"Kyouya. Eat."

"I'm not hungry, Haruhi"

"Kyouya sempai. Marie would-"

"Kill you if she found out-"

"That you were starving yourself"

"Would you two shut up?" Kyouya snapped at the twins.

"See, Kyou-chan? Your hunger is making you angry."

"Mitsukini. You're not helping."

"Mon ami. Please eat." Tamaki begged.

Kyouya sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He had been staring at the computer screen for at least ten hours and so far, he couldn't deduce just from the background where Marie's location was.

"Kyouya. Get dressed. That goes for all of you. We're going out to eat and if you complain," Tamaki said, pointing a finger at Kyouya and glaring slightly, "I will be sure to drug you so that you remain asleep for several days. Understand?"

Kyouya stared at him, not believing that Tamaki of all people threatened him. It seemed like something Marie would do and Kyouya couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on his lips.

"You're right. Daddy's right everyone, go change and meet back here in twenty minutes."

"Mommy…YOU FINALLY CALLED ME DADDY! OH I'M SO-AAAH!"

"Change, or I'm leaving you behind." Kyouya said, before entering his bedroom.

Oh, Marie. Where are you? Just…give me a sign as to where you are. One more sign is all I need, he thought as he put on a green button up shirt, Breaking Benjamin playing in the background.

God help me I've come undone
Out of the light of the sun
God help me I've come undone
Out of the light of the sun
I can feel you falling away
No longer the lost
No longer the same
And I can see you starting to break
I'll keep you alive
If you show me the way
Forever - and ever
the scars will remain
Give me a sign
There's something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Just give me a sign
there's something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Just give me a sign
There's something buried in the words
Give me a sign
Your tears are adding to the flood
Forever - and ever
The scars will remain

"You're going out, Kyouya?" his father asked, skepticism in his voice as he stared at his insomniac child.

"Yes. Sometimes, one finds the answers one is seeking during a break. The others and I won't be long, an hour at most."

"I see. Perhaps something will come to you as you eat. Or as you are riding though the city."

"Perhaps. Good day, father."

-I AM A PAGE BREAK. Please ignore me. Thank you!-

"What's wrong, Akito? You're losing your touch." Marie whispered, after Akito whipped her back.

"Shut UP!" the man yelled, as he continued to thrash at the girl suspended in front him.

She chuckled, somehow finding amusement at her situation.

"Oh, Akito. Did daddy threaten to disown you because my darling Kyouya was surpassing you?"

Akito raised the whip again, ready to deal the hundredth blow before a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Akito. Stop this foolish game and break her already. Little Kyouya and his group are going to be gone. You have an hour at most to complete what you set out to do."

"Y-Yuichi? What the he-"

"Now, Marie. What kind of language is that for a lady?" the eldest Ootori son sneered.

"So why are you doing this? Akito's is pride and revenge. So what's your motivation?"

Yuichi chuckled, a dark and sarcastic sound that made shivers go down Marie's exposed back.

"You see, my dear, as the first son, it is my duty to take over the family business. Akito will be a given a business of his own to run, under me. Kyouya has no place in the family. In an act of defiance, he began working hard, trying to prove father wrong. It was cute, in the beginning. Until she died."

Marie couldn't see their faces, she could merely hear their reactions.

"She….you mean….your mother?" she questioned softly, before feeling something burn into her naked back causing her to yell in agony. Both men laughed before Akito ordered Aaron to begin with whatever actions Akito had told him to do.

"I'm sorry, Marie." the Australian whispered, before plunging a hot poker into her side.

She whimpered, but refused to give in and pass out from the pain.

"I was right….wasn't I?"

"Yes. But if you knew who killed her, then you wouldn't be here."

The poker was dragged across Marie's naked back and to the front, running across her stomach before an "A" was drawn on her lower back. The searing pain was sheer agony, and she bit her lip until it bled. The burning sensation stopped, only to be replaced by needles stabbing in her back. Imagine acupuncture, except that the needles were hitting all of the wrong spots. It hurt like Hell but not as much as the knife that was suddenly plunged between her shoulder blades.

