Many people seem to know the story of the Ouran Highschool Host club, but do they know of the story of their ancestors?
Back when Ouran High was just a small kingdom, the Ouran High Host Club friends weren't as close as they are in this time period; in fact, some of them were considered enemies of each other.
The Kingdom of Ouran had recently been acquired by the prince of Ouran, Tamaki, who had came upon the kingdom when his father had died, but he wasn't able to officially become king until he was able to wed a worthy maiden. And he had a maiden in mind; unfortunately for him, that maiden was already married.
The young maiden Haruhi was married to his greatest warrior, Morinozuka Takashi. They had been married since they were just on the cusp of adulthood, so as you can tell, they would not be separated easily.
Since Haruhi and Takashi didn't live in the kingdom officially, only on the border of it, Tamaki couldn't just force her to marry him. And so, he had to come up with an alternative plan to win Haruhi's love.
His plan was devious and irrational, something that his advisor, Kyoya, tried to convince him not to do.
"Your majesty," Kyoya said to his prince, pushing up his monocle up his with his index and pointer finger, "do you really think that this plan could even work? Is this commoner even worth the trouble?" He looked over at the king, who was at the moment trying to decide which way to part his hair.
"Of course she is!" Tamaki exclaimed. "She is the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen! And she just looks so cute when she's taking care of her garden!" He went on and on; fawning over everything he watched her do. How annoying.
Kyoya tried to get a word in edgewise, but he didn't allow that, never seeming to run out of words—or breathe—when talking about her.
Finally, he seemed to finish, his violet looking dreamily up at the ceiling, seeming to be stuck in a daydream about her. If he wasn't thinking about Haruhi, he was probably having a daydream about himself.
"Your majesty," Kyoya said again, trying to get his attention, "is the only reason I am here is to hear about your infatuation with that commo—woman?" he questioned, correcting himself by the end of his sentence.
"Oh!" Tamaki gasped to himself, "I almost forgot, Kyoya. Thank you for reminding me. Send the news to Takashi and Mitsukuni." His tone turned commanding by the end. Most of the time he was oblivious to things and compassionate, his Kingly nature coming out only when he had to have serious matters done.
"Of course," Kyoya said, bowing his head in his direction as he went to go get a squire to deliver the message.
After he left, he was able to find a squire quite quickly, the messenger heading off in only thirty minutes time.
On the outside border of the kingdom, the place where Takashi, Mitsukuni, Haruhi, Hikaru, and Karou lived, there was a pale, white cottage. The small cottage had only four rooms, with Hikaru and Karou sharing a room, Mitsukuni having his own room, and Takashi and Haruhi sharing a room as well; the fourth one, though, was only used as a room for when they had the odd traveler needing a place for the night.
Inside this beautiful cottage, the little family that they had was gathered around the dining room table, waiting for Haruhi to finish cooking the meal.
"Haruhi," Hikaru called over to the kitchen, "are you almost done cooking dinner?" Karou finished, mirroring Hikaru's stance of looking over his shoulder exactly. Most people couldn't tell them apart for the life of them when they did things like that, making themselves completely confused.
"I hope Haru-chan made some dessert," Mitsukuni said, a pout on his child-like face, along with a bright smile. "She always makes the best cake!" Mitsukuni, or Honey as he lets some call him, started bouncing in his seat excitedly over the arrays of different desserts that Haruhi could make.
"Mitsukuni, you will end up having rotten teeth if you have too many sweets," Takashi said quietly, his voice, although a deep baritone and low, it seemed to travel to all the corners of the room.
Mitsukuni pouted again, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest, wisps of his honey-colored hair falling into his face. He didn't want to listen to Takashi, of course, but he knew that he was right.
Haruhi answered then, her voice carrying from the kitchen. "Be patient, everyone, this doesn't happen instantly." She was in the small kitchen, deciding to cook one of her chickens for dinner since Takashi and Mitsukuni came home safely from their mission.
They were always away on missions, it seemed, never being home that often. So it was always a treat to her, and everyone else, when they were home. Unfortunately, though, they never stayed long until they were ordered by the prince to another mission.
Haruhi looked into the room around the corner of the doorway, seeing everyone get along. She stumbled slightly though, suddenly feeling dizzy again. She's been feeling sick to her stomach for about two weeks now, worrying everyone, but more of Takashi, that she may have caught the virus in Europe called the Black Death.
