A/N: Thanks for the support. I'll continue this for now.

Haruhi was even drowsier the next day. She fell asleep twice in her Ancient Greek lectures and during Greek Mythology. She got in trouble, of course, and had to do the laundry alone (how happy the others seemed).

"Haruhi, are you okay?" Tamaki asked worriedly, feeling his friend's forehead. "You've been so drowsy the whole day and you're pretty pale. Are you sick?"

Haruhi gently put Tamaki's hand down and shook her head. "No. I'm fine. I'm just really tired. I had a nightmare and I couldn't sleep."

"Poor thing!" Honey hopped up to his feet and hugged the brunette. "Our poor Haruhi must be so sick of all these nightmares! Don't worry, it's alright. We're here for you. I'll even share some of my cake with you!"

"It's okay, Honey-senpai." She didn't need any cake. All she needed was some sleep. Nothing more, nothing less. There isn't anything that would make her anymore happy.

"So, what was so scary you couldn't sleep?" It was Kyoya. He looked as cool and composed as ever. Haruhi wondered if the gentle, lullaby-singing man she saw yesterday was just an illusion.

The brunette tried to recall her dream, but her mind just wouldn't work without some damn sleep. Ugh, stupid nightmares. She could still feel the fear, but she can't remember a single detail about it (well, at the moment).

She sighed and replied dejectedly, "I can't remember anything. I'm sorry. I just—my mind—sleep."

"Well, that's alright." The bespectacled demigod patted her head. "Just tell me when you remember, okay?"

"Uh, Kyoya-senpai. . ."

"Yes?"

"I'm not a dog."

. . .

Haruhi fell asleep during the campfire sing along, despite the noise. She was awoken by Kyoya at the end, but when she fell straight on her face, the bespectacled demigod decided to help her walk into the cabin.

So, here she was with one hand slung over Kyoya's shoulders as she forcefully dragged her body to the silver cabin. It was embarrassing, but she didn't have a choice. She was too sleepy to walk and it took every bit of energy to lift her legs.

"Do you need any help?"

Haruhi turned her head to the blonde-haired girl named Annabeth. She was smiling, her gray eyes twinkling with the slightest pity.

"No, it's fine," replied Kyoya. "I can handle this. She's fairly light, trust me."

Annabeth nodded and then engaged into a conversation with Kyoya. Haruhi couldn't comprehend what they were saying. Sound was coming out of their mouths, but it sounded like gibberish. She tried to piece their words, though it was no use. She really needed some sleep if she wanted to understand her Ancient Greek lectures tomorrow.

Eventually, they made it into the cabin. Kyoya placed her down on her bed. Sweet, long-awaited sleep instantly took her.

And for some strange reason, no dreams came. Just the inky darkness.

. . .

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Haruhi groaned, her heavy eyelids open just a smidge. A girl camper in pink silky pajamas was hovering over her. It was obvious that she was an Aphrodite cabin with how striking she looked. "What," the Japanese demigod hissed. "What you want?"

"Attacked," replied the girl. "We are being attacked. Get up! You must help protect camp!"

Haruhi perked up the instant she mentioned of the attack. She sat up, despite the dizziness that washed over her. She noticed that she was the only one in the room. The beds were all empty.

"Come on! Get into your armor! Grab your sword, axe, spear—anything!"

Haruhi quickly got up and got into the armor she made herself for her arts and crafts class. The girl had left her while she was fumbling about with her breastplate.

When she was armored, she brought out her sword and ran outside. At first, she seemed confused. There were no monsters. But then the distant screams of the campers and something inhuman got her attention.

Near the border, monsters and armored demigods were fighting. The battle was an interesting sight—young demigods fighting strange, disfigured monsters that should just stay in story books. For a moment, she thought of just standing there to watch. But then she realized how stupid that was.

Taking a deep breath, she charged toward the border. With every step, she grew more and more anxious. What happens if she messes up? What happens if she wasn't strong enough? What happens if she dies?

Screaming, she lifted her sword and slashed at hellhound that had got on top of a camper. It yowled and turned into an ugly pile of black dust. Oh god. She had just killed a monster. Her first monster. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.

"Th-Thanks," muttered the camper. She picked up the broken half of a spear with the point and ran off.

Haruhi looked around. The battleground was hectic. It was even wilder than she imagined. A few demigods have fallen and the ground was covered in monster dust. Where should she go? Who should she help?

"WATCH OUT, YOU IDIOT!"

Haruhi sharply turned to the direction of the voice and gasped when she saw a Laistrygonian Giant towering above her. It raised its iron club, but then stopped. It's face crumpled and he let out a frustrated screech before turning into powder.

Hikaru. Hikaru had defeated the monster. He was dressed in armor and had a sword in his hand. "Don't let your guard down," he scolded. He sounded angry. "You could have gotten killed!"

Twice, she thought. Hikaru saved me twice.

First was in the store. Now in the battlefield. Where next? How many times will he have to save her?

"I'm sorry," she said gently. "Thank you for saving me."

Hikaru's face softened a bit. "It's nothing. Follow me, we'll defeat these monsters together."

Haruhi felt hurt. "I can handle myself."

"I know you can. It's just. . . I thought with your wits and my strength, we'd defeat a lot of monsters."

Oh. That sounded reasonable.

"Alright. That is smart. I'm rather surprised."

Hikaru grinned. He extended out a hand and for a moment, Haruhi stared at it before taking it.

"Let's go."