"Goodness, Akito. Wasn't that a little too much?"

Marie was shaking uncontrollably, the pain too much for her body to handle normally.

"Please stop." she whispered.

"What was that? Aaron, I think she wants something harder."

"NO!" she cried out, as a baseball bat crushed her ribs.

Over and over again, the bat came down, bruising and breaking ribs, fracturing her shoulders and arms. She lost count of how many times the aluminum bat hit her body, but the girl bowed her head, hair covering her eyes, as she tried to concentrate on other things.

"Now, now. What happened to that beautiful scream? Did Akito make you lose your voice by causing you to scream in so much passion?"

"BASTARD! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!" Marie screamed, her blue eyes narrowed at the eldest Ootori son.

"Did Kyouya ever tell you about our mother?" Akito asked, the edge of the knife pressing against Marie's skin.

"The subject never came up. It always seemed to be a sore subject for Kyouya."

"It should be. That brat is the reason our mother is dead."

Marie gasped.

Kyouya? But…he was only nine when it happened. Two years before we met. There's no way someone that age could possibly kill their own mother!

"I'm going now, Akito. Don't be long" Yuichi said, before leaving the three alone.

"Now, my dear. Where were we?"

-I AM ANOTHER PAGE BREAK. Meant to be ignored. That is all-

"Tamaki, I honestly don't want-"

"Order. Something."

Tamaki and Kyouya glared at each other from across the table, neither willing to relinquish control.

"Kyouya-sempai. Please eat something." Haruhi said, her wide chocolate colored eyes gazing at Kyouya pleadingly.

"Fine," he said after a moment's pause, " I'll have the shrimp alfredo and a glass of your best red wine."

"Very good, sir." the waitress, a pretty blond, said as she gave him a coy smile.

Subtly, Kyouya brought a hand up and rested his cheek against it flashing what appeared to be a wedding ring. Flashing a look of disappoint the maid scurried off, knowing that her last hope of romance from that table was gone: One of the blonds was doting on a rather pretty brunette, the twins were absorbed in their own world, the second blond was a child and the tallest looked far too terrifying. Tamaki looked at Kyouya curiously while his best friend smirked.

"Let's just enjoy this luncheon for a bit, hm? Listen to the music." Kyouya murmured, leaning his head back and closing is onyx eyes as a man's soothing tenor rang throughout the restaurant.

Je n'ai pas de mots,

Nothing seems to say the way you move me,

Rushing through me,

Je n'ai pas de mots,

But a promise has been made you can believe this,

From the first kiss,

It's good that I dont have to speak to know that it's real,

Je n'ai pas de mots.

"You're wine, sir."

"Thank you. May I ask where it's from?"

"Of course, sir. The grapes are grown in our own private vineyard in Paris and then fermented and turned into the sweet beverage you have the pleasure of drinking."

"In your winery?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"Mhm…thank you."

"Yes, sir"

Kyouya dismissed him with a wave of his hand as he took a sip of the very expensive wine. Everyone watched him, wary and unsure of what alcohol would do to the stressed third son of the Ootori family. Looking around uneasily, Haruhi suddenly spotted a very familiar figure.

"Tamaki, look" she whispered, tugging on the blonde's arm sleeve.

"Yuichi" he breathed, causing Kyouya to swiftly turn his head.

"What is he doing here?"

-Another Pagebreak...the authoress went overboard this time-

"What happened to your mother that made you resent Kyouya?" Marie rasped, her throat raw from her pained cries.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you the story. She committed suicide. Distraught with father's coldness towards her "baby", she swallowed pain killers and then drowned in the tub."

Marie stared wide eyed in disbelief at the man in front of her. The news itself was terribly shocking, yet Akito relayed this information to her with complete nonchalance.

"You see, dear? Kyouya is nothing more than a parasite, a plague among-"

"SHUT UP! You have no right to talk about Kyouya like that! He's not like that! He's kind and sweet, even though he hides behind a cold exterior. Just because you have no consideration for anyone else doesn't mean that Kyouya has to live that way!"

