Hello, Happy, err... Boxing Day? Wait that was yesterday... HAPPY WINTER (?!)

Here is the new chapter which I have been neglecting to write for awhile now (meaning a long, long, long, long, time) But here it is.

Mori pushed the door open slowly and peered around. Huni was still happily swinging his legs with Haruhi's head dozing on his shoulder, 'Hi, Takashi,' Mori nodded his greeting the gently lower Haruhi from his cousin's shoulder and onto the bed. He tucked the blanket around her then let himself have a moment to gaze at her before he looked up to properly greet Huni, but realised the small boy was already halfway out the door.

'Mitsukuni,' he called. He was going to apologise if he appeared rude.

'I'll see you later Takashi,' Huni turned around and grinned, then went into the hallway, 'glad you finally had the courage to tell her how you feel.'

Mori wasn't sure whether responding to a kiss was the same as telling Haruhi but he didn't spend too long thinking about it, she sat down in a chair and pulled it closer to her bed.

~.~.~.~

I opened my eyes, confused to find myself in my old apartment.

Not only was it strange for me to be there but it was also a shock I could see anything at all.

'Haruhi~,' my heart leap, I could recognise that voice anywhere. I turned around and there was my father, as feminine as ever, I smiled and embraced him.

I knew it must be a dream but I could smell the rose and jasmine perfume he always wore.

My father laughed, 'what's brought this on? I'm not going anywhere so no need to seem so desperate but I'm so happy you finally hug me voluntarily so I'm not complaining,'

I sighed, sinking in to his soft blouse. How wrong he was, he was already gone.

'Oh,' he said, sounding surprised, I looked up at his face, squeaking and jumping back when I saw my father staring blankly back at her. He stumbled towards me; I backed up against the wall trying to get away from him. A knife was sticking through his stomach, pointing towards me. My dad fell to his knees, still staring at me, following my every movement.

The knife in his stomach twisted sharply causing my father the gasp, blood spilt from both his mouth and the wound onto the floor, creeping towards me in a puddle.

The person who held the knife laughed. I forgot everything else.

The figure was encased in shadow; he stepped towards me, slow, steady, thudding footsteps.

He leant towards me.

'Boo,' Hokari whispered.

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Mori woke up, the room was dark and Haruhi was sitting bolt upright in the bed, breathing quickly and unevenly, a mixture between sobbing and hyperventilating. He got up from his seat and wrapped an arm around her shaking form, he rocked her until she calmed down a bit.

'Sorry,' she whispered, 'I'm usually Ok but I guess bad memories from the hospital made my nightmare worse than usual,' she snuggled closer into Mori's chest, at least the clean scent of his shirt was real.

'You have them often?' Mori inquired, immediately feeling guilty for not noticing.

'Mm,' Haruhi nodded, feeling tired.

'Didn't you trust me enough to tell me?'

'You are the person I trust the most, you're the only person I have left to trust,' Haruhi reassured him, 'plus, I know Huni-senpai thinks I only love you because I am placing the feelings I had for my parents onto you and relying on you but I know that's not true. I like you more than any of the hosts before all this stuff happened, you always tried to help me and I don't think I would have been able to make it through all of this without you. I just took me a while to realise how much I appreciate and care for you.'

'...' Mori didn't really know what to say but he felt warm with happiness from her words. Haruhi took his silence as confusion. (A/N: because obviously he isn't silent very often *sarcasm*)

She sighed, 'what I'm saying is I really do trust and... Love you.'

Mori lifted her chin and kissed her, gently and it was over to quickly for Haruhi's liking.

'I love you,' Mori replied.

Haruhi felt her face go warm; she smiled then curled up into Mori's chest and fell into the first dreamless sleep she could remember. Mori joined her in sleep soon after.

Kyouya found them the next morning, Mori with one arm draped over Haruhi and her head resting on the other, she was curled up with as small smile on her face. Kyouya raised an eyebrow and suppressed a chucked. He cleared his throat. Mori's eyes flickered open and turned slowly in their sockets to look at him, he yelped silently and sat up straight, almost throwing himself off of the bed.

