Sooooo sorry about not updating for a month, what can I say, life's been hectic. Anyways, to make up for that long, long, long, long wait I wrote the last four chapters all at once and I am posting them all at once to make up for not updating periodically. Please enjoy the last few chapters of my story, thanks.

'Stupid sun, I'm still tired, go away!' I pulled the covers over my head and buried my face in my pillow in an attempt to block out the sun.

'Ugg, I'm so tired.' It was three a.m. by the time Kyoya and I went to bed last night and on top of that, Kyoya and I had danced a lot so I was totally exhausted.

After waking up from the sun, I managed to sleep for another hour before I found that I just couldn't sleep anymore. I groggily sat up in bed and looked at the clock; 11:42 a.m. 'I've never slept this late before,' I thought as I quietly climbed out of be so that I wouldn't wake Kyoya.

I went into the closet and pulled out a dark purple (almost black) long sleeve shirt and a pleated denim skirt that stopped just above my knees. I pulled on some knee-high black socks and some black loafers before leaving the closet and brushing my hair.

After I set down my hair brush and grabbed my purse, I started to head out the door. "Where are you going?" Kyoya called sleepily from the bed.

"I'm going to get souvenirs for my siblings, wanna come?"

"No thanks. I'm going to stay here," Kyoya answered as he laid back down.

"Okay, see you later," I replied as I left our room.

I wandered down the halls until I found Kyoya's driver, I told him that I wanted to go shopping and he led me to the car. As I started to get into the car, Mrs. Kazahara came out and said, "I heard you're going shopping. Do you mind if I come? We can have a lady's day out."

I looked hesitantly at Mrs. Kazahara. She was a little to energetic and a little to talkative for my taste but she just had had her youngest daughter get married so she was probably a little lonely. So I smiled brightly at her before saying, "okay, come on in."

"Thank you," Mrs. Kazahara gushed. "We're going to have so much fun together!"

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Mrs. Kazahara gave the driver directions to her favorite tourist trap saying that I'd be able to have some fun and find everything I wanted.

When I stepped out of the limo I looked around in amazement. Street venders were everywhere selling nick-nacks, clothes, food and everything in between, throngs of people were navigating the crowded streets, and beyond all this was the mountain line.

I was so excited that my arms tingled as I said, "this place is so neat!"

Mrs. Kazahara smiled at me with amusement and said, "I'm glad you think so. Why don't we grab a treat and then start browsing the booths for souvenirs."

"Okay," I answered as I followed Mrs. Kazahara into the crowd.

After we had gotten some soda, we walked up the street and within an hour I had found something for everybody.

For Hiroki I had gotten him a katana, a plastic toy katana, heaven forbid that Hiroki ever lays his hands on a real katana. I got a traditional Japanese fan for Sakura and a small bag of candy for both Sakura and Hiroki to share. I got bath salts for my mom, a shot glass for my dad, and metal hair pins with blue oriental flowers on them for Kairi.

As I carried my bags down the street, I looked over at my companion and said, "I didn't expect to find everything so fast, What should we do now?"

Mrs. Kazahara paused for a second, looking thoughtful she said, "hmm... Whenever I came here with my daughters we would always have lunch along the bank of that creek over there. Would you like to do that?"

"Sounds great!" I replied with a smile.

After maneuvering through the crowds we reached the bank of the creek. "You stay here and I'll go get some lunch. There's a great noodle both near by that my daughters and I always went to."

"Alright, I'll wait for you here," I said as I sat down on the grass.

Once Mrs. Kazahara had left, I took off my shoes and slipped off my socks before plunging my feet into the icy cold water. Although the water was bitingly cold, it still felt good for my hot sore feet.

As I sat there with my feet in the water I heard somebody behind me and I looked up to see Nadare standing behind me. I smiled warmly at him before saying, "hi, Nadare. What brings you here?"

"I was dragged to this tourist trap by some friends. What about you?" Nadare said with a smirk as he sat down next to me.

"I'm here to get souvenirs for my family," I answered while gesturing to my bags.

Nadare smirked at me and gave me a sideways glance, " get anything for yourself?"

"Nah, this is all I need," I said rubbing my engagement ring.

"I see," he said with a sly smile. We were quiet for a minute and then Nadare reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle, "here."

"What is it?" I asked as I took the bottle from him.

"It's a present to congratulate you on being engaged, it's a bottle of perfume. Go ahead, smell it."

I brought the bottle to my nose and removed the top. Inhaling, I smelled a sweet rosy aroma.

"How does it smell?" Nadare asked.

"It smells... Nice," I answered as I brought my hand to my forehead and set down the perfume.

"Madoka, are you okay?"

"I feel... dizzy," I answered weakly, trying to fight off the darkness that was beginning to engulf me.

"Perfect," Nadare said evilly. I looked at Nadare's face to see an twisted look on his face before my vision faded to black.

Nadare looked evilly at the unconscious girl with an evil smile on his lips. 'This was too easy.' He bent over Madoka's still figure and scooped her up into his arms and carried her to a black car with an older man waiting inside.

After placing the girl in the back, Nadare slipped into the passenger seat. "How'd it go?" The older man asked gruffly.

