Author's Note: Hey again, everyone! Sorry that I'm later than usual updating. I had a mini writer's block, and I was sort of distracted with watching Hetalia. (Hehehe.) But that's over (for now), so my updates should be on time again. I still own the same stuff as in chapter 1. Also, thank you to those who reviewed!

To silentmidnightdeath: I couldn't resist putting him in a dress! It's too adorable not to. But you'll most likely be saying "Poor Seiko!" again after I post chapter 6. xD

To C.O. Rossette: Thanks for the compliment! I actually worried if Kyoya was too jerky in this fanfic or not, but I'm glad you like it! He does get nicer eventually, but not much. I mean this is Kyoya we're talking about after all. Personally, I like the evil side of Kyoya much better. More interesting. xD

Onward with the story!

Peach answered the door, pausing to fix her hair, as the melodious doorbell was rung. She welcomed her guests, Mario and Luigi, and ushered them into the tea room.

"Hey, Peach, thanks for inviting us." Luigi said as he courteously pulled out Peach's chair for her.

"Yeah, thanks. We need to talk to you about something." Seating himself beside his brother, Mario spoke seriously.

Peach pouted childishly as she placed tea cups and snacks in front of them. They always wanted to talk about something serious when they came over. They never came over just for fun. "Aw, can't it wait until we have our tea? You never come visit me unless you want something!"

Both brothers shook their heads vigorously. "This is extremely important, Peach. It's about Bow—"

Eyes shining, Peach slammed the teapot down onto the table. It didn't crack, but was effective in expressing her anger. "I don't want to hear about it! We can talk after we drink tea and have some fun!"

Mario and Luigi reluctantly agreed, knowing better than to challenge Peach in her current state. They quickly downed their tea in one swig.

"There," Mario said.

"We're done with tea. Now let's talk." Luigi demanded impatiently.

Peach flipped her hair, winking. "Don't you have anything to say about me?"

"Yeah," Mario began, raising Peach's hopes, "your hair looks like crap today."

Peach leapt from the table, sending it crashing to the ground. "You're both so...so...ugh!" she cried, not even bothering to wipe the tears that were marring her face. "Jerks!" she screeched, "I never want to see you again!"

She stormed out of her own palace, slamming the pink crowned door behind her. She fled to the garden in the front of her palace, hiding herself in a small ball under a tree. "How dare they!" she sobbed into her hands.

"Who has upset you, Princess?" a voice inquired by Peach's side.

Peach replied to the stranger without looking up. She didn't particularly care who it was; she was more than plenty happy to have someone to vent to. "Those jerks Mario and Luigi are so mean to me!"

Peach felt fingers grasp her chin gently, lifting it up from her hands. Her eyes enlarged as she recognized who she had ranted to. She slapped his hand away, scurrying backward. "Bowser!" Why did it have to be Bowser, her enemy, of all people?

Bowser rose from his position on one knee. "Come, Peach, and I will treat you far better than those brothers you call 'friends.'" he held a gloved hand out to her.

Standing, Peach said, "I'd rather stay here with those jerks than go with you!"

Bowser's outstretched hand returned to his side. His lips pulled back in a smirk to reveal grinning, pointy teeth. "Is that so?"

As Peach turned to exit the garden, Bowser was there blocking the gate in two long strides. He hoisted her into his arms bridal style as easily as one would pick up a pillow.

"Hey, put me down," Peach screamed, "Mario! Luigi!" she called, knowing very well that they would not come for her.

Bowser shoved his hand over Peach's mouth and took off running to his castle. She closed her eyes in despair. Now Peach wished she had stayed and listened to her friends. Too late now; she was in the arms of Bowser and had told her only friends that she never wanted to see them again. How was it possible for so much to go so wrong in so little time?

"Hey, did you hear that?" Mario asked his brother as they cleaned up the mess Peach had made in her anger.

"Yeah. It sounded like screaming." they hurried outside to see what was happening.

Peach was being carried off by Bowser.

"Pea—" Luigi began to shout, but Mario clamped his hand over his brother's mouth.

"Shut up," he whispered, "or Bowser will notice us. Let's follow him, and we can get Peach back when he stops."

They trailed behind Bowser, close enough that he was in their sights, but far enough so they wouldn't be easily spotted. Or so they thought until Bowser turned around to smirk at them, sending an army of Goombas at them.

