Can I just say how sorry I am for the mix up with the documents, it was stupid mistake and I really regret it. That you to everyone that told me about it, had it not been for you blessed souls I would not have noticed my massive mistake!

I also really wanna apologise for not updating to the people that are reading this. A short chapter yes but I really hope you like it…

A week went by, no one got any news from the main house. Shigure told all the other members of the zodiac to keep in touch if they saw anything to do with Haruhi. But no one was able to see her, it seemed that Akito had not let anyone near her all week. The hosts were in the same boat, they were confused and wanted to see Haruhi. They were also worried about her, they didn't trust the Sohma's although Kyoya informed them that she would be fine, he was also very worried about her. But none of them could worry about that, all of the hosts had been invited to a very important event with there parents. A birthday party for a very very high up. There parents hadn't told them his name but each of the hosts knew that if they messed this up then they would ruin there parents businesses and lives.

Tamaki sat in his limo with a glum expression on his face, why couldn't he stop thinking about Haruhi, he was so worried about her. He was wearing a classic green Kimono, the man whose party they were attending, apparently would be pleased with this small thing. Next to him sat his father wearing a similar Kimono and his grandmother who wore an elegant kimono herself. The car was silent the only sound the soft rumbling as it moved. In no time at all it pulled up to a large gate, walls surrounded an area much larger then the mansion Tamaki's family owned. He opened the door and all three walked out, his father holding a wrapped box delicately.

"Tamaki, don't make a fool of yourself in front of this man, if you do it will cost your future!" His grandmother warned as she brushed down her kimono.

"I won't grandmother," he said bowing his head slightly in respect. They walked through the large gate and through the many, many alleys until they reached a large building appearing to be the main one. By the door stood a smiling woman, a large scar running down the side of her face as she welcomed each family.

"Welcome," the woman said bowing her head, a stray piece of hair falling in his eyes. Tamaki was slightly aghast at the scar but said nothing and kept a straight face.

"Souh's," Tamaki's father said smiling lightly. The woman raised her head and made a motion with her hand for them to enter the building. They did as told and went quickly to greet the birthday man. They made there way through the large groups of people till they saw a brown headed man sitting in a grand thrown.

"Sohma," Tamaki muttered, recognising the man from the day Haruhi was taken from the club. As they made there way closer Tamaki felt his rage rise. The three bowed to Akito and placed the gift before him. Tamaki was angry, but he kept a straight face, he couldn't be disrespectful, no he couldn't.

"Happy birthday Sohma-Sama," Tamaki's grandmother said politely. "Thank you for inviting us here today." She said again.

The three rose there heads and as the man caught sight of Tamaki a smirk met his lips. "It was my pleasure, I would like to introduce an old member of my family to you all, she has been gone for quite some time now." Akito motioned to the figure bowed next to him to raise there head. The person was hesitant, was if doing so would be bad, but a sharp motion from Akito changed that and Tamaki was rather surprised to see a chain around both the persons ankles, that was what he had pulled then. Tamaki was shocked, although he didn't let it show, this man kept this person, a family member as he said, like some pet, a slave.

The figure slowly rose there head, there skin pale from lack of food and sleep and a soft smile in there eyes, but underneath it all could be seen a dead and hopeless look of pain. They had a head of shoulder length silver hair and there eyes radiated the same silver colour, but they were dead. The girl was sporting a large black eye around her left side, but Tamaki recognised her immediately. "Haruhi," he whispered quietly getting the attention of his family members and the grand Akito himself.

"What was that?" He asked smiling an evil and tight eyed smile. Tamaki shook his head, his eyes meeting the dead and tired ones for a mere second, his rage nearly boiling over.

"Please excuse me Sohma-Sama," Tamaki said politely bowing his head and walking away. He didn't want to see that smirk again and know that Haruhi was in pain. The bruise looked like it was new and it hurt, but he could tell that make up had been used to cover up other marks on her skin as well. He walked away, fists clenched and a dark expression finally breaking through. People cleared a path for the angered teen, the only thing pulling him out of his trans was a gentle hand on his shoulder. Tamaki turned quickly to see an angered Kyoya standing there, pulling his blonde friend to the side to talk to him properly.

