Sorry it's so late. But its exam week here so I've been going nuts with all the studying I've had to do. But please enjoy this chapter of Where For arte thou, Kyoya?

As I have said so many times before, I do not own Ouran Host Club. Bisco Hatori does and I am so greatful that she created it!

Who the DEVIL would do this to a sixteen year-old? I mean, I've done nothing wrong here. SO WHY AM I GETTING KIDNAPPED?!?!

Isn't it one of the safest places in the world? I mean, they send their three year-olds out into the world to go shopping and then film it.* These were the only thoughts to filter into my mind, as I pulled on the clothes that were tossed at me earlier, a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt; nothing spectacular about them other than they were mine, taken from my suitcase. As I shoved my legs down into the denim I felt my foot whack something in the pocket. Quickly doing up my fly I pulled out the hard piece of metal and plastic I had struck. And lo and behold, it was my cell phone. Salvation was smiling on me today, for now I could at least tell someone I was kidnapped. I hit key number 1 to speed dial the only person I had programmed into my phone, Kyoya.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, PICK UP!!! Pick up Kyoya!!

Kyoya rolled over in bed but quickly trashed to the other side. For some reason he couldn't sleep. Something was just egging him to wake up. He sat up in bed and wiped his hand down his face, clearing the sleep from his eyes. Why couldn't he sleep? He was wake until three at the latest, thinking about how things had gone with his father, and now he couldn't even force himself to sleep in when he needed it so badly. Last night his father has been drilling into Stacy as much as possible to try and get something from her. She held up well, managed to present herself like any normal North American teenager to everyone, but his father. The man was suspicious of everything and anything related to Stacy. In fact her cover may have already been blown since before Stacy came to this house. But...Kyoya couldn't stand not seeing her everyday.

When he had first met her she seemed so clueless and completely helpless. But he had quickly noticed that she seemed to know everyone and everything in the music room...including him. Someone from a foreign country, who was lost shouldn't have settled down as fast as she did...He knew from the start that something was odd about her, and now that he had gotten closer to her he could see that fate had conspired to bring the two of them together through

*ring, ring, ring* Kyoya's cell phone snapped his mind back to the present. He looked around, dazed from the flashback's abrupt end, trying to find the source of the chime. It was coming from the coffee table on the main floor of his bed room. The boy's pajama pants swished as they brushed past each other while Kyoya headed down the stairs to collect the black phone that had gone nuts with ringing. Plucking it from the table he flicked it open and brought it to his ear, curious as to why someone would call him this early in the morning.

"Hello?" Kyoya grumbled into the receiver, not caring how he sounded.

"Kyoya!" Stacy's voice called out, but it was muffled by static. "Help me!"

What? "What's going on?" Kyoya asked in a tone that was much calmer than he really was.

"I think I've been kidnapped!"

Kidnapping...only one person would try this. "Where are you headed?"

"I---shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........." Static....lots of it. Where ever she was there had to be something interfering with her phone. It had to be a tunnel. And from the amount of time the static was still buzzing, it had to be a large one. And there was only one place a tunnel that big led to in Tokyo...the airport. Kyoya hung up the phone, shadows inking his features. The shadow king took a deep breath and released it, grinding his teeth.

"Hotta! Tachibana! Aijima!" The dark lord bellowed. "Take me to the airport! NOW!"

"Forgive me master Kyoya" Tachibana said shakily, "but your father has taken the family car with him."

"I don't care! Then use the helicopter!" Kyoya tore off his sleepwear and threw on a pair of black pants a white shirt and a long black jacket. "Just take me to the airport now!"

Everything had gone dark and I could no longer hear Kyoya's voice over then phone. All that remained was the buzz of static. I was so scared. What was going to happen to me? Were they going to take me to some warehouse where I would be held captive until they chose to let go? Would they take me far away from the city where they could dump me and leave me to wander? Did they plan to tie me up and toss me into the ocean? My stomach fluctuated as my breaths came in and out. My heart was ready to push my chest open as it pounded against its cage. My eye burned as water filled them. Soon it was just too much for me to even sit up and I flopped to my side. I remained laying like that, unable to even think about what would become of me, as the car drew ever closer to its destination. I was getting lightheaded; the air I sucked in was dispelled before my body could use it. Am I going to die?

I was fully detached from reality. Time passed, but I felt none of it. I wasn't even aware that the car had stopped until the door opened and the man who had grabbed me saw me in the fetal position on the back seat of the limo.

"Get out." Was all he growled. My head turned to look at him, eyes wide in shock and terror. I was like a zombie, unable to react or think. "Come on already!" He yelled, grabbing my arm and almost yanking it out of the socket as he pulled me from the car. It was agonizing going out into the light that lied just outside the car. My eyes were scalded by the rays, prolonging my being in the dark about my predicament. With one of the men holding onto me I was forced to keep walking, despite my blindness. Thankfully I was soon able to make out my location. I was in an airport, a big one. Am I....being deported?

"Hey! Get a blindfold on her you idiot!" The man holding my arms shouted to his partner who quickly complied and I was plunged back into the sightless world.

"Did you have any trouble bringing her here?" A voice asked.

Who is he? And where have I heard that voice before?

"No. It went off without a hitch. She'll be back in the States before anyone knows she's gone."

