A/N: Now many have been asking if Haruhi will ever be in this story. In all honesty I had hoped to keep this secret and surprise everyone once her chapter came, however, there are so many demands asking about her.

Yes, Haruhi will be coming into the story and her part in it is very significant, I will not reveal when she comes into the story or what her importance is but I will tell you she will be in the story.

Kyoya paced his room quietly, his phone tucked into his left jean pocket as he anxiously awaited a phone call. Ever since he had found Tamaki he had begun to realize the reality of the task he was taking on. First he had to confirm with the resistance that the war was going to continue and he would require their help in doing so. However, many had witnessed the arrest of the Haninozuka's and the Morinozuka's. Therefore, Kyoya had gained very little trust from them.

A beep sounded and he quickly grabbed his phone and answered it. Listening carefully to the rough voice at the other end of the line.

"Ohtori-kun," The voice snarled, his tone unforgiving and cruel. "You requested to rebuild the rebellion under your orders. Just what makes you think we'd listen to you?" Kyoya took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"I am carrying this order under the will of Haninozuka Mitsukuni and Morinozuka Takashi." There was silence at the other end of the line. Those agonizing seconds of silence seemed to steal Kyoya's breath and latch onto it. As the moment sat still, quiet voices whispered out of the phone. As though some barrier had broken, Kyoya became aware of his own breathing and the shuffling of movement at the other end of the line.

"Fine. But we meet at the Haninozuka household. Make sure you're alone." A click broke the connection and silence was once again restored.

Hopefully the Haninozuka mansion would not be surrounded by officials from his family, not only would it break the trust between the fighters and him but it would also alert his brothers. When he had called the resistance before a woman had answered the phone, she sounded very young, possibly only a middle school student. She had spoken of the Ohtori family with a sharp tongue and he found himself agreeing with her. If he hadn't spoken to her, he never would have been able to get a call back to confirm a place.

Now he knew what he had to do, he had just enough time to stop at the servants' quarters and inform the others of his movements. He pulled on a black jacket and shoved his phone into his jeans pocket. He reached out and pulled his door open, however, before he could leave he saw his older brother Yuuichi stood there – a fist frozen in the air as though he planned to knock on Kyoya's door before he himself had opened it.

"Yuuichi..." Kyoya said, looking at him. His brother's eyes were hidden behind his glasses as he gazed down at him. For what felt like a decade silence had flooded the room. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"What're you doing, Kyoya?" He asked almost the exact second that Kyoya had finished speaking. Kyoya blinked in surprise but remained silent. Yuuichi stepped around him and into his room. As usual it was neat and clean, aside from his desk which was cluttered with papers. He picked a piece of paper up and examined it. It was nothing more than the statistics of which guards were injured while facing the Haninozuka's and Morinozuka's. His lips creased into a fine line. "Your little friends certainly caused a lot of trouble. I hope you remember that we will not go easy on them. One wrong move and we contact the guards protecting their families." Kyoya's eyes widened as he turned his body to face his brothers back.

"That was never part of the deal!" He exclaimed, angrily. "Nothing is to happen to their families!"

"It will if they are not kept firmly in line. They cannot look to you as a friend any longer. They are prisoners of this family. This is a punishment not a luxury." Kyoya clenched his fists tightly.

"The twins' have a little sister they have been separated from, moments after the death of their mother and Tamaki was separated from his mother who has recently gotten better from her illness!" This news did not seem to sway Yuuichi at all.

"That is no concern of mine."

"If it was no concern then why did our family develop the new drug that cured Anne-Sophie and removed the director from her position so that Yuzuru could take her place?" He challenged. For the longest ever moment there was silence as his brother began to ponder his answer.

"It is simple. They then owed us. Besides," He turned to face Kyoya now. "Without us they were nothing, if we were involved it was easy for us to ruin them from the inside out." Kyoya's eyes went hard. He had hated Tamaki's father for his sneaky actions, however Kyoya had assumed his family were doing some good by coming up with the new drug but now he knew the truth. Could it be that even back then when Kyoya thought they were helping, they were really preparing their takeover of Japan? He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and walked past Yuuichi.

"Pardon me, but I have to go." Kyoya could feel his brother's suspicious glare burn holes in his back, but he did not turn. He knew Yuuichi would not trust him and wind up searching his room for anything incriminating but Kyoya was careful. His history, records and files had all been deleted and permanently removed from his laptop. He cursed inwardly. Now he would never have the time to meet the others before the meet with the resistance. They were going to have to trust him.

Hours later Kyoya stood outside of the Haninozuka mansion, tapping his foot anxiously on the floor. He knew what the resistance members usually looked like. Their clothes were torn and big for their usually thin frames. He pulled his jacket closer around him as the bitter winter air bit into him. Suddenly a large hand landed heavily on Kyoya's shoulder from behind, to his pride he was glad that he hadn't jumped in surprise – it'd do no good to show weakness. He did not turn.

"Ohtori?" A gruff voice asked from behind. He was the man Kyoya had spoken to on the phone. Kyoya nodded once in silence. The hand lifted from his shoulder and that was when Kyoya turned, taking in the man's profile.