"Fine. You should trust me a little more, Doton," Nadare said while casually placing his hands behind his head. "She's so trusting that I had no problems. Her innocence almost makes me feel sorry for her... Almost." Doton just grunted in answer before pulling away.

As they drove off, Mrs. Kazahara came back with a take-out box in each hand. "I've got the food, Madoka! Let's eat..." Mrs. Kazahra trailed off as she stared at the empty river bank; the only things insight were were the shoes and stockings Madoka had been wearing and her shopping bags.

Instantly panic arose in Mrs. Kazahara as she pulled out her phone and called Madoka only to hear it ringing in one of the shopping bags. "This is bad!" Mrs. KJazahara mumbled as she ran to the limo and called her husband.

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My head felt groggy as I slowly regained consciousness. My head hurt and felt extremely heavy, my ears buzzed, and my eyes hurt. I tried to rub my eyes but my arms didn't budge, instead they were pinned against something cold and hard. In panic, my eyes flew open as I tugged at whatever was constraining my arms.

I stopped struggling and looked around; I was in what looked like to be some sort of abandoned building. The room was big, dimly lit by sparse lighting and completely empty besides for the metal chair I was tied to.

I looked down and saw that my feet were tied to the legs of the chair. Then I looked over my shoulder, my wrists were tied together behind my back. Finally, I looked at my chest, there were ropes tightly wrapped around my center and the chair.

'If I can get my hands free then maybe I can get out of this.' I pulled and tugged on the ropes but they didn't let up. I kept trying, getting more and more desperate, ignoring the pain in my wrists as the ropes sliced them open, making them bleed.

"I see you're finally awake." I looked up suddenly to see Nadare walking out of the shadows, making his way over to me with an older man following him.

"Where am I? What's going on?" I asked looking desperately into Nadare's face.

Nadare just smiled his evil smile and toyed with a piece of my hair before saying, "I'm afraid I can't tell you where you are but you are to serve as, let me say, motivation for the Ohtori's. You see, the Ohtori police force has some of our finest men locked up in jail. So, in order for the Ohtori's to get you back safely, they have to set our men free and pay us a little compensation."

I stared at him, trying to take in what he had just said. Then, quietly I asked, "what happens to me if they don't cooperate?"

An evil grin plastered itself onto Nadare's face as he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "if that happens you'll be my toy until I get bored of you. We'll have lots of fun together." I stared at Nadare in horror as he drawled, "Doton, why don't you roughen her up a bit before we give her fiancee a call."

The older man, Doton, walked up to me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I saw him pull his arm back. 'Help me, Kyoya!' I thought as his fist made contact.

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I tapped my fingers impatiently against the smooth oak desk in the Kazahara's home office. One hour ago Mrs. Kazahara had called her husband, frantically telling him that Madoka had been kidnapped.

At first I didn't think much of it, I thought that either Madoka had wandered off or that Mrs. Kazahara had looked in the wrong spot, but my opinion changed quickly when Mr. Kazahara told me that she had found Madoka's shoes, socks, and bags on the river bank but not Madoka.

Immediately, my father and I dispatched the best group of our police force to look for Madoka. Then my dad pulled me aside and told me he had reason to believe that a leading mob group, Death Trap, as they were fondly known by the law, had kidnapped her and are holding her for ransom.

"Be prepared for anything," he had told me with the smallest hint of worry in his eyes. The only reason I could detect this is because my eyes looked the same.

Tachibanna, my secret service agent, walked into the room. "Any news?" I asked a little stiffly. Tachibanna shook his head and I sighed while rubbing my temples.

'One of our best teams has been looking for Madoka for over an hour and nothing? Who exactly are these people? We'll have to be careful to not underestimate these guys, they obviously know what they are doing.'

I opened my mouth to give Tachibanna an order when my phone started vibrating. I picked it up and looked at the caller I.D.; it was unknown. "Hello?" I said in a cold voice.

"Hey Kyoya, remember me? I'm the guy who was flirting with you fiancee at the party last night," was the slinking reply.

"So you're the f***ing bastard who kidnapped Madoka," I said slowly and dangerously. "What do you want for her?"

The man chuckled before saying evilly, "straight to the point as always, eh?... In return for your fiancee we want you to return all our men you're holding with a two thousand dollar compensation fee for every man you release, that's all."

I was quiet for a second as I jotted down on a note pad every word of our conversation, then I said, "what if I refuse to comply to your demands?"

The man gave a short laugh before saying, "don't worry, we'll get what we want... You have twenty-four hours to make your decision, I'll contact you then. Oh, and, by the way, here's a little something so that you don't get cold feet."

The man hung up and within seconds I received a text containing a picture. It was a picture of Madoka tied to a chair with blood dripping down her lips. She was covered in black and blue bruises and her bare feet only made her look even more pathetic.

A man who's face I couldn't see was pulling her hair, forcing her to look up, allowing me to see her dirty face, her dusty tears, and her teeth gritted against the pain.

I turned my phone off and in an angry voice said, "track that phone call. We have twenty-four hours to find Madoka."

I want to thank everyone who has followed, favorited, or reviewed my story since my last update, I'm sorry to have kept you guys waiting for so long so please go on and enjoy the next three chapters.