A/N: this chapter contains some mile Tamaki/Kyoya, so if slash/yaoi is not your thing, you might wanna skip this...

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Tamaki winced as the door banged shut, then shook his head and looked at Kyoya. The older boy just shrugged, smiled and went to retrieve his notebook from the couch. But the smile was a bitter one and it did not escape the Host Club president's notice.

"I could talk to him again," he offered.

"It wont do any good," Kyoya replied, sitting down. "He's still too angry at himself."

"That doesn't give him the right to yell at you like that and say those things to you," Tamaki replied, sitting beside him.

Kyoya shrugged. "You know how volatile he is without Kaoru around to calm him down."

"That's not an excuse. He's not always going to have Kaoru around to help him reign in his temper. Those are not the things you say to friends."

"Maybe he was justified," Kyoya murmured.

Tamaki looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I was going to use the 'all-for-one' angle to generate some profits for the club to make up for what we are missing out on today," Kyoya admitted.

"Really?" Tamaki's eyes widened. "You actually thought that idea of mine was good?"

Kyoya nodded. "I still intend to use it."

"Oh… but… then… all the other things you did…"

"I didn't do it for profit," was the soft reply. "There is no real monetary benefit the Otori estate would gain from helping the Hitachin, because the businesses do not really complement each other – health and management versus the fashion industry – unless we want them to design new nurses uniforms."

Tamaki smiled a bit. "Then why did you do it?"

"For the personal satisfaction of helping a friend."

The blond frowned then. "I should go and drag that wretch back here and have him apologize."

"Leave him alone, Tamaki. Hikaru's already beating himself up for what happened to Kaoru, and he's going to have a rough time ahead of him. His anger was simply mis-placed, leave it at that."

Kyoya took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose to ease the pressure that had built up over the past few moments. Then, just as he was about to slip them on again, Tamaki's fingers intercepted them and carefully took them from his hands. Kyoya's eyebrow twitched.

"Then let Daddy give Mommy some comfort for all the harsh words that were said earlier," the blond said as he gently cupped his best friend's cheek in one hand, while slipping the folded glasses into their owner's pants' pocket with the other.

The vice-president felt he should protest, but Tamaki's touch was far too soothing to let him. Instead, he reached up and brushed some of the other boy's blond fringe out of his eyes. Tamaki did have such beautiful deep-blue eyes, probably got them from his mother, Kyoya mused.

"Mommy would like that, Daddy," he replied.

Tamaki scooted to the other end of the couch so that Kyoya could stretch out and rest his head on his lap. As soon as the dark-haired boy had done that, the blond began to gently massage his temples. Kyoya let out a small sigh of relief as he felt some of the pain alleviate.

"Why is Hikaru going to have a rough time?" Tamaki asked after a few moments of peaceful silence had passed. "Will Kaoru be alright?" When the other boy didn't answer right away, he thought he'd fallen asleep. "Kyoya?"

"Influenza varies from person to person," Kyoya replied quietly, giving a small moan of approval as Tamaki's hands moved down to his neck and shoulders. "Recovery depends on the strength of the individual to overcome the virus. Kaoru's been pushing himself lately – class exams and projects, club activities, his brother – he's probably not at his strongest, which is probably why he fell sick in the first place."

"So that means?" Tamaki slipped his hands under his friend's shirt so that he could get a firmer grip on the soft flesh as he rubbed.

Kyoya undid the top few buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie, to give the other easier access. "He could get worse before he gets better."

"We should tell Hikaru, see if he needs help." Tamaki's anger at the younger boy had dissipated on hearing this latest bit of information. He knew what it was like to worry for a sick loved-one.

"Let him cool off," Kyoya replied, in no mood to move any of his limbs at the moment. "I'll call him tomorrow."

"You're not afraid he'll yell at you again?"

"Sick or not, I believe Kaoru will still have a sobering effect on his twin."

"You're probably right," Tamaki replied, then as an after-thought, he added. "Have you seen Haruhi today?"

"She went off with Hikaru to see how Kaoru is," Kyoya said calmly.

The hands froze on his skin as Tamaki sat up straight.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner!"

"You didn't ask."

"What if our darling daughter gets hurt!" the blond sighed as he leaned back again. "Such a brave girl." Kyoya nudged him to set his hands in motion again, but he was still fretting. "What if she catches what Kaoru's having and falls sick too!"

"I've heard commoners are more resistant to falling ill because of their laborious lifestyles. It builds their immune systems. So you needn't worry about Haruhi." Kyoya nudged him again. "Now please, do continue."

Tamaki sighed with a fond smile and appeased him. "So what do I get out of this, hmm Mommy?"

The other boy smiled back. "Well, since Daddy has been such a good boy today, what would he like?"

The blond grinned charmingly. "You could return the favor." His blue eyes danced invitingly.

"With or without interest?" Kyoya asked, already reaching up to un-button Tamaki's shirt.

"I'll collect the interest another day."

"We have a deal then."

The dark-haired boy sat up and let the other lean back against him, combing his fingers through his blond hair before moving his hands beneath his shirt, to rub shoulders that were just one shade fairer than his. Tamaki relaxed in his friend's arms and let another moment of peaceful silence pass before he broke it again.

"What will we do if he gets worse?"

"We'll worry about it if it happens, hmm?" Kyoya murmured soothingly into his ear.

Tamaki nodded, content to leave it at that for now.

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A/N: Any technical glitches you experienced on ch 5 were probably due to the power-outages on ffnet and were no fault of mine...

so did anyone catch the "all-for-one, one-for-all" reference? if not... a probable reason for why Tamaki came up with the idea is because the phrase comes from the story of the Three Musketeers by French author Alexander Dumas.

apologies for this chapter being relatively short compared to the others, but real life issues called and i had no choice... rest assured the next chapter will be longer, and yes, Kaoru will be in it... so please be patient, it will be up soon. till then, enjoy this one...