It was a stupid joke. It was a stupid, ill thought out joke; all because they were bored.

Kaoru sighed, gazing into the Styrofoam cup of, supposedly, cold water. If it wasn't for him and his brother, Kyouya would be ok…

"Don't look so guilty, it was an accident," Tamaki sighs, scrubbing a hand over his tired eyes, "Now you know a little more about him, even if that wasn't your intent. He's only damaged; he's just being stubborn."

Kaoru looks up from his water – more lukewarm than cool, he won't drink it – and assesses Tamaki's expression. It's not calm, unsurprisingly, but he doesn't think the host club king will attempt to murder him and Hikaru any time soon; he does suspect that Tamaki is lying to spare him the guilt, however.

Because he knows what he'd do if he were in Tamaki's place and Hikaru in Kyouya's…

"We really are that bored? That uninspired?" He complained, "A simple jump-scare? No theatrics, no wit… a jump-scare?"

"I'm bored," Hikaru groused, "And I'm honestly feeling too lazy to do anything more to Tonno, we'll just get a quick yelp, maybe a scream, and we can laugh about it for a moment before the boredom starts again."

"Maybe the adrenaline will give us enough energy for some more complicated pranks soon…" He shrugged at his twin, "That'll last for a little longer."

They honestly didn't know the reason for feeling so forlorn and easily bored recently, so slow and sluggish; their lives were fading into monotony as the routine they had followed for years caught up with them. Yes, host club was interesting for the most part and they did have fun; but what was the point, in the end? Their enjoyment always seemed so fleeting…

Oh well, that didn't matter. They had stability and plenty of friends, a lot of admires, and they always had their highs; it'd be alright.

Kyouya rushed across the polished floors, careful not to slip. He was so, so late and Tamaki said he wouldn't be there for half an hour; the twins were alone, the cake cupboard was unlocked. In all honesty, he was on edge and stressed.

He took the marble stairs two at a time, trying to arrive at the music room before all was destroyed.

His expensive shoes clacked on the steps, his pace quickening with adrenaline, and as his foot hit the final step –

"AHHHH!"

The roar caught him off-guard, and he jumped. His foot slipped, and he could feel the momentary pressure each step caused as he fell. He gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, but that was all. It was like one of those old television programs with no sound, when the jealous wife pushes her husband's lover down the stairs; silent tumbling, almost in slow motion.

Then, he was sprawled at the bottom of the flight of stairs.

"Kyouya! Hikaru, get help!" Kaoru's voice seeped into his consciousness, and he felt the urge to laugh. All that panicking, and he felt nothing; it wasn't unusual, but it seemed like something should be different.

He lifted his head and pushed himself up on his elbows. "I'm fine," He calls back, "Just a tumble."

His voice sounded a little strange and the hallway seemed to be spinning, so maybe a mild concussion. Oh well, no matter; if his own body ignored it, what merit would there be in waiting for hours at the hospital, only to be told what he already knew?

Kaoru was at his side – when did that happen? – and Hikaru seemed to have gone for help – again, when?

"Kyouya, are you sure you aren't hurt?" Kaoru frets, as if he was beginning his 'brotherly love act'. Kyouya fights the grimace that threatens to break out on his face; while Kaoru is attractive, he just isn't his type – doing something similar as to what he does with Hikaru wouldn't help his case either.

"No, I'm not hurt," He assured, because he wasn't. He got damaged, not hurt.

"Kyouya!" A voice barked. Oh dear… "What happened?"

"He fell down the stairs, boss," Kaoru informed, remorse glinting in his eye.

"Kyouya, lie back down now!" Tamaki, his best friend, who sounded so pissed off at him at that moment he could only obey, "You know you aren't meant to move!"

"Tamaki, I'm –"

"Don't talk either," Tamaki snaps, and he closes his mouth. Tamaki knows about his condition, and knows what to do.

The search begins. His fingers are stained crimson when he pulls them away from his head, so a laceration may be likely, which also means he may actually have a concussion. His neck, shoulders and ribs are checked, and Tamaki frowns.

"Do you think you hit your chest on the way down?" He inquires, his tone softer than the barked commands.

"I think I winded myself falling," He informs.

"Can you breathe alright?" The blond continues.

"Yes," He states.

The two friends are aware of Kaoru's confused gaze, as well as the rest of the club storming towards them.

Tamaki moves on to his hipbones, a quick check for obvious damage, and then onto his arms; ignoring their other friend's exclamations and questions. Then, however, he lifts up Kyouya's right trouser leg.

The sight is rather horrific, in a way. Splintered bone protrudes from a gory, blood-soaked wound and the vital fluid drains down his leg, staining once pristine white socks.

The silence is deafening.

"K-Kyo-chan?" Honey stutters, eyes wide, "Doesn't it… h-hurt?"

Kyouya hums, brow furrowing. He sits up on his elbows, ignoring Tamaki's loud protests, and gives an audible "huh" at the wound.

"That's all you can say?!" Hikaru almost shrieks, confused as anyone as to why Kyouya isn't showing any signs of pain.

"Well Kyouya," Tamaki sighs, "You have to go to hospital."

It's almost as if there is a switch in Kyouya's mind. Usually, he is the calm and collected 'cool type', but when eating and going to hospital is concerned, he switches into a pouting brat.

"No, I'm not going," He refuses, "I'm not hurt –"

"You're not hurt, you're damaged; I know, I know. Kyouya, there is a bone shard sticking out of your leg; you can't walk on that," Tamaki lectures.

The rest of the host club look visibly disturbed. Kyouya being perfectly straight-faced when he should be in pain, refusing to go to hospital with an obviously serious injury, and the Freaky Friday-like situation that has occurred between the Host Club King and the Shadow King had obviously taken their toll. Kyouya knew he'd have to do some explaining when this was over.

"Watch me, Suoh," He huffs, "It's not like it'll hurt, after all."

He's about the push himself to his feet when Tamaki holds him down. "Lie down, stay down. I don't know if you've damaged your spine," Tamaki huffs, "I hate it when you get in this mood Kyouya, you're such a brat."

Meanwhile, Haruhi pushes the shock to the back of her mind and calls the ambulance for their ridiculous friends.

"I assume you have questions," Is how Tamaki greets them when they reach the hospital, "Kyouya's in surgery. I won't answer anything too complicated, he's terrible when he's like this and I'm exhausted from trying to convince him to co-operate."

They sit, Kaoru grabs a cup of water, and they talk. Tamaki informs them about the basics of Kyouya's condition, and how bratty he gets when he gets injured or is made to eat. He answers simple questions, and then falls asleep rather ungraciously, sprawled on the plastic seat.

They all think it's like something from a sci-fi or superhero film, but don't question it.

Two hours later, Tamaki awakes to Kaoru giving his cup of untouched water a look of regret, and sorts the boy out. He now knows why Kyouya fell, and he's not happy; but it was an accident. He falls asleep shortly after, ready for dealing with an unruly Kyouya when the other boy awakes after surgery.

A/N: Yes, they knocked Kyouya out for the surgery. Do you blame them?