"Good."

Wait a minute! That voice is... "Mr. Ohtori! Is that you? What's going on?! Why are you--muuu." One of the men had covered my mouth with their hand, cutting off my ability to speak. Kyoya...where are you? Please help me. I'm....I'm scared....My eyes watered up but the cloth covering them pulled any moisture away from them.

"Quickly, get her onto the plane. We need to get her out of here before anyone finds out what we're doing."

"Yes, sir!"

"Ahg!" One of the men moaned in pain.

"Kyoya! What are you doing here!?" Yoshio demanded.

"Stopping you." I was tugged off in another direction and soon felt someone undoing the knot in the blindfold. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"I'm fine." I whimpered.

"Good."

"Kyoya, go back to the house!" The company owner commanded.

"Very well." Kyoya used his index and middle finger to adjust his glasses. "But Stacy is coming with me." Kyoya's large hand held my shoulder and pulled me next to his chest. Instinctively my arms clung to his lean frame for solace and protection.

"Kyoya you are such a fool! This girl has been using you. She has no connection to anything in Canada. She doesn't even exist there! She's a fraud!"

Kyoya and I had been so zoned into what he was saying that we both failed to notice one of the goons was thirsty for more and tried to pull me away. I'm not sure how, but I managed to keep calm enough to move my foot behind his and elbowed him in the stomach while pulling my positioned foot forwards and knocked him to the ground. I pressed the heel of my foot down on his collar bone, knowing that this would make it impossible for him it sit up and try again. But I had not time to rest. Yoshio was approaching Kyoya and I had a feeling what was going to happen next.

"Kyoya. I am telling you this for you're own good. If you will not listen to me then...."

*smack* A pair of black and white glasses fell to the floor.

"I don't care who you are. But don't you dare strike Kyoya." I said as my cheek turned red from the impact. Kyoya stood behind me startled that I would take a hit met for him, from his father. More tears threatened to fall, but I didn't care. All I could see was red. My finger nails bit into my skin, ready to draw blood, as my fists clenched and tightened, turning my knuckles white. I wanted to clobber this guy just for have the intentions of hitting Kyoya, regardless of whether he made contact or not. I won't let anybody hurt Kyoya!

"It is wise for one to learn their place." Mr. Ohtori condescended.

"Learn my place? I know my place. It's you who needs to learn their place! No father in his right mind would ever strike his child. That's why my place is here...standing between you and Kyoya."

Kyoya let a small gasp get by him when he heard Stacy. She wanted to protect him at the cost of her own safety.

"So go ahead and do what ever you want to me. But I won't forgive you if you so much as lay a hand on Kyoya." I looked at the man, right in the eye to show him I meant business. Ohtori-san's eyes narrowed as he looked at me, this child from over seas.

"Was that speech part of your act?"

"I am not acting sir. I understand that you doubt my feelings for Kyoya. But I know that my feelings will always be stronger than yours."

"You know this for a fact?"

"Yes. Because I could never stand to see Kyoya in pain. Unlike you."

"That's enough." Kyoya placed his hand on my shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

The tension in my body dropped and I walked away with Kyoya, whom had taken custody of my glasses. Half of me felt guilty about speaking to Kyoya's father that way, but the other half was still enraged that he would try to hit his own child as punishment for protecting someone he loved. What goes through the mind of that type of person?

"Kyoya. The two of you are to ride back with me. Understood?"

We looked back at the older man, scorned, but without any other options. Yoshio Ohtori wasn't going to let us say 'no'.

The three of us all sat in the limo. Kyoya and I were next to the wall dividing the driver from the passengers while Mr. Ohtori sat next to the door.

"So tell me miss, if you have not intentions of deceiving my son, then why is it that there is no record of you that the general public has access to?" He still wasn't using my name, talking to me like I was a dog.

"The reason why I'm such a hard person to contact is that I prefer not to be in contact with people whom I have no benefit in knowing."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"So what is your purpose of befriending my son?"

"There was no purpose. It's something that just happened on its own."

"Kyoya. Idle friendships may seem nice, but if they have no future benefit then they are nothing but a waste of time. If you wish to be the head of the Ohtori group then you will have to let go of such trivial matters."

Trivial matters!?

"You've been acting like a child for far too long now and it is time to grow up."

Just shut up.

"But if you want to live like this for the rest of your life, then so be it. But doing so will forfeit your chances of being the heir to the Ohtori Group."

I could see Kyoya wincing in pain over this. It isn't fair to make someone choose between the two things they want.

"I suppose I was wrong to think that you would be worth placing my assets in."

"What do you know!?" I burst out. "You don't know anything about Kyoya. He is a great person and incredibly talented. But you don't know anything about him just because you have it made up in your mind that if someone isn't the first born there must be some wrong with them, that they must be inferior to their other siblings. Well let me tell you something what you've been doing to Kyoya is torment. What self-respecting father does that to his son?"

"I think he gets the message." Kyoya said, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop my ranting. After that nothing was said for the remained of the one hour drive back to Kyoya's house.

Well we're now at the end of what might have been an anticipated chapter due to its delayed release. I think that the next one, or the one after that will be the ending...I'm not sure just yet, I'll see how much work I can get done while writting it.