Hey all! I just want to thank you all so very much for the phenomenal reviews! I want you to know that they really do make my day when I get to see them. :)

In response to the few reviews I received for the previous chapter...Unfortunately, Kyoya is going to have to endure a little bit of pain...okay...a lot of pain.

But now, I've said too much! Please enjoy this chapter, while I enjoy shutting up!

Previously...

"M-Master Ootori? Are you there?" The voice from the other end sounded scared.

"Master Ootori is a bit…preoccupied…at the moment." A heavily distorted voice answered before slamming the phone into the ground and smashing it with the bat previously used on Kyoya's skull.

Oh yes…this would be fun…

And now...

Kyoya

The next thing Kyoya was aware of was the sound of dripping water. He shook his head, trying to clear the sleep from it. Wait...when had he fallen asleep? He didn't remember falling asleep…he hadn't fallen asleep. He would have remembered that, wouldn't he? As the panic set in, he realized he was tied with his arms above his head and he had a splitting headache.

The last thing he remembered was leaving Haruhi's apartment and then...then...maybe calling his driver...but...how did he get here? Where exactly was here?

He tried to look around and found a very small opening about ten feet from his head. Judging from the light filtering through it, he guessed that it was about early morning to midday. No doubt the hosts had realized he was not at school by now. What of Haruhi? Had she gone to school? Did she listen to what he had said? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal against stone.

A door in the far corner opened, and the light from the hallway was immediately blocked by a figure. The dark blob continued to saunter towards him, something shiny glinting in the scarce light in his cell.

"Who are you?" Kyoya asked hoarsely.

The figure did not respond. It dragged the shiny thing across his cheek, and he realized it was a knife. Small drops of blood rolled down his cheek. He could not see anything that was going on around him, but he was suddenly aware that something rough was caressing his cheek, licking up the blood. This person, his kidnapper, was *licking* him. Kyoya barely had time to register his surprise before the knife was plunged roughly into his right thigh. He bit back a shriek of pain, settling for a moan of agony instead. The blade was removed, and Kyoya knew he was in for it. This person was serious. He hardly felt the cloth that was wiping his bloody thigh before he entered the world of unconsciousness once more, the pain becoming too much for him.

Haruhi

School was over, and Haruhi was excitedly waiting for Kyoya to show up. She had had a very restful day and, though she was not feeling completely better, she knew her boyfriend had been right. A full day of rest was just what the doctor ordered. She heard a knock on the door and started to blush, thinking it was Kyoya. Stretching her arms above her head, she made her way to the door and was…disappointed to see the Host Club waiting there for her. All of them looked worried. What was worse, Kyoya was not among them.

"Haru-chan…is Kyoya here?" Honey asked, his face completely serious.

"No, why would he be?" Haruhi was extremely confused.

"He never showed up to school…we were hoping he was home. But his father said he never made it home last night…" Tamaki looked close to tears. His best friend was missing.

Haruhi felt as though her world was crumbling. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Every time her heart beat, a shock of pain shot through her. The world had stopped spinning. Her brain had stopped working. Kyoya was gone…missing…

"…uhi…aru…Haruhi!" The worried voices of her friends brought her back to the present.

"Haruhi, we've got our best forces looking into it. I'm sure he just…got…lost…? Yeah! He got lost on his way home from your house." Tamaki assured her halfheartedly.

"I…I…he…" Haruhi could not seem to form sentences. "He's gone…" She dropped to her knees. He couldn't be gone! He was right in front of her last night!

Mori's phone started to ring, and he answered it almost instantly. "Takashi Morinozuka."

There was a pause.

"Ah."

Another pause.

"Mm."

One excruciatingly long pause.

"Thank you. Keep searching."

He snapped his phone shut and noticed everyone's eyes boring holes into him.

"We have a lead."

Kyoya

When Kyoya became aware of his surroundings again, he could no longer see the inside of his cell. The light had disappeared from the tiny window. A full day had gone by…

Something in the far corner shifted, and Kyoya squinted to see if he could tell what it was.

"So…you're finally awake are you?" A disembodied voice observed. The voice was robotic, almost sounding as though it were coming from the opposite end of a metal tube.

"Who are you?" He croaked. "What do you want from me?"

"Who we are is none of your concern." The voice said, gripping the stab wound on his leg. "Now…as for what we want…" His leg exploded in fiery pain, and he was hardly able to suppress his moan of agony. "That's a whole other story."

"Why are you doing this?" He choked, blinded further by the increasing pressure on his injured leg.

"Let's see…you and that stupid Host Club…you all ruin lives. You delude poor girls into falling for you and dump them into unrealistic fantasies. They grow to love you. Then you pull shit like dating another host and pulling not one but two eligible men off the market." The voice continued to press his wound, and Kyoya felt it tearing open once more.

"Who are you?" He growled.

"Oh, Kyoya-senpai…I'm Haruhi-kun's number one fan." The voice began to cackle as they brought a fist across his face. One after another, Kyoya felt the impact of the punches. The hands were soft and slender, definitely feminine. With a sickening crunch, Kyoya felt both his nose and his glasses break with another impact.

"S-Stop…"

"Why should I?" The voice screamed. "You morons don't know when to stop, so why the fuck should I?"

"Who…who are you?" He began to choke on the metallic scent lingering in the air.

"Senpai…I'm hurt. You don't remember who I am?"

"Who the fuck are you?!" Kyoya shouted with renewed vigor.

"Just call me…Kai." The voice told him before Kyoya felt his head slam against the wall behind him and the world faded to black once again.

Well? What do we think? Did anyone have any ideas about who it might have been? I was going to cut it off after Mori revealed that they had a lead, but I figured I would be nice...nice-r...than I have been!

The next chapter should be out soon! Please bear with me this week, though! It's going to be a stressful week...four exams and a CA interview...

I'll post whenever I can, I promise!

Please review, and I will love you forever!

See y'all next time! :)