Yuki was late to the host club. And just how Kyoya predicted, she was sick. Haruhi and Tamaki were back and Yuki knew not to press them about the day before. Apparently, there was a costume shipping error and they were supposed to be Greek gods.

The host club were in their usual poses when Yuki entered. They were about to do the usual greeting, but stopped short when they realized it wasn't a guest.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Yuki huffed. She had ran there and was breathless, which was strange. Yuki was very athletic and the distance from her classroom to Music Room Three wasn't big. And, she was freezing cold. It was still very warm outside, but it felt like the school decided to turn down the temperature to "Skinny Dipping in Antarctica."

"Why are you late?" The twins asked. "We left about the same time."

"I had to run to the bathroom. I told you I would catch up. But I was running and I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath and I..had a bit of a coughing fit..." She explained growing quieter and quieter. She sneezed and shivered.

"Are you feeling okay, Yuki-chan? Do you want some cake?" Hunny offered.

"No thanks. But I appreciate the offer." Yuki smiled. "I have work to do anyway." That was directed right to Kyoya. Even though his back was to her, she could tell he was rolling his eyes.

The guests began to arrive. Yuki kept on sneezing and had another coughing fit.

"Yuki." Kyoya called. Yuki ignored him. He scowled and dragged her into the dressing room in the back.

"Why do Yuki-kun and Kyoya-senpai always go in the back together?" One of Yuki's regulars asked. The rest of the host club froze as a silence settled across the room. No one had an answer. Tamaki, the twins, Hunny, and Mori all turned to Haruhi for an answer.

"Will you girls all eat cake with me? I have no one to eat it with except Usa-chan. I'm so lonely." Hunny asked, his eyes teary and big.

"Awww! Of course we will!" All of the girls in the room fawned over Hunny as Mori passed out slices of cake.

Back to Yuki and Kyoya:

"Yuki, I told you that you would get sick. Next time, use your head." Yuki sneezed, and then just glared. Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, getting a headache from her. "I can't risk you getting our valuable customers getting sick too and then our profits will decrease. Go home."

Yuki crossed her arms across her chest but did not move. Well, except she could not control her terrible shivers. Kyoya gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists.

"You stubborn bitch." He growled.

"You insensitive, manipulative bastard." She coughed. He pounded his fist against the door above Yuki's head.

"So you speak." He growled.

"So do you." They had a stare down. Suddenly, Kyoya placed a hand on Yuki's forehead.

"Yuki, you need to take better care of yourself. You are burning up."

"Oh, look at me. I'm Kyoya and I'm too cool to face forward when I greet guests as a group." She said, mocking his voice and everything. Kyoya found such great amusement in this, which only frustrated Yuki even more. She pulled her head away from his hand that he didn't remove. She started coughing again and he sighed. Yuki turned on her heel. "Fine. You want me to go, I'll go. My debt can't get any worse than it is already. Tell my clients that I sincerely apologize and I will make it up to them soon."

"Yuki." She ignored him and flung open the door. She sneezed, but grabbed her bag and said her goodbyes to everyone. Afterwards, she swiftly left.

"I wanted to ask you something." Hazuki announced as she entered Yuki's bedroom holding a steaming hot bowl of soup. Yuki blew her nose out and tossed the tissue into the trash. Her nose was red but that was the most color she had on her face. Her shivers didn't go away either when she went home.

"What?" Yuki coughed. Hazuki handed her the bowl and soup. "Thanks." Hazuki had called over her personal chef to cook for Yuki while Hazuki visited. Yuki blew softly to cool down the soup and then she began to eat it.

"When I leave to America, will you come with me and daddy?" Yuki swallowed her soup and sighed.

"Hazuki, we've been over this. I can't and don't want to leave. My family's here. I'm stuck in a debt." Yuki replied, eating more soup.

"They can come too. Daichi, Michio, and Akina are family to me too."

"What about mom?"

"She's in jail."

"Why doesn't dad bail her out?"

"They're divorced, Yuki. Do you really think he wants to bail her out?"

"He left her with four kids! It's the least he could do." Yuki pointed out.

"She was so mean and cruel to you. Didn't she beat you? Didn't she pull a knife on you? Doesn't she spend all of her money on beer and cigarettes? Doesn't she favor Daichi and Michio and Akina over you?"

"Yeah. But Hazuki, she's still our mom. Our relationship is strained, yes, but I can't leave her. She told me that she was scared of being alone." Hazuki sighed.

"There's so much more opportunity in the United States, Yuki! You can get help from my tutor there and dyslexia won't be a problem for you." Hazuki tried.

"I'm doing fine now." Yuki said.

"That's because I'm doing your homework." Hazuki pointed out. Yuki groaned.

"Technicality." Hazuki giggled, but then shook her head.

"Daddy can pay off your debt for you." Hazuki added.

"Even if there was no debt, I can't leave Kyoya." Yuki protested.

"But you guys are in a fight. He's not being very nice to you now, right?" Hazuki knew Yuki's response before she even said it.

"I can't be without him..." She whispered and then started having a coughing fit. "He's a jackass...but I really really like him. I've never felt so strongly for anyone..." Hazuki started laughing. "What?"

"Oh, I'm not laughing at you. Honestly." Yuki gave her twin a puzzling look. "I'm laughing at myself, really. I'm so jealous of you."

"Why? You don't have a problem with dyslexia. You live a life of luxury. You are very smart. You are so pretty." Yuki coughed.

"But I don't have what you have with Kyoya-senpai. You two have something really special. There's such obvious passion and affection and attraction. I see the way you look at him, and he looks at you. I really hope you two don't give up on each other and stay together."

"We've only been going out for a week!" Yuki sneezed. Hazuki rolled her eyes.

"Time doesn't matter." Yuki pondered on her words as she finished her soup. The soup was hot, but she was shivering uncontrollably. Hazuki pressed the back of her hand against Yuki's forehead and cheek. "You're fever isn't getting any better."

"I can't stop shivering. I'm so cold, Hazuki." Yuki grumbled.

"I'll run to see if daddy has anything. I'll be right back." Hazuki left with her personal chef. Yuki blew her nose and tossed out the tissue. Yuki trembled horribly as she buried herself in her covers. She felt so rotten. She was cold and she couldn't stop sneezing and coughing and sniffling and blowing her nose.

Yuki heard the door open and close. Was Hazuki back already? No. Those weren't her footsteps. Those footsteps could only belong to...

Kyoya sat on the edge of Yuki's bed near her head. Yuki pretended she didn't notice him.

"Yuki." She rolled over so her back is to him. "I'm sorry." Yuki sat up. He had her full attention.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you have an ear infection too." He groaned. Yuki giggled.

"No. I'm sure I don't." She assured. He rested his forehead against Yuki's. Her face flustered and turned bright red.

"You still have a fever. But I'm not sure if you're hot because you have a fever, or because you're blushing." He smirked, their faces inches apart. Yuki blushed a deeper shade out of embarrassment. Kyoya wrapped his arms around Yuki.

"I can't stop shivering." She said. Kyoya pulled her closer and she rested her head against his chest. Yuki relaxed into him, and she began to feel warm for the first time today. Slowly, her shivers disappeared.

Kyoya tilted Yuki's face up towards him and pressed his lips softly against hers. Yuki's face flushed, but she returned his kiss. It couldn't have been more right. The kiss deepened and blossomed into another make out session.

"You're going to sick too." Yuki breathed when they broke away, but Kyoya rested is forehead on hers.

"I have a strong immune system." He reassured, and then they were back to kissing like the hormonal teenagers they are.