A/N: Sorry for the delay. Work has been killing me, lately. Thanks for your patience and thanks for the reviews! Sorry… I don't believe Kyouya is OOC. He's never really seen Tamaki like this before and he doesn't know what to do about it. The affection only comes about when he doesn't have any words.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters within it.

Hikaru Helps!

You think I may have my mother's disease? I thought it wasn't as common in males? It never crossed my mind I might get it, one day…

Hikaru Hitachiin watched as the doctor gave a simple wave and exited the room. He'd been jotting down notes on that iPad of his for about twenty minutes, now, long after he finished examining Tamaki.

In slow circles he rubbed the elder male's stomach, reaching down for the remote by his side to change the channel of the television in the room. This was not how he wanted to spend his day, but he supposed, he couldn't really complain. He didn't have to do his homework, since it was a weekday. And Tamaki wasn't pestering him since he fell asleep not too long ago…

With a snort and a chuckle, he shook his head at some fool on the television. It was one of those game show channels.

"Y'know, boss," he started quietly, still watching the show. "You'd probably like this." Hikaru smiled and glanced down at the blond, hand still moving to put pressure on the other's belly. "Is it weird I miss your voice?" Yeah. Definitely sounded cheesy.

With a press of a button, the television turned off.

"I'm still kinda mad at you. I mean, not that you're sick or whatever. It's just… not really fair…

"So many people care about you. You're nice to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. I know why Haruhi likes you and I don't wish your relationship any ill will, it's just…

"I never got a chance."

He sighed quietly, pressing his thumb above Tamaki's navel in slow sweeping motions.

"I'm so selfish. I know I am. I'm sorry."

Easily breaking the twin's train of thought, the King's cell began to ring and Hikaru turned slightly to reach over to the nightstand to answer it. Kyouya. Wonderful.

"'Ello."

"How're you feeling?"

Hikaru paused for a moment, then settled back into his original position. "This is Hikaru. Tono's sleeping. He said his stomach was in pain, so I started applying pressure and it put him out like a light."

Stomach pains, huh? "Hikaru. The doctor called me."

"What'd he say?"

"Tamaki's exhibiting symptoms of an autoimmune disease."

"Oh."

A very gloomy and somewhat awkward silence fell between the two of them. They knew what this would mean for everyone if the results were correct. What it would mean for Tamaki.

"Has… anyone told Haruhi?" Hikaru finally asked, voice a few octaves quieter than before. His eyes found the blond resting peacefully, eyes dropping to his chest to watch it rise and fall rhythmically.

"No." After only the briefest pause, he explained. "Tamaki told me not to. He doesn't want to burden her."

"So, we're keeping secrets from her, now?"

It was easy to sense the hostility in Hikaru's voice. A strange sense of territorial possessiveness rose at the end of his voice to connote the true intentions behind the question.

"Hikaru… he only wants to protect her. She has a lot on her plate. It's not like—"

"I don't care!" Immediately, the teen pushed off the bed, his hands shaking as he gripped the phone. "I don't… care."

Tamaki stirred slightly under the sheets, brow furrowing in sleep. Tugging at the covers, he pulled his knees to his chest.

"Don't get so upset. You have a right, but you need to calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do! What if he dies, Kyouya? What if he dies and no one tells Haruhi?"

"Hikaru!" The elder boy inhaled sharply, the other's words causing his heart rate to speed up and stop all at the same time. His tone turned to ice. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I-I'm sorry… I just…"

"Even…" Kyouya shook his head, closing his eyes. "Even if Tamaki is sick… I won't let him. I won't let him be. He isn't… There's nothing wrong. Okay?"

"You can't defy nature, Kyouya-senpai."

With an annoyed growl, Kyouya ran a hand through his hair. "You just watch me."

"Yeah." Yeah. Tamaki was going to be fine. Thinking on it more, perhaps it was best to keep this from Haruhi. Just seeing himself react so dramatically was scary. Even for him. "I… his temperature is one-oh-four. Should I try to give him some medicine?"

"It's higher than it was this morning…"

"I could give him an ice bath?"

Kyouya almost laughed, but his voice cracked at the very beginning, causing only the smallest dry huff-like sound to escape him. "Don't do that. We don't want to harm him any further."

"Well, can I give him a bath, anyway? Baths always help."

"Fine. Just be careful on the temperature. And be gentle with him."

"Awe. Mommy cares."

Rolling his eyes, the black-haired boy relaxed into his seat. "Whatever. I'm hanging up."

"Yeah. On Tamaki."

"…What?"

"Nothing. Aye aye, cap'n!"

Pressing the 'end' button on the King's phone, Hikaru placed the device on the nightstand and made his way to the bathroom. After adjusting the temperature to the perfect setting, he slipped back into Kyouya's room and pulled the covers off the blond.

"Hey, sleepy head. It's bath time." Tamaki didn't budge, but the twin began to unbutton the other's pajama top to help the other undress. "Seriously. You're like this giant baby everyone wants to coddle. At least make it easier for us by being coherent for it."

Grumbling in an only-half perturbed way, he slid the blond's arm (with some difficulty) out of the top, making ease on the other side. Tamaki squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost like he was in the middle of a good dream and he didn't want to wake up from it.

Almost like he was dreaming of Haruhi.

Hikaru paused. In only one second more, he took the King's shoulders and shook, but not completely violently. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" he pressed, finally stopping as Tamaki appeared to be quite awake.

"What? What!"

The two looked at each other for a long moment. Those blue eyes were definitely not previously dreaming of the sinfully beautiful girl they were both in love with. "I got a bath ready for you."

It was going to be a long day.