This time Kyouya couldn't contain himself, he chuckled quietly, 'it's a good thing I came first and not Tamaki or the twins,' Haruhi sat up and went to rub her eyes when she realised she couldn't.

'Ah, good morning Kyouya,' she stretched, 'I feel fine and my eyes don't hurt as much, can I leave yet? I hate hospitals and have spent way too much time in them recently.'

Both men, two men immune to expressing emotion, chuckled at her lack of embarrassment.

'I'll go check,' Kyouya left the two alone again, trying to battle the small grin from his face.

Silence followed, Haruhi giggled, she could feel the heat radiating from Mori's face,

'Jeez, you're acting like he caught you doing something immoral,' she laughed harder when the heat from his cheeks got warmer. He gently pushed a bag into her hands, obviously thinking she couldn't tell his emotions if she couldn't see, most people couldn't tell his feelings if they could see.

'Clothes,'

'Thanks, even if I have to stay in this damn hospital, I'm not sitting in this hospital gown all day, it itches like hell,'

'I'll leave,'

'Ok, if the twins come, make sure they don't come in to 'help' me,' Mori nodded (A/N: which Haruhi can't actually see...) and left, standing outside the closed door, he looked like a security guard... with a very crumpled shirt. Kyouya joined him.

'The doctor wasn't too happy but agreed to let Haruhi go home, to your house that is, the nurse is going to come change her dressing and give her some supplies, if that's you need I'm going to get some coffee, Haruhi better appreciate how early I got up for her,' (9am) Kyouya stalked off, obviously the coffee he had drank earlier had worn off.

Mori murmured his thanks before Kyouya disappeared.

'Takashi?' Haruhi's voice was muffled from behind the door.

'Mm?'

'I have a vest on but, ah, I can't work out the top, can you help me?'

'...'

'Please,'

'Ah,'

'Thanks,'

Mori slipped into the room, trying not to feel like a pedo, Haruhi was holding the top up to him, looking like a lost child. His mother had chosen her clothes, a plain white vest, a pair of white straight leg jeans and cute little yellow sandals with a pink flower on each. The top she was holding was off the shoulder, warm looking and soft turquoise in colour. He slipped it over her head and she popped her arms through the long sleeves the reached to the middle of her palm.

'I'm guessing your mom bought these,'

'Mm, she always wanted a daughter,'

'They're nice, well, they feel nice,' Haruhi grinned, she felt better after the first good night's sleep she had had since the start of that school year. It was like her brain had been cleaned and her thoughts were fresh and clear.

'The doctor said you can leave,'

'Great! I'd rather leave now before the morons get here, will Huni-senpai be at your house today?' (A/N: Is the weekend XP cos I say so) Haruhi helped Mori gather her possessions as best she could whilst chatting.

'Probably,' Mori finished placing her things in a bag and carried it in one hand, with the other; he gently lifted Haruhi onto his shoulders. Haruhi yelped, slightly scared as now she didn't have the floor to navigate, 'it's easier if I carry you.'

'Ok,' Haruhi calmed when she could place her hands on his head to balance.

He bent to make sure she didn't hit her head on the doorframe and met Kyouya outside of the door, sipping a cup of coffee tentatively.

'I've filled out the forms; you're ready to go,'

Both Mori and Haruhi nodded, Mori was ignoring the smirks Kyouya was flashing him. Haruhi heard the glass front doors of the hospital slide open and then a voice.

'HARUHI!' it sounded like a failed attempt to sound friendly, like the owner of the voice had their teeth gritted. Haruhi recognised the voice.

'What is he doing here?' Kyouya hissed, 'my police force will be punished for this slip.'

Mori slipped Haruhi from his shoulders to a safer position in the cradle of one arm.

'Leave Fujioka Karasuma,' he growled, shielding Haruhi protectively.

Looked like it was going to be a nice fluffy chapter didn't it? Muahahaha :)

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