Mario and Luigi grabbed Fire Flowers from their pockets."

"Sorry, Peach,"

"But we may be a little late."

Peach awoke to a pounding headache. How had she fallen asleep in the first place? She wouldn't put anything past Bowser, though. She looked around. Judging by the bloody, moldy brick walls, she was definitely in Bowser's castle.

She tried to stand, but her movements were restrained by chains. She had been left alone in the dungeon; lovely. So much for treating her better than Mario and Luigi. At least they didn't lock her in disgusting dungeons. Was that a rat that just scuttled across the floor?

"Ah, I see you are awake now." Bowser appeared before her cell, hands clasped behind his back, smile dripping with false hospitality.

Peach was about to make a rude retort when a plan came to her. It was crazy, yes, but it just might work. "Not very pleasant surroundings to awake to."

Bowser snickered. "I apologize about that, but I could not have you attempting to escape." Bowser twirled a ring of keys on his forefinger. "I'll let you out if you promise to be a good girl."

"Why would I try to escape? There isn't anyone for me to return to." Peach said emotionally, following her plan as intended.

Bowser unlocked her cell door. "Such a sad tale. The princess's throne has fallen and she is all alone. And she turns to the villain for comfort." Bowser released her from her shackles with surprising gentleness, rubbing her red wrists to ease the pain.

He helped her to her feet. "Come, there is something I would like you to see."

They wandered through his castle leisurely. Bowser gave her a small tour, and the rest of it was not as...unfit to inhabit life as Peach as thought. It was actually a quite nice castle. Nice, but creepy. They climbed another set of stairs, ending up at the top of the castle on the roof.

"Look upon this kingdom. It shall all be yours. Whatever you wish, I shall grant it." Bowser smiled sincerely at her. "All you must do is be my princess."

Peach looked over the roof. It was the only way out of the castle; there was no way she was getting past Bowser to the stairs. Looks like she'd have to jump...

Peach sat on the edge of the roof, pretending like she was moving to get a better view. Bowser moved a few paces closer to stand beside her.

"It's beautiful," Peach said slowly, "when your plan works out perfectly." she jumped off of the ledge. To what she was jumping down to, she did not know.

"We have to hurry!" Luigi urged his brother on when he stopped to catch his breath. Fighting off the Goombas had taken longer than they anticipated. There were so many of them.

Mario wrapped an arm around Luigi for support and they ran all the way to Bowser's castle like that, using one to help the other move forward.

They had finally made it to Bowser's castle. Now the trouble was locating Peach.

"Where do you think—"

Mario hushed his brother and mouthed, "Listen."

"It's beautiful," That was Peach!

"when your plan works out perfectly."

Mario looked up to where heard Peach's voice. They saw her jump off the roof and moved underneath her, arms outstretched, to catch her.

"It's okay, Peach." Mario soothed the trembling princess on his shoulders.

"We've got you." Luigi added.

Peach opened her eyes. "Mario? Luigi?" she had not expected them to be here for her after all of the horrible things she'd done today.

They each grabbed one of her hands in theirs. "We've got you. And we're not letting go."

All of the girls jumped up from their chairs as soon as the play ended, clapping and wiping tears from their eyes. Seiko didn't think the play was that sad; why were they crying? He would never understand girls. Or people for that matter.

Kyoya came down from his place on the roof, and they all took a bow. (Well, everyone except for Seiko, who the twins refused to put down.)

"Thank you, everyone. We hope you enjoyed our performance. A magazine with photographs from the play will go on sale beginning tomorrow." Kyoya said once the audience had calmed down enough for him to be heard.

"Kyoya-senpai," Yuna walked up to Kyoya. "Seiko looked so cute in his Peach costume! You should dress him in a dog suit next time."

Seiko did not like the mischievous smirk that crossed Kyoya's face, almost too quickly to be seen. "I may be able to arrange that." he replied before he walked off to inspect the pictures the photographers had taken.

"Would you please put me down?" Seiko snatched his hands from the twins' after realizing they had never released him.

"But we promised to never let go!" they complained innocently.

"You guys, quit bugging Seiko. You already tortured him enough with that dress." Haruhi rolled her eyes at the twins who quickly lost interest in Seiko as soon as she walked over.

