"Hello?" The man held his cell phone to his ear and leaned back into the plushy leather seat.

"The boy has been shot today, sir." The caller grumbled. "Don't worry, it wasn't a fatal wound."

"Good, we can't have him dead now, you got it? Otherwise the plan would be ruined."

"Yes sir."

"When is back-up coming?" The man asked and stood up to look out the window. He was young with a lanky build with a mop of dirty blond hair on his head. "Soon, I suspect."

"Last I checked, they were due to arrive tomorrow or later tonight." The caller said with a gruff voice. "Is everything ready over there?"

A smirk came onto the man's face. He turned around and walked up to the desk. The nameplate shone in the afternoon light. Yoshio Ootori. Two mugs stood on the desk, one of piping hot coffee and the other - tea. The man slid his hand into his suit's pocket and brought out a small vial. He flicked the cap open and poured the powdered contents into the coffee. "Everything is ready here." He said into the phone and watched as the powder melted into the drink.

There came a click from the door. The man stuffed the empty vial into his pocket and hurried to one of the two seats on the other end of the table. He sat down, "You better make sure it works, otherwise you won't get the money, got it?" Without another word, he snapped his phone shut and tucked it away.

The heavy oak doors opened and Yoshio walked in. The man stood up with a welcoming smile, "Ah, Ootori-san. How are you doing?"

"Enough talking, what did you call me here for?"

"Come now, Ootori-san," The man chuckled, "Shall we talk over a drink?" He gestured towards the two mugs. "I know you like your coffee strong."

He grinned and sipped his tea.

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On the other side of town, the parents of the host club members were having lunch together. They had chosen an easy, outdoor bistro. The atmosphere was relaxing and light, everybody was chatting away.

Except for a certain man. Ranka didn't look like he was enjoying the get-together. He sat on the metal chair, stiffly, his face holding an obviously forced smile.

"Eh, Suoh-sama…" Ranka started, and than coughed.

Yuzuru looked up, "What's the matter, Ranka-san? Are you not enjoying yourself?"

Haruhi's father laughed a little, "Oh no, it's not that. But I have to head back to work soon – what was the reason that you've called us all here today?"

For a moment, a blank look came across Yuzuru's face before he stood up abruptly, tapping his teaspoon to his wineglass. "Attention, everybody, attention!"

Everybody fell silent and looked up at him, "As you all should know – our dearest children are currently stranded in an island that we have created."

"Oh yes, I remember. It was such fun, designing that island." The Hitachin's mother smiled.

"I have gotten news that the crate of supplies has been successfully launched and has recently landed on the shores of their little island." Yuzuru continued, beaming. "Now they can enjoy learning how to survive in all the luxuries and comforts of home!"

Ranka felt his jaw drop while as the other parents cheered. "B-But doesn't that…that isn't the whole point of surviving!" He muttered underneath his breath.

"Is there something wrong, Ranka-san?" Yuzuru inquired, a look of worry on his aged features.

Ranka was quick to reply. He shook his head and got up, "Th-That's wonderful news, Suoh-sama. I'm afraid that I do have to leave now, my lunch break is nearly over. Thank you for lunch, I will see you soon."

"Alright, Ranka-san. We shall bid you farewell."

"R-Right. Bye."

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"Haruhi! What are you doing?"

The loud noises made the girl open her eyes, "Hunh? What?" She yawned and winced when a dull pain shot through her back. Looking up, Haruhi saw the twins and Tamaki in the hut.

"Why is Kyoya on your lap?"

"Oh, because he said he wanted to sleep on my lap." Haruhi explained groggily. "Something about a sore neck."

"Mother! How dare you use our daughter in such a…a…. horrifying manner!" Tamaki asked, loudly. He came and pulled Haruhi up onto her feet, causing Kyoya to hit his head on the floor.

"Eh – Tono – that may not be a good idea…" Kaoru said, timidly.

Hikaru was twitching, "Why that wretched dog…"

"Tamaki." Kyoya's voice was eerily calm.

"You disappoint me, Mother!" The King Host went on. "To think that you, of all people, would harass her in such a way!"

