A/N: I'm really sorry about the long wait, I've been really busy lately with auditions and concerts and stuff, but soon I'll be less busy and able to update more. This chapter was written completely on airplanes, thanks to my new netbook. I love it so much. If you're thinking about getting an IPad, please don't. Get a netbook. IPads look retarded and can't do nearly as much as a netbook can.
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Haruhi awoke in an unfamiliar room, dizzy with a splitting headache. She sat up slowly, trying to remember what had happened the night before. For some reason, she had a nagging suspicion that someone had kidnapped her. The last memory she had was of six people coming out of the abandoned music room. She knew it was probably a bad idea to go looking for trouble, but her curiosity was overwhelming, so she got up and stumbled through the open doorway at the far end of the room that her captors conveniently forgot to lock.
"This is NOT acceptable!" Kyouya said, slamming his fist down on a table. "If we don't find out where the Yakuza members are taking these students, the Chairman will cut all of our funding!"
"Don't worry, Kyouya!" Tamaki cried cheerily. "I'm sure the students are perfectly fine, and will come home when they want to!" Kyouya's mental face palm was almost audible.
"What makes you believe that these are Yakuza guys?" Kaoru asked, still cleaning up after the days' hosting activities.
"Well, think about it." Hikaru said. He sat with his arms lazily sprawled over the back of a chair. "Normal people just don't go around kidnapping rich kids right out of their schools."
"That's right!" Honey interjected. "Kyou-chan, did you get the statement from the third year's teacher?"
"I have it right here," Kyouya said, flipping open a black folder. "Suzuki-sensei wrote that he saw the students leave the classroom throughout the lesson in approximately ten minute intervals, then never returned. Five students in all disappeared during the period, two boys and three girls. At the same time, a man with an eye patch and a black van was spotted on campus, but no one could give an accurate description of who he was or why he was there. Coincidentally, they are all cousins, and one of the girls is heir to the family's strategic weaponry corporation. Oh, and all of the girls are regular visitors to the host club."
"If they went after just that one family, then why did they try to take that Fujioka boy?" Kaoru asked, sitting down at the table. "He's a scholarship student, isn't he? A commoner. What do they want with him?"
Kyouya thought for a moment. "I have no idea."
The room Haruhi had been asleep in was connected to a much brighter, larger room. Voices could be heard quite clearly from the other side of the room thanks to the spaces' acoustics— it must have been some sort of music room. The voices she heard were discussing details of the kidnappings around Ouran Academy. Haruhi vaguely wondered why she had been kidnapped by people who were talking about why "that Fujioka boy" would be taken when they were the ones who abducted her.
"So what's the plan, Kyou-chan?" a small blond boy asked. Haruhi recognized his voice as the one who warned her not to remove her blindfold just a few hours― or was it days?— ago.
"We have two options," a black-haired megane said. "We could wait around until another student is abducted and hope for more clues, as unlikely as that will happen, or we could set a trap."
Haruhi was about to slip back into the small room to take in everything she had heard when a mysteriously energetic laugh filled the large room.
"OOH OHOHOHOH! OOH OHOHOHOH!" A girl with a huge pink bow atop her head appeared in the center of the room, standing on a large, rotating platform that seemed to come up right out of the ground. Haruhi could only stare at her, completely dumbstruck. The girl was brimming with confidence and energy as she addressed the boys on the opposite side of the room. Haruhi slipped through the doorway of the smaller room and poked her head out of the side of the frame to watch.
"Ohohohoh, I just LOVE your brilliant schemes, Kyouya! Let's hear it!" The girl leapt gracefully from her platform and sat in a chair, her chin cupped in her hands and her legs swinging back and forth. A blackboard suddenly appeared just a few feet in front of her, and a long pointer materialized in Kyouya's hand.
"Actually, the plan for the trap was Tamaki's idea, for the most part," he said, glancing at the pointer questioningly.
"Allow me to elaborate," the taller blond (Tamaki, Haruhi presumed) snatched the pointer out of a non-protestant Kyouya's grasp elegantly and stepped up to the board. "It's fairly simple, something to draw out the kidnappers." He pointed at some sort of circular diagram. "We will be holding a highly publicized festival in two weeks time here on the Ouran grounds." He traced the picture with the pointer, as if it were important to his speech. "We really don't know what these guys are after, so we are using the few clues we have to set up this event. The families of the missing students have already agreed to sponsoring the event, and we will make it well known that their companies' leaders will be in attendance." Tamaki moved the pointer to a sketch of a Pikachu. "At exactly midnight, we will knock out all the power, giving the kidnappers ample time to go for the bait." The pointer was now aimed at a poorly drawn rendering of a messy haired boy in glasses. "Then we seal all the exits before they can escape. It's that simple."
The girl in the chair had a purely confused look on her face. Her head was cocked to the side, and she was apparently trying to make sense of the plan and all the scribbles on the board.
"But Tamaki," the orange haired twins asked in unison, "this plan relies almost completely on chance. What makes you think that it'll work?"
"Yeah, Tama-chan," said the small boy, who was now clutching a stuffed bunny. "What if the bad guys don't take the bait?"
"We know that the kidnappers will show themselves," Kyouya said, stepping in front of the blackboard, "because they have already shown interest in the 'bait' we have chosen." His eyes shifted meaningfully toward Haruhi, who was still hiding in the doorway. Six other pairs followed.
"Welcome, Mr. Honor Student," said Tamaki grandly, "to the Ouran Host Club!"
Haruhi lost all feeling in her legs.
A/N: Sorry about the ramblings from me, but I just wanted to say that I'm incredibly proud of this chapter, because I had no idea what I was doing when I was writing it. Sometimes my mind just goes on autopilot when I'm writing or playing music. It's really weird. This chapter almost literally wrote and edited itself.
I blame my netbook. Best invention ever. Well, second best, if you count the Snuggie.