Not Going To Stand For It, chapter 1

Maho: 'Kay, this was inspired by silentmusician202, who suggested a one-shot with the theme sleep, TakaHaru. Then I got together with my cousin, who is also a fanfiction writer, ChibiCheese, and we thought of this. ^.^ Hope you enjoy it!

Takashi Morinozuka walked down the pristine halls of Ouran High, after a long kendo practice. He silently admired the fragile appearance of the cherry blossom trees, as they swayed gently in the whispering breeze.

He stopped as he saw a familiar figure laying underneath one particular tree, quiet and peaceful. It was Haruhi. Haruhi Fujioka, a girl who had snuck into the barriers of each boy in the host club and stolen their hearts without even knowing it.

His gaze softened and for once he looked at her. Not just looked, but actually saw her. How her hair looked so soft and framed her face perfectly. How serene she looked with her eyes closed. How she looked like an angel, with her porcelain skin and long eyelashes. Many traits that would be overlooked by others.

Slowly a single blush tainted petal fell from the tree and onto her cheek. He smiled and walked over to her and crouched down, appreciating her soft features. Gently, he held the silken petal, chuckling. "Beautiful." he murmered.

As if in slow motion, her eyes opened, showing off its beautiful muted chestnut color. She stared at him with a blank expression. "Mori-senpai..? Why are you here...?" she asked lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. He had to agree with his conscious, she looked gorgeous. With her serene surroundings, she looked like a perfectly painted picture, which spoke to his heart.

"Mm. Host Club." Mori replied, with a small smile curving his lips at the sides. "Oh, would you like to go together, senpai?" Haruhi asked drowsily. "Nn." was all he said, as they both got up, and headed for music room 3.

30 minutes after club activities, the club was still there, discussing the theme of the next hosting time.

"Haruhi." Tamaki spoke. Everyone gazed at the two of them, a blushing blonde and a curious brunette. "What is it, senpai?" she asked. Hikaru and Kaoru started whispering with wide eyes, "He's going to do it...!"

Mori stiffened. He had known Tamaki's feelings for Haruhi. Something inside him was piercing his heart, a prickling and burning feeling, enveloping his chest. He knew it was wrong. He knew they weren't meant to be together. He was fully aware of the fact. But he just knew, that if he didn't intercept now, he would die with regrets, something a Morinozuka should not do.

"Haruhi, will you be my girlfriend?" Tamaki asked softly, smiling at her. She looked at him, wide eyed. "What..?" she replied, wanting to make sure she wasn't hearing things. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Tamaki repeated. Haruhi gulped. She could now tell that Tamaki was completely serious.

"I-... uh..." Haruhi struggled to find words to say. She felt a warm pair of arms around her. Her head snapped up to see, no other than Mori, staring coldly at Tamaki. "Mori-senpai?" Tamaki asked, perplexed. "What are you doing?"

"Mine." Mori replied protectively. "What, Mori-senpai...?" Haruhi looked at him, looking puzzled. "I'm not backing down anymore." Mori said, which was quite a bit for him to say. Tamaki stared, "Mori-senpai, but... you all said you'd let me..." Tamaki cried desperation mixed with confusion.

Mori continued hugging Haruhi without another word. Tamaki could tell the conversation was finished. He sighed dejectedly. He suddenly had a look of determination. "Mori-senpai!" he pointed at his senpai, who stared back in response.

"I'm not backing down either!" he yelled and ran off to a corner muttering frequent, 'I will not lose!'s. Mori sighed and let go of Haruhi. She turned to look at him. "Sorry." he muttered with his face in his hand and walked away, ashamed.

"Thank you. Mori-senpai..." she smiled apologetically as he turned his attention back to her. "Thanks for saving me back there." she smiled again. "You're welcome." he simply answered.

It was a start. A friendly smile, that was good and all, but he knew, deep down inside he wanted more. He craved it. But for now, he would take it nice and slow.