Hey all! So...a lot has been happening in my area lately...a family from my hometown passed away in what we hope was a tragic accident...then the bombings and the shootings and...just a lot...

So this chapter is dedicated to the many lives lost in the past week. R.I.P. everyone...

I know it seems like a strange thing to do, dedicate a chapter of this odd story to these people, but I don't know what else to do...

Either way, you all continue to make me so happy! Your reviews keep me smiling every day and I look forward to reading every one of them!

(Just a quick update: I earned A's on all of my exams that I was studying for during the past few chapters!)

Enjoy this chapter!

Previously...

"I don't see why not." He answered. "On one condition."

"And that would be..."

"Bring me some real food?"

Haruhi laughed loudly. "This is your hospital! Why don't they serve better food?"

Kyoya looked at her sourly. "Money."

"Of course..." Haruhi replied with a smile. "But what's in it for me?"

And now...

Kyoya

Kyoya looked at her in shock. He was really rubbing off on her...or so he would like to think.

"You'll see..." He answered, trying to sound mischievous. In reality, he had no idea how to answer her...the tables were turned for once, and he didn't like it one bit.

"I don't know what to make tonight, dear." She whined as she leaned closer to him.

Their lips were almost touching when they heard a squeal from behind them. "Eww! Do adults always have to be this gross?!" Isamu asked covering his eyes.

Kyoya chuckled, giving Haruhi a quick peck on the lips and earning a groan from Isamu. "That wasn't an invitation!"

Kyoya watched Haruhi walk over to Isamu and pick him up before giving him a peck on the cheek. The boy's face turned bright red at the contact and he began squirming in her arms.

"Nasty! Slobbery kisses! Eww!" Haruhi let the boy go and sat back next to Kyoya.

"I think he's more like…if you and Tamaki-senpai had a lovechild." She whispered, watching the boy throw a hissy fit.

"Somebody heeeeeelp! The kisses…they…they're too much! What a world…what a world…" Isamu collapsed dramatically into a puddle on the floor.

Kyoya deadpanned, realizing that Haruhi was probably correct in her observation.

"Isamu," Kyoya called, "if you die, who's going to go home with Haruhi and make sure she stays safe?"

The boy cracked one eye open and glared before mumbling, "You mean who's going to go home with Haruhi and make sure she brings you back some yummy food."

Haruhi snorted with laughter, and Kyoya glared at her. It seemed as though his glare did nothing to deter her, though, and he soon gave up.

"That too…" Dirty little brat…

Kyoya felt Haruhi relax into his arms. He smiled lightly and nuzzled his face into her hair. A weight on the end of the bed forced him to look up. It seemed as though Isamu was feeling lonely and wanted to join the pair. He crawled across the bed and looked at Kyoya with pleading eyes. Kyoya looked away before grumbling childishly, "You made fun of me."

Isamu seemed to take his joking seriously and looked as though he would cry at any moment. "I'm sorry…I was just trying to be funny…"

Don't look back. He'll be whipping out the puppy dog eyes…make him think you're mad at him…just a minute long-

That was it. Kyoya accidentally glanced back at the young boy. Indeed, he had pulled out the old puppy dog eyes. Dammit…he was no match against the cuteness…

Kyoya's face softened as he nodded his assent. Isamu's face instantly brightened, and he practically jumped Kyoya and Haruhi.

"Ne, Haruhi? You've been awfully quiet…what's wrong?" Isamu asked, looking over from his comfortable spot in front of the pair.

Kyoya jostled the woman lightly and received only light snores in return. He remembered that she had been napping before the rude nurse had literally thrown her off of him. A scowl adorned his features once more as he thought of firing the woman. If Haruhi didn't want her to be fired, then he would not push for it. But the woman would be reprimanded for her actions.

Kyoya put a finger to his lips and looked at Isamu. "She's had a long day. I think we should let her take a nap."

Isamu's face grew thoughtful as he nodded and hopped off the bed.

"Wait, Isamu, where-"

"I'll be right back, Mr. Kyoya. Keep your panties on!" Isamu pouted. This kid was definitely not as young as he claimed to be…

Isamu left the room, leaving Kyoya in silence. Kyoya looked at his girlfriend. She was his angel, his everything. Even though she was forced to wear that hideous cream puff of a dress, Kyoya had to admit to himself that she was still beautiful to him. He would have a difficult time keeping the other men off of her at school; that was for sure. But if it meant that he could stay with her and keep her as his, Kyoya would do anything.

