Kyoya Ootori was writing in his black notebook when Umehito entered with Kaoru and Haruhi.

"I have brought them as you've requested, Master Kyoya," Umehito said, bowing slightly with Haruhi still in his arms.

Kyoya glanced up slowly from his work at his oak desk, and nodded, "Yes. Thank you; hand the girl to Kaoru. I need to speak with them alone." Umehito handed Haruhi to Kaoru, then bowed again before leaving; shutting the heavy dark oak doors behind him.

Kaoru held on gently to Haruhi as his solid, gold eyes met with Kyoya's charcol black. "You can't expect Haruhi to be able to perform tonight… Master Kyoya." He stated; shifting his weight to better support Haruhi.

Kyoya's eyebrows knitted in slight annoyance at Kaoru's words. He was aware of her pain; for it was obvious she could not stand. But for Kyoya Ootori, for ALL the Ootoris, business was business; it wasn't for pleasure. It was for money.

The 17-year-old sex slave master adjusted his glasses position on his nose, looking down at his notebook, "Yes, well, I'm afraid it just can't be helped, Kaoru; Haruhi is a strong girl. She'll survive."

Kaoru's eyes sharpened, and he was about to reply but was cut off by Kyoya. "Anyway, there's a reason I called you both here; your patrons tonight are importants ones…" he drifted off; his smouldering gaze slowly meeting Kaoru's molten gaze.

"It's very important, that you don't fuck up." Kyoya licked his lips, sitting back in his leather-upholstered chair, "I promise the punishment would be a lot worse than just doing your job correctly." He gave a sadistic smile, and said, "Is that understood?"

Haruhi kept silent, looking at the floor; but Kaoru had trouble biting back his anger, "Yes… we understand." Kyoya raised an eyebrow, and stood; reaching across his desk and swiftly smacked Kaoru across his left cheek.

Haruhi's eyes widened at the scene just a foot above her, and Kaoru just bit his lip to the point of bleeding as Kyoya inquired, "Yes… what, Kaoru Hitachiin?"

Kaoru licked his lip and swallowed; tasting the metallic of his blood, and ground out, "Yes, Master Kyoya."

Kyoya gave a self-satisfied smirk as he sat back down; his elbows resting on the desk, and his fingers interlaced, "Good boy. Now, for the names of your patrons…"

Kyoya quickly opened one of his four fairly large desk drawers, and pulled out his black appointment book; slamming it down and furiously flipping through the pages until he came to the one he was looking for.

"Ah," he said; his finger pointing at the patron's name, "Here we are. For you, Kaoru; your important patron this evening is Master Tamaki Suoh." Kaoru's eyebrows raised in surprise; Tamaki Suoh was a renowned sex slave owner; the Suoh family was the Ootori family's biggest rival in the sex slave business.

"But, I don't understand," Kaoru started, "Why would he bother with me?" Kyoya looked up from his book, and gave a simple shrug, "It deters me too, Kaoru; that's why I'm telling you: don't fuck up. It'll be the last thing you ever do."

Kaoru frowned, but held his tongue and nodded. He glanced down at Haruhi as she spoke up, "What about me, Master Kyoya? Who am I to entertain this evening?"

Kyoya looked back down at the list, "Master Yasuchika Haninozuka… the younger brother of another notorious sex slave lord, Mitsukuni Haninozuka." Haruhi's eyes widened, "But! Isn't Master Mitsukuni himself just 18?"

Kyoya smirked at that, looking straight into Haruhi's confused dark brown orbs, "Yes, and I assume you are pertaining to the youth of Yasuchika when you say that; for he is indeed just 14."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "There's… there's gotta be something illegal about that!" Kaoru rolled his eyes as Kyoya gave a bitter chuckle, "Honey… everything about our business is fucking illegal. Get used to it."

Kaoru and Haruhi shared disgusted glances as Kyoya looked back down at his appointment book and with a flick of his wrist, said, "You're dismissed."

Kaoru left Kyoya's chambers, shutting his heavy oak doors using his back. "Fuck," he breathed, walking away with Haruhi, "those damn things are heavy."

Haruhi gave a small smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Aren't I getting heavy yet?" He looked ahead, chuckling, "Nah; let's find Umehito."

Umehito was, in fact, back at the dungeon; cleaning out their cells. As Kaoru walked up, he saw that his bedding was being replaced.

"Umehito? Are you done with Haruhi's cell yet?" he asked; his arms starting to tire of holding the girl.

Umehito stood, his bangs falling into his eyes, "Oh, yes, Kaoru-chan; I cleaned hers first. You may lay her down."

