A/N: Here's the second batch! :D

Disclaimer: Ouran characters are not mine.

Warnings (in general for different drabbles): A/U, PWP, TWT, some OOCness, fluff, shonen-ai, yaoi, a bit of angst, lime/lemon/smut, and everything else I didn't manage to list.

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11. Memory (sort of takes place in 'The Dress' universe, more specifically Kyouya's dream universe)

They were in the courtyard behind the Ootori Manor, watching their son diligently practice through his katas, just like his father. Losing himself in his thoughts, Sir Mori remembered the day Kenji was born. What a joyous day it had been.

He glanced down at his wife, resting comfortably against his side. The Lady Kyouya was sipping his peppermint tea delicately, a rare gentle smile curving his colored lips as he looked on. He was truly happy, which made Mori happy, and the taller man filed that smile away amongst his other heartwarming memories.

12. Insanity

Mori clenched his hands into fists from his seat on the bench as his eyes were riveted to the sight of Kyouya eating yogurt beside him. He watched his junior's pink tongue flicker out to lick the strawberry goop off his spoon as the other boy observed the other Hosts running around in the park chasing Haruhi for some reason or another.

Sensing the taller boy's gaze on him, Kyouya lifted his eyes, blinking questioningly behind his glasses before a light bulb lit up above his head a moment later and he smirked, understanding. The vice-president stuck his tongue out and slowly dragged it up the inside of his spoon teasingly, hooded eyes smoldering, and Mori thought he was going to go insane if his kokai didn't do…something, and soon.

13. Misfortune

Misfortune was not something the Host Club experienced often (though Haruhi would disagree in her own humble opinion in consideration for herself with all the Club's shenanigans she had to put up with, the poor girl), but when it did strike, it struck hard.

They all could attest to that as they waited for the aforementioned girl in the waiting room of one of the Ootori family's hospital. She didn't even see that car coming as that drunk driver ran a red light. Of course, the pitiful sod was immediately hauled away by the Ootori family special police force and was serving the appropriate punishment instructed by Kyouya himself, but even that didn't make them feel all that better. At least he was off the road before he could hit another innocent pedestrian, and now with the twins huddled together, Tamaki comforting a sniffling Honey next to him, and Mori holding Kyouya close and rubbing his back soothingly, all they had left to do was wait.

14. Smile (takes place after #13. Misfortune)

When she tried to wake up, her eyes fluttered weakly at first. Then, when she tried a second time, she managed to see a tiny sliver but couldn't see anything except this fuzzy white color. Again, she blinked, and her vision cleared a little more each time.

Haruhi stared at the ceiling for a moment as her brain booted up. Huh, she must be at the hospital; she recalled walking home for the grocery store, screeching tires against the pavement and then…nothing. Slowly, the girl moved her eyes around the room, noting its starkness like any other hospital room she's ever been in (except this one felt more…expensive for some reason), and was surprised to find all her friends surrounding her in a half circle around her bed, sleeping on small couches and chaises.

What surprised her even more were the Hosts' sleeping arrangements, well just two in particular: the twins were leaning against each other in their sleep which wasn't much of a surprise; Honey-senpai was curled up and laying on Tamaki-senpai's lap like a kitten, hugging his Usa-chan close, and that was a little odd, but what really got to Haruhi was Mori-senpai and Kyouya-senpai. The taller Host was lying down horizontally on the bigger of the two couches with one hand behind his head, legs extending past the arm due to his height, and there cuddled up on his chest was the younger dark haired male, looking quite comfortable under Mori's other arm, in fact.

Haruhi blinked, and blinked again before a small smile appeared on her face and she shook her head fondly. Her friends were all crazy, but it was nice to know there were so many people waiting for her to wake up and get well.

15. Silence

They liked silence, were comfortable with it enough not to break it, and didn't need to speak often in order to communicate. But every once in a while, Mori would do something just to hear Kyouya's voice, to hear him murmur his name. Making him gasp or moan or sometimes even beg was just a bonus.

16. Questioning

"Takashi."

"Hm?"

"Why do you love me?" The older boy gave him a questioning look, blinking in confusion over the inquiry that seemingly came from out of the blue. "Why do you love me?" Kyouya repeated patiently, "Why are we together? Not that I want us to end our relationship or anything absurd like that," he added swiftly when he saw his boyfriend tense. "I was just curious." The junior pushed up his glasses.

