Disclaimer- I don't own Ouran or it's characters so thank Bisco Hatori for the great characters.

Author's note-I should warn you now that this may be incoherent so I apologise if you find it confusing. Please read and review with any constructive criticisms. Enjoy.


Want to know the scariest thing in the world?

Waking up in a strange, unknown room that's so bright you have to shut your eyes several times because it hurts.

A room with a smell that gives you the feeling you've experienced it before but can't quite remember when or where.

Except that it gives you an eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach, which only furthers your growing panic.

When my eyes eventually grow accustomed to the brightness enough to assess my surroundings the first thing I notice is a boy, and I wonder how I've only just managed to notice him as his face is intimately close to mine.

My senses seem to be returning to me gradually and as I get some sensation back into my body I feel the boy's hand gripping mine tightly.

Suppressing the panic building to a crescendo within me I stop myself from yelling or screaming. I don't want to show my weakness or vulnerability even though right now I feel like Alice in a strange, foreign wonderland of mystery.

The boy notices my eyes opening and the pained, worried expression on his face evaporates instantly.

Instead his face, which has softened and which I would find more handsome if I were not so disorientated and scared, adopts a large grin.

He begins to say something but I don't hear what because he moves even closer to me and I find my voice finally. My yell drowns out his exclamation.

At the sound a nurse rushes in, when she sees me she presses a button next to my bed and speaks into it. "Doctor, the patient is awake."

So now I understand. I'm in a hospital. But I still don't understand this curious boy who's looking at me like his world's just fallen into place, fitted together or something.

I get the same strange feeling as I did at the smell of the room- as if something is nagging at the back of my mind.

I try to pull my hand away from this other one but I'm weak at the moment and he appears to be holding me tightly.

He's noticed my attempt though and it makes him look at me with a puzzled expression- probably how I'm looking at him right now.

"Kaoru, are you alright?"

"Huh? Kaoru?" I'm confused for a moment, the word sticks in my memory and my mind struggles through a barrier of haze to remember why. It's a name of someone but my head is too foggy, too clouded to match it to a real person.

"Kaoru don't play games with me" He asks pleadingly and I wish I was in a fit enough state to be able to.

There's a pause as he starts to realise no-one's playing games. Apart from maybe some sort of Higher Being laughing down on us.

"Come on, stop it. Say something already! Anything just to let me know you're ok. It's been hell!" The face of the boy is beginning to resemble its original expression; worry, despair, anger and curiously loneliness etched there.

The amber eyes shine with the threat of tears and his grip on my hand tightens. Suddenly his other hand connects with my arm and I feel fingers pulling me up into his embrace.

My voice is weak, I suppose shouting didn't help, so my first attempt to ask the question that's driving my thoughts comes out croaky and he can't understand what I'm trying to say. I try again and he pulls away from me to watch my face. Hanging on my every, fractured word.

"Who...who?" Is all I can manage before leaning back on the soft pillows and fleetingly closing my eyes.

The boy is just about to ask what I mean (though I don't know how I know this) before a doctor enters.

"Good morning Hitachiin-san, I see you're finally awake."

"Doctor there's something wrong with him-" The doctor looks at him like he's an idiot but politely states-

"Of course there is something wrong with him or he wouldn't be here. However we are doing our best to ensure his well-being, as with all of our patients. So would you please allow for some room to examine him."

The boy looks startled as he notices how close he is to me and though he looks reluctant to do so he lets go of my hand and stands up.

Just as this happens the double doors burst open and five young males rush into the room. I briefly wonder what five more strangers are doing here disturbing my peaceful sleep before the blond, handsome- looking boy strides forward.

He pulls me up into a hug and for the second time since I awoke the breath is squeezed out of me. Though the other boy's hug unnerved me it felt more natural and normal than this one and I feel drawn to the first boy more on the realisation of this.

Both this curious yet compelling red-haired boy and the doctor make moves to release me from the grip I am held in. The boy, reaching me first, pulls the blond off me roughly.

"You idiot!" We both say in unison although his comes out strong and with much more anger than my weak protest.

I turn my head to look at the orange haired boy who is grinning down at me.

In return he looks at me expectantly, almost as if he wants me to smile back. But I don't. How can I when that's the last thing I want to do?

Instead I try to ask my burning question again and this time it comes out right.

"Who... who the... hell are all you people?" All five of their faces fall, except the boy who stands at the door and I begin to think he may not be part of the weird group but a doctor or something because, as well as his distance, he carries a clipboard.

He moves forward though, towards the original intruder on my haze- the boy with the orange hair and tears on his face- and speaks in a level tone after he reads something off the clipboard.

Out loud he announces: "yes, that makes sense now. Hikaru-" this name jolts something in my mind and makes my heart suddenly race though I don't understand why "-I got a call from the doctor in charge of Kaoru and he informed me that this might happen.

"I think Kaoru has amnesia from the accident." He pushes his glasses up the ridge of his nose and turns back to his original spot by the door.

I'm starting to get angry now; I can feel the frustration building up.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here! Just answer my damn question would you? What. Is. Going. On?" The effort of shouting is exhausting and all I can manage now is single-word sentences.

Things begin to blur further in my mind for a second, I don't understand what is going on or where I am exactly. How can I even begin to think of the events that have led up to this and how I ended up here with no idea of anything?

I'm alone in a world confused by a whirlwind of fog and half-memories.

As if sensing my discomfort the boy- Hikaru- kneels down by my bedside and takes my hand again.

"Don't worry Kaoru. I'm here." This fact is apparently supposed to be of comfort to me but all I feel is emptiness.

All the panic that's been pulsing around inside me finally builds up to a crescendo and my legs find enough feeling in them for me to move them towards the door.

The people around are so surprised that for a minute they don't move, I hear a few dull protests but somehow my feet begin to pound the hard, cold floor of the hospital corridor.

My 'pad-pad' sounds are echoed across the walls and are quickly followed by a 'tap-tap' behind me. I know who it is without wasting my energy on turning around.

It's not the doctor or the boy with the glasses who looks like a doctor.

It's not the young, childish boy or the stoic elder with him.

It's not the blond idiot or the brown- haired, big-eyed person he was clinging onto. It's the person who seemed to know me best out of all of them.

I direct all of my concentration and determination into running down the corridor and out through the doors which thankfully must have been close to my room.

Outside, the cold hits me hard with my thin hospital pyjamas doing little to warm me. I keep going though, persevering through the cloud descending on my body and crossing the road without stopping.

I run into the park that's opposite the hospital and find that the short run has taken the last of my strength, my feet stop and I collapse onto the grass exhausted.

The boy has caught up to me but it was obvious he would eventually and at the moment I don't care. The world seems insignificant right now as the trees blur and darkness engulfs me once more.