well i finALLY UPDATED! Its kinda short but i hope you like it ^J^

"What do you mean by that?" Kyoya questioned.

"It's simple! We'll go rescue him." Tamaki answered.

"Yay!" Honey cheered, jumping up and running around.

"But it's dangerous!" Haruhi protested.

"Honey and Mori can take that guy any time." The twins reasoned, in unison. Mori nodded, folding his arms over his chest.

Kyoya groaned. It was decided, then. They would go rescue Marley themselves.

-oooo-

The six boys and one girl stood in front of the slimy-looking apartment building, too apprehensive to go in.

"This is worse than Haruhi's apartment." Tamaki muttered. Unfortunately for him, Haruhi heard and shot him a look.

"Are we going in or not?" Kyoya asked. This spurred everyone into motion, and they took some sort of military formation, Honey and Mori in the front, and Tamaki and Kyoya bringing up the rear. They entered the apartment building and climbed the steps to the basement, counting the doors as they walked along the corridor. When they reached number 152, which was supposed to be his, everyone hesitated yet again. Honey bravely knocked on the door.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then, it swung open, stopping short because of the chain lock. A man's face poked out, Mr. Wakahisa, and upon seeing Honey and Mori, slammed the door shut.

"He won't let us in." Mori intoned.

Honey nodded. "Stand back." The rest of the hosts moved out of the way as Honey ran at the door with a loud, "Hiya!" sound and kicked it open.

Mr. Wakahisa was evidently surprised. That was told from the shattering of a plate that they heard as the door banged open. He seemed to get over it quickly though, as he shouted, "Hey! Get out of here!"

"Sir, this an illegal establishment you are running here!" Tamaki said, obviously a little afraid.

"Yeah? And whatcha gonna do about it?" He advanced towards them menacingly. "No-one'll believe the word of a coupl'a kids!"

"We have more of an influence than you might think." Kyoya stated, ever the picture of calm. "You might want to think twice before crossing the Ootoris, the Suohs, the Hitachiins, the Haninozukas and the Morinozukas."

Mr. Wakahisa eyed them suspiciously. "Liars," he spit out. "I think you're full of shit."

"It doesn't matter what you think." Mori spoke up.

"Get out of my house!" He yelled. "Before I make you!"

"You're going make us?" Honey queried. With that innocent face, Mr. Wakahisa didn't take him seriously. However, the other hosts knew what Honey could do.

"Yeah I am, you little punk!" Mr. Wakahisa put one hand on Honey's shoulder, but with one punch he flew across the room.

There was silence for a moment.

"He's not dead, right?" Haruhi asked cautiously. After seeing Honey throw Mori across the club room she never doubted his abilities.

"Nope! Just knocked out. He may have a concussion too..." Honey trailed off. "We should go find Marley."

Everyone else nodded. Leading the way, Honey walked down a hallway and found the room with the dogs in it. They entered.

The smell was repugnant, feces and cheap dog food. Cages lined the walls, dogs of all sizes and colours stuffed inside. Mutts, all of them. With every footstep, the dogs grew more restless, whining and barking. They sensed immediately that the seven hosts were not like Mr. Wakahisa. Spying Marley, Honey ran up to his cage.

"Marley!" Honey petted him through the bars. "How are we going to get him out?"

The twins stepped forward. "We can do that." Fishing a hairpin from his pocket, Kaoru stepped up to the lock and inserted it into the keyhole of the padlock. With some twisting and jiggling, it fell open and Hikaru opened the door. "Ta-da!"

"I should have known you two knew how to pick locks." Haruhi muttered. They grinned devilishly.

Marley jumped out of the cage and slobbered all over Honey's face, whining in joy. "Marley!"

"Er, what should we do about the rest of the dogs?" Tamaki asked. As if to answer his question, stomping footsteps reached the hosts' ears. A pair of policemen stumbled into the room.

"What are you kids doing here?" One of them asked. The other slipped his gun back into his holster with a sigh.

"I'll call animal services." He said. The hosts looked at each other. Were they off the hook?