A/N: I'm proud to say I did get a bit of reviews, yay me! Thanks a lot of the reviews; it has motivated me to keep up with the story. I know others read, I just like to read their pov on the story-to see if its crappy or not. Don't worry, I understand everyone may not have the time to review-I suspect you all have lives. Once again, thanks for the reviews and readings! Much love to you all!!

Disclaimer: I say it once and I say it a million times. I'm not Bisco Hatori. I don't have to time to make a screwball romantic comedy and have it become successfully popular. Don't even have the skills. All I own is the plot and ocs.

Monday morning came quickly. Mori performed the same routine he did every morning of the weekday: Made his bed, got his clothes, brushed his teeth, straightened his hair, and ate breakfast. He made his silent route to the main dining room, where his family sat waiting for him.

"Good morning dear," Hama greeted, "how do you sleep?"

"Good."

Sitting at his normal chair position, Mori grabbed a pair of chop sticks and at his food in silence. He glanced at his mother, who continuously gave him a worried stare, and Satoshi, who stuffed food repeatedly into his mouth. The morning of the Morinozuka estate was a relatively peaceful one, but at the same time a one filled with much tension. Sitting at the head of the table, eating his food in a similar manner as Mori, was the head of the Morinozuka family, Morinozuka Giichi.

He was man of pure nobility. If a person wished to look closely, the only one being his wife, they could obviously see an older version of Taksahi and Satoshi. The only difference was that Giichi had slightly longer hair that barely touched his shoulders, and he had a beard that extended around his lips and his chin. He held the same stern eyes as Mori, but they were twice as steely and hard to look at.

Morinozuki Giichi ate his food in silence, staring at his youngest son and then at his oldest. He repeated the method twice, and each boy remained quiet and continued to eat seldom.

"Your mother informed me of the happenings the previous day," his dark eyes focused on Mori, "do you have anything to speak of it?"

Mori didn't stare directly at his father; in this was Giichi's way of telling Mori to inform him of the whole ordeal. His father had always been a man of detail, and hated it when he was not told of what was going on within his family.

Who wouldn't?

"I was walking in the park, and there I found her lying in the bushes."

"Is that all, did anyone else see her?"

"I don't know," he kept his gaze on his food; "no one gave any sign of noticing her or tried to help."

"Look at me when I am speaking to you boy." Letting his chop sticks fall safely into his bowl of food, Mori looked up at his father, and wished he hadn't. His normal stoic face remained, but if you had known him long enough (like Hunny), anyone could tell that he was uncomfortable speaking with his father.

It wasn't a bad relationship he had with him, only one filled with tension and demands.

"Is that all?" He said in his hard, cold tone.

"Yes Father, that is all."

"Your mother spoke of your heroism and concern over the girl, for that I must credit you in the manner appropriate," he glanced at Hama, "how is the young woman today?"

Hama had to fight off a threatening smile that wanted to break upon her face by her husband's words. Giving off her professional look, the same look she was often seen with at the hospital she had worked at, she explained the girl's condition.

"Well the young woman is doing just fine, she hasn't awaken yet, but her conditions are, the least she'll suffer is a slight concussion and a case of wet clothing."

"Mom," Satoshii dropped his chopsticks, "you didn't leave her with those wet clothes on?"

Hama chuckled, "My heaven's no, Suzuku and I changed her clothes while you boys were out." "Don't tell me you wanted to see her in such a manner."

Satoshi's heats flared up, and Mori remained the same. His mother the one to crack jokes at times deemed inappropriate.

Giichi turned his dark eyes towards his youngest son, whom appeared to be fidgeting in his seat. Satoshi felt his father's disapproving stare at him, and for this he wished to quickly finish his food, meet Chika, and head out for school. He knew if he tried to hurry his eating, he would be scolded by his father for his impatience. Lowering his head, Satoshi ate his food at a much slower pace, hoping his father would just forget the whole thing.