The small table was right next to the doorway, so Takashi was able to steady her quickly with not much effort. Standing up so he was at his full height, he practically towered over her, her head only reaching the middle of his chest.
"I'll help," he quietly said to her, staring into her eyes intensely. Not even the twins poked fun at the two of them, all of them seeming to look away uncomfortably at the moment they were having, even if they weren't doing anything morally wrong in front of others.
"Thank you, Takashi," Haruhi said quietly back to him, taking his large hand so she could lead him into to the kitchen, no objections coming from him at all. He was a very strong and agile man, but when it came to his wife, he was as docile as a kitten in some ways.
They had all of the food set on the table quickly, Takashi taking more than most could carry, making Haruhi's stubborn and independent side rear its head; she never liked to get help that much, but she figured out over the years that none of the men's prides in the house could take that.
Before they left the kitchen, Takashi bent down and kissed Haruhi on the forehead, making her cheeks turn slightly pink as she walked out of the kitchen. He always was so compassionate and caring when it came to her, never showing as much emotion as he did around Haruhi.
When they all finally sat on the floor in front of the table on the ground, a loud knock sounded from the door, startling all of them slightly.
"I wonder," Hikaru started, Karou syncing his movement of putting his finger to his chin. "Who that could be," Karou finished for him, both the twins looking curiously at the door.
Takashi silently took the obligation to find out, releasing Haruhi's hand that he was secretly—even though they didn't have to do it secretly—hand, so then he could raise to his full, intimidating height to answer the door.
Walking quickly towards the door, he opened it the sight of a premature young boy, who was just at the awkward stage of a boy and a man. He was only a few inches above Takashi's waist, making the already unsure boy even more nerve-wrecked.
"Are you the warrior Morinozuka Takashi?" the young squire asked, a mixture of fear and awe in his voice. He had to practically bend half-way backwards to be able to see his face, his height nearly making it impossible to see it.
Mori nodded, looking with a calm expression at the young adolescent. He had dark brown hair, with what looked like black eyes and pale white skin that seemed to glow ghoulishly while next to his dark features.
"H-h-here's a letter, sir from P-p-prince Tamaki," the young boy stammered, his hand shaking slightly when he held out the off-white parchment scroll.
Mori nodded at him again, using as his way of saying 'thank you for the letter, you are dismissed.'
After reading the letter, his once good mood from being reunited with his family vanished, a solemn attitude seeming to overcome himself.
When Mori walked into the room, looking crestfallen, everyone took notice straight away, making everyone worry slightly at his mood. He always was in a good mood when he came home from a mission, only in a bad mood when he was ordered for another mission.
Hikaru and Karou came up behind him, leaning slightly on his shoulders, but barely reaching them.
"What do you have there?" Hikaru asked, trying to reach for the letter that was still held high in Mori's hand. "And who was that, anyway?" Karou asked him, trying to reach the letter as well.
"What's wrong, Mori?" Mitukuni asked, coming over to Mori and trying to climb up his frame. "If you want, I'll let you hold Usa-chan to help you feel better." He held out the mismatched colored rabbit rag doll, the patched up doll made by Haruhi when they first met.
"A new mission," Mori said quietly, saying the words that everyone hoped he wouldn't say. His face was grim and serious, more than it usually was. He just got back home to his family, and it seemed like he was getting less and less time each time he got back from a mission.
"Aw," Mitsukuni griped, "but we just got back from one! And they never let me bring cakes with me…" Mitskune kept on listing reasons, doing his habit of rambling about details that were unimportant.
"How long will this mission be this time?" Haruhi asked, coming over so then she was standing in front of her husband. He wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close so as to help her not get upset over this news.
Mori gave the letter to Mitsukuni, letting him be able to give the answer she wanted while he comforted his wife.
After reading it for five minutes, Mitsukuni exclaimed, "Three years!" His eyes got slight tears in them, along with everyone else.
AN: Hello everyone who actually read this. I am working on my other fanfics (finally) tonight and tomorrow. In case you didn't know, Takashi was Mori and Mitsukuni was Honey. I also wrote this fanfic with the help of my friend Asmodeus-of-Lust, so check out her profile. I hope I spelled that right! ^_^ And also, all of you huge Tamaki fans, don't hate me because of this. Its just a story and an idea; and I love all of the Ouran High Host Club characters, but my favorite is Kyoya.
I just made this because not many people are Mori fans as much as everyone else. Anyway, check out my other stories, leave some reviews, and I hope to update soon! :D