**IMPORTANT: This is an update, because I realized that I made a couple of errors. Just a quick rewrite, that's all!**

Hey all! I was really glad to see such interest in the previous chapter! I worked really hard on this one, too!

I hope you all enjoy it, and I just wanted to reiterate how much I appreciate the reviews. I also got a PM from a reviewer who asked a pertinent question that I thought might apply to others as well, so here is the answer...

Kai is an OC, not an alias for an Ouran character. I know I didn't describe her very well, but try to imagine a sweet, kind person who, when jealousy strikes, becomes an evil bitch. Create her in your mind...O.o that sounded semi-awesome...in my head...

(And don't worry about the first part of your review, I actually thought it was really funny, whether or not you had directed it at me...xD)

And so, this chapter is dedicated to mtnikolle for not only the funniest review, but the nicest follow-up/clarifying PM. :)

Enjoy!

(P.S. I still don't own OHSHC)

Previously...

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.

And now...

Haruhi

Two days later, Haruhi received a flash drive in the mail. This time, it had been properly mailed, but she was still cautious about opening it. It had become common for the hosts to gather at her apartment every day after school, and today she was especially grateful for it.

Nervously, she plugged the device into her computer and hit play. The gruesome sight that greeted her was one she would never forget. Kyoya had blood streaming out of every pore of his body, and he seemed to be hooked up to some sort of electrical device. The small circle of light surrounding him was all she could see in the room.

"Tell him!" A mechanical voice boomed from somewhere in the darkness.

"N-No…" His voice was weak. Haruhi could feel the other members of the Host Club begin to tense behind her.

"TELL HIM!" The voice continued.

"H-Haruhi…I l-love…y-" An electrical surge shot through his body, and his spine arched impossibly far out. He was trying to hold in a scream, Haruhi could tell.

"I said tell him. Tell him the truth."

Kyoya was breathing unevenly as he lifted his head once more.

"Fine…I…I l-love Haruhi…" Another wave of electricity surged through his slim body, and this time he was unable to hold back the shriek of pain.

Haruhi found herself screaming along with him. His pain became her pain. Even when he stopped screaming, her voice rang through the apartment. The screen had gone dark, and she found herself wrapped in the embrace of the hosts behind her. She sobbed her pain into their arms. She sobbed for her missing love. She sobbed for their missing friend. She sobbed for the pain she had seen in his eyes, pain she felt she was the cause of.

She cried until there were no more tears to create, and she eventually settled down, gasping for breath. Until the detectives found a lead, the only thing she could do was hope and pray for him. As she began to fall asleep in the hosts' arms, she sent a silent prayer out to her mother: Please, Mom…keep him safe…let him know that I love him…bring him back to me…

Kyoya

Kyoya had thought his previous torture sessions were awful. He never considered how much worse they could become, especially when he was being recorded.

Kai had begun to record every session as she tried to get him to tell Haruhi that he no longer cared for her. If he gave in to that wish, Kai would win and he would die. If he did not allow her to have the satisfaction of winning, he knew she would keep him alive until she got what she wanted. Kyoya figured he could buy himself enough time to get rescued if he just held on to his memories of Haruhi and continued to tell her that he loved her.

He knew that it would not be easy, and he was beginning to doubt his own abilities. The beatings were getting worse, and the torture never seemed to end. When Kai would go to school, Kyoya would be chained to the wall once more, just as an extra precaution to prevent his escape. Though, with the concussion he was sure he had, added to the multiple lacerations and broken bones he was sporting, he doubted he would get far even if he was not chained to the wall.

Kyoya wondered how the others reacted to seeing his torture session. He knew she had sent it to the hosts, and he kept his mind busy thinking about how they probably reacted to the information.

He could see Haruhi bawling at the things Kyoya was being put through. Mind-Haruhi would cry and scream how much she loved him back at the computer screen. She knew how much he loved her, and this Haruhi even loved him back.

Mind-Tamaki would be screaming in horror at seeing his best friend strapped to such machines and continuously tortured. He would be looking for any way to jump through the computer screen and save Kyoya.

Mind-Hikaru would be cursing in extravagant strings, while Mind-Kaoru would be desperately holding him back.

Mind-Honey would be crying, not loudly, as he would not want to further upset Haruhi. Mind-Mori would be scouring the video for clues at any point. He would have his eyes narrowed, staring intently at every corner of the screen.

He smiled, knowing that somewhere out there, his friends were terrified for his safety and were doing everything in their power to get him back.

A familiar creak brought him back to his senses as the door opened. Junichi stepped over the threshold and cracked his knuckles.

"Hello, old friend." He sneered, closing the distance and unlocking Kyoya's chains.

Kyoya winced as his knees smacked the hard concrete floor, but he knew better than to just sit there. He immediately stood up and faced his attacker. In the time it had taken Kyoya to meet Junichi's eyes, Junichi had unraveled a long whip from behind him. Quicker than Kyoya had the time to react, Junichi had Kyoya face first on the floor.

"You know, you could end all of this if you would just say the damn words!" Junichi snarled as he cracked the whip against Kyoya's back, ripping open his shirt and exposing a bloody line of muscles.

"I'm not…going to…say something that isn't true…" Kyoya gasped through the pain.

With an angry growl, Junichi brought the whip down on Kyoya's back several more times. Blood flowed down his back in bright red rivulets.

"Seriously, kid. Just say it. Please." Junichi pleaded. He seemed to be suddenly overcome with regret for torturing the innocent man.

"I'm…I'm sorry…I-I can't…I w-wo-won't…"

"Then I'm sorry…" Junichi whispered, bringing the whip down at least twice more before Kyoya passed out from the pain and the blood loss.

As he returned to his dark world of peace and painlessness, Kyoya thought he heard Junichi say, "I really never wanted a part of this…"

Soooo...?

My roommate is beginning to like Junichi...I'm not sure where I'm going to take his character from here, but rest assured it will be very good! :)

I count myself lucky to have posted this...I had two exams today; I have one tomorrow, Thursday, and Friday as well...no promises, but at the very latest I will have the next chapter up by Saturday...the LATEST!

See y'all next time! :)

Please review!