"Giichi at a time in your youth I remember you staring at nice ladies in your kendo club," Hama added with a sly smile, "and there was this young lady, what was her name, Sakuya?"

Mori and Satoshi watched in silent amusement as their mother pointed out their father's own mischievous actions when he was young. They could feel the stiff air disappear around them as Hama continued to tease her husband.

"Hama this is neither the place nor time to be speaking of such things," he glanced idly at his sons, "have you gained any information on the young woman?"

Hama's eyes blinked and then she clapped her hands together as if she forgot something important, which she did. "Oh my it slipped my mind, we found identification in the girl's wallet."

"She had a wallet?" Satoshi inquired.

"Suzuku found it with her wet clothing," Hama nodded in reassurance, "her name on her driver's license is Robinson Jun."

Giichi stared at his wife, little interest in his eyes, "So she's American?"

"Well I'm assuming she is part Japanese, with her name and her facial appearance," Hama smiled at him.

"Leave her be," Giichi replied, "she'll speak with us when she's awake."

"Oh and I must ask her where she obtained her clothes," Hama was becoming quite eccentric, "and her hair, when its dry it's so puffy and wide and curly," Hama glanced at the clock nearby, "oh dear, you boys must be on your way!"

Satoshi and Mori looked up at the fine Grandfather's clock, and noticed as well that it was becoming quite late. Not exactly late, but it was past the time they would be usually out for school.

"Dears go get your meals from Suzuku in the kitchen, have a lovely day, Mother loves you."

Satoshi ate the last bit of his meal and nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, love you too Mom, good bye Father!"

Giichi nodded in response, "Be well behaved."

"Love you too Mom, good day Father."

"Same with you Takashi, remain well behave and ensure the safety of your cousins and your brother."

Hama watched the two depart them with a seldom smile, "Giichi love, I know you miss them already."

"My love, please, was it a necessity for you to mention Lady Sakuya?"

"Oh her," Hama mused, "maybe I can tell them about how she left you in the dust for that Kazuki boy-hmm."

It was amusing to her husband act in such a fidgety manner, so similar to Satoshi's only a few moments ago. Chuckling slightly, Hama grabbed the emptied plates and walked to the kitchen.

"One must not scold when he has not learned the full development of self control, love," she winked at him.

Morinozuka Giichi didn't say anything in reply. His wife was a sneaky or sassy one at least, but that was one of the many reasons he chose her of all people to be his bride and mother of his children.

Robinson Jun

An abnormal name to say the least; however, she didn't appear to be fully Japanese when he first found her. Maybe it was because he was in such a state that he couldn't pay much attention to her facial features, she was in a dire situation after all. Going on to what happened after the two left home, Satoshi and Mori headed to a limousine where Chika and Hunny were waiting patiently for them. It was actually Hunny who was waiting, Chika was scowling.

As for as the day was going it was pretty normal. Hunny and Chika asked about the girl's status, and Satoshi replied all she needed was a good rest. Satoshi also included the young girl had a name; Chika showed indifference to the name, but Hunny was visibly excited by it.

An abnormal name indeed.

Mori's day had gone as it always did. He made it to the music room before the others, and was accompanied with Hunny and surprisingly, Kyouya. The others arrived, and poor Haruhi had to suffer.

Let's not get into boring details…

"Hunny-senpai, is something wrong with Mori-senpai?"

Awkwardly, but not shocking, it was the only non male member of the group to notice something was wrong with Mori, in the slightest.

"Eh?"

"He's been looking out of the window lately, and I haven't seen any of his customers."

On cue, the two devils of the group popped in. "Oh, it looks like Mori-senpai has a secret!" "Mori-senpai has a secret!!" Grabbing Hunny into a lift, the two brothers spun around in circles, holding the sweet third year over their heads.

"Wee!!"

"Guys," Haruhi deadpanned, "I don't think Mori-senpai needs all of this."

