Hello,

If while reading this you think you recognise it, that is because my friend and I already uploaded a few chapters of this story under the name 'Roses, Tea and other things Medicinal'I apologise for not finishing the story then but I intend to this time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, all rights go to Bisco Hatori. I do however own Asuka and any other secondary characters I introduce.

Apologies for any spelling of gramatical mistakes, there's bound to be a few.

Chapter One - Sightings

Asuka Komatsu hated hospitals, always had, always will. She hated the smell, hated the rooms and hated the sympathetic nurses and the serious doctors. Yet the reason she had moved hundreds of miles away from her home, her friends and her school was because of a hospital.

Asuka sat in the reception. Yes, she admitted to herself, it was better than the previous one. It had a sleeker and more efficient feel to it and you could tell it was run with precision. There also weren't a lot of people about, she supposed that was because this was a privately owned hospital and there was no accident and emergency. Asuka looked at the reception desk; behind it was a large glass panel with the words, 'Ootori Medical Group'. She sighed; her father had always said the Ootori's ran the best hospitals in Japan and that their best hospital was in Tokyo, wanting only the best he had sold their home in order to pay for treatment, it was so expensive that they had moved from a three bedroom detached house to a flat above a small bakery.

Asuka hadn't had her first day at school yet, in fact school didn't start for another few weeks and she wasn't looking forward to it. Being the new girl would be hard enough but when the kids found out why she'd moved there might be trouble. It wasn't that she was ashamed, but as soon as people heard the words 'mental illness' one of two things spring to mind; depressive or crazy.

She looked up when she heard her name being called, her father was standing a few feet away from her, smiling, clearly pleased. "It's great here isn't it? I really think we made the right choice in moving here."

"If you think it's for the best then I'm glad, but I can't understand why you'd call a hospital great though." She looked at him- he was still smiling.

"You'll understand when you see his room; do you want to visit him?"

He didn't really need to ask, "Of course." Asuka stood up and followed her father down a corridor, and then down another, until they passed a sign that read PSYCHIATRIC WARD. They rounded a corner and came upon a room with a bed in the centre; a boy aged about 9 was sitting on it. He was small with jet black hair and big brown eyes. When he saw the two of them he grinned. Asuka smiled back and said "Hey Hiro, how's my baby brother doing?"

Kyouya was being treated like a lapdog. Being forced to work during the holidays due to the Host Club was bad enough – Tamaki had seriously over run the budget at this year's fair – and now his father had summoned him randomly and without warning to their hospital in Tokyo.

"You can go in now, Mr. Ootori", the receptionist smiled widely at him, but Kyouya could barely suppress a grimace – how could anyone be cheerful at this time in the morning?

As Kyouya took a seat in his father's office he couldn't help but notice that his chair had been strategically placed lower than his senior's.

"Now, until the new term begins there will be some important clients of mine staying in town. They have a son about your age, who I will need you to entertain – show him some sights, keep him happy – I'm sure even you can handle such a small task"

Kyouya let a small smirk play onto his face as he thought about how he had recently succeeded in buying his father's company after the Ouran fair. Of course his father wasn't aware of this, but it entertained him none the less.

"I won't disappoint you father" Kyouya stated, as he stood ready to leave.

"I highly doubt that" Kyouya heard his father remark as he closed the door.

He entered the hospital's main reception, vaguely taking note of his surroundings; at this time of the morning the room was practically deserted. Apart from the receptionist there was only one girl. Judging by her general appearance she looked to be about his age, maybe slightly younger. She had her head in her hands, her long black hair falling forward and obscuring her face. A man whom Kyouya presumed to be her father called her name, and she brought her head up suddenly, revealing her face. Her skin looked worryingly pale in the harsh lighting of the hospital, striking blue eyes contrasting with her dark hair. Kyouya didn't bother to listen to their conversation, as he could see his car pulling up outside – he swiftly exited, looking forward to a few more hours of sleep.

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