I shuffled tiredly into the limo and waved to my sister as we drove off. After we had pulled away from the mansion, I forced myself not to fall asleep in my seat. Man, I was so tired today! I carefully went back over my uniform, making sure that everything was buttoned or zipped properly. I was surprised to find my half of the Snickers bar in my jacket pocket. That's right! I didn't eat it when I gave Tamaki his.

I rolled my eyes and focused on not dozing off. Eventually, we arrived at school. From then on, morning classes and lunch were a blur. But I was mildly upset when one of my pens snapped during my afternoon literature class. I sighed and raised my hand calmly.

"Yes, ?" Sensei asked.

"My pen broke. May I go wash my hands?" I requested.

"Of course. Come back quickly." I nodded in response and exited the classroom with a cool composure. Then I was in the hallway. Next? Next I cursed my recklessness for breaking my pen and ran all the way to the bathroom.

I ran cold water over my hands first before even applying soap. I know sensei said to be quick, but I was frustrated. So I took my time washing the ink off. Besides, I didn't want to touch anything and accidentally smear pen ink all over it!

Not unnoticed by me, the bathroom door opened, and two figures entered. I nodded at them in the mirror. But they just stood there for a moment. Suddenly, they hooked their arms under mine and started dragging me out of the restroom. At first, I assumed it was the twins, with their unnatural feats of strength. But the smell was wrong. No roses here. Just...trash and sardines...

I weakly started struggling, and my tired body wasn't helping any. I couldn't even see who I was fighting anyway, plus they were much stronger than I. So I did the only thing I could think of: I screamed. But I didn't just scream for anything, oh no, I screamed for the one person who would come running out of their classroom if anyone yelled their name-or even anyone else's name. The one person who cared about me and was willing to sacrifice anything for me.

"TAMAKI! HELP!" And my captors realized what was going on. One quickly clamped him hand over my mouth, and let me tell you, I was VERY tempted to bite it. But I knew that Tamaki had probably heard me. So I felt fine not being able to scream anymore. Besides, if Tamaki didn't hear me, then no one else was coming to get me. But I did continue to struggle.

"Stop," the man on my left ordered. I just kept fighting against their hold.

"We said stop," the other man hissed. But I didn't stop. I could possibly be fighting for my life here! I was being kidnapped!

"He's not gonna stop. Just forget it. He's weak anyway," the first man mumbled. I attempted a growl and fought even more. Finally, the man on my right pulled out something shiny and popped open the trunk of a car nearby. My eyes widened. Dang. There really was no escape, was there?

"KYOYA! WHERE ARE YOU?!" A voice suddenly screamed. I was thrust forwards toward the trunk, and I quickly used the opportunity.

"TAMAKI!" And the trunk door closed. I heard running, and the car started.

"NO! KYOYA!" He was screaming, and I could hear him streaking towards the car.

"TAMAKI!" I yelled as loud as I could and pounded on the trunk. Just then, the car took off, and Ouran was probably left in our dust.

A/N: OH NO! KYOYA! *looks at angry fangirls* Heheh... He's going to be okay... Mostly... *fangirls attack* *screams and runs*