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Mori stood stoically by the window, watching the autumn leaves as they drifted down from the tree that grew just outside that particular window of the Third Music Room.

Red, orange, yellow.

Brown.

Mori frowned slightly.

He noticed that there was a cushioned seat just next to where he was standing, but however, he preferred to stand. As ironic as it may seem, he didn't believe in simple luxuries. Considering that he was a member of the Host Club -which took pleasure in investing in frivolous, unnecessary luxuries- this may have seemed like a rather cynical statement. Which was why he had never bothered to mention it to anyone ever before.

People called him uncommunicative and poker-faced, in truth he just happened to be involved, or 'dragged into' many things that contradicted his true nature, giving plentiful reason for people to call him a hypocrite.

So, he simply kept his thoughts to his thoughts and they became nothing else.

Except when appropriate of course.

In these rather 'occasional' moments though, his fellow club members would indulge in unnecessary theatrics of shock, declaring it was the the sound of hearing him speak that so greatly sparked their reactions, which usually ended up being a whole lot more trouble than it was worth. So, to avoid this, he kept his words at a bare minimum, talking only when absolutely necessary.

'Mori, my good man!'

Mori looked up, snapping abruptly out of his thoughts to see Tamaki sashaying towards him, his characteristically light-hearted beaming smile on his face.

'Enjoying the autumn scene are we?'

Mori looked at him in acknowledgment, but didn't say anything -for practicality's sake of course. Cracking an eye at the blonde haired -rather excitable- male, he noticed that Tamaki had suddenly become quiet; probably- as he would have most likely declared- he was too emotionally touched by the enchanting view of the calm autumn evening.

Tamaki walked slowly over to stand next to Mori, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes staring out in silence at the picturesque view of the tree -which was complemented quite nicely by the grand, iron-wrought window (which the two of them were staring out of).

Mori glanced briefly at Tamaki, a little concerned. It wasn't usually like him to be this quiet.

He wondered if there was something wrong. The boy was gazing up at the tree; his attractive face basked in the golden light of the gentle autumn sun, his expression strangely calm. The light bounced off his blonde hair, making it shimmer like strands of gold.

Mori was now officially very jealous.

Tamaki saw him looking, and gave him a small smile.

Before launching headfirst into one of his insufferable speeches.

'Well Mori, it seems that you have something on your –oh-so—ever-sufferingly- stoic mind!' Tamaki dabbed at his eyes with a lacy handkerchief -that he had somehow whipped out of nowhere- seemingly overcome with emotion. 'If only if all of us could follow in your your ever-faithful, ever-trustworthy footstep of endearing guidance! I for one believe that it must be fate that we should meet here by this window, on this momentous day, to stand as brothers in justice! As fellow comrades to uphold-'

'Tamaki.' Kyouya's calm voice drifted out from behind them, cutting Tamaki short in mid-stride. 'I think you should stop bothering Mori with your mindless speeches.'

Tamaki turned, pouting slightly. 'But Mother,' he whined, adopting a petulant expression, 'we were-'

'No buts,' Kyouya said firmly. 'Come and help me organize tomorrow's costumes.'

After much debate, Tamaki reluctantly went with him, much to Mori's great relief.

'And they're not costumes Mother,' Mori heard Tamaki say in a sulky voice as Kyouya escorted him away. Once they had gone –Kyouya dragging Tamaki rather forcefully by the collar- Mori looked around. The other Host Club members were packing up after their daily hosting –or at least, they were supposed to be.

Although this was the time that the members of the Host Club were meant to be cleaning up the vast hall (having finished entertaining their lady guests), only Haruhi appeared to be doing anything that even vaguely resembled cleaning.

Mori heard a blood-curdling scream of protest and turned to see Tamaki –having escaped Kyouya's firm hold on him- chasing the twins around the room; the twins throwing Tamaki's teddy bear between them as he made futile attempts to get it back.

'GAH! HIKARU! KAORU! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT OR I'LL SET HUNNY ON YOU!!'

'Huh?' Hunny turned around at the sound of his name, seemingly oblivious to the chaos happening around him. His eyes open wide in confusion, he fwipped his head from side to side, looking the complete essence of childish innocence.

'Hunny! Come help me get Mr Teddy back! NOOO! Mr Teddy, I'LL SAVE YOU!!!'

As the twins ran past, Hikaru threw the teddy bear towards Kaoru. He missed, and it landed very near where Hunny was sitting -blissfully oblivious to all that was going on around him.

Kaoru, in his haste, accidentally grabbed Bunny -Hunny's toy rabbit-, mistaking it for the unfortunate bear.

'Hikaru! Catch!' he yelled, devilishly throwing it to his twin brother. Hikaru caught it to find, not a teddy bear, but Bunny in his hand.

'Uh oh.'

Suddenly, the whole of the vast hall went very silent. Scary silent.

Mori glanced quickly towards Hunny. The little boy was staring down at the ground, his face shadowed.

The twins gulped.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Hunny looked up.

There was murder in his eyes.

'GYAH!!!!'

The twins ran for their lives, Hunny running after then in a furious fit of rage. Tamaki gleefully pranced after them, occasionally yelling words of encouragement to Hunny, spurring him on.

'BUNNY!!!"

'NOO! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!'

'……………'

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Mori sighed resignedly, looking back towards Kyouya. He appeared to be calmly calculating the day's earnings, despite the more-than-obvious war raging around him.

Haruhi on the other hand, was standing in slack-jawed disbelief as she watched her fellow club members' antics. They had -very quickly- destroyed the tidiness she had so carefully created, and Mori swallowed nervously as the air around her began to turn into steam.

She shot the twins and Tamaki a very dirty look as she toiled painfully behind them, cleaning up the mess they had left in their wake. Noticing Mori watching her expressionlessly from his spot by the window, she shot him an uncharacteristically evil look that said, 'WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING?!!!'

Well, he supposed that it wasn't her fault. He could understand why she would be in a bad mood, considering that all of her hour-long work had just been destroyed in a matter of seconds.

He sighed. Of course, another perfectly feasible reason would be the fact that this happened frequently.

Very frequently.

Mori obligingly picked up a broom and began to sweep the floor clear of debris.

AN: So, after writing DC fics for a while, I decided to try my hand at a Ouran High School Host Club one (wow that really is a mouthful). So, whadaya think? Good? Not good? Bad?! O.O"

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