The twins stopped in their tracks, letting Hunny continue his giggling antics. "So…you don't think Mori-senpai has a secret?"

Haruhi felt the sudden cold rush into the room, "I think it's not our place to intrude." But it hasn't stopped you rich bastards from doing it before.

"I think it would be an improvement on Mori's character," Hikaru shrugged, "drama, angst, more drama!"

"Yes my dear brother," Karou wrapped his arms around Hikaru's neck, "it'll be lovely."

Haruhi shook her head, "No, I don't think it's our place."

"Oh Haru-chan," the twins grabbed both of Haruhi's arm, "don't you wanna know?"

"Not really, no."

"Ahh, Haruhi," the twins said in unison, "wouldn't you like to know?"

"No."

The twins pouted, slightly crossed at their "doll". It wasn't unusual for Haruhi though, she that type of girl. A girl who remained indifferent to most things; a girl who would rather study on a Saturday than go to a party. She was a fairly boring person, but nonetheless, the Host Club absolutely adored her.

It was blessing and a curse.

"If Haru-chan does not wish to participate with Mori's problems-she can participate in ours!"

Suddenly Hikaru popped a tiny remote out of his sleeve and pressed a red small button. These antics sort of became a daily routine for Haruhi, who stood in annoyance as a large door appeared in the wall (where it came from?). Pressing a green button, with a large Cheshire cat grin on his face, Hikaru opened the door and revealed a gallery of clothing. Colors that varied with each look: Red, blue green, aquamarine, any type of color and there it was. Dresses on top of dresses, and other stylish forms of wear as in the closet.

It looked so small, weird.

"What the-how did this get installed!?" Haruhi turned her head from one Hitachiin to the other, and repeated the action. The twins simply shrugged with their devilish smiles and grabbed Haruhi into a tight hug. Both of them smashing into her face, and no way to get out.

"Our Haru-chan would look so cute in it, wouldn't she Karou?"

"Of course Hikaru," Karou replied, "our little Haru-chan!"

As the twins hugged and harassed the young female cross dresser, another person was scowling and glaring dangerously (humor intended) at the three. A mop of fine blond hair, not as blond as Hunny's, scurried as he crouched on the floor trying to be stealthy. He wasn't stealthy, Tamaki couldn't be stealthy. They already knew where he was, but the twins enjoyed seeing their boss go "crazy".

"How dare you two," he flung himself at them, "harass my lovely and innocent daughter in such a manner!?"

When Tamaki pounced at the three, Hikaru and Karou (with Haruhi in tow) moved to one side. This simple miscalculation, a calculation that Tamaki never thought of, caused the King to fall straight on his face on the nice tile floor. (Humor still intended). Hunny continued to eat happily with his cake, Mori still sat by the window-his mind still lost in deep thought, and Kyouya worked quietly on his lap top. Likely tallying up the entire costs of the Host Club expenses:

Cosplay was an expensive heat.

Even Kyouya had to glance up to witness the chaos, and even he was becoming annoyed-as normal with his member's antics. This was because Tamaki would more than likely harm his face, and that would be a major set back on profits.

"Tamaki, do you mind considering your actions before attempting to pounce on others." He took of his glasses, "If we lose your face because of your recklessness, it will decrease the profits of the Host Club."

The glare he gave out was extended to the twins' behavior as well, even if he didn't state it. Kyouya was in a particular snappy mood today, probably because he was unable to sleep as comfortably as he liked. When did he ever? A question for thought.

"Hey," Tamaki recovered from both the fall and Kyouya, "Hunny may know what's wrong with Mori!" Haruhi watched in slight uneasiness as the three approached Hunny in a fairly cautious manner, deciding it would be best if they didn't outright disturb Hunny's cake meal. She would have gone to Kyouya in a say so for this matter, but he had already gone back to work in solitude, and she didn't dare disturb him.

He would either menace her about his work, or vividly explain why they were off for the day.

She didn't wish to hear either.

