This is my writer's block update. Tell me if it sucks terribly. It's kind of supposed to be my little bit of darkness, but whatever. Enjoy! Reviews are always welcome.

Hani POV

Takashi and I get to school around an hour before it started, as we usually did. The snow had barely been disturbed by the lightning storm last night, but we were all afraid Haruhi had. She hadn't answered her cellphone, and the storm wasn't forecasted, so she had been caught by surprise.

We headed to Music Room Three, wondering if she'd holed herself up in one of the dressing rooms. When Takashi opened the door, I noticed how messy the room was. Haru-chan almost always volunteered to clean up, so she hadn't been there long before something distracted her.

"Taka, I'm so worried about her," I said, hugging myself.

"I know," he replied softly. After a minute, he continued, "We could clean in here. It would give us something to do."

"Alright. It was driving me crazy anyway," I said. We walked across the hall (read: hell) to the janitor's closet to try and find a vacuum cleaner. Takashi fiddled with the knob of the door for a while, eventually allowing it to click open. I was about to remark on how this was the only door in the school that behaved like that when I saw the presences in the closet. Kyo and Haru-chan sat entwined on the floor, both sets of eyes closed in sleep. Haru looked so peaceful; I was surprised she'd fallen asleep at all. Kyo held her carefully but lovingly, arms paused in the middle of stroking her back.

"They really are in love, aren't they?" I asked Takashi in a whisper.

"Yes, Mitsukune, I believe they are." I gave him a small smile, and then as quietly and slowly as I could, I got out the vacuum.

We entered the room again and started to clean, Takashi the couches and tables, and I the floors. Together, we finished in about twenty minutes. Afterward, Takashi and I curled up on the couch where Tama-chan normally sat. His hands were really big as they stroked my head. "I'm glad I have someone like you," he said simply.

"Someone like me?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You sustain me. I'll never be unhappy or lonely again, Mitsukune. You sustain my mind and my emotions, and you being near me comforts me like nothing else."

I felt my gaze grow very sad. "Takashi, you can see other people now. Just because you're worried about me and want to help me through everything doesn't mean we have to be attached at the hip. You need to branch out. I can't be the only thing sustaining you. It is not healthy to seclude yourself with just my company. I'm worried about you, Taka."

"I don't just have you. I have the twins and Tamaki and Haruhi." Takashi had a strange look on his face.

"But I'm the only one you really speak to!" My palms cupped his shoulders, my face turned up to his.

"Mitsukune, what are you saying?" he asked. His eyes burned with something desperate. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was frightening. I'd never seen him like this.

"We need to find others to be with. Like with the twins, we can't just rely on each other forever."

He didn't speak for several seconds, but then asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, Takashi, no. You've done nothing wrong," I reassured.

"Are you breaking up with me?" fell out of his mouth.

I said a bit too quickly, "Yes, if that will help you."

Takashi stood up slowly, like an old man with a failing back, pushing me off of his lap. Carefully, he leaned down to press a feather-light kiss on my cheek. "It starts now," he said, voice fading a little. "I'll take your advice."

Taka left Music Room Three with an almost silent step. I watched as he went, trying to recognize some sign he was alright, but he was far too good at hiding things from me. I heard him open the closet to put the vacuum and wake up Haru-chan. We'd established two weeks ago that it was incredibly bad to wake up Kyo-chan. I wondered if he had AB blood, like me.

I walked out of the clubroom before Takashi could come back in. Was I afraid of something? I truly had no idea.

Mori POV

"Can you carry him into the clubroom?" Haruhi whispered. "I don't want to wake him up." Her voice brimmed with tenderness as she ran her fingers over his face.

"Hm," I replied, carefully entangling Kyoya from her. He sighed sadly, still asleep, as if being separated from her pained him. I knew how that felt all too well. Haruhi watched him as a child watches their idol, and I felt a part of my heart break from observing them.

When we reached Music Room Three, I noticed that Mitsukune had vacated it. I wasn't sure how to interpret that. If he really had been nonchalant with us not dating, just being friends, he would have spoken with and seen me without any thought. The fact that Mitsukune wasn't there made me feel like he was serious.

Did I push him too far? Did I stupidly hurt him without knowing it? Did I do something wrong?