"I am going to change. I'll be back to assist in tidying up." Seiko removed the tiara and wig as he headed inside to the club room.

"Hello, Tamaki-senpai." Seiko greeted upon noticing that he was not the only one in the club room. Tamaki had changed out of his Wario costume.

"Aw, my wittle son looks so cute in that dress!" Seiko sidestepped out of Tamaki's path before he could pick up Seiko again.

"N'oubliez pas, je suis un garçon." Seiko chided lightly.

Tamaki burst into clearly fake tears. "No need to be so formal with Daddy!"

"I was only attempting to be polite." Seiko explained. I was only trying to further separate myself from you. I was only trying to remind myself that I am nothing.

"Seiko," Tamaki's sudden serious demeanor did not go unnoticed by Seiko. "Why are you always so distant from everyone else?"

Because I have to be. Because I have to protect myself. Because I forget that I do not deserve happiness. "I do not know what you are talking about. I do not distance myself from people." Seiko insisted stubbornly, and they both knew it was a lie.

Tamaki smiled sadly at Seiko, patting him on his head. "You may think that we don't notice how reserved and withdrawn you are, but we do. We may not show it, but we notice these things, Seiko."

Unable to form a proper response to Tamaki's statement, Seiko fled to the nearest changing room and locked the door with an audible click behind him. He slid down against the door, lowering his head to his hands.

"Seiko, just what are you hiding behind behind all those locked doors?" Tamaki whispered, more to himself Seiko assumed.

Nonetheless, Seiko responded. All of the broken pieces of myself.

Seiko had been dreading today for the entire week. Saturday, the day Kyoya had scheduled for them to film their project. Seiko sighed, forcing himself to roll out of bed. He wanted nothing more than to sleep; the Host Club had done cosplays and other extravagant events nearly every day this week, and it had tired Seiko out more than he was willing to admit.

Seiko changed into the costume Kyoya had the twins design for him. He was supposed to be a peasant accused of committing some crime, and he was going to be tortured due to his lack of cooperation. The costume basically looked like a bunch of rags thrown together. His shirt was beige with holes all over it, his pants the same except a darker brown color. The twins had dusted both with flour, saying he would make a cute baker. They had also thrown flour and some dirt in Seiko's face.

"Why are you dressed like that, Seiko-chan?" Ringo asked as Seiko was heading downstairs to his waiting limo. Kyoya had insisted on Seiko using a large stick as a cane to make him seem more peasant-like.

Seiko ruffled Ringo's hair affectionately. "I have a project for school. Would you like it if I told you about my project when I return?" If I return, Seiko corrected himself.

Seiko chuckled as Ringo began to run circles around him, chanting "yeah, yeah!" He bid her goodbye, but he doubted she heard, and headed to Ouran to meet Kyoya. And his doom.

When he entered the club room, Seiko had to blink to make sure he was seeing correctly. Seiko had not expected...this when Kyoya said authentic.

The floor was concrete, cracked, chipped, and splattered with blood (that Seiko hoped was fake, but knowing Kyoya...). Mice and rats scuttled about, nibbling on molded crumbs of bread and mutton. The walls were bare, save for splattered blood and dangling chains and shackles. Windows boarded up with rotting wood, the room was quite dark. The "dungeon" was sparsely lit by few candles, whose light threw ominous shadows across the walls and floor.

There was a table set up with various torture instruments, and in the background screams and cries could be heard from a stereo. Seiko did not want to know where Kyoya had gotten that CD. Or any of the stuff in here, for that matter. The air was dank and hung heavily across the room, making its presence conspicuously known and causing Seiko to perspire lightly. It was a putrid blanket of human blood, sweat, and misery, so thick Seiko nearly gagged. He knew he would not be able to tolerate a substantial amount of time in this room due to his illness.

Considering if it was too late to leave before Kyoya appeared, Seiko's question was answered by the creaking of the large music room doors. His fate was sealed.

"The set turned out nicely, wouldn't you agree?" Kyoya greeted pleasantly, ironic considering the circumstances, shutting the door firmly behind him. He unpacked an expensive, fancy looking video camera from a bag, and, of course, his laptop.

Kyoya was wearing an outfit similar to his Bowser cosplay costume: a black body length robe with a hood, currently down. There were no rips in his clothes or horns on his head this time though.

