promise to do my very best to make this fic good. I'm worrying myself sick over this fic actually... I shall do my best to keep updates frequent but i warn you that my summer homework is calling to me as well as yet another family vacation- although this time it's to go to anime fest orlando as haruhi from episode 16- so i may be a bit more delayed in my updates. I hope to have this finished by the start of my sophmore year so that my classes do not make periods between chapters long.

Sorry to disappoint but i do not think kyouya will be seeing his mother until chapter 12. the story will be over by about chapter fifteen unless i change my original plan (which has happened once, no twice, already)

I'm going to shut up now ^^

My face was blank, but inside I was shaking. I was about to be taken onto a plane and flown across the ocean so that my mother could rape me. It was not a situation I wanted to be in. My captor stood beside me, glaring at me like a cat watches a mouse. I could tell he found it all rather troublesome- and probably not worth his effort- but highly amusing. Standing there I felt the sudden urge to give up. My hope was draining quickly and finding an escape plan was like keeping sand in a sieve.

The meek man continued to watch me, obviously curious, but didn't say anything. I was hoping I could get to speak to him as I vaguely remembered meeting him somewhere before and thought that perhaps I knew him. He seemed to know me and if I could only know his name…

Maybe I would know him too.

My heart skipped a beat as a security guard sauntered over. Perhaps there is still hope. The security guard grabbed my arm without warning and started dragging me away. Antoine followed behind, seeming to know what was going on. Another guard joined us as we walked and I soon found myself being dragged into a small holding area. It was two rooms connected by a single door such that it was necessary to pass through the first in order to reach the second. I, along with one of the guards, was placed in the further back of the two rooms while my captor remained in the other. The guard bade me to sit in one of the multiple folding chairs scattered throughout the room. He stood before me as I sat, staring up at him, and refused to be seated. I wanted to tell him something; something that could save me from my fate.

"Sir, that man- Antoine Croft- he has a gun. He's using it to kidnap me and-" I began before the man cut me off.

"I know of your situation Mr. Ohtori."

"Then you must understand that it is imperative that I get away from him. That I not board the plane." I said imploringly.

"I understand that sir, but there is something you yourself must understand. I am being paid handsomely for my service."

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off before I could form a single word to express my rage.

"I have a wife and three kids. The children will never be able to attend college if I do not have the money Mr. Croft is giving me. I know that whoever he is working for wants you on that plane and that in order to get my money I must follow orders." the man said coldly, looking me over as if bored by my presence. My blood boiled.

Greed.

It was like a weed, spreading its poisonous tendrils and infecting everything in sight. First my father- choosing our name over my safety- and now this man- ignoring a serious situation for money. I was furious. How dare someone sworn to protect ignore something like this. I wanted to scream at him but I kept my face cold and blank as always.

"I will make you suffer when I get out of this." I said icily.

That bastard. I wished he would drop dead right there. He shook his head at me.

"We're not letting him take his gun-"

Oh? Well, that was something in my favor. If he didn't have his gun there was the chance that I could run away although he was probably faster than me.

"-but we're leaving him his knife and his lighter."

Knife? If I tried to get away and was caught... An image of blood seeping from my chest made me cringe internally. Could I risk running if he was still armed? Maybe, as the alternative was certainly worse. At that point I would have done anything to keep my mother away from me.

Mother...

A sudden flash of memory took me by surprise. In my mind I saw her standing over me, shoving me to the floor and attempting to remove my clothes. In my memory I barely protested, simply letting her do as she wished with me. My mind cleared as suddenly as a gust of wind upon the sea.

"A-ah," I mumbled incoherently before regaining my composure. I was horrified and angry but I knew that there were more important things to worry about.

"I'm rich you know, I could pay you off." I reasoned, trying to gain some ground of the man. He simply shook his head.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with."

I fell silent. What could I do? What could I do? Antoine and the other guard returned at that very moment and glared coldly at me. My captor took me by the wrist and pulled me toward the door.

"The flight is boarding." he hissed.

"W-wait-!" I protested, "There must be something I can do! I have just as much money as she does! I can give you twice what she is!"

His hand met my cheek with chilling ferocity. My mind flashed back to the Ouran festival, where my father had done just the same. Just as I had back then, I froze up. My mouth closed, my eyes narrowed, and I showed no emotion.

I knew where I stood. Only my own strength could keep me safe. Only sheer luck could aid my escape. Only time could set me free.

We boarded the plane without speaking. Antoine carried my bag with him wordlessly and once we were seated he seemed to relax visibly. Fortunately for him and unfortunately for me, there was no way to get away. The next time my feet would touch solid earth would be in Canada. The only thing that kept me from sheer despair was the fact that the meek looking man from earlier made it his personal business to figure out what was going on with me. I was seated in between the two with my captor at the isle seat, myself in the middle, and the meek man at the window. I was surprised that my mother hadn't bothered getting us first class seats, although in retrospect that would have drawn a lot more attention. Still, sitting in business class was irritating but a blessing in disguise. My captor took the liberty of removing my phone from my bag, silencing it, and shoving it into his pants pocket, as if daring me to try and get it. My bag was shoved haphazardly into the overhead bin. I desperately wanted the plane to stay grounded but I couldn't do anything to stop it as it took off. I listened intently to the safety instructions and watched for the opportunity to get ahold of the meek man's name but neither effort proved fruitful. As the plane took off I stared miserably at my knees and prayed that Tamaki would save me- that anyone would save me- and that I wouldn't have to see my mother. I prayed that she would die of a heart attack before we arrived. I prayed that something would be wrong with my passport and that they would hold me until someone safe came to get me or better still that they sent me back to japan. Of course, this only entertained me for about twenty minutes before I grew antsy and tired.

