Hello all! I am so sorry that I have not posted in a while! I've been in something of a slump...but I've made my comeback!

I hope you enjoy this chapter of HSII! Thank you again to all of my wonderful reviewers and favoriters! You all give me the strength to continue writing this story!

Enjoy!

Previously...

By the time he reached the top of the hill, he was gasping, out of breath, soaked to the bone, and in massive pain.

"H-Haru-Haruhi!" He called with much difficulty.

A flash of lightning illuminated the gazebo, and he saw a small form crumpled under one of the far benches.

"K-Kyoya!" Haruhi seemed extremely surprised and slightly horrified.

Seeing her in one piece and healthy, albeit drenched to the bone and sobbing, Kyoya managed a small smile before collapsing to the floor of the gazebo.

And now...

Haruhi

"Kyoya!" Haruhi rushed to his side only to cringe into him as a rumble of thunder shook the tiny gazebo. "Kyoya, please wake up! Please!"

Kyoya remained still. Haruhi's hands immediately flew to Kyoya's neck, checking his pulse. She sighed in relief when she found it was still present.

"Kyoya...why did you come here? What the fuck were you thinking?!" Haruhi chastised his unmoving body.

"Come on, Kyoya...don't do this to me..." She suddenly deflated, her anger being replaced by worry and fear. "Please...don't leave me..."

She began to sob as all thoughts of the storm disappeared. Kyoya was laying right in front of her, and until the storm let up, Haruhi couldn't do anything about it. She hoped that he had brought a car and hadn't been a complete idiot and walked.

With difficulty, Haruhi dragged Kyoya's trembling form further into the gazebo and leaned against one of the benches. Her butt was getting cold from the floor of the gazebo, and she was suddenly aware of just how cold she was. She was shivering violently, her teeth chattering to some unknown rhythm.

"P-Please, M-M-Mom...don't take him f-from me..." She stuttered, pulling Kyoya closer to her and resting his head on her chest.

Haruhi could feel his warm breath tickling her collarbone, and she faintly smiled as she thought about what a lucid Kyoya would think if he saw their current position.

That was the last coherent thought Haruhi had before falling into a slumber, waiting for the rain to stop.

Kyoya

Kyoya woke up feeling wet yet warm. Where was he?

Opening his eyes, Kyoya instantly remembered. He had gone to find Haruhi in the middle of a storm. He vaguely remembered dismissing his driver, not knowing how long it would take. It looked as though it was nearing night time, but he could not be sure.

His wounds still ached something fierce, and he knew he needed to get back to the hospital, if only to satiate the worries of the people who cared about him. He went to push away from his cushion only to find that it was also soaking wet and more…mushy than soft. Haruhi!

Kyoya sat up, ignoring his wounds' screaming protests, and looked at Haruhi's sleeping face. Her teeth were chattering every time she exhaled, and he noticed the faint remnants of tear tracks on her cheeks. Her lips were pale blue, and Kyoya suddenly remembered that she had left her rain coat in his hospital room in her haste to leave, so her clothing was still drenched. The coat he was wearing was hers…And as he looked down at himself, he felt a hot blush make its way to his cheeks. He was wearing nothing but hospital pants and a woman's thick, warm, rain jacket.

"Haruhi…?" Kyoya asked hesitantly, shaking her shoulder. When she did not respond, he became slightly frantic. "Haruhi! Wake up."

"Hmm…K-Kyoya?" She asked groggily, unable to keep her jaw from shaking.

Kyoya made to give her the jacket, but she blushed profusely and turned away. He looked down and almost smacked himself. He was bare-chested, as his wounds ensured that the hospital staff could not put a shirt on him.

"K-Kyoya…w-we need t-to g-get back." Haruhi remarked.

Kyoya nodded lightly before standing up shakily. He reached down to help Haruhi up, but she seemed unable to even sit upright, let alone stand. Nevertheless, he tried to get her to stand. In his foggy mind, it made sense to him that they could make it to the hospital if they leaned against each other and limped at the same pace. Yep. Total sense.

"Haruhi…you need to come with me…we both need…some help." He tried to reason with her, but he knew that Haruhi desperately wanted to get back to the hospital, so reasoning with her was just a waste of breath.

"I-I'm s-s-so c-c-cold." Haruhi managed, not able to meet his eyes.

"Baka, you left…your coat in…my room." He caught Haruhi's wince when he called her 'baka' and instantly felt bad. "Haruhi…I'm sorry…I didn't mean…any of it."

"It-It's okay…" Haruhi was still shivering violently. Kyoya found it almost ironic that, less than a month ago, she had almost died from being too warm.