Haruhi POV

I gazed up at Mori's face. There was close to two decimeters of height difference between us, yet I could see a damning, crazy sadness in his eyes. What had happened to make Mori-senpai look like that?

I thanked him for carrying Kyoya, but he just nodded. Normally, he didn't speak much. but he would have at least given me a "You're welcome". Mori left me to wait for Kyo to wake up, an almost limp in his step. I didn't know what was going on, but for anybody, him especially, to display these signs was evident of something messed up. Next thing I knew, he'd probably collapse on the ground from dizziness or a broken bone.

I heard a thump outside the clubroom: a rather loud, big-person-falling-hard thump. A crack resounded through the mostly empty school. "You have got to be kidding me," I muttered, kissing Kyoya on the forehead and rushing to the hallway.

Mori didn't look like he'd ended up on the ground from a broken bone or dizziness. In his hands was clenched a yellow Post-it note. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, but no sound was coming out anyway. "Tell Mitsukune I'm sorry," he murmured before his eyes slipped shut.

Hani POV

I found myself looking for Takashi many times during the school day. As I sat in the very front of Room 3A, I had to look behind me to try and find him. But he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. No one knew where Takashi went; they all expected us to be together. It stung a little, being away from him.

At lunch, I exited the classroom quickly to go find Haru and ask where Takashi was. In fact, I ran into her on my way to Room 2A. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her normally calm composure was completely ruptured. "Hani-senpai, where have you been? We've been looking for you all day."

"What happened? What's wrong?" I felt a foreboding shadow come over me. It had everything to do with Takashi.

Haru-chan stared at me in surprise. "Mori slipped outside the clubroom and cracked his head really hard. Like blood all over head injury. He's in one of Kyo's hospitals right now, and they don't know what's wrong, but it looks like brain trauma. And," she could barely get the sentence out, "he hasn't woken up."

I put my head in my hands, attempting to keep my tears from coming out, but I failed entirely. "Senpai? He left something for you." On her fingers was a yellow sticky note. It read: Good luck on your finals! I'll always be here for you. I recognized it; I'd given it to him several months ago. And he still had it. He loved me more than I thought.

Kyoya POV

Haruhi came into the waiting room after lunch, Hani following along behind her. Both looked awful, but Hani seemed a bit murderous. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug, her long hair whooshing over my shoulders. "Thank you for taking Mori. It means so much."

"I would do anything to ease your mind. Anything. Even if it's going to a barely-funded hospital that my brother works at." She had a small smile on her face. Haruhi lightly kissed my collarbone and nestled her head in the crook of my neck. I stood there, holding her, until the twins ambushed her. She managed to keep us all together; it was one of the reasons I fell for her.

Hani was pacing back and forth with a vengeance, holding a Post-it note in his hands and muttering under his breath. No one could get close to him, not even Tamaki with his gentle voice. He appeared to be very angry, but I knew how he was really feeling, because I'd used anger to cover up ugly emotions many times. Hani was devastated, utterly devastated. He loved Mori the most out of all of us, and it was hitting him terribly hard. The door to Mori's room still hadn't opened yet.

Hours passed, it felt like, and I didn't bother to check my watch. Hikaru and Kaoru were curled up on one of the couches, sleeping. They had a habit of doing that, and it seemed more likely in a situation like this. Tamaki kept looking around, as if waiting for someone to show up. Hani hadn't stopped his constant pacing. Back and forth and back and forth and back. Haruhi and I were wide awake, perched on a chair, our legs forming a plus sign, Haruhi sitting on my lap. Her arms were curled around my neck, mine were embracing her waist. My eyes were closed, but my fast heartbeat let me know I was still awake. "We'll be okay," she whispered. I hoped so.

Hani POV

Everyone but Tama had fallen asleep, and I had stopped pacing for a bit. My forehead was in direct contact with the closed door that was Takashi's hospital room. I breathed against it, "I'll never leave you again. I will always be beside you." But he couldn't hear me.

That's my partially un-prewritten chapter. I hope it was worth reading. Sorry about the wait. It was Tennosuke's idea to do the hall/hell thing, but I ignored them the first time they edited. Here you go, Ten! Please review!