The early morning sunlight spilled out across the floor of Haruhi Fujioka's bedroom. The first year honor student had been awake the majority of the night with nothing but an awful feeling of anxiety to keep her company. As it had every other morning, her alarm clock went off at exactly six-fifteen.

The girl groaned and rolled over; her grogginess was unusual.

Haruhi sat up and rubbed her eyes as she yawned. She truly felt awful; there was no other way to describe it. Despite her wanting to stay home and in bed, she proceeded to get ready for school.

Within an hour, after a walk in the brisk morning air, she arrived at school, finger tips and nose slightly numb. When the weather got really bad, she would try and make a train, but there were also at least five boys who would be more than willing to give her a ride if needed. And then there was Kyoya; she never knew where she stood with him.

At times he was smiling, seemingly happy with her and her performance as a host, but then there were times where he threatened to add onto her debt or making her stay and clean the club room by herself.

Haruhi sighed and shook her head as if to clear the thought. Her possible friendship with the seemingly cold-hearted Kyoya Ootori would have to be figured out later.

The day dragged on and she grew increasingly tired, fighting to keep her eyes open at some points. When her classes finally broke for lunch, she made her way to Music Room 3.

As they always had, the seven Host Club members sat together at one of the larger tables in the room, and while Haruhi—who was normally bright eyed and ready for conversation—kept her eyes downcast and pushed her food around without actually eating any, the only one who seemed to notice the change in Haruhi's demeanor was Kyoya, though he didn't do anything other than raise an eyebrow before robotically turning his attention back to his ever-so-present black book, probably taking note of it.

Soon enough, lunch had come and gone, and Tamaki had only made one "Daddy, daughter" comment. Deep down inside, she felt proud, almost as if Tamaki was a small child. The girl let out something of a laugh as she entered her math class right behind the twins, who were wrapped up in a conversation about a fashion show they would be attending with their mother that weekend.

Math was relatively easy; just a review quiz as they had every Monday. Upon finishing, she promptly turned it in to her teacher, who quickly looked it over and put it in the pile on their desk. Haruhi headed back to her seat, where she decided to put her head down for just a moment…

…The problem being that it wasn't for just a moment. Haruhi had slept through the entire class, only to have awoken when the final bell rang out across campus, signaling the end of the school day.

Startled by the noise, she jumped and started gathering up her things and shoving them into her bag, ready to get home. As she tried hurrying down the aisle of desks not really paying attention to her surroundings, too focused on curling up in bed, she ran into another classmate who had just stepped out in front of her. The brunette was on the floor before she could even cry out.

A sudden pain shot through her skull as she groaned.

"Haruhi," The two Hitatchiin boys shouted, running over to the female host. Koji, the boy she had run into, was nowhere in sight.

"Are you alright," Hikaru asked, kneeling down next to her head.

"Do you need a nurse," his brother Kaoru added immediately with an equal amount of concern.

The female disregarded the twins' questions.

"I'm fine," she said, sitting up slowly, holding a hand to the back of her head where it had made contact with the floor. Haruhi was lying through her teeth, though neither of the red haired boys could tell. Her entire head throbbed in a dull pain that she was hoping would ware off, and her eyes were blurry and unfocused.

One of the twins offered her a hand and she gladly accepted it. When she got to her feet, she stumbled forward a few steps, but then grabbed onto a corner of a desk, steadying herself.

"Haruhi, maybe you should go home," the twins suggested as they watched her wearily. "We can tell Tono that you weren't feeling very well."

In response, she gave her head a shake, which only made things worse. "No, I'm fine, really, guys," Haruhi said. Truthfully, going home sounded wonderful, but she knew that she should just suck it up and make it through the next two hours. And she did just that as her ears were ringing and her stomach warred against her..

Club had just ended when her headache came back, this time with a vengeance. Haruhi was lying on her back on one of the pink sofas, knowing that she should probably start cleaning up along with the rest of the group, but she couldn't bring herself to stand up. Even sitting was difficult, as it felt as if her entire brain was spinning.

"Haru-chan," Hani said in his sweet voice as he walked over to the brunette. "Are you alright, Haru-chan? You don't look like yourself." Upon hearing this, Mori came over and guided his cousin away, whispering something in his ear. Tamaki, who had been close by, looked over at the trio.

"Haruhi! Is my daughter alright," he cried out, rushing over to the sofa, followed by the twins. The yelling only made her headache worse. She took a deep breath through gritted teeth.

"I'm fine, Senpai," she responded in a low whisper, not wanting to worsen her condition. By now, the ordeal had caught the interest of the Shadow King himself.

"You know, Haruhi, you do look a little pale. Have you had any water recently?" The raven haired boy inquired, closing his laptop and wandering over to meet the rest of the group. In response, she just nodded with her eyes closed.

"Have you fallen? Hit your head? How about eating? You ate lunch, correct?" His questions just kept coming as he moved closer. Soon, he was kneeling down next to her, hand resting on the arm of the chair, looking at her intently.

The twins were the ones who answered for her. "She fell in math," they chorused. "She ran into Koji Nishimura and hit her head." Haruhi opened her eyes and glared at them, causing the duo to move back a few steps.

"I'm fi—," Haruhi started, only to be cut off by the youngest Ootori child.

"Haruhi, I'm taking you to see one of my family's doctors," he said, standing up and brushing his pants off, though they looked no different from before. "Get your stuff together, I'll call my driver."

Tamaki immediately assumed a look of distress, as there was no way that he would let his precious 'daughter' out of his sight with another boy…Or rather, 'Mommy' in his mind. "No! I will not let you take our daughter! I will take her myself!"

Kyoya turned around and glared at the blond boy. "If I do recall, Tamaki, you have a meeting with your father in twenty minutes," he said in a cold tone. His best friend shrunk away, feeling intimidated.

Haruhi stood up after bracing herself for the difficulty that walking would surely bring. The room spun and she stumbled forward; within a couple of seconds, Mori hand an arm around her, stabilizing the girl. She reached a hand out and clutched his wrist. Kyoya sighed and took the female host into his arms before nodding to his elder, a motion that said, I'll take it from here.

"Mmm," Mori hummed and passed her over. On his way out, Kyoya grabbed both of their backpacks and carried both them, and Haruhi out to his limo. As his driver opened the door, he laid her down across one seat before he got in and sat across from her, watching carefully for

any sudden change.