"C'mon, Kyoya! Let's race!" Tamaki exclaimed, poking his calm best friend. Kyoya pushed up his glasses before returning to writing in his notebook.

"I'd rather not. I've been a bit sick, Tamaki." He replied, barely blinking. The scratching sound of Kyoya's pen against the paper continued.

"Please? Is it 'cause you're gonna lose?" The extravagant blond teased. The scratching stopped, and Kyoya's hand shot out, punching Tamaki's shoulder.

"No. It's because I don't want to. Would you please shut up?" He half smirked, watching the other boy roll on the ground, complaining loudly. Kyoya returned to his notebook without a second thought.

To the raven haired boy's surprise, Tamaki leapt to his feet, and ripped Kyoya's notebook from his hands, sprinting away at top speed.

"Run, Kyoya!" Tamaki giggled like a child, waving the black book in the air.

"You…" A lot of… descriptive words ran through the Ootori's mind, but he opted against them, in favour of chasing blindly after the blonde.

"Tamaki, this isn't funny!" He yelled, easily leaping over benches and other miscellaneous objects in pursuit of his foolish friend.

"I'll kill him." He muttered darkly.

Unfortunately, Tamaki showed no sign of slowing down, and Kyoya could feel his chest tightening up.

"Tamaki!" He yelled, slowing a little. Tamaki grinned, waving the book again.

"Really!" He called, starting to struggle. He paused, trying to catch his breath.

From his pocket, he retrieved something, gasping and coughing a little. Kyoya clutched the little piece of plastic tightly. He brought the device to his lips and inhaled sharply. He started to concentrate on his breathing, which is not exactly the easiest thing to do, considering the panicking blonde next to him.

"Kyoya? Kyoya you're gonna be okay!" Tamaki exclaimed, rushing around unnecessarily.

The raven haired boy continued to wheeze, and sat down. By now, his bodyguards were concerned. "Sir? Are you alright? Do you want us to do something?" Hotta asked anxiously. Kyoya nodded.

Shaky hands retrieved a cell phone from his pocket, and punched in three numbers, passing it to the employee.

Moments later, an ambulance stamped with Kyoya's last name was pulling up. He was led into the truck, and wheezing heavily, put on an oxygen tank.

Tamaki was not exactly helping. "Kyoya!" He whined, frustrated and worried for his friend. "I'm sooooo sorry! I never should have taken your notebook! I never should have bothered you I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He rambled on, top speed. He was replied with only coughs and a glare.

"Please get better fast! Here! Take it back! See? I won't ever steal it again, promise!" Tamaki fussed. A stronger glare was the reply. Kyoya continued to cough and wheeze, but it was starting to ease up, as they pulled into the hospital, and he was wheeled into an emergency room.

Kyoya continued to cough, breathing through the oxygen tank, until a doctor came in, staring widely at his chart.

Don't you just hate it when your boss's son walks in and it's up to you to save his life?

"Kyoya! Don't worry, the doctor is here now, you're gonna be okay, don't worry Kyoya, it'll all be fine!" Tamaki continued.

"I… can see him… Moron." Kyoya replied, struggling to get the breath in between words.

Tamaki was nodding anxiously. "Good! Good! Don't worry, it'll all be fine!" He continued.

The doctor coughed. "Ah, sir, if you can't restrain yourself, for the sake of Mr. Ootori's health, I'll have to ask you to remove yourself from this room…" He murmured quietly. Tamaki froze, shutting up instantly, and allowing the doctor to do his analysis.

Unfortunately for Kyoya, that didn't stop Tamaki from latching onto his hand.

"Ah… Chronic asthma… Well, you already seem to be calming down a good deal…" The doctor murmured.

The shadow king nodded. "Yes… A few more minutes… With oxygen…" He choked out. "And then I'll… need to rest a little." He finished.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, we'll have you stay for a while, to make sure it's completely under control. Would you like some water, sir?" He offered. Kyoya nodded, and Tamaki leapt to his feet once more.

"I can get it!" He exclaimed, rushing over to get the drink.

Kyoya inwardly groaned, but the doctor had already left, having other patients to attend to.

"Here!" Tamaki thrust the water at his best friend, spilling a bit on the other boy's clothes.

"Thanks." Kyoya replied, sarcasm slipping through a little.

"Are you okay?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya glared back. "I'm recovering from almost dying. Yes, Tamaki. I am swell." He replied.

The blonde's shoulders drooped. "I said I was sorry." He muttered.

"Just listen, when I say no, okay?" Kyoya replied. "My cold from earlier made my asthma worse, in case you're wondering. That's why I didn't want to run." He explained, pulling off the oxygen mask and turning off the tank. He leaned back in the hospital bed.

"It's not that complicated a concept." He added.

"So… If you didn't have a cold… you'd race me?" Tamaki grinned widely.

"I never said that."

"But you will!" Tamaki exclaimed gleefully. "On the track! We will race, Kyoya! And then, the winner has to buy the loser ice cream!"

"I don't really like ice cream." Kyoya replied, his emotionless tone and facial expression returning.

"Well… Then we'll pick a different prize, but you're gonna race me!" Tamaki smiled widely.

Kyoya frowned. "I don't want to race you, moron. Would you please shut up?" He asked, pushing up his glasses.

What loving friends.