He figured that it was pointless to waste his energy in remaining standing, so he sat beside Haruhi and wrapped her in an awkward side-hug. She responded, whether because she was seeking warmth or because she forgave him, eagerly and turned into the hug.

"So I think...it might be for the...best if we just...wait for someone to...find us. They've got to be...at least worried..." Kyoya breathed.

He was finding it harder to reign in the groans of pain he so desperately wanted to emit. The wounds littering his body were getting worse with each second.

Haruhi

Haruhi couldn't seem to stop shaking, but it wasn't even that cold out. She shuddered violently once more before letting out a mighty sneeze. There it was…she had gone and gotten sick because she really was a baka…Kyoya had been right about her all along.

Speaking of Kyoya…if Haruhi had not been so angry and had just stayed with him, he would be laying comfortably in a hospital bed. She watched him wince and knew she was entirely to blame.

"Kyoya…y-you know it's okay…" Haruhi spoke after an uncomfortable silence gripped the couple.

He shot her a questioning look.

"W-Weakness. Pain…"

Kyoya's eyes widened, and Haruhi almost smiled. He had told her once that she was the only person who could understand him, and she now had proof.

"I'll be okay…" He sounded so weak. Haruhi hated seeing him like this. He was the Shadow King. He didn't let anything faze him. He was impervious to everything.

As soon as that thought invaded her brain, she felt his arm leave her shoulders and saw him crumple over in pain.

"Kyoya! Hang in there. We'll be out of here in no time. Someone has to be missing us…" Haruhi wished she had hung on to her cell phone. Even if she found it again, it would probably be waterlogged.

Kyoya

Kyoya knew Haruhi was doing her best to comfort him. She looked like Hell warmed over, and he knew that the stress, lack of sleep, and lack of food was probably catching up to her.

As he hunched over on the floor of the gazebo, he could not help but admire Haruhi's ever-present optimism. It amazed him that she could still be semi-positive after everything that had happened.

Another wave of pain seared through his body, and he let a moan of agony escape his lips. It felt as though every wound he had ever gotten was somehow opening up again.

He could not help but hate himself at this moment. If he had just let Haruhi get her point across and not been so one-sided about the whole affair, the two of them could be huddled together on a hospital bed, warm and dry. Kyoya mentally cursed himself; he was the baka in this relationship. Haruhi was…well, Haruhi was Haruhi. She was smart, talented, caring…and Kyoya…Kyoya was a complete and utter baka.

As he got angrier, his wounds pulsed more painfully. Kyoya was angry at himself, at Kai, at Haruhi…but mostly just himself.

"Kyoya!" Haruhi's voice broke through the pain. "Kyoya, breathe!"

He had not realized that, during his angry musings, he had begun to hyperventilate. As Kyoya became aware of this and tried to calm his breathing, his pain began to dull. It was still there, still prodding him with a hot iron, but it was not as bad. Thoroughly exhausted, he sat himself back and put his head on Haruhi's shoulder.

Kyoya could still feel Haruhi shaking. The heat that radiated off of her neck told him that she had, in fact, gotten sick. Baka! Kyoya cursed to himself again. If only he hadn't blown up.

"Haruhi…I'm…I'm sorry." Kyoya mumbled for the millionth time.

"Kyoya…It-It's al-alright." Haruhi's hands came up to cup his face, and he felt her lips on his forehead. She patted her lap, and Kyoya took it as a cue to lay down.

Now, had it been anybody else, Kyoya would have fired them, buried them alive with two tons of wired TNT, fed their pieces to a freakin' shark with a freakin' laser beam attached to its head, then buried the shark's excrement at the bottom of the deepest hole in the known universe.

But since it was his Haruhi motioning for him to lay his head in her lap, he took advantage of the moment. He turned so that he was laying on his side, but he was facing her stomach, rather than the outside world.

As he lay there, he felt Haruhi's slim fingers running through his hair, and he knew in that moment that Haruhi could never be replaced. No one knew how to understand him quite like she did. She knew what he needed and when, and he could not have been any more content than he was at that moment. Though...he continued to muse that if the two of them were in this position, but both of them were healthy, dry, and warm, he would possibly never move again. He loved the way her fingers threaded through his hair, stopping every so often to massage his scalp. He loved the small, loving smile she sent him every time he took a peek at her fevered face.

Kyoya gave a contented sigh, and all thoughts of his injuries washed away. That is until he heard the voices.

"There they are!"

"Oh, Kami! Thank goodness!"

"I'm so going to kill that boy..."

"What the..."

Just great...intrude on his Haruhi-time...

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P.S. I already have the next chapter ready to go...it's a long one though...and I don't want to overwhelm the lot of you!

Until then!

Ja ne!