"Tamaki-senpai did not mind?" Seiko laid the makeup the twins had given him—fake blood, cosmetics to make him appear bruised and cut—on an empty table.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. Seiko resisted the urge to chuckle when they did not reflect the light and glare. "Tamaki doesn't know, and I would prefer to keep it that way."

Even with his thin, ragged clothes, Seiko felt flushed with warmth. He struggled to breath in the humid air, and hid a cough in his sleeve, but it did not go unnoticed by Kyoya, ever watchful.

"Are you alright?" Kyoya did not look at him as he spoke; he was setting up his laptop and camera.

He only cares that you're well enough to work on the project. Only cares about hid grade. Only cares about himself, as all people do. Seiko wiped his shimmering face on his shirt. "I am fine. Please, let us make haste and complete this project, however."

There was a minuscule smirk on Kyoya's face as he led Seiko to the shackled walls, placing the camera in front of it. Had Seiko been in better health, he would have complained as Kyoya shackled him to the wall; but instead he spoke not a word and relished in the cool brush of Kyoya's fingertips on his feverish skin.

Kyoya stepped back to fiddle with the video camera. "As there was not adequate time to create and memorize a script, we will have to improvise."

Seiko nodded as best he could with his body lolling limply in the chains. Kyoya turned on the recording and lifted his hood, covering his face only slightly.

Kyoya, hands clasped behind his back, walked in from the side as if he were just entering the dungeon. "Ah," he sighed quietly, voice deeper than his normal tone, "Wondered I when they'd bring me along another."

Kyoya stood on Seiko's left side, scrutinizing him. He gripped Seiko's chin tightly, even nails digging into the skin, and wrenched his head to face him. Seiko winced, more out of theatrics than actual pain. Kyoya rubbed Seiko's cheek, causing Seiko to stubbornly turn his head the other way, body temperature even warmer than before.

"Brought me a pretty one they did." Kyoya mussed Seiko's hair. "Thou art so pure. What hath thou done to be bestowed upon me in Hell?"

Seiko matched Kyoya's quiet tone, but his was lined with trembling fear whereas Kyoya's was smooth with delight. "I hath committed no wrong. An angel misjudged and cast from my home am I."

Kyoya slapped Seiko across the face. It appeared more forceful than it actually was. "You lie! An angel you are? Then an angel stained with sins! A demon in the skin of an angel, you lie."

Seiko bled from his mouth. The blood was not fake. "See you or not in Hell, then shall we know."

Kyoya chuckled, dramatically retrieving a knife from the table slowly. "Oh, but look around you, 'angel,'" Kyoya smiled, tracing a pattern on the blade of the knife with his finger, "you are already in Hell. Your escort shall I be, your guide. Show you through the seas of sorrow, rivers of regret, mountains of misery, terrains of tears, abysses of agony I will."

Seiko smirked, flinging his head and coughing blood on Kyoya's cheek. (Kyoya believed all of the blood was fake.) "Unafraid is this angel among these demons."

Kyoya licked his lips, allowed the blood to remain. "So you say now, but the tour of terror has not yet begun!"

"My terror hath begun the moment looked I upon your hideous face." Seiko retorted. He intended to be a very uncooperative prisoner.

Kyoya whispered in his ear, his cool breath making Seiko shiver. "Bite your tongue would I were you, angel. Thou hast forgotten: rests your soul in my palm. And awaiting is my palm to close, slowly suffocate thou, and forever with me will thou dwell in suffrage."

"Upon wings will I fly to my freedom." As Kyoya's head was still beside his, Seiko jerked and slammed his head into Kyoya's (not hard enough to hurt either of them).

Kyoya backed away, glaring poisonously. "Clipped can wings be. Broken can stubborn mules be."

"That which is broken cannot be broken more."

"See we shall." Kyoya said and raised the knife that he was holding. "After blood is spilled and uttered are screams from your beautiful mouth, see we shall."

Author's Note: Well hello again! I usually don't put notes at the bottom, but I just wanted to say two things. 1) If you guys have any ideas that you want to see incorporated into the story, then leave them in a review and I'll try my best to add them in! 2) If any of you were wondering what Seiko said to Tamaki in French, then it meant: Don't forget, I am a boy. As always, don't forget to review, and see you next chapter!