Author Note- Hey guys! It's uyay (who was feeling a little comical tonight if you couldn't tell) and don't-even-ask1! Here is Chapter Thirteen, which is awesome if we do say so ourselves (and we do). We can't believe it's the thirteenth already! So again, here it is. To all of our reviewers, favoriters, followers, recommenders, and readers, thank you for your continuous support. It feels awesome to hear from you guys. As always, let us know what you think! See ya soon!

Chapter Thirteen

The Hostage

"He, he," Haruhi heard crying over the cell.

"Hani-senpai, I need you to calm down," she told him.

"Okay." She heard him sniffle.

"Now, what's wrong?"

"It's, it's Takashi."

"What about him?"

"He's gone." Haruhi shot up, she had been lying in bed, and listened intensively. "I couldn't stop them, and they took him."

"Who did?" Her only reply was more sobbing. "Senpai, I need you to tell me who took Mori."

"Ummm… I'm sorry!" More crying. "I, I can't remember."

"Ok, it's ok. Did you tell the others?"

"No, I wanted to tell you first."

"Ok. I need you to call Kyoya. His element has the ability to find Mori. I'll call the others."

"Alright," Hani's voice choked out before she heard the dial tone. Please be okay! We, I, can't lose you!

….With Mori…..

"What do you want?" Mori hissed, hearing footsteps enter the pitch black room he had been locked in. He was tied to a chair, much like in the movies. His wrists were bound to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs. A lone light clicked on and revealed a shady looking man dressed in a blue jumpsuit.

"This isn't about you, if that's what you're wondering. No, this is about your girlfriend," the man told him, pacing back and forth with the occasional glance at him. My girlfriend? Mori thought, confused. Oh no! Haruhi, they think my girlfriend's Haruhi!

"She's not my girlfriend," he told the man.

"Oh? But you know who we are talking about, which suggests otherwise. Either way, she'll come for you."

"So, I'm the bait?"

"Smart boy," the man mocked. "Yes. We saw how she acted when you were almost killed in that fight in the park." He smirked. "Yes, she'll come."

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. I won't let her sacrifice herself for me. I won't let you kill her."

"Why? What's in it for you? It's not like you can actually stop us. You'd die trying."

"Even when the Fujioka's died in the war, they managed to restore peace."

"Yes, but they loved their peace… Wait," the man laughed, "don't tell me you love her!" Mori gasped. "You do! Haha, how funny. Maybe one of you will survive this, as unlikely as it is, but the other one won't."

"I don't care!" Mori growled, "As long as I'm the one who dies." The man stopped pacing and looked at him, shocked.

"You would seriously sacrifice yourself for her?" He made a sword of darkness and held it at Mori's throat. "Even now?" He pressed it against the skin and pulled it to the side, causing a thin line of blood to show.

"Gladly," Mori said, gasping at the pain.

"Oh? Even the prophesied mages feel pain, as you well know. Then again, maybe you need to be taught to respect that more." A beam of dark energy shot straight through his leg. Mori unsuccessfully tried to hold in a scream of pain.

"I-"

"What?"

"I would do anything for her!" The man slapped him across the face for his response.

"Oh young love. It truly is the cause of pure stupidity." He slapped him again, only this time with a swarm of dark energy around his hand.

"I don't care!" Mori replied defiantly, "If it's stupid, I don't mind. I just don't want to see her cry."

"Oh?" The man picked up a walkie-talkie from one of his pockets. "Akane, I'm leaving the prisoner. I need two guards outside the door." A man chuckled evilly on the other end.

"You got it." The lights went out again as the man left Mori's side.

Mori started wriggling in his binds, hoping the knot was loose. He was disappointed, however, to find it was not budging. He managed to slip his hand onto his lap and raised his hand, summoning a knife made of stone. He looked around the dark room and didn't see or hear anyone. He started sawing at the thick rope.

…...Time skip….

Mori groaned as he looked at the rope, not even beginning to pull apart. It must have been specially made to withstand the elements. He looked around, hoping to see something to help him out. It was too dark. He stretched his legs, wishing he at least got a chair his size. Wait…. Mori put his legs down and tried to stand. He was successful. Why didn't I do this sooner? he asked himself. He felt like one of those commercials where the people stand helplessly on a broken escalator. He had to bend because of the chair, but was otherwise free to jump around. He did so, right into a stone wall. The chair fell to pieces and Mori slipped out of the now loose ropes. He got to work on the rope on his feet.

