DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Good thing, too, because I can't draw for my life- especially anime!

I've just been dying to write a KyoHaru fanfic. Like, honestly. Oh, and I'll tell you right now: I spell his name with a 'u'. Don't complain, or don't read. Read, review, and enjoy!~

Chapter 1

Haruhi sighed as she walked through the long hallway towards the doors of the third music room. Her footsteps echoed in the hall, the only sound bouncing off the wall. When did this walk become so normal to me? she thought, and looked down half expecting to see a path worn where her footsteps had hit the floor so many times in the same place as before. There was, of course, none, and Haruhi braced herself for the burst of excitement that would hit her as she walked through the double doors.

The theme for the day had been an icy wonderland, where 'love will keep us warm'. The twins had teased Tamaki before the guests had gotten there, calling out his slogan as both cheesy and somewhat perverted. Of course, being the innocent little boy he was, the King had no clue what the twins had meant by 'perverted', and just dubbed them 'little devils' again for calling his slogan overused.

Haruhi had to admit that they had really gone all-out on the theme this time (not that they ever skimped on anything, stupid rich people).With icicles hanging from the ceiling, bits of ice around the floor, and frosty trees imported from Alaska all around the room, she wondered how they had been able to freeze the room so quickly from the day before, which had been yet another kind of tropical paradise. When she asked, the twins chuckled.

"You remember how when you first joined the Host Club we explained that we have a killer heating system?"

Haruhi nodded.

The twins gestured around at the icy room and chorused, "Killer AC!" Haruhi rolled her eyes, shrugged into her parka, and helped her guests into their own various layers of warmth.

A couple of hours later, the majority of the Host Club had left. Tamaki had gone home for (a rare opportunity at) dinner with his father, Hunny and Mori had left for martial arts training with their families, and the twins had needed to rush to a fashion shoot that their mother was having close to the school. Normally Kyouya would have left by now, too, but he still had some paperwork he wanted to get done uninterrupted by his sister rearranging his drawers (her husband was out of town again), and with most of the gang gone it was fairly quiet, with the exception of the Host Club's dog/maid carrying out her regular duties of cleaning up the last of the day's theme, which was difficult with so much ice.

Haruhi sighed. They didn't have a flamethrower (not that she would have used it, lest she damage something else and increase her debt), so she had to sprinkle rock salt all over the ice and wait for it to melt, then mop up the water with towels and throw the towels in a basket to be washed. In the meantime, she had devised a system where she could (kind of) manage to drag the trees out to the stairs of the hallway outside of music room three, to be picked up by the custodians of the school when they came after hours. She had just come back from moving the last tree, and said wearily, "Man, that was... difficult..." she wheezed. Kyouya looked at her over the tips of his glasses.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I suppose", said Haruhi, putting her hands on her knees and bending over to try and catch her breath. "Just... you know... asthma..."

"Ah", Kyouya mused. "Don't you have an inhaler?"

"Yeah, but it's at home... and I only use it in emergencies... I mean, we can afford the medicine but... it's still expensive on Dad's... salary to get more than... I absolutely need..."

"I'd say that you need it now," Kyouya observed as Haruhi sat down on the cold floor, a drop of sweat dripping off her forehead.

"Yeah, well, it's kind of difficult to carry fifteen sixty-or-so pound trees a hundred feet each by yourself", Haruhi coughed, trying to steady her breathing. The dull glare returned to Kyouya's glasses and he continued writing in his black book.

"Ah. Yes. Well, it is, after all, your job."

Haruhi looked up, slightly irritated. "I'm not complaining or anything, just saying it's hard... no need to be harsh..." she told him, her breathing becoming more regular.

"I was not being harsh, simply reminding you that you work for your debt. No need to become hotheaded."

"I'm not hotheaded", Haruhi replied curtly.

"Mmm," Kyouya replied with slight amusement.

"Damn rich people", Haruhi muttered under her breath, having recovered from her asthma, but Kyouya heard her and stood up.

"Good-bye, Haruhi. I'll see you tomorrow."

"What?"

"My work is finished, and my driver is waiting. I'll see you tomorrow when you help set up for our next theme." With this he shut the double doors behind him and strode out of the room, trying to remind himself to keep his temper in check. Ootoris did not become upset over such small matters, he told himself, and let out a small breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding in as he strode down the stairs and out of the building.

Haruhi stared after him for a few seconds in frustration, then sighed and got up to go get some more towels to sop up the water on the floor. She walked over to get it...

She felt herself falling on the icy spot, and then hitting the ground...hard. She heard something snap, and then felt a searing pain along the length of her right leg. She screamed out in pain, but knew that by now the last student had long gone home, and in the breaks between her moans of pain she could have sworn she heard even Kyouya's limo drive away. She clutched her leg to her chest, but that just hurt more, and she knew that bending it would just make it even worse, so instead she just lay on the still freezing ground, hands in fists with her knuckles turning white and her fingernails digging into her skin so hard that she was surprised they weren't drawing blood. Haruhi had read about people breaking bones, but it had never actually happened to her, and she was surprised that the pain wasn't pulling her into unconsciousness. But, no, she just lay there, the pain racking her body and beads of sweat pouring down her forehead for an hour, then two, slowly trying to drag herself all the way across the room to her bag. Finally she got to it, and with a shout of pain managed to retrieve her cell phone. She opened it, and struggled to see the numbers on speed dial as she finally began to go under. Finally she just hit a random number and struggled to stay conscious as it rang.

"Yeah?" Haruhi heard the familiar deep voice of a taciturn third-year on the other end. "Haruhi?"

"M- Mori-sen- senpai... hel- l...help me... I... still here..." and that's when everything faded to black.

Cliffhanger! I know, I know. Not for long, though. If you're reading this and the next chapter isn't up yet, come back in an hour or two, I'm working on it now. Please please please review! I think i might make Haruhi and Mori best friends in this fanfic, it might be interesting to hear him give her advice and care for her (not as a lover). He's one of my favorites! Love you all~!