A/N: New chapter for you all, my pumpkins~ I've been ill :c and couldn't bring myself to do anything, even writing, so enjoy this update!

Tamaki Suou (08:54) – Haruhi, where are you?! :(

Tamaki Suou (08:59) – Daddy is worried about you!

Tamaki Suou (09:06) – IS KYOYA WITH YOU?!

Tamaki Suou (09:11) – KYOYA, BE NICE TO MY LITTLE GIRL, MOMMY MUST PROTECT HER

Tamaki Suou (09:18) – :( :( :(

"Boss, she isn't going to answer you," Hikaru groaned and snatched the phone away from the boy. Tamaki flapped about in vain trying to retrieve the device from the redheaded devil.

"I bet Kyoya's keeping her busy," Kaoru wagged his eyebrows at his friends, waiting for his insinuation to be processed by the twins' favourite victim.

"Yeah, reaaaaal busy…" Hikaru drawled out, winking at Kaoru.

Tamaki pulled himself together and forgot about his abducted phone for the time being. "What are you pair on about? Mommy will bring her back."

"It probably wasn't even Haruhi's idea to run off," both twins stroked their chins, appearing as if in deep thought. "She lives in this area, so she can't be lost."

"But… but what if she's been kidnapped?!" Tamaki sobbed, whirling round on Honey and Mori and staring up at the with puppy dog eyes, silently begging for emotional support.

"Haru-chan will be fine!" Honey patted his kouhai on the head, carefree smile firmly in place.

"Ah," Mori grumbled with a single nod of the head.

"But… but… but…" The half-French boy clawed at his sempai's jumper, worry still evident.

"Let's just go to the park, they may have taken a shortcut." And with that, the Hitachiin brothers led the small group on their journey to find the closest park, eyes still searching out their lost friends as they went.

I was tempted to throw my phone away now, or if I was a little more tech savvy I would have blocked the number of our host club king and lived happily ever after. Kyoya was glancing at me questioningly as we walked side by side down the street. My face must have shown some of my distaste towards the device in my hands. "It only took Tamaki half an hour to figure out we lost them. Guess you won."

"Of course I won, I don't take bets unless my victory is a certainty," he said matter-of-factly, small smile playing at his lips in smug satisfaction.

"I find that hard to believe. You're not omniscient. You can't predict the future. You just like to take notes."

He shrugged, flashing his glasses. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong."

The phone vibrated again, reminding me that it was still in my hand. "Ugh, he won't stop messaging me."

"And that's why I turned my phone off," he chuckled. We turned down into a long driveway that I assumed led us to the Ootori estate.

"Oh… I hadn't thought of that."

I switched off the phone and tucked it away into my bag for safe keeping. We quickly made our way into his home, his security staff eyeing me warily but waving us through. The building was large and the décor tasteful, despite being somewhat minimalistic. It wasn't classically styled and regal like Tamaki's home, or fashionably modern like the Hitachiin residence, but still very impressive without being quite so imposing. Other than the occasional maid wandering about, the house seemed quiet and empty of life.

Corridor after staircase after corridor finally brought us to his room, or at least the lounge attached to it. Kyoya dropped down onto one of the black leather couches and let his tired eyes flutter close for just a moment of relaxation. I tentatively sat down on the couch adjacent to him and let my eyes roam over the pristine and organised room. The walls were bare and painted in a neutral tone, a large window on the western wall bathing the room in natural light. A long set of black dressers lined one wall and a large coffee table rested beside the couches. Eventually my eyes came back to Kyoya who was now staring at me with a glint of curiosity in his steely depths. I was suddenly feeling somewhat nervous about being in the Ootori home. It wasn't too long ago that I believed Kyoya to tolerate me at best, but here I was seeking shelter with him from our ever energetic friends.

"Are you wanting some breakfast then? I assume you didn't have time to make any before we arrived at your house," he sat up a littler straighter as he spoke. My stomach answered for him, grumbling as loudly as it could. I felt my cheeks warm slightly as I laughed off the embarrassment but he just chuckled and stood up to leave, stretching his back and arms as he waited for me.

Again we made our way through the maze of a house until we came upon an enormous dining room that could rival the size of any restaurant. One dark solid wood table ran down the centre of the room with at least ten chairs running down each side. I doubted that this table would be used for mere family dinners like I would expect from most dining rooms. He pulled out a seat for me at the nearest end which I took graciously then he was off to order something from the family's chefs. The thought of food had my stomach rumbling once again just as violently as before, which I'm glad no one was around to hear this time.

Kyoya returned quite quickly, coffee in hand, followed by a butler who was carrying a plate full of freshly baked croissants, jams and sliced fruits. It was simple but delicious and I dug into the mini feast with enthusiasm. Quickly, the food disappeared from the plate leaving only a small accumulation of crumbs. I sat back in the firm dining chair, stomach finally satisfied.

"Thanks, Kyoya-sempai. That was great." I smiled gratefully over at him which he returned with a slight upturn of the lips. A maid shuffled in and carried away the remnants of our breakfast. We returned to his room, slowly strolling through the empty hallways.

"Are your family all out at work, Kyoya-sempai?" We settled back down on the couches from before but this time I managed to relax into the expensive seating.

He took his time switching on the large television that hung on the far wall and selecting a channel before answering me. "I'd assume so. My father may be in his study but my brothers will be out at the hospitals. And my sister lives with her husband but she likes to turn up unexpectedly from time to time."

I nodded, showing that I was listening, though my eyes were fixed on the magnificent yet ridiculously oversized television set. "Don't you get lonely in this huge house, sempai?"

I regretted asking it, but the thought had popped into my mind as we'd wandered the house. It was such a large building for so few people, so much so that it felt as though no one lived here at all. His eyes flickered over to me briefly, burning with curiosity, then fixed themselves back on the screen. "I suppose it could be considered lonely. But I am usually kept busy enough with study, work and the host club that I don't have to worry about such things."

Somehow I didn't completely believe his words. My hand reached over without my mind fully comprehending what it was doing until it was too late, and gently laid itself upon his hand and began stroking softly with my thumb. He looked momentarily shocked but he either hid it well or let it pass and didn't brush me off as we continued to watch the randomly selected movie.

"Tama-chan! What are you doing?" Honey called across the park from his perch on the swings. Mori sat motionless on the swing beside him whilst the blonde cousin propelled himself higher and higher into the air. Tamaki was weaving between the trees and other foliage, darting about in searching of his lost daughter and his mother figure of the family. He was still convinced that they were lost in the park, perhaps kidnapped and/or injured.

"He's just being an idiot, Honey-sempai." Hikaru tossed a ball several metres across the grassy area to his twin, trying to kill their boredom.

"So no different than usual," Kaoru laughed, capturing the ball and launching it back.

"He's just - worried, Hika-chan,- Kao-chan. You - should try calling - Kyo-chan's house,- ne?" Honey called over to the twins as he came to the peak of each of his swings.

"I doubt Haruhi would go back to Kyoya-sempai's." The redheads paused their game to look over at the older boys. Kaoru scratched the back of his head, his face contorted with confusion as he spoke, "She's more likely to have gone home or into one of the shops."

"We wouldn't have lost them if Tamaki-sempai hadn't been going on about commoner rituals again," Hikaru added, pulling out his phone, ready to phone up his sempai's home in the off chance they might be there.

"If we aren't going to go look for them," Kaoru began, lying back in the grass, arms spread wide.

"Then we might as well go home or find something better to do," Hikaru continued, mimicking his brothers actions.

"'Cause this is boring," both redheads called out in unison.