I was looking for something to occupy my nervous energy when the man beside me tried to make conversation.

"I-I'm Daisuke Yamaoto," said the meek man, "I've seen you at your father's parties."

I, for lack of words, nodded and flashed him one of my many fake smiles. I had done some business with his company- a catering company for the rich- and knew him to be a trustworthy man. I instantly felt relieved. Antoine's beefy hand snaked up to my shoulder and squeezed it warningly. The meek man, Daisuke, noted this with a rather suspicious mien and grew somber in expression. I watched his eyes trace my bruised cheek. He smiled a very fake looking smile that I'd seen many a businessman do and joked that my face was so grave it appeared as though someone had died. He inquired as to if I was to attend a funeral with a light chuckle but his eyes showed a very different kind of curiosity. He could tell something was very wrong- although what exactly he couldn't piece together- and he was responding by attempting to seem as careless and casual as he could.

"As I said, I am Kyouya Ohtori and no I am not attending a funeral." I said, shooting the man a 'later' look which understood immediately. I turned away and did my best to seem disinterested as my mind raced through torturous images of my mother.

I saw things I had never imagined were possible.

Memory after memory assaulted my mind, tearing me apart inside as they passed through my consciousness. I remained as blank as I possibly could on the outside as I remembered what had come to pass and fretted over what hadn't yet. If only I could get away...

It took four hours for Antoine to eventually give in to sleep- and he only did so after I faked passing out from exhaustion- but when he did it was as if an enormous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I turned to Daisuke and gave him a tired, weary glance. He met my eyes curiously and asked me what was wrong.

"Softly sir," I whispered, "I cannot allow this man to wake from his uneasy slumber."

"Of course," came the nearly inaudible response. With an emotionless face I turned to face him fully.

"I'm being kidnapped."

Three words, a world full of problems.

"K-Kidnapped? You?" he hissed in surprise.

"By my mother. She's going to hurt me."

"How can I help you?" he asked worriedly, seeming genuinely concerned. I saw a business card peeking out from the inside of his breast pocket and gestured to it.

"I'll give you a phone number to call. Tell the person who answers I'm being kidnapped. They'll believe me, I assure you." I said quietly, knowing he'd comply. He drew a pen and a business card from his pocket and I wrote out Tamaki's number. Bellow it I wrote and labeled my father's cell phone number and the number to call for my house. Daisuke nodded solemnly and placed the card in the safety of his pocket. As I opened my mouth to thank him he shook his head and looked pointedly at my captor. Clearly, this was a sign for me to fake sleeping again.

Surprisingly enough, I was so exhausted that I actually fell asleep for the final six hours of the flight. I suppose the fact that I knew I couldn't be hurt or threatened in public was what allowed me to sleep. Although, my dreams were really just nightmares and what little rest I had was fitful and didn't make me any less exhausted. When we landed I was woken by Antoine shaking my shoulder roughly. He clutched at my backpack with one hand and pulled me to my feet with the other.

Customs was a dreary experience. Antoine assured me that every single officer who would be speaking to us was on my mother's payroll. Escape was impossible. I stood beside my captor as my passport was presented to the officials.

"Business or pleasure?" asked one stony-faced official.

"Pleasure, sir," replied Antoine with a devilish smirk. The official wouldn't even meet my eyes.

My mother had arranged things so that a car was waiting for us as we left the airport.

And of course, she had a back-up gun stashed in the glove box. Just when I thought I had a chance...

Antoine once again took the liberty of locking me into the car with the child safety locks on, and when we were a few miles from the airport he pulled over to re-zipptie my wrists behind my back. I wanted to kill him.

For what was probably the hundredth time in the past twenty-four hours, I asked myself what was worse: death or rape? I couldn't choose. Either option seemed painful and terrible. I just wanted to get home again where I was moderately safe.

Through the car's tinted windows I watched as trees and telephone poles blew past. We were driving fast- very fast- and I could barely get a sense of my surroundings. I stared out the window and up at the dismal grey skies. It looked ready to rain. Canada was frustrating to me for every mile we drove looked just like the one before it: slightly hilly, grey toned, barren, and underpopulated. Clearly, we were taking the road less traveled. The four hours of driving from montreal to quebec dragged on with irritating tedium. The anticipation of what was to happen was nearly killing me. I was strongly reminded of a time from my childhood where I had gotten in trouble for some childish thing. I remembered waiting in terrified anticipation for my father to punish me... dreading what was to come but wanting it to be over so that my worries would be gone... I was torn between wanting to keep driving forever and simply getting there and getting the whole thing over with.

I looked into the driver's mirror and met eyes with Antione who looked infinitely amused by my suffering.

"How long?" I asked after a long moment.

"Ten minutes," came his stony reply.

Only ten minutes until I would see her. Only ten minutes left for a miracle. Only ten minutes left of sanity. Ten minutes... I would be counting every one.

a/n: sorry for the delay. I was busy making a cosplay costume, then in chicago, then packing for anime fest orlando, then I was IN ORLANDO, then homework got in the way. I promise I'll be better with updating next time. and just please please please, stop insisting i'm wrong about the laws being broken here. I know it's a STUPID RULE but she can legally have him taken as she has custody.