Disclaimer; I don't own these characters.

The day of the wedding. Mori couldn't believe it. Here he was, dressed to the nines in his tuxedo, hair combed nicely and smelling faintly of spearmint. And, believe it or not, there were butterflies making themselves at home in his stomach. Him, the stoic being that never showed anything, felt anything, was nervous as hell. He was about to become a husband, to get married to the woman he had loved. He reflected for a moment; Haruhi had gone from insignificant boy, to indescribably intriguing female to full grown woman in the time he had known her, and it surprised him to think that this was where his life had taken him.

He had not foreseen the death of his family, aside from Satoshi, and he had not foreseen the events that had led to this very day. He looked around, smoothing his hair nervously.

Kyoya stood a way away, impeccably dressed as always, glasses halfway down his nose. He glanced up at Mori and flashed him a smile; quick as it was, it was uncharacteristic for the shadow king, and Mori smiled back weakly before shaking his head. This day was already unbelievably weird. The twins were dressed in matching maroon tuxedos, playing around with some of the bridesmaids. Because Haruhi wasn't exactly chummy with many women, the Host club had chosen a few choice customers to participate. Honey had flitted around, dragging Usa-chan around with him, both dressed in sky blue tuxedos. They looked adorable as they approached Mori. Mori felt bad, for hadn't been the body guard he should have been to the tiny martial artist, but he had new responsibilities. He knelt before the blonde, who reached out and placed a palm on Mori's face.

"Takashi - I…thank you, for everything. I'm going to miss you so so much!" said Honey, tears gathering in his eyes. He pouted slightly. He was gonna miss his giant.

Mori smiled, eyes twinkling.

"I'm going to miss you too, Mitskuni."

Tamaki strolled into the room, passing Honey without so much as a glance. The club was still close, but not as much as they once had been, what with Mori and Haruhi getting married. He wore a black tux and smoothed back hair that did his looks justice. He stopped before Mori, who eyed the young man with apprehension. He knew how Tamaki considered Haruhi his 'daughter' and maintained more than just brotherly love for the brunette, but there wasn't much Tamaki could do about it now, except accept the fact that one of the most capable people at Ouran was going to take of his daughter.

"Senpai, take care of my daughter. I'm entrusting you with her well being, and if I find out that

you've hurt her in any way, I'll… I'll… do something very terrible to you," he gushed out

emotionally. He looked down at the rose in his lapel and pulled it, smelling it gently before

placing it into Mori's lapel.

"Of course, Tamaki," Mori replied, placing a hand on Tamaki's shoulder. The blonde was totally

crazy, but meant well, regardless of his actions and freak outs. They shared a smile then both started as the sound of the wedding march began.

"Well, its time," Tamaki quipped, smoothing his jacket self consciously. Kyoya and Tamaki took

their places at the altar and looked on respectively as Mori strolled up the aisle and took his

place. The twins and Honey followed and stood with the other two young men, dashing as

always. The turnout was not excessive, but they had a fair amount of family and friends present and dressed in their best. But the crowning moment was when the doors opened and through them walked Haruhi, on the arm of her father. She looked beautiful, a vision in white. Her gown was empire waisted with delicate silver beading and two straps that accented her shapely shoulders. She wore her hair simply, pulled up. Her hair had grown, but not enough for an elaborate up do, so she made do. She could thank Kyoya's salon for that. Her brown eyes were highlighted with a vibrant purple and silver color that made them pop, and her nude lips parted in a smile at the sight of Mori. The walk to the altar passed far to quickly, and her father sat down, dabbing at his eyes with his hanky.

The ceremony was simple and the vows were exchanged with tears in their eyes. It only felt like a moment had past when the priest announced that they may kiss. She smiled up at him, lost in his grey eyes, which were clouded with extreme happiness.

She leaned up, and he leaned down and their lips met in the first kiss they would share as husband and wife. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her close, kissing her with fervor. She laughed against his lips. Always so rambunctious, this one.

They broke the kiss and turned to leave, the crown cheering and whistling. The sound seemed to rush back to them and it hit them all at once; they were married! Haruhi began to run, but Mori scooped her up, and amidst the handfuls of rice and petals, carried her to the limo which would take them to the reception.

They couldn't keep their hands off of each other in the car. Nobody questioned Haruhi's smile, and no one questioned Mori's sweaty hair.

The reception lasted far too long, and the newly wedded couple was anxious to be alone. They managed tearful goodbyes and fielded congratulations and accepted gifts with poise. The most exciting part came when she decided to throw the bouquet. It was full of beautiful roses and baby's breath and wrapped in a satin bow. She stood with her back to the small group that had gathered, which included her father and Tamaki. She threw the bouquet and turned quickly to watch it land. Tamaki caught it, and gasped, then let out a shriek. And with that turned and promptly tossed the bouquet to Kyoya, whose eyes widened in true shock for the first time in years. It was a great laugh, but nobody had the heart to see if Tamaki had been serious.

But soon, they decided it was time to go. Paris awaited, along with its gleaming lights and historic beauty. They said goodbyes and thank yous and turned to leave. As he carried her again to the limousine, he nuzzled her hair.

"I love you, Haruhi."

"I love you too, Takashi," she replied kissing his nose. They slid into the car and off it sped. Neither of them noticed the cans clanking from behind the vehicle, or the rice or the JUST MARRIED scrawled on the rear window. They were lost in each other.

The End

Author's musings: And there it is. :]