"Oh, darling, you just don't get it." he sneered in a condescending tone. "If Kyouya did not exist then mother would have never felt that father was uncaring and indifferent to him, and therefore would not have committed such a violent act against herself. So do not act as if you know what happened. Because you don't. Now. It's time for the end of this little game." he whispered, before injecting something into her arm. Before Marie could do anything, she was unchained and placed on the ground. As she felt Akito remove her bra, Marie's world went black.

(Marie POV)

I was floating. There was nothing, only utter darkness. Light did not exist, sound was gone, thoughts fleeting, and my resolve broken. As if by miracle, or fate, a sudden flash of light seemed to envelop me, warming me, showing me my memories. The first day I met Kyouya, our parting, my return to Japan, my second meeting with the handsome Ootori. My first day of school, my attack, the notes and gifts from the stalker, my first dance performance at age 3. So many memories, so many people, so many happy occasions that I could feel my heart break in two at the prospect of leaving them behind to mourn for me. But there was only so much that my body and mind could handle. I tried to keep him from committing the ultimate sin, but Akito was too strong, to resolved in his own plans to back down. At least he would kill me afterwards, or at least that's what he told me. I closed my eyes and breathed. A few moments later, when I opened them again, I was in a meadow or field of some kind, wild flowers growing all around me butterflies and birds landed on me or near me, never shying away. Perhaps this was heaven. If so, I hope I'll be able to contact Kyouya and Tamaki and everyone else and tell them of this wonderful place, so they'll know that I'm happy.

"Are you giving up, petite papillon?" asked a man's warm voice from behind me.

Turning, I stared wide eyed at the man behind me. He was tall, his hair brown and straight, taking years off of his face, yet the years of wisdom he had was shone in his green eyes, which smiled at me. Those eyes, that voice, there was no mistaking this man.

"Papa."

"That's right, my little butterfly. There's someone I would like for you to meet before you succumb to that bastard."

"Papa!" I cried in false indignation, though the both of us knew that I agreed.

Slowly, I followed the man that I had always followed, always admired, always cherished. His laugh was contagious, his eyes ever smiling. Had he always looked this young? I thought, sifting through memories of both him and pictures.

"Kaiya. I'd like for you to meet my daughter, Marie."

"Hello, Marie-chan. I'm Kaiya Ootori."

I gasped. The woman in front of me was approximately my height, her raven hair slightly curled and flowing like water down her back as her grey eyes looked at me, calculating but still smiling.

"Kaiya…Ootori? Are you Kyouya's…?"

"Mother? Yes. It so nice to see the girl who has touched my baby's heart. I'd like to formally apologize for the way my oldest two are behaving."

Kaiya's eyes saddened slightly and seemed to dim as she said that. I felt bad for her. It wasn't her fault.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine, Kaiya-san." I whispered, placing one of my hands over top of hers.

"Yes. I'm sure you will be. I'm still sorry that they are doing this though."

"Now, now. Let's not be so depressed. Come, Marie. We have much to talk about."

It seemed like hours as my father and I talked and reminisced, though I know it was only a few moments in time. I told him about Kyouya, Haruhi, and the others in the Host Club. He told me about our surroundings and how he missed my laugh.

"My little butterfly. You need to go back now"

"But, Papa!"

"You have someone waiting on the other side for you"

"Marie"

Turning, I saw Kaiya-san standing behind us, an almost sad smile on her face.

"Yes, Kaiya-san?"

"When you see Kyouya. Please tell him I'm very proud of all he has accomplished."

"Of course"

"Thank you" she whispered before floating over to me and giving my a tight embrace.

"Now go. He's waiting for you"

I turned and looked at them one last time, my father, fair haired and blue-eyed, standing next to Kyouya's mother, her features dark and strikingly beautiful, before the stereotypical light surrounded me once more.

KRRR: Finally done with this thing. Anyway…I hope you all like it so far! Please review!P.S. The songs used were "Give Me a Sign" by Breaking Benjamin and "Je N'ai Pas de Mots" by Vic Mignogna. Petite Papillon=Little Butterfly. Peace out, suckas!