"Tono…" Kaoru mumbled.

"Be quiet, Kaoru. Tamaki-senpai is right!" Hikaru hissed.

"Tamaki shut up and leave me alone." Kyoya snapped, groaning. "You're not the one who is injured!"

"That's not true, I was injured too!" He stuck out his band-aided finger. "Did you not see this?"

"It was a splinter."

"Oh the pain!"

Haruhi sighed, "Everybody, please, get out of here."

Kaoru was already shoving a fuming Hikaru out the door. "Right, right, Haruhi. We're terribly sorry. We just wanted to tell you that lunch is almost ready!"

"Let go of me, Kaoru!"

"Tamaki, let's go!"

"B-But…" Tamaki pouted, but Haruhi was glaring at him so he sighed and followed after him in a sulky manner.

"Thank you, Haruhi."

"You shouldn't use your injury as an excuse!" Haruhi snapped, turning her glare at Kyoya. "It's wrong and makes me feel disgusted."

Kyoya glared at her, "There wasn't any other way to get Tamaki to leave me alone." He sat up, wincing a little and reached to grab the canteen. He opened the cap and drained it of its contents.

Haruhi didn't say anything; she rubbed her lower back and sighed. "You seem to be okay," She commented, "I'm going to go get some lunch. Want me to get you some?"

Kyoya nodded and Haruhi turned to crawl out of the door.

Everybody greeted her cheerfully as Hani came and gave her a bowl of stew. "We made it ourselves, Haru-chan!" He grinned.

Haruhi stared into the bowl, a certain look of horror on her face. The concoction was yellow-brown with pink swirls in it. It looked lumpy and smelled terrible. "Wh…What did you put in this?"

Hani thought for a while, "Bananas, coffee and candy! We put the stuff we liked into one big bowl. It should be good, right?" He offered her a spoon. "Try it!"

All eyes were on her as Haruhi took the spoon with a nervous smile. She scooped up a lump of heavens knows what and ate it. Haruhi nearly gagged, the taste was indescribable.

"Well?" That was Hikaru, "How is it?"

Haruhi gulped and forced a smile – they seemed so proud of their poisonou – uh creation. "It's good…"

Hani and Tamaki cheered. Everybody picked up their bowls and started to eat happily. Haruhi watched, a disgusted look on her face. Did they not find it bad? Pushing her bowl aside, she got up. "I'm going to get Kyoya-senpai's lunch."

"Oh here, we saved him some." Hani offered another full bowl of the treacherous stew.

Haruhi laughed and shook her head nervously. "Oh no, I'm afraid that Kyoya will not be able to digest that well. His body is still very weak. I'll go get him something else." Backing away, she turned and hurried towards the supply boxes. Rummaging through them, she found pre-cooked rice in a container and a pack of rice seasoning. I'm sure Kyoya wouldn't like this but it's better than…the stew. Nodding, she grabbed some utensils and crawled into their hut.

There, she found Kyoya propped up against the walls of the hut. He was inspecting his arm. "Kyoya-senpai."

At the sound of her voice, Kyoya looked up. "Oh, Haruhi. I assume that you've brought me something good – since we have the crates and all."

She smiled nervously, "Well, not your definition of good." She sat down across from him and revealed to him his lunch. "It was all I could find for you."

Kyoya scowled, "That's barely sufficient."

"Unless coffee, candy and banana stew is better – I'd gladly get you a bowl."

He blinked, "And who, in the right mind, would combine those ingredients into a dish?"

"Tamaki and Hani, apparently." Haruhi answered with a sigh. "They thought that throwing together the stuff they liked into one pot would make something good."

"Typical." Kyoya was staring at her, and she felt increasingly uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

"Is something wrong, senpai?" She asked, forcing herself to return his gaze confidently.

He looked away, and Haruhi found that very odd. "I'm waiting."

At that, Haruhi scowled, "Kyoya, you are perfectly capable of feeding yourself." But nevertheless, she ripped open the package of seasoning and poured the contents onto the rice. Mixing it, she spooned out some and held it to his lips. "I can't believe you're such a baby."