"Oh Hunny-senapi!" Tamaki carefully went up to Hunny, "Has anything exciting happen lately?"

Looking up with his fork still in his mouth, Hunny appeared completely oblivious to what was going on, "Eh?" "No Tama, nothing exciting!"

"Are you sure.." Hikaru slithered along, "nothing at all."

"No, no-nothing at all." Hunny smiled brightly with cake dripping from his cheek.

"Absolutely, positively," Karou made his way to the left, and all three of them were surrounding Hunny in a triangular position. Hunny stared at them with slight intimidation, he wasn't use to people staring him down in manner that was pressuring. He knew they weren't doing it to be cruel or in the slightest mean, but it was still slightly disturbing for a boy (young man) such as he. He heard Haruhi's protests for them to stop, but they were all in vain.

So he made something up.

"Takashi lost his jacket the other day, and it was his favorite one," Hunny forced through a mouth filled with cake, "he's really sad."

It wasn't entirely false, Mori did lose his jacket. It wasn't his favorite, but he did end up having to throw it away, so in a way he lost it.

On cue, if the whole thing was play, Mori silently moved towards where the three were standing and in monotonous manner, "Mitsukuni, its time for you to brush your teeth."

The three, who should have become adjusted to this, simply shrieked at the top of their lungs. There Mori stood, hovering over them with one hand in his pocket. His face stoic and robotic, his dark eyes looked down at the three who seemed to quiver in his unnerving gaze. Mori wasn't about them; his main objective was to make sure Hunny brushed his teeth so he wouldn't get another cavity. Hunny smiled, jumping to Mori, who held his arms out to him like a father would do for his son. Lifting him with ease, he brought him to the washroom without disturbance.

"Well," Karou shrugged, "I guess nothing is wrong Mori-senpai."

"Yeah, it would have been fun to see if he had a secret." The twins appeared to be deeply upset at the fact that they were unable to obtain anything on Mori. In Haruhi's opinion, it was for the better, the silent boy was of a type she tried not to become involved with, but at the same time was deeply appealed by it. Mori was character that anyone could be proud to be in the presence of, he was a man of quality, and with it deeply respected. There were times, when the young Fujioka female wondered what was going on in the mind of the "Wild Type" of the famous Ouran Host Club.

Especially, when she heard a hushed and whispered conversation she wasn't suppose to hear only a few hours ago.

"She's going to be okay, right Takahi?" Hunny looked up at his younger cousin for reassurance.

"Yes, Mother said she will."

"Hope she wakes up soon, I want her to see my Usa-chan!"

Haruhi knew she wasn't supposed to be hearing this; however, in a desparte attempt to hide from the Tamaki and the twins, she made her way to an old library which was hardly used. There they were, speaking in quiet and yet enthusiastic, on Hunny's part, tones. Mori had a slightly worried façade, his brown furrowed in thought, which was unlike Mori at all. Haruhi felt a deep intrusion of privacy; she was hiding behind a large book shelf, she could hear the voices of Tamaki and the twins searching for her.

If she stayed any longer, they would surely find her, and interrupt their conversation. She didn't want that nor did she want to be seen as a noisy person, which by pure nature she wasn't. So she took a few tentative steps back, carefully pacing her steps, and shockingly she was at the doorframe and quickly left without a sound. However, her stealthiest, which had shocked her tremendously, did not prevent her from hearing one final sentence from the usually stoic boy's mouth:

Robinson Jun. That's her name.

It wasn't her place, she knew. Haruhi knew when to ask and the place to ask; eventually, someday Mori would talk to them…someday.

If not, then it really didn't matter, did it?

A/N: The second chapter done. Sorry if you didn't get any real action in this, but the next chapter will have more interaction. Tell me if I did well with the characters; it's always been hard for me to do the Ouran fics because of the character's zany ways. I hope I kept them in check.

I want to thank all those who read and reviewed, you made my day! Now, I must conquer my final exams and do decently well on my report card!