AN/I really don't know how this story is supposed to go... I've got a bit of writers block, so I hope you all don't mind that it'll be ending shortly :(
Kyouya was used to waking up with his daughter in his arms, but... This morning was different. It was almost every night that she would come and curl up in his arms between him and her mother. It was very rare of her not to do so, but Kyouya shrugged it off, thinking that it was just another one of those "once in a blue moon" episodes.
He lay in bed looking up at the ceiling with his wife curled up on his side. He had gotten to the point that he couldn't stand laying around and doing nothing, so he thought that he'd get up and get dressed and take Vanity for a walk and to the park.
He got up and stretched, donned some clothes and brushed his hair and teeth. He then walked down the hallway and into Vanity's room... To see that she wasn't there. "The hell?" He muttered to himself as he turned out of the room and walked downstairs. She wasn't in the living room. Or the kitchen. Or the basement, bathroom, or pantry. He started to panic and ran back upstairs. He checked in her room again, the guest room, the bathroom, office, and his and Clare's room. By now, Clare was up and was too having a panic attack. By the time they had finished searching, Kyouya had looked in every crack, corner, and crevice of the house; even the ones that he didn't even know were there... But no Vanity!
He looked over to the backdoor to see the lock broken. He opened the door and walked outside, inspecting everything. There were footprints that were far too large to be Vanity's and scratch marks on the door around the lock and the doorknob. He called to Clare in the kitchen. "Clare... Call the police."