Honestly speaking, that comment stung, but Kyoya said nothing. He ate the rice dutifully, and fought hard to not gag at the cardboard taste of the seasoning and cold rice. He, himself, did not understand why he was so intent on making Haruhi feed him. It wasn't like he was not capable, and Kyoya was always the independent type. To put it lamely, he just liked it. He liked watching her frown and struggled to mix the dry seasoning into the cold, sticky rice. He liked how her caramel-colored eyes showed clear annoyance at him. He liked how she had the mutual habit of biting her lower lip in frustration. Kyoya shook his head mentally, what the hell was wrong with him? Had there been poison in that cursed arrow? But poison didn't mess with people's minds like that.

Swallowing, he snorted. It wasn't like the man who shot him was a cupid angel.

Which reminded him…

Kyoya swallowed the last bite of rice, "There's somebody else on this island with us." He said and watched as Haruhi froze. She looked up at him, wide eyes shocked.

"How do you know?"

"When you left me to get the others, he came to visit me." Kyoya explained, reaching to adjust his glasses. "I can't say it was pleasant. He was a foreigner, had an accent, I'm not sure what."

"I'm assuming he was the one who shot the arrow." Haruhi frowned, "Why would he be here? He can't be stranded too, can he?"

"That's unlikely." Kyoya replied, "He's smoking, I smelled it. And he looked pretty well off." He ate another bite of the rice.

"This is bad." She mumbled, furrowing her brows with worry. "Everything about this is off. First, somebody, obviously, stole the satellite phone. And than there's the huge plantation of banana plants – it looked like an orchard! The crate – that's a big giveaway, and now your arrow and that man." She sighed and spooned more rice for him. Kyoya ate it obediently. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say there's something fishy going on. Do you think our parents planned it?"

"Are you saying that our parents planned for some smelly excuse-of-a-man to shoot us down with arrows?" Kyoya asked, "It's highly unlikely they would like it."

"What do you think is happening than? Don't you find it odd that Tamaki's father gave us that boat and shoved us into this trip?" Haruhi snapped. They stared at each other for a while, before she sighed. "Sorry."

"I don't know what's going on," Kyoya said after a while, "But we should do something about that man."

"We have to tell the others." Haruhi started to get up. "I'll go first."

On normal occasions, Kyoya would of shrugged but today, his treacherous body had to react. He reached out to grab her arm. Haruhi yelped a little in surprised and gazed at him in shock. He let go and struggled to keep his composure. "You're not done feeding me yet."

The silence that followed after felt like an eternity to him. Kyoya purposely avoided eye contact with her, but when Haruhi started to giggle, he turned to stare at her. "I don't find it so funny." He said, coldly.

"I'm sorry, but you're acting so weird." Haruhi told him. "It's hardly like you at all. Funny, I almost had the impression that you didn't want me to leave."

"Hahaha," Kyoya said, drily. "The only reason why I don't want you to leave now was because you are not finished feeding me yet."

Haruhi nodded and continued to feed him in silence. She sighed a little, feeling a little dejected. So, he only wanted her stay so he could use her. Not because he liked her company? She shook her head, this was Kyoya they were talking about. What were the chances of that?

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I have finally completed a chapter! Admittedly, I don't think that was a good place to end it but I've hit a rock. I need some time to figure out what I want to happen now. I have a vague idea of what will happen, but I haven't quite thought about how I'm going to make everything work while keeping realistic AND maintaining character.

I'm so sorry it took me two – three months to finish this! Please yell and shout at me so I won't be so lazy next time. D:

E.M. Megs: Hm…Maybe Yoshio isn't as bad now huh? Heheheh…

PurpleFluffBunny7813: I hope I explained the island thing in this chapter. If I didn't, I'll tell you. The parents have used their money to BUILD an island of their own in the middle of nowhere! Because their filthy rich like that. Ugh.

Lizzy-Chan-InuYasha-Fan: Cannibals, you say? How did you get that idea, haha!

Flamingbunnies: (I like your name by the way, haha!) Thank you for your review.

Hypnoticflames: Thank you. I'm glad you liked the suspense, haha.

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