Kyouya sighed as he undressed in front of his bathroom mirror

Kyouya sighed as he undressed in front of his bathroom mirror. Various colored bruises covered his chest, arms and legs and back. Not to mention the bruise that went from shoulder to about the top of the bruise on his left side. 'Tomorrow's going to be living hell, he thought. Maybe I could call in sick? No, that would worry Tamaki and rest too much, especially after the last few days. Plus when Father found out… No, it's just a bad idea all around.'

Kyouya slowly slid some sweats on, too exhausted to bother with a bath, knowing he still had too much to do for tomorrow's club activities. Luckily it was snow scene rather then a tropical of beach scene. Kyouya didn't know what he would have done then. 'I would have figured something out.'

He went into the main area of his bedroom and sat down at the white coffee table, pulling out his Pineapple laptop and turning it on. He carefully purchases and hired all the people that would make tomorrows Winter Wonderland possible. He also purchased winter clothes for each members, a snowboard for Mori, Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki, skis for himself and Haruhi and a sled for Hunni. Those would be fun for tomorrow.

He finished, closed his laptop and walked over to his bed. Gingerly, he laid down and gently covered himself. He set his glasses on the side table. Kyouya rolled from side to side, back to front, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Finally, he fell asleep on his stomach from exhaustion, his last tangible thought, 'School's going to be hell.'

And was he right. Due to exhaustion, Kyouya slept better then normal. That was about the only good thing. The material of the school uniform rubbed on the bruises just so that they were nearly a constant throb. He also has one bruise on his cheek that he hadn't noticed before. 'Damn it,' he thought. 'Let's see… I ran into the edge of a door. No, that isn't like me. I was walking down a hall and a maid who was sweeping the floor hit me with the broom handle. There we go.' Kyouya was content with the lie.

Kyouya left without eating breakfast. He wasn't hungry, his stomach hurting much too badly from last nights events. He didn't particularly understand why he was hit has bad as he was. He could understand a few slaps here and there, he earned those fair and square, but bruises everywhere was going too far… If his father wanted him our of the Host Club so badly, couldn't he just call the school and get it changed?

All these thoughts ran through Kyouya's head as he sat in the limo on the way to school. Everything should be just fine as long as he acted like himself and didn't wince too much throughout the day. He hoped. But that bruise on his back… it was terribly painful. From being slammed into the desk corner and then the paper weight. Even leaning against the limo seat hurt. Kyouya sighed as stepped from the car outside of the school and headed indoors, straight to classroom.

Unlucky for him, he was intercepted by Tamaki. "Kyouya!" the tall blonde shouted as he ran over to his friend. "How are you?"

"Fine," said Kyouya as he headed into the classroom, Tamaki trailing along.

"Positive?" asked Tamaki, sitting down in his seat in front of Kyouya as Kyouya sat, gritting his teeth to keep from wincing. "Yes," Kyouya responded, doing his best to keep his voice even. Thankfully, the bell rang and Tamaki was forced by the teacher calling the class to attention to turn around.

The teacher began to talk to the class. "As you should all know, the parent-teacher-student dinner is tonight. For the first part of today, we shall be working on portfolios consisting of your various grades in your classes, club activities you have participated in and other such things."

Kyouya sighed. His father hardly bothered to attend his parent-teacher-student dinners and only attended them once every few years. Even then it was only to look good to the public. Kyouya didn't really do anything amazing at school, even if he was at the top of his class. His father, Kyouya supposed, was just tired of hearing the same things over and over again.

The teacher began to write on the board the various assignments that would be going into their portfolios and started handing out other papers that needed to be filled out with various numbers and ranking and words before being placed into the binder that used to gather all of their papers.

That's how the morning progressed, everyone listening intently to the numbers the teacher read off that they needed to write down and the order their papers needed to be in at they went into the portfolio. There was only a light murmur of voices. These portfolios were a test of organizational skills. Tamaki seemed to be in desperate need of help, having papers falling to the ground, and almost constantly out of order. Normally, Kyouya would have gotten up and helped Tamaki, but he was too afraid of twisting wrong, or hitting a bruise that would cause him to call out wrongly.

Kyouya sighed slightly as he slipped the last paper into his own portfolio just as the bell rang for lunch. "We'll finish up and double check our portfolios after lunch break," the teacher called as students stacked their papers neatly, a few putting them into their desks before they headed down to the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Carefully Kyouya stood and walked past Tamaki's desk as he headed towards the door. "Kyouya!" Tamaki called out, in that almost whiny voice only the dramatic prince of Ouran could produce. "Help me, please."

Kyouya sighed and turned around at the door frame and walked back towards Tamaki as the teacher left, probably to head to the staff room to eat their own lunch. "Alright," said Kyouya as he headed back to his friend's desk. Kyouya kneeled down next to the desk, biting his tounge and started to sort through Tamaki's papers. For the next ten minutes, the two boys rifled through the papers and but them into Tamaki's blue binder in the correct order.

"Thank you Kyouya-kun!" shouted Tamaki gleefully as soon as they were finished. It hadn't taken Kyouya as long as he thought it would have since Tamaki had managed to write down all of his grades in the right spots by some miracle. "Mommies should always help disorganized daddies," Tamaki said, clapping Kyouya on the back right where the bruise from the desk and the paperweight met.

The pain was enormous and intense. Kyouya couldn't hold it back anymore. "Ouch," he said in a clenched voice, a the wind practically knocked out of him. Kyouya leaned forward slightly.

"Kyouya! What's wrong?" Tamaki questioned frantically, standing up and rushing to Kyouya's side. "Did I really hit you that hard?"

"No, you didn't," said Kyouya, leaning back and giving a fake smile. "I'm fine, really, I am."

Tamaki looked at Kyouya a bit skeptically and then shook his head. If Kyouya was in over his head, he wasn't stupid enough to not get any help. Kyouya would be fine. But, maybe Hunni-senpai had been right…. At least to some degree.

A/N: Well, here it is. I wrote the first part and then had the worst writers block! The parent-teacher-student dinner thing came from my own conferences being on Wednesday (yikes! Wish me luck!). I just had to make them more up-scale, so, I turned it into a dinner. I honestly have no idea if they have conferences in Japan.

I considered letting Tamaki find out at this point, but then the story would end sooner and right now this story is my baby! Also, remember how I mentioned adding another story to this one? Well, I decided it'd be too annoying and have decided to make it a separate story. It features Haruhi, Kaoru and Hikaru but is definitely Hikaru-centric. I've almost finished the first chapter but I don't know when I'll upload it. Also soon to come will be a Hunni and Mori story that is Mori-centric (surprise-surprise!). And even farther into te future, two Ouran series which will be based off of songs (NOT SONG-FICS!!) (no details) and an entire Ouran Host Club-centric story on top of that. I need to start updating more regularily!

Thanks everyone for your lovely reviews. I've felt guilty lately from not updating lately. So, hopefully I'll make people happy for the update. Keep your reviews coming please!

PS: I forgot about the bruise on Tamaki's face... Stupid, stupid me!! Tamaki would/should of said something about it. So, I'm just gonna pretend he thought about it and didn't say anything. Okay? I'll address that next chapter, hopefully I remember.