Kaoru then swiftly entered her cell, and gently lowered her onto her bed. Haruhi let out a breath of relief and admitted, "I thought you were gonna drop me…" Kaoru gave a smile and said, "Now, why would I do that?" Then, without waiting for her reply, he left her cell and crossed into his own; to speak with Umehito.

"So," Umehito said, putting fresh sheets on Kaoru's bed as Kaoru himself sat down in the single chair, "Who are these oh so important patrons Master Kyoya was fretting about?"

Kaoru sat back in his poorly padded chair, crossing his right leg over his left, "Masters Tamaki Suoh & Yasuchika Haninozuka." Umehito paused in his work, turning his head in what seemed like bewilderment to Kaoru, "What? Master Tamaki? He's a great rival of Master Kyoya!"

Kaoru nodded his head knowingly, "Yes, I know. He's my patron apparently. I've never even met him before." Umehito gasped and said, "You've never met Master Tamaki? Oh, Kaoru-chan, I tell you! He's a beautiful sight!" Kaoru smirked, listening, "I always knew you were gay." With that, the eccentric caretaker changed the subject.

"Uh, so, Master Yasuchika must be Haruhi-chan's patron then… correct?" By this point, Umehito had changed the sheets completely and changed places with Kaoru.

As Kaoru laid back on his bed, he answered, "Yes. He is for her; but I don't understand why Kyoya would allow someone so young to be a patron. He's only 14, you know." Umehito gave a bemused chuckle, "Hm, yes. I forget how young you are in this business; understand, Kaoru-chan, that anything goes. It may be wrong, but so is everything to do with it. Master Yasuchika's age is of no issue to anyone. Even if it was; you ought to know by now that it's about the money."

Kaoru scowled, turning on his side towards the wall; obviously done talking. Umehito simply stood, chuckling lightly, "I'll see you darlings later. It's nearing suppertime." Then he took his leave; and Kaoru thought to himself, "Where did all the time go?"

Haruhi was awoken what must have been several hours later by a screaming match between two other female sex slaves who were being drug out by a few of Kyoya's thugs.

She tilted her head, watching them being taken out, and she sighed, rubbing her eyes. "What a joke," she murmured, managing to sit up in her bed.

She threaded her slender fingers through her short brown hair; which, within the last six months had grown nearly down to the top of her shoulders, and looked to her right towards Kaoru's cell.

Kaoru looked back at Haruhi; as he had been disturbed from his fitful slumber by the screaming inmates as well.

"What time do you think it is, Haruhi?" The strawberry blonde asked; standing and walking over to his toliet to piss.

Haruhi shrugged her shoulders, looking out her small, barred window, and said, "By the looks of the sun, it's probably about 5:30 pm, 6:00 pm."

Kaoru zipped up his jeans and washed his hands at his small sink, "Hm. Umehito should be-" but Kaoru never got the chance to finish his sentence, because just then Umehito entered the dungeon carrying two bowls of salad for their quick dinner.

"Eat up, my darlings! It's about time to start work!" Umehito said, clapping his hands together.

Kaoru rolled his eyes, sitting with his legs crossed on his bed as he ate, "You seem more excited than us, Umehito." The said man chuckled darkly, and said, "Just trying to lighten the mood, Kaoru-chan; I heard there was a bit of a commotion earlier."

Haruhi nodded, sitting in her bed with her back against the wall as she ate, "Oh, yeah… I don't know why, but two of the older slaves were dragged out… two females; kicking and screaming."

Umehito took his usual seat in the chair that resided in Kaoru's cell, "Oh really? Two of the older?" He looked to be in deep thought, "Well in that case it was probably Atsuko & Hiyumi." Kaoru nodded; remembering that the middle-aged woman Atsuko had dusty brown hair, "Yeah, it was them. Annoying twats if you ask me." Umehito laughed lightly at that, "Yes, well I think they're being sold."

Haruhi frowned, placing her empty bowl on the cement floor below her, "Being sold? Is Kyoya tired of them?" Umehito shrugged his cloak-covered shoulders, "From what I heard, they just weren't bringing in enough business; Master Kyoya has no tolerance for stragglers."

Neither Kaoru or Haruhi responded to this; so Umehito took that as his cue and stood, picking up Kaoru's empty bowl as he did, "Are you two ready to meet your patrons?" Haruhi and Kaoru shared looks across the small hall the seperated their cells, and said, in unison, "As ready as ever."

A/N: Ah, I bet you were wanting to see how it went down with Masters Tamaki and Yumichika…. BUT! Unfortunately, that will have to wait until chapter three. haha but I hope you all enjoyed this one; to some extent. Anyway, review please! ~Aly~