Ardea's POV

Azalea slept for the rest of the day, but nobody cared. I couldn't feel any more relieved that she was now awake. All off the stress that had been building up in me for the entire month she was out had mostly evaporated when she woke up.

When she collapsed we rushed her to the hospital as fast as we could. When we got there the doctors told us that she had slipped into a coma. They told us it was most probably caused by her extended exposure to the freezing outside temperatures, and she contracted Hypothermia. Her heartbeat had slowed a considerable amount and her body had just thrown itself into a coma for protection.

Now that she was awake, the doctors needed to check to make sure she hadn't lost any abilities such as speech or movement because of the coma. So far it was looking very promising and she should be out soon.

So much had already happened in a month that I had to tell her about.

A week later…

I sat on my bed with Azalea opposite me. She had a lot more colour in her cheeks and all of her reactions were perfectly fine. She was still a little weak and got confused sometimes, but the doctors had warned us of this. We were laughing at the photo album I had given her, and explaining every memory.

"So… what is this one about?" she asked, pointing at a picture of me and Tamaki at what looked like a fair, joint expressions of anger.

"Heh… this is where things are no longer quite so fantastic," I began. "After… uhm… you know, your date with Reginald," Azalea visibly winced, "well he has decided to make things slightly difficult for Ouran. He has been holding regular opening days at Whitewood Academy and sending out invitations to all of the students at Ouran. Lots have them have been going, but nobody has transferred… yet. I went to check it out one day with Tamaki and Kyouya. I must admit, the school is very impressive."

A look of horror crossed Azalea's face. "You're not thinking of moving there are you?"

I shook my head and she relaxed.

"His campaign isn't going wonderfully for him at the moment. The Ouran students seem to be loyal to us. But I don't think he is giving up anytime soon. Looks like you really upset him… good on you," I smiled.

Azalea looked up at me with sad eyes. I guess missing a whole month of your life is a scary thing. Things would be better when she went back to school and saw all of her friends. She would find that another three had joined her group in class too. Hikaru and Kaoru were now officially sitting with us, and so was Nora. She had found a talent in fashion design, which had earned her a little interest from some people who began to finally see she was a nice person, after treating her as an outcast.

So many things had developed without her, and it made me feel sad thinking that in the end, things can go on without you, no matter who you are.

We sat for a long time, me trying to give her back a month of memories she should have had. We laughed. We cried. But in the end I couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't enough for her. It would be better when she finally could go back to school.

Later on Hikaru and Kaoru stopped by the house to see us. Kaoru looked a million times better as soon as he saw Azalea too. He must have been so worried too. Hikaru and me had gotten closer as his brother became more distant from him.

We all sat in the mini-cinema and watched a movie, eating as much popcorn and chocolate as we could stuff in our mouths. Things seemed so much different now that Azalea was back. As if the gaping whole in our little group of friends had finally been filled.

The next day…

Today was Azalea's first day back at school after her coma. In the morning it had practically been a mad rush to see who could hug her first. She spent most of the day with her other friends, quite understandably, and so I spent most of the day with my ipod plugged in. The only person that really came and spoke to me every now and again was Nora, who was showing me some designs for a new school uniform for the females of this school. I had to admit that it looked fantastic. She would find out next week of they accepted it. Good luck to her I guess.

The host club was in their room, business as always. I would normally go and see them, but today I just wanted to be alone and have some time to think. I needed to de-stress now that I knew Azalea was definitely okay. Its terrifying wondering for every minute of your life if you best friend is ever going to make up. It hadn't shown my stress outwardly until now. Now was my time to recover, as much as it was Azalea's.

At lunch I sat outside under one of the cherry trees. The snow had mostly melted, but the icy layer it left behind still made the trees glitter and sparkle in the winter sunlight. It was a beautiful sight that not many people noticed because they were all locked up in the warm. It was freezing outside, but I had wrapped up and it was worth it.

Someone walking past caught my eye. They were not part of Ouran. They were wearing the red uniform from Whitewood Academy. He was geeky looking thing, but he wasn't small. He was a rather podgy. I got up slowly and began to follow him. He hadn't seen me yet, so hopefully I could catch what he was up to at our school during school hours.

I followed him all the way around to the back of the school without being noticed. Sometimes he was walking normally, as if afraid he was being watched, an the next he would attempt some weird ninja/spy move that more than once resulted in him falling on his face. What an idiot.

Then, as he approached one of the windows he pulled out a camera, and suddenly I knew what he was doing. He was a spy for Whitewood. What a little fucker.

He peered through the window before lifting the camera up and taking a quick snap of whatever was going on inside. He moved to another window. And began taking pictures there too.

I could feel white-hot rage flash through me. My blood boiled in my veins and I clenched my fists tight. How dare he. This was Reginald's doing. First he almost kills Azalea, and now he is trying to get dirt on Ouran to shut it down! Reginald T. Hagazika was a selfish fish-lipped whore. Yes, whore.

"Hey, you!" I shouted at the Whitewood student, with no attempt to hide the fury in my voice. The student spun around to face me, the colour in his face draining. He shoved the camera into his pocket and began to run.

I sprinted after him with everything I had in me. As I neared him I made a grab for his blazer and he squeaked in terror. Then I lunged at him and we both fell to the floor in a heap.

Immediately I pinned his hands down and glared at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded. He shook his head, not speaking. I wanted to hit his fat face.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" I repeated, even more harshly. Then his wrists wiggled out from under my hands and I was being flung over onto my back. I struggled to get back up, but a fist flew straight into my chest and knocked all the air from my lungs. I lay on the grass gasping for air, having to watch the little spy run for his life while I was incapacitated.

The breath eventually returned to my lungs, but the Whitewood student was long gone. I stood up and brushed of my now grass-stained dress.

I needed to talk to Azalea and the host club. Something was about to threaten the school and we couldn't just stand back and let it. Something had to be done.

Well this one started off as the slowest most boring thing ever, so I apologize. There just wasnt anything to write about in this chapter, but hopefully the next one will be a lot better. Dont forget to review, it makes us update faster, and with the xmas holidays starting on Thursday, we will have a lot more writing time, so we may regularly get several chapters out a day, but we wont be releasing anything on xmas eve, xmas, boxing day or new years. There will hopefully however be an xmas special which me and Ash will actually go to one of our houses so we can write together :D

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