He was an old man perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. He had a short grey beard with ash from cigarettes mixed within the hair. He did not have a kind face, his pale blue eyes cut into Kyoya as though attempting to read his thoughts. The bald patch upon the top of his head was gleaming with sweat. As for his attire, it was nothing unusual, simply dark brown and black clothing of which seemed to be part of an outfit which had been prepared and put on in the dark. He did not smell very much, which surprised Kyoya. This man seemed homeless but the truth was the clothes were there to make them blend in and the only stench was the thick scent of smoke. The man eyed Kyoya up and down for a short moment before grunting and walking around the outside of the mansion. Kyoya followed.

"What happened to Haninozuka-sama and Morinozuka-sama?" The man sneered. The hatred was clear in his voice and he was making no effort it trying to hide his disdain for Kyoya's family.

"They are safe, they are residing somewhere which I cannot tell you. Not yet, of course." The man snarled at him and muttered profanities that Kyoya chose to ignore. He had tried calling the twins, Takashi and Mitsukuni but none of them had answered their phones, he knew he'd slipped them phones only they could communicate with so this worried him greatly. He tried one last time, this time calling Tamaki. He waited in silence as the phone rang dimly before being answered by a cheery voice.

"MAMA!" Tamaki hollered foolishly into the phone. Kyoya almost dropped the phone in surprise but thankfully all that happened was him getting a ludicrous look from the man. Kyoya waved his hands to dismiss the question and put his phone back to his ear.

"Tamaki, I don't have long. Listen to me. I couldn't get to you today because Yuuichi is getting a bit suspicious. Hopefully nothing I cannot control. But I am going to the resistance, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement." Tamaki was quiet the entire time, and then his voice became low and serious.

"Be careful, Kyoya." Kyoya assured him that everything would be fine.

"I will. Is there any reason the others did not answer my calls?"

"They're working." Tamaki said flatly. "Kaoru and Hunny-Senpai are with your father. Mori-Senpai and Hikaru are with Akito." Kyoya swallowed and nodded.

"OK. Let me know if something happens." Kyoya hung up and pocketed his phone, lowering his head. What would his father want? Had Yuuichi found some clue that Kyoya had carelessly not noticed? Surely not.

"You don't look happy. What's wrong? Lost one of your servants or something? Nah, it's not like you'd give a damn." Kyoya's fists clenched. Though to others it was apparent that he deserved this kind of verbal abuse which they called truth, he did not deserve any of it. Being born into a family like his has great risks, the young men of the family were forever labelled by what their parents did. "Say something, kid." The man pressed as they walked into a field filled with dying grass and enormous weeds.

"If I did not care, this is the last thing I'd be doing. I want this to stop." The pain and emotion in his voice had been made clear. Though Kyoya had not seen it, the man's expression had softened into sympathy. Though, sympathy now seemed irrelevant. He turned away and kept his demeanour solid. Much like the secret entrance for the Ohtori group, the resistance also had a hole in the ground that only they could find.

He was led into a large room with many people, all their attire and profiles very similar to the man that had brought Kyoya here. One girl stepped over. She was thin and had on bagging brown trousers with a small black tank top that went to a little way over her belly button. A jacket was draped over her muscled shoulders. Her long blonde hair was resting on her back in a long braid. Her bright green eyes were almost lifeless in the glow of the torches that hung from the walls.

"He's in a tie." She observed and Kyoya looked down at his midnight blue tie and then back at her. "I recognise him, he's an Ohtori!" She screeched, her once lifeless eyes now blazing in rage and many other emotions Kyoya could not name. Everyone had begun to panic as they charged at him. The woman wrapped her bony had around his throat, her nails digging into to his skin. He winced and tried to throw her off but she would not budge. The man from before was gone and now Kyoya was left with almost fifty people that wanted his blood to decorate their floor.

"STOP FOOLING AROUND!" Roared the man from before. "RELEASE THAT KID!" The woman protested but let him go, Kyoya coughed once and rubbed his neck, frowning at the woman as she turned her head away. "Show some respect in our leader's presence." Everyone now ignored Kyoya completely as they turned back to face the man. He opened a curtain and their leader stepped out.

She was a young woman around twenty. Her hair was dark brown, though almost black and it reached her shoulders. She seemed to be in good shape, her brown eyes were sharp and fierce. She had long baggy trousers like the other woman but her top half was different. She wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows; a black sash was across her front, holding many things: Water, knives and a phone. Her face was a mess with mud and ash – most likely from explosions. She approached him and Kyoya's eyes went wide, he stayed still. She glared into his eyes.

"I wondered when you might have shown up. This better be good." Her voice was as hard as steel. Cruel and unforgiving. He just stared at her, her glare did not falter. Not even with the words he spoke. A deathly silence flooded the room as everyone stared.

"... Haruhi Fujioka..."

Coming up: Haruhi Fujioka is reluctant in telling Kyoya about how she got back to Japan. It's apparent that she is not fully convinced on whether or not to trust Kyoya; however her mind is changed when her friends' conditions are revealed to her.