"Tamaki," he said at a loss for words, or rather at not wanting to say to much for risk of doing something he would regret later. Tamaki had never seen his friend like this, the smart capable, perfect Kyoya who always had a straight face, a perfect mask, well that mask had cracked, chipped and been hit with a hammer now, but Tamaki decided to ignore it, and let his anger boil over.

"We have to get her out of here Kyoya! She looks hurt, we need to get her out of here!" Tamaki practically yelled drawing eyes of many people passing bye. He thought he heard a snicker but ignored it, wanting only to get to Haruhi. His lovely daughter was there hurt, he had to help her, he just had to.

"Tamaki, calm down." Three words and Tamaki knew that nothing he could do would accomplish what he wanted, he let his rage simmer down, a heavy feeling forming in the out of his stomach. Tamaki looked at his friend with pleading and uncertain eyes and Kyoya almost mirrored the look. There was no way they could get her out during the party, it would ruin there lives and there parents too. Kyoya knew that he if he tried to get Akito in trouble with the law, it would all be put to a teens want for attention, after all Akito was the most powerful man in Japan, and he knew it. He ran though countless simulations in his head, none working and each one becoming more drastic then the last. He also knew that when the other hosts came he would have to handle Hikaru not killing Akito and Mori and Hani too. Or they would all suffer.

Four hours later and no progress on his plan had been made, he had managed to only just calm the other hosts down and convince them not to charge Akito to save Haruhi, but only just barely. The hosts were all sitting around a table thinking about what they could to help her. It was then that it happened, a loud screech erupted through the room drawing all of there attention to the front of the room where Akito sat. The screech had come from none other then Haruhi, the girl being held up by her hair in front of everyone. Every one watched as Akito stood on his chair, almost throne like in a way, the girl hanging a least a foot of the ground on his grasp.

"First off, welcome to all who have come to wish me a happy birthday, I appreciate it." With all eyes on him, Akito was happy and showed it quite well, holding up the thin and tiny girl, her feet still attached to the chains. Kyoya knew that the host club wasn't the only ones from Ouran there as well, he could here a few gasps as people recognised the once string girl now hanging by her hair. But Akito started talking again, and Kyoya couldn't help but listen. "This person here, as some of you may know, is Haruhi Sohma, or Fujioka as she used to go by." More gasps as more people realised the truth. Akito smirked, "this… Thing… Has hidden from me for two years now, hidden from my family law and left me all on my own, she has broken family rule and this is the reason for it's chains. So please don't ask yourself while a child is being chained up for this is merely a monster that I have captured after it continually ran away." The way Akito was holding her up, it was like Haruhi was just some stage animal, not even human and all the hosts, as well as several other audience members were fuming. Then he dropped her, he dropped her with a sickening crack that made all of the crowd cringe and a few attempt to go and help, but were held back by there family members. This was too much.

"Haruhi," Tamaki mumbled in his seat, head dropped having stopped watching a while ago.

"Haru-chan," came next from Honi as he clutched his bunny and Mori held him, to stop him from attacking the man that was practically a king from where he stood, with his power.

"Please Akito-sama," a begging whisper could be heard from the crumbled body on the floor, the pile of this twig like limbs and dirty clothes. "Please let me go," there it was again, the begging whisper, the helpless whisper that seemed to come from a helpless pile of skin.

"You want to be let go," Akito hissed, forgetting the company. "This is your punishment for defying me, you monster!" He screeched, the grown man screeched before kicking out a leg, fully prepared to make contact with a helpless girls thin side when he was stopped by someone, a hand on his leg to stop the force and Haruhi's eyes lighting up completely. Maybe she could be free, maybe someone had come to help her after all.

So, who do you think saved her, was it one of the hosts and if so who, and no I don't love torturing Haruhi, also, sorry if Akito is OOC in this chapter.

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