Hey all! I know this is going to be a short chapter, but I keep writing more and more of this story...I really like it so far, and I hope you guys do too!

I think I'll be able to pump out another chapter tomorrow as well, so long as I get some feedback for this one!

Enjoy!

Previously...

"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.

And now...

Haruhi

Two days after Kyoya's disappearance, Haruhi found a package outside her apartment. It was addressed to her, but it had been hand delivered. Cautiously, she picked it up and took it inside her apartment.

Not wanting to be alone when she opened it, Haruhi called the rest of the hosts together.

"What is it, Haru-chan?" Honey asked once they were all situated in her small living room.

"This was waiting for me this afternoon…" She said, bringing the package out from behind her. "I didn't feel safe opening it by myself."

"Well…" Kaoru started.

"What are we waiting for?" Hikaru chimed in.

Haruhi nodded grimly and, while holding it an arm's length away, she cut the box open. Once she realized there were no bomb, no poison, and no deadly animals inside the box, she peered inside. Her stomach lurched as she examined the contents of the box. Kyoya's blazer was sitting harmlessly inside the box, but it was caked with blood. Too much blood. She realized. His blood…

Beside the blazer was a note. With shaking fingers, she picked it up and left the box to the others for examination.

My dear Haruhi-kun,

None of this would have happened if you had just stayed away from Kyoya. You should know that I am very protective of what is mine, and I do not like the idea of you with a man. Rest assured, he is safe for now, but if you do not publicly denounce your relationship with this…thing, he will not be safe for much longer.

Trust me, Haruhi-kun. You're much better off with someone of the opposite gender. We have so much more to offer.

We will be in touch.

The note was not signed, but it thankfully narrowed down the pool of suspects. Haruhi dropped the note and made her way to the bathroom, the other hosts looking at her worriedly. The metallic scent of the dried blood was beginning to make her woozy, and as soon as the toilet was directly in front of her, she vomited. Her body heaved for all it was worth.

She barely registered someone holding her hair back, and before she knew it, she was resting in the living room, her head propped up on Tamaki's lap as they waited for the police to show up. Her consciousness finally faded as the police knocked on the door.

Kyoya

Kyoya awoke to a dark room. His eyes hurt from involuntarily straining to see something. A sick scarping sound, like nails on a chalkboard, directed his eyes to the door…or where he thought the door was. With a flick of the switch, a dull light bulb illuminated part of the room. He saw his captor strutting towards him with a large man behind her.

"This is Junichi." Kai told him, gesturing to the male behind her. "Since I have a lot to do tonight, Junichi is going to take care of you!" A malicious grin found its way to her face, and Kyoya knew she meant nothing good. "Have a good night, you two! Oh, and Junichi, dear! Make sure I can still recognize him tomorrow."

With that, she was gone, leaving Kyoya chained to the wall and a hulking man sauntering towards him. Kyoya gulped, visibly frightened of the beast in front of him.

"Now, I like to have a bit of a challenge." The man said, his voice deep and gruff. He reached up and unlocked Kyoya's bindings, allowing him to fall to the floor heavily.

"Get up!" He commanded, kicking Kyoya in the ribs.

Kyoya sprawled over onto his back, gasping for air. His side was screaming in pain. Slowly, he began to get up, not wanting another punishment. As he stood, however, Junichi sent a fist flying into his face, and Kyoya staggered back. One after another, Junichi landed attacks on Kyoya, and Kyoya never seemed to be able to get the upper hand.

Once, he had surprised Junichi by dodging a punch and landing one of his own on Junichi's face, but the victory had not lasted long. In fact, Junichi became irate and intensified his brutality. Kyoya felt several of his ribs crack then break, and he knew that his left wrist had been completely shattered. The pain was becoming too much for him. He was laying in the corner, trying to hide from Junichi, but the hulking man walked over to him and set his foot on Kyoya's neck.

"I don't know what you did to Kai to make her call me out, but I sure as hell don't do things half-assed." He hissed as he increased the pressure on Kyoya's throat.

Kyoya gurgled in response, trying desperately to get air. He felt his world spinning, and every pain seemed to fade away.

"Junichi! I wanted you to rough him up, not kill him!" A shrill voice came from the doorway.

"Heh. You got lucky…punk." Junichi mumbled as he pulled back his leg and sent his foot careening into Kyoya's skull.

Kyoya's world exploded in a myriad of fireworks, and he knew no more.

Ouch...

That hurt to write...I hate torturing my males...I have no problem creating issues for the females in my stories (don't ask me why...I don't even know...)...but this hurt to write!

I love seeing Kyoya so vulnerable, though...Meh...I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Review if you'd like!

See y'all soon! :)