Haruhi shifted in her sleep and sighed adorably. Kyoya brushed some of her hair out of her face and gazed at her. Moments like this made him question how he could have been so cold to her before. Now, as he gazed at the love of his life, Kyoya realized that Haruhi and Isamu were some of the only people who would get to see his true colors on a day-to-day basis.

The door opened again, and in walked Isamu. He was carrying a book of plain paper and some crayons. He sat in the comfy chair across the room and set his crayons to the side. Isamu pulled a fat pencil out from behind his ear and began to write on the paper. The only sound in the room was the scratching of the pencil against the paper and Isamu's sporadic grumbles. Isamu had his tongue sticking partially out of the side of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Kyoya whispered.

Isamu pulled his tongue back in to answer, "You'll see!" Sticking his tongue back out, he narrowed his eyes and continued to scratch away at the paper.

An hour later, Haruhi was still out and Isamu had angrily thrown five or six pieces of paper away. He was mumbling about his creation being perfect. Kyoya, though thoroughly amused by the boy's actions, was more focused on Haruhi. It must have been a very long day for her to just pass out like she had and still be out.

"Haruhi?" He shook her form lightly. The only response she gave was a low moan and a slight shift of her body. Kyoya checked her forehead and found it warm with fever.

"Haruhi?" He tried again.

"Nngh…Kyoya? What's wrong?" Her gravelly voice answered him.

"You're a bit warm, and you seem a little pale. I thought you might like to drink something? You can go back to sleep once you're done." As he spoke, Kyoya reached to his side table, where a pitcher and a full glass of water stood ready.

Haruhi took the glass and sucked down a few gulps of water before passing it back to him. Kyoya saw the exhaustion creeping in again and pressed Haruhi's head back onto his chest.

"What happened today that's got you so overworked?" He asked, not expecting an answer.

"School…hospital…mean lady…" Haruhi mumbled tiredly.

"I thought we'd talked about this…you get sick when you stress yourself for too long." Kyoya sighed, gently stroking Haruhi's hair.

"Sorry…"

"Don't apologize, Haruhi. It's a little fever at this point, nothing to even write home about."

Haruhi did not answer him, and Kyoya assumed she was out again. That is until…

"FINALLY!" Isamu screeched from across the room.

Kyoya glared at the boy and shushed him. Isamu looked back at Kyoya sheepishly before walking over to the bed.

"I finished my artwork…" He grumbled cutely as he stuck out his bottom lip and dug his toes into the ground.

Kyoya could not help but smile at the boy's attitude. "Well? Let's see it!" He whispered, half-excitedly.

Isamu beamed and turned his drawing paper around. Kyoya had to keep himself from cracking up at the boy's expense.

"It is very nice, Isamu." Kyoya told him. "What is it of?"

"You and Haruhi…I thought you might like a picture of the two of you together." He answered, shyly looking away.

Haruhi stirred in his arms, and Kyoya soothed her by rubbing her back. He turned his attention back to Isamu and his drawing before sighing lightly.

"It is beautiful, Isamu. I am sure that Haruhi will love it as soon as she lays eyes on it.

Haruhi

Haruhi stirred once more, still feeling Kyoya's strong arms around her. She felt so incredibly hot, and a headache was brewing behind her forehead. Groaning slightly, she opened her eyes to find Kyoya's dark ones staring back at her.

"You okay, Haruhi?" He asked, clearly concerned for her well-being.

She nodded in response before sitting up. Quickly, she realized her mistake as a dose of head rush smacked into her. She shook her head and turned to face the other soul present in the room.

"Hello, Isa-chan! How are you today?" Haruhi asked, hating how tired her voice sounded.

"I'm super awesome! Look, Haruhi! I drew you and Kyoya a picture!" Isamu proudly displayed the piece of paper to her.

Haruhi took it and smiled lightly. "Isa-chan, it's beautiful! Is this Kyoya?"

Isamu nodded eagerly. "Guess who the one in the yellow dress is!"

"Is it...hm...you?"

The young boy pouted, crossing his arms across his chest. "Nooo! How could it be me? Boys don't wear dresses!"

Boy was Isamu in for a surprise when they got home that night.

"Is it...Kyoya's evil twin?" She asked, a smirk playing on her lips. Haruhi felt Kyoya squeeze her middle as though daring her to continue in that direction.

