"Kaoru, did you hear something?" I mumbled, rolling over in the bed to look at the clock. It was three forty-seven in the morning. No wonder there was no light sneaking past the heavy drapes over our windows. After a week at Tamaki's place, I was hard pressed to do anything but sleep to block out the big old perv's rants about me abusing "his little girl".

"Wha…?" my brother answered. "No…I didn't hear anything."

"Huh. Could'a sworn I heard—" I mused, but cut myself off midsentence. It was very quiet, kind of muffled, and if I hadn't been paying attention, I would never have noticed it. A small squeak, or rather, a frightened cry.

"Heard what, Hikaru?" Kaoru mumbled, prodding me in the back. "I don't hear anything."

"Quiet," I said sharply. "Listen."

My brother sighed, but did as I asked. Just a few seconds later, another small sound came through our walls. I felt Kaoru stiffen behind me.

"Okay, that time I heard it," he acknowledged. "It's coming from Haruhi's room, isn't it?"

"I think it is," I agreed.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I wondered, in one of those rare moments where our minds weren't perfectly synchronized. Then again, it was too early to even get my own thoughts straight.

"Go check on her, moron!" Kaoru exclaimed, exasperated.

He planted a foot in my back, and gave me a hard shove. I tumbled out of the bed and onto the thickly carpeted floor, goosebumps erupting over my back skin when I left the warmth of the blankets for the cold air in the rest of the room. At least the floor wasn't hardwood. That could have hurt a little more.

"What was that for?" I groaned, clambering unsteadily to my feet.

"I thought it was obvious," Kaoru answered, rolling back over. "Put some pants on before you go over. She'll have a heart attack if she wakes up to you wearing nothing but your boxers."

"Whatever," I grumbled, but did as my twin suggested, snatching the jeans I had worn yesterday from the floor and jerking them on. I debated whether or not it would be worth the effort to brush my unruly red hair, and quickly ruled against it. It sounded like Haruhi was having a nightmare. I couldn't make her wait just so I could run a comb over my head.

The air in the hallway was colder than in the bedroom, but everything would feel cold to me after coming from a warm cocoon of blankets. Plus, I hadn't bothered to find a shirt, either.

I tried Haruhi's door, and was relieved to find it unlocked. I wasn't sure if she would have left it as such with all of the boys around, but then, she was extremely trusting. A little too much so at times, honestly. I opened the door quietly, and looked over at the bed. Haruhi was tossing and turning, the comforter kicked clear off the mattress, and the sheets tangled around her legs.

"Haruhi?" I said, coming closer and sitting on the edge of the bed. She didn't respond. "Haruhi, wake up."

I reached over and lightly shook her shoulder. Apparently, that was all it took to wake her up, because she sat bolt upright with a startled noise. I leaned back quickly to avoid getting hit by her forehead.

"Haruhi?" I checked, leaning closer to get a good look at her. Her rich brown eyes were unusually bright.

"Hikaru?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. "What are you doing in here?"

"Me and Kaoru heard you crying in your sleep," I told her. "Were you having some kind of nightmare?"

Her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and I reached out and caught her tiny hand in mine.

"Sort of…" she answered. "It's silly now that I think about it, though…"

"What was it about?" I wondered.

"The, uhm—the girls from Lobelia…" she muttered.

"What about them?" I snorted. "They're all crazies."

"Yeah, they are," she agreed. Then she continued trying to tell me about the dream. "But they…They started their own…Host Club thing."

"What?" I choked in shock. "How could your mind be sick enough to come up with something like that?!"

"That's what I thought!" she replied. "It was terrifying!"

We stared at each other for a moment with melodramatic expressions of horror on our faces, then cracked up into raucous laughter. A knock sounded on Haruhi's door while we clutched each other, tears streaming down our faces at the thought of those "Zuka Club" girls starting anything like our Host Club.

"Hey you two," Kaoru called tiredly. "If Haruhi's not traumatized by that dream, could you keep it down? Some people still like to sleep past sunrise."

"Sorry, Kaoru!" Haruhi called, hiccupping a little as she tried to stop laughing. Then she added in a softer voice, "But I think it did traumatize me, just a little."

"I should think so!" I agreed, swiping at the tears of mirth rolling down my face.

When our amusement eventually subsided, I leaned back from Haruhi.

"We probably should get some more sleep," I sighed. "God knows we'll need it. We've got about another week with the Boss in this place, and he's not gonna make it easy on us."

"Yeah, you're probably right," she nodded, lying back down on her side.

I stood up, and threw the comforter back over the bed. No surprise, with my skill it settled perfectly over the mattress, just covering Haruhi up to her neck.

"Thanks," she said with a small smile.

"…Hey, Haruhi?" I said hesitantly, not moving from where I stood at her bedside.

"Yeah? What is it?" she said concernedly.

"Can I sleep in here with you?"

"Out."

I laughed as I walked out the door.

"It was worth a shot, wasn't it?"

"Whatever," she muttered before I closed the door.

Okay, I acknowledged. The Boss isn't really the only pervert here, is he?