Mori cocked his head to the side and answered simply, "We are together because we are the same, and yet not. I love you because you are…you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." Kyouya melted a little inside at the sincerity of his gentle giant's unusually long reply and smiled beatifically, before reaching up to pull Mori down for a well-deserved kiss. Good answer.

17. Blood

…There was so much of it. How could a person bleed so much? Kyouya couldn't look away from the dagger buried in his love's stomach. Slowly, he closed his eyes, a lone tear trailing down his cheek on his otherwise stone-cold face before murmuring a few words and grabbing a goblet nearby. Drinking it, he let his body slowly succumb to the poison, just before the curtains closed.

A second later, roaring applause could be heard from their audience of clients and he moved off of Mori's body from where he'd 'died', standing and helping the senior onto his feet as the rest of the Hosts came out from backstage. The curtains opened once more and they bowed, roses being thrown at their feet.

It seems their rendition of 'Romeo and Juliet' was a success, despite their own twist, especially at the end. Kyouya would have to remember that for future reference and returned the gentle squeeze on his hand, dark orbs locking onto each other from the corner of their eyes promising their own version of the ending later in their bedroom.

18. Rainbow

Today's theme at the Host Club was 'Colors of the Rainbow'. Each Host was dressed completely from head to toe in their colors: Tamaki was dressed in pure white, the twins vibrant blue (Hikaru) and orange (Kaoru) with orange and blue accents and accessories respectively (so Kaoru's hair wouldn't clash with his outfit), Honey was in baby pink, Haruhi in a peachy kind of color, Kyouya in a lavender, and Mori in navy blue. The girls were in their buttercup yellow dresses as always; Kasanoda dropped by in all red with some black accents at per request of the Club, as well as Shiro from the elementary school in his standard forest green school uniform, and also Nekozawa in his usual black robes.

It was quite the sight, all those different colors in the same room, and for the clientele, the Hosts took requests on who they would like to see paired together for the day. Kyouya raised a brow slightly at the amount of requests for him and Mori to be together. Hm, he would need to make a note of that, he thought to himself as the older boy took a seat next to him, their thighs touching, and threw an arm around the back of the couch, which happened to be around Kyouya as well. Huh, well this is certainly an…interesting development, Kyouya thought, amused at the normal sight of girls swooning over that little detail. Interesting, indeed.

19. Gray

The weather was so dreary this morning, the sky gray with overcast signaling oncoming rain. Kyouya spied the storm on the horizon, lightning occasionally zapping through the dark clouds along with a rumble of thunder.

"Kyouya-kun." Or was it Takashi's voice rumbling into his ear instead of the thunder? The younger boy turned.

"Yes, darling?" His koibito nodded his head towards an extremely nervous looking Haruhi with the others surrounding her in concern. "Ah, I see. Well, we'll just have to make sure she's settled in with a pair of headphones and some loud music, ne? Maybe a large blanket and pillow to make her feel more comfortable."

Mori nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips. His Kyouya-kun was so cute when he slipped into the role of 'okaasan'.

20. Cookies

Today, Haruhi had made cookies for the Host Club. Her father, in his usual over enthusiastic way, had bought too much cookie batter the one time she allowed him to go grocery shopping by himself. So, in her usual practical manner, she had baked the cookies that morning before the batter expired. If it had, it would have been such a waste.

Honey had been ecstatic to be eating Haruhi's food again as well as the twins and especially Tamaki. His daughter had baked for him! What a joyous occasion!

While the others munched and enjoyed the baked goods, Kyouya picked one up for himself and examined it. Well, it couldn't hurt to try; it wasn't Renge's baking after all. With that thought in mind, the junior took a bite, humming in approval at the taste of chocolate chip. It wasn't gourmet cookies obviously, but they were good. Maybe that was the reason why they were so good in the first place.

Just as he was about to brush the stray crumbs away, a large hand suddenly hooked under his chin and turned his head. Then, a warm, wet tongue carefully licked the crumbs away from the corner of his mouth.

All was silent, until– "KYAAAAHHHHH!!! MOOOEEEEE!!!" Throughout the room, girls screamed and shrieked and squealed and fainted, hearts flying everywhere through the air.

The other Hosts gaped, before the twins looked at each other and spoke up, "Did Mori-senpai-"

"-just pull an us?"

Kyouya pushed up his glasses, "I could have gotten that, Mori-senpai."

"Aa," the senior agreed, licking his lips thoughtfully. Haruhi sweatdropped and sighed. She should have known better; there's never a normal day with the Host Club.

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A/N: So much fun~! More next week. :3