"No! Do you give up?" Isamu had a childish spark in his eyes.

Haruhi sighed. "Yes...I give up."

The boy grinned at her before climbing onto the bed and into her lap. "Well, that's you, and that's Kyoya...and you were sleeping on him. I thought it looked pretty, so I wanted to draw it." He explained, pointing at various points on the page.

The drawing was just about as adorable as they came. Haruhi's body was a curved triangle with two sticks poking out from the bottom and the sides near the top. Her head was a lumpy circle with a brown tuft on top, and two horizontal lines represented her closed eyses. A pink smile adorned the figure's face, and Haruhi turned her attention to the other figure on the page. Drawing-Haruhi was resting on a large rectangle with a round head and glasses. A patch of dark hair topped off what Haruhi assumed to be Drawing-Kyoya. His eyes were also closed, and a red smile stretched across his face. Underneath the drawn couple was a block, which Haruhi took to be their bed. Isamu had also included what Haruhi guess was his "signature," a small scribble after a letter 'I' at the bottom of the page.

"So where are you on this picture, Isa-chan?" Haruhi asked, looking away from the page.

"I didn't think I should be in it. I'm not as cute as you..." He replied, blushing furiously and looking down.

Haruhi chuckled lightly and felt a cool glass being thrust into her hands once more.

"How do you feel, Haruhi?" Kyoya asked, tearing her away from her conversation with Isamu.

"Still a little warm…but that nap was wonderful…" Haruhi answered after gulping the water down.

Kyoya smiled at her. "I'm glad."

Haruhi returned the smile before glancing at the clock. "Oh no! Isa-chan! If we want to check you out of this place today, it has to get done now!"

Isamu stared blankly for a moment as though processing the fact that he was going to a warm, comforting home…then he snapped into action, quickly saluting Haruhi and gathering up his things. Haruhi watched the boy organize his art supplies on the Kyoya's bedside table before marching over to her and grabbing her hand.

"Let's go home, Isa-chan." Haruhi whispered lovingly to the boy. She turned to Kyoya. "We'll be back later with some decent food, okay?"

She saw Kyoya's nearly-invisible pout and giggled quietly as she walked over to him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"But Haruhi…" He whined childishly as she pulled away.

"I said we would be back, Kyoya. You can wait like a good little boy, can't you?" She waggled her finger in his face.

"Yes, Mother-dearest."

"Now, Kyoya, don't sulk. It doesn't look good on you." Haruhi admonished him lightly.

"Hurry back?"

"Of course!" Haruhi answered. His looked momentarily lost. Haruhi did not quite understand why, as she had been gone all day already and…oh. She hadn't had much time with him today, and he was feeling the effects.

"I'll be back as soon as possible, Kyoya." She told him as she kissed him deeper.

"AHEM!" Isamu yelled. He was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. "You adults…always smooching…"

Haruhi chuckled and grabbed his hand. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

The pair walked to the desk to take care of what needed to be done.

Kyoya

Kyoya sat in his room, suddenly saddened. Haruhi was gone. Isamu was gone. He was alone…for the moment…

Since the attack, Kyoya had been…he wouldn't say scared, as Ootori's didn't do scared. He had been worried about being left alone. What if someone else came after him? What if Haruhi left and didn't come back because she had been taken? What if they were separated again?

These questions kept him up at night, and he silently cursed his own mind. He and Haruhi would be just fine. There was no longer a threat to his life, and he would even be able to leave the hospital in a couple of days. His eyes scanned the room, trying to find something to entertain himself with. Soon enough, they landed on a piece of paper at the far end of the bed, Isamu's drawing.

Kyoya reached for it and took it into his hands. He lightly traced the imperfect lines and smiled slightly. In the moments when he was alone, Kyoya allowed himself to show slight emotion. He could not remain an unfeeling robot all the time.

The picture was perfect in its imperfections. Kyoya grabbed Isamu's crayon box and pulled out a few select colors. He began to add to the picture in front of him, but as he lowered the crayon to the paper, he realized that this was Isamu's picture. Turning back to the art supplies beside him, Kyoya pulled out a fresh piece of paper and began drawing.

Awww! Some light-hearted family moments in this chapter...at least I think so...there will be more fluffy family moments to come! Maybe three or so more chapters before this piece is done!

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Until next time! :)