…Time skip….

Mori looked down at the rope he had just finished untying, when the door opened again. This time a different jumpsuit guy walked in, holding a tray of food. He dropped the tray in surprise and jumped into a fighting pose. Mori just stared.

"Come at me bro!" the man yelled, tired of waiting for an attack. Mori shrugged. He asked for it… Mori shot a wave of earth at the man, who dodged easily. The guy shot a beam of electricity at him. Mori ducked, but it bounced off the wall and he had to block it with a shield of his own element. He didn't notice that behind him the man was preparing an attack, until a shock went up and down his back. The earth mage hunched over, willing the tingly feeling it left to go away. "What, can't handle a little electricity?" The man taunted, stressing all the syllables in electricity.

"Nope." Mori spun around and shot a beam of rock at the man. This time the man blocked the attack with his own shield, letting the electricity stop the flying earth. Mori took the opportunity to lunge at him, turning behind him and pinning him down. The man struggled for a while before giving up. Mori gave him a solid hit to the head, knocking the man out. He grabbed an apple and exited.

The hallway was dimly lit, with tall ceilings and high up stain glass windows. It had a strange aura and gave Mori a bad feeling. Still, he pressed forwards. He was surprise to not see anyone, but by the look outside the windows he assumed it was nighttime. He groaned, thinking about how worried Hani would be and guiltily how worried he hoped Haruhi would be. He hoped his cousin and everyone was alright.

"You there!" another man called, pulling him from his thoughts. This one was in a suit and tie. "What are you doing out of uniform? What are you even doing here in the first place?"

"Ummm…" Mori said, unable to think of an excuse.

"Hey!" another guy called, rushing to the man's side. "You forgot…" the man's voice dropped off. "That's the prisoner!" He dropped the briefcase he had been carrying and shot a beam of fire Mori's way. The other guy just stood there in disbelief. "How'd you get out?" Mori ignored the man's question and turned to run, not up to the task of fighting the two of them. Somehow, he managed to avoid the flames and rock that came at him from behind.

"It's too bad," one of the men said loud enough for Mori to hear. "That while he's attempting to escape, his girlfriend's being held captive." Mori stopped mid-step. Haruhi? They got Haruhi? While Mori was distracted, the guy shot a rock at him that was big enough to knock him out.

….With the Host Club…..

"He, he's gone!" cried Hani for the thousandth time. Haruhi rubbed his back and gave him a hug while she fought to hold back her own tears. "It's all my fault!" Haruhi shook her head.

"No, it's mine." The host club turned to look at her. "They want me, not him." A tear escaped and slid down her cheek. "The only reason they took him is so that I'll come rescue him."

"Haruhi," Hikaru started.

"They won't get you," Kaoru finished.

"We won't let them," Renge tried to comfort her.

"But that doesn't change anything!" Haruhi cried. "They took him so that I'll save him."

"No," Nekozawa gasped. "You can't…."

"I can, and I will. I won't let them have him."

"But it's all part of their plan to kidnap my dear daughter!" Tamaki cried.

"It may be their plan for Haruhi to come to his rescue," Kyoya butted in, "and we may be letting that happen, but we won't let them take her."

"Do you have the coordinates yet, Senpai?" Haruhi asked. They turned back to her with questioning eyes. "You guys don't know, do you?" she asked the others. They shook their heads. "Kyoya has these…. things."

"They're technically called dark snakes," he informed her. He knew that this was a good distraction for her.

"Ok, Kyoya has these dark snakes. They are his element in the form of serpents, as the name implies. They have the ability to travel through shadows and find people and things. They can also collect information. All of this comes back to Kyoya for his use. I told Hani to ask him to look for Mori, and this is how," she finished her explanation, hoping they didn't notice how she choked on Mori's name.

"And now," Kyoya started, turning his computer to them. Coordinates flashed red on the screen. "We know where he is, and possibly the organisation's headquarters."

"Organisation?" the twins asked.

"STP, Stop The Prophecy. A cheesy name, if you ask me, but it's name all the same," Kyoya explained. And now it all makes sense, sorta, everyone thought to themselves.