A/N: As you can see, this chapter is fairly short. But, I imagine I'll get out one or two a day. 8) Thanks for the reviews, all!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters within it.

The Host Club King is Ill!

Tamaki heard the alarum go off right beside him. He was no longer resting against Kyouya, but sprawled out to the side, facing away from the other boy. For whatever reason, he didn't feel like opening his eyes. In fact, despite usually being a morning person, he didn't even want to move.

An arm collapsed over him and slammed down on the snooze button, shutting the obnoxious beeping noise off.

Tamaki groaned, pushing the brunet's arm away before trying to clear his throat. This sudden activity activated his pharynx and he was coughing forcefully, like phlegm build-up was practically drowning him.

Despite the fact that it was painful, he merely shook his head, trying to clear his throat out, again.

"Stop dying," Kyouya joked dryly, running a hand through Tamaki's hair to comfort him while he sat up a bit. "I'll get you some water. But, we need to get up. Come with me?"

The other shook his head, turning away to huggle his pillow stubbornly. "I don't feel so well…"

Snorting in some amount of amusement, the brunet moved to brush his hand over Tamaki's forehead. "Oh, get over it. You're fi—" Stopping midsentence, he realised his friend's body temperature appeared to be obnoxiously high. He almost retracted his hand, Kyouya's own body trying to protect itself as if Tamaki would burn him. "Hn."

"Kyouyaaa…" he drawled, voice cracking somewhat. "I really don't—gaahhh…"

If this idiot got him sick, he was going to break something in a very violent fashion.

Kyouya stood and moved around to the other side of the bed, pulling open his bottom drawer and retrieving a medical kit with his family's seal upon it. He popped open a side pouch and retrieved a thermometer before quite ungracefully administering it to Tamaki's mouth, prying open his jaw to settle it under his tongue.

The King protested in a mumble for a moment, before realizing what the object was, then moved a hand up to get it in a better position. Without even caring to put the case away, Kyouya meandered over to his closet and pulled out an outfit for the day. It seemed to always be something with Tamaki. The stupid brat was a cornucopia of trouble for him. Why were they friends, again?

When he finished getting his jeans on, he heard the thermometer beep, showing it was done. Tamaki moved it in the light to read it, but Kyouya snatched it from him and grumbled at the sight. One-hundred-and-one degrees? Dammit…

"You should probably stay here, today," Kyouya replied, glancing down at the blond. "Seems like you have the flu." Tamaki coughed through this entire last sentence.

With a groan, he squeezed his hand and looked at it, a face of anguish on his features.

"What is it?" Kyouya inquired, sitting down on the edge of the bed to take Tamaki's hand and inspect it.

"Just hurts a little…" he mumbled.

Up went Kyouya's brow. "Your… hand?"

"My wrist," he replied with a nod. "Probably slept on it wrong."

Scowling as he jumped to conclusions, Kyouya allowed himself to slide his fingers through his friend's and interlock them, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'll see if Hikaru will stay with you. He doesn't have classes on Fridays." Neither did Mori, but… Hikaru would probably enjoy the job a bit more and, to be honest, Kyouya wanted to have someone who would look after him to show just as much worry as Kyouya wished he, himself, could show.

He always enjoyed taunting Hikaru with these things, anyway. His interactions with Tamaki were always entertaining. The love-hate relationship those two had…

"Thank you, Kyouya," Tamaki stated, bringing the brunet's hand to his lips to kiss it softly. "Sorry for this."

Kyouya scoffed. He always made such a big deal out of everything. People got sick. It happened. It wasn't like he was going to scorn Tamaki for falling ill. He moved down and returned the kiss by administering one to Tamaki's forehead. "Your temperature is horrendous. Try to relax, today. And don't do anything stupid."

"I'll try not to..." Tamaki whispered, pulling his legs up as close to his chest as possible. "Please do me a favour?"

Nodding, Ootori pursed his lips.

"Don't tell Haruhi. I don't want to worry her with this." She was probably already mad at him, considering the fact that she kicked him out of her room. She was angry he didn't listen to her. Any more problems from his end would only be problematic and that was the last thing he wanted. Tamaki's voice was cool and stern, but he sounded so frail...

Wasn't arthritis a sign of SLE? He'd done plenty of research on the disease when trying to track down the blond's mother. If Tamaki had something wrong with him, he needed to be checked out as so as possible.

He'd have to call a doctor.

"I won't," Kyouya promised, slipping his hand out of Tamaki's. I won't let this happen to you.

He was probably overreacting, but... On the slightest whim that the blond's mother passed her disease to him, Kyouya would stop at no ends to cure him. Bad things could happen to good people. They did happen to good people. But, not to Tamaki.

He had friends in high places.

Pulling away, Kyouya went back to his clothes and tossed his shirt on, then moved the medical kit to the floor before dialing the elder Hitachiin twin's cell.

"Hello. Hikaru? This is Kyouya…"