a/n so this is just something I thought up and couldn't get out of my head. For those of you reading body language I promise I will get an update out soon, cross my heart. I don't own OHSHC!
Chapter 1. Wrath.
Mori was a very angry person.
Many wouldn't believe it from just looking at him; he hid it well. On the outside he was apathetic, but on the inside he was coiled, tighter than a spring, wound up and ready to pounce when given a reason.
His eye twitched when he saw them playing Tug-of-Haruhi again, pulling his girlfriend this way and that, paying her pained cries no heed. It made his blood boil, he wanted to stride over there and wrench her from their grip, wrench their arms from their bodies if necessary.
Instead, he waited, ready for when she called to him. He always felt a secret rush when she called to him, it made him feel wanted, needed, and so he never intervened until her sweet lips formed his name.
When a glance thrown hastily this way showed pain and longing, and the single plea for help, he could wait no longer and Haruhi was abruptly deposited on the sofa next to Honey, who smiled sweetly and offered her a slice of her favourite strawberry cheesecake.
Any other day, Mori would have sat back down, wrapping a protective arm around the tiny girl next to him and glaring at anyone who dared approach, but today was different. Today was the straw that broke Mori's patience. Today they would learn Haruhi was his, and suffer the consequences for hurting what was his. Today they would learn that he would not stand for their behaviour.
When he turned towards the twins they quaked in their designer boots. Honey, seemingly to sense that his cousin was about to let loose for the first in a very long time, smiled innocently up at Haruhi, took her hand and led her from the room. She was confused, but followed Honey and his open face easily.
Kaoru cowered behind Hikaru, tears gathering in his eyes. Mori was scary. Hikaru wound his arms around his twin, burying his face in Kaoru's soft mop of ginger hair, and waited for the inevitable. Tamaki was backed up in his corner, shaking his head and mumbling 'Not the face!'. When Mori was done with the quivering idiots he strode out the door, leaving a wide-eyed Kyoya to deal with the bruised, beaten and groaning bodies.
Haruhi sat in the library with Honey on her lap, smiling gently as she read to him. Mori gazed at them for a second from the shadows. This trusting beautiful angel was his, was with him. And she would not leave him. Not ever. He wouldn't allow her to.
As he continued to watch Haruhi reading from the shadows, his eyes flashed a bright, bloody red.
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a/n yeah yeah i know its short, their drabbles, okay! reviews please!