Disclaimer- I lay no claim to any of the Ouran Host Club characters. Bisco Hatori owns them all!

Note: If a quote is like this ""Yes?"", that means the character is speaking in English. It should be obvious by now that, because they're in Japan, they're not speaking English.

Additional Note:This fan fic hasn't been going for a few days. The first chapter takes place about three months before this chapter. Moriko and Mizuki have known the twins since their first day in homeroom.

"Fujiwara-san," Ren began. "You're-"

"Fired?" Moriko asked.

"No." Ren replied. "You're a good person to protect your friends, but violence is not allowed in the café. Don't come back to work until I say you can."

Moriko brushed it off and walked over to Kaoru, who was trying to keep his brother from falling over.

"I'm going to take him home." Kaoru said slowly.

"No, you aren't." Moriko objected. "What would your parents think if you took him home wasted? I'll take him to our apartment and he can stay there until morning. I'll make sure to send him straight home. You and the others should stay here until Ren-san gives you permission to go home."

"Okay…" Kaoru replied. "Be careful."

Moriko swung Hikaru's arm over her shoulder and smiled at Kaoru to say 'thanks' before she left. On the way there, Hikaru said some of the craziest things Moriko had ever heard. His speech wasn't badly slurred, but you could tell he was drunk.

"Hikaru, you're drunk." She said calmly. "Shut up."

I-I aaaam no-ot, Mori…Moriko-chan." He objected weakly.

"Okay, fine." Moriko sighed. "If you're not drunk, I'm fully Japanese."

"Yew awe?" Hikaru asked.

"No!" Moriko replied. "That proves you're drunk. You know I'm half American."

"I'm no-ot drunk." Hikaru mumbled. "I-I can prove it-it. Let me wal-walk on my o-own."

"Fine." Moriko agreed, allowing him to stand on his own.

Hikaru began to walk and stumbled. Moriko was quick to catch him. When he refused her help, he began to walk again. It was like this all the way to the apartment and even the guest room.

"Go lay down on the bed." Moriko instructed.

Hikaru stumbled over to the bed and sat down. He stared at Moriko, who was taking off the wig she had on. Her short hair now spewed off in every which way. Hikaru slowly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. The room they were in was a tad bit too warm and it was very uncomfortable.

"I'm gonna go change." She said as she turned toward the door. "You should try and get some rest."

As she took a step toward the door, Hikaru grabbed her arm and backed his into the wall. He placed his left arm above her head and wrapped his right arm around her back. He moved his head so that his mouth was by her ear.

"W-What are you doing?" Moriko stuttered. "Hikaru-san, stop it."

"Call me 'Hi-chan'." Hikaru replied. "I like it when you call me that."

"Stop it, Hikaru!" She demanded. "You're drunk. You don't even know what you're doing."

"I know what I'm doing." He replied softly. "I'm not drunk. Maybe a little tipsy, but not drunk."

"B-But… you couldn't walk." She objected. "Your speech was slurred."

"That's called acting." He smiled.

Hikaru pulled Moriko against his body and looked straight into her eyes. He was only inches from her face. Moriko closed her eyes tight. She could feel his slow breaths against her lips. Hikaru tightened his hold on the small girls' back.

"You look sacred." He whispered. "Just relax."

Moriko felt Hikaru's warm lips press against hers. She blushed deeply as he kissed her. The kiss was very light, not much force, but it was enough to make Moriko's stomach fill with butterflies. Hikaru hugged Moriko tightly against himself and rested his cheek on top of her head.

"Hikaru-kun," Moriko began, only to be cut off by Hikaru.

"Hi-chan." He mumbled.

"Hi-chan," Moriko corrected herself, "What's wrong?"

A/N: Yeah, I killed the characters. Hikaru is OoC and Moriko became a total Mary Sue. So sorry if that irritates you.