A/N: Hehe. The reviews made me squeal. I miss having a full inbox =( Please don't read without reviewing, peoples. I won't upload unless I know people are reading(you don't even have to have an account!). I need AT LEAST ten reviews for this chappie before I update the next one. It's testing season right now so please don't get upset if I'm gone for a month or two…

Hikaru stood motionless in the hallway, staring at the space where his beloved Haruhi was standing only a moment before.

They're dating.

They're…dating?

He balled his hands into fists and clenched his jaw. A grotesque vain greeted the world from the side of his neck.

THEY'RE DATING!

Hiakru charged through the ornate wooden doors of Music Room 3. He looked around for Kaoru, only to remember that his younger brother was waiting by the limo for him. However, he stood there long enough for the remaining boys to know something was up. They were already a little on edge about the squabble Mori and Haruhi had had earlier that evening.

Kyouya was cool and composed about it all. "Is something the matter, Hikaru?" he asked nonchalantly, still typing away on his laptop.

"You have no idea." he said, still shocked from the conversation her overheard.

Kyouya sighed. "Which is precisely why I asked you, now isn't it.?"

"Oh. Oh yeah. It's Mori and Haruhi."

Tamaki and Hunny perked up at the mention of their friends.

Kyouya's cheeks were a little flushed when he spoke again. "Y-yes. There seems to be something going on with the three of you."

Hikaru let out a sharp angry chuckle. "Not me," he pulled out his phone and started texting furiously. Kaoru has got to know about this., he thought. He stopped and looked around. "We need to get to the hospital. That's where there headed. They should be able to explain the rest when we get there."

On that note, the hosts left without another word. Each heading o their respective limo, and following Mori and Haruhi to the hospital.

Haruhi was on edge the whole ride to the hospital. Mori kept sneaking worried glances her way. Did I scare her when I yelled?, he thought regretfully. Nah, she's just worried about her dad….

Mori tried to rest a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but she brushed it off. He gazed down at the girl, worry graced his strong features. Why was she suddenly rejecting him? Didn't he have a right to be mad about all the kisses? That worry was etched even deeper as Mori recalled what they talked about the previous day while staying late for the Host Club.

"I have an idea", Haruhi said playfully. She wriggled around in Mori's arms until she was facing him directly. "Why don't we tell each other what our dreams are for the other person? Like, what we hope they will accomplish before they're out of high school."

Mori looked at her for a second, admiring the way her silky hair fell over her eyes, framing her face perfectly. He gently reached out a hand and brushed the hair away. "I think that's a great idea, Haruhi. Would you like to go first, or should I?"

She visibly relaxed when Mori said he liked the idea. "I wanna go first." she stared long and hard into his steely grey eyes. Finally she leaned in closely and whispered into his ear. "I hope that one day, Mori, you can be as confident as Tamaki. You admire his confident social skills so much, I want you to be able to come out of your shell a little bit more and open up to more than just two people." He waited for her to say more, but she just bit his ear and kissed his cheek before pulling away. "Your turn."

Mori didn't really have to think about it for long. "I want you to stand up for yourself a little more." he wrapped his long arms tightly around her petite waist. "Whenever you do something wrong, you always apologize fifteen times before the accuser gets a chance to take a second breath. Before you graduate, I just want you to be able to say no to people. You don't have to go along with everybody else just to make them happy. You need to be happy, sweetheart." Mori turned her around and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She looked at him with an emotion he couldn't read. Without saying a word, she snuggled back up to him, in her former position, and sat on his lap, deep in thought. Mori spent the rest of their time together planting soft, sweet kisses into her strawberry scented hair.

"We're here.", Haruhi sighed. She hurriedly got out of the car and ran to the front doors. Mori apologized to the driver for her rudeness and told him where to park.

As he entered the hospital, Mori was hit with the smell of antiseptics and sorrow. He scanned the dismally white room for a nervous powder blue jacket, only to find it bobbing down the hall toward the elevators. Mori scribbled his name in the check in so quickly it hurt. He probably wouldn't have gotten away with such an informal procedure if the receptionist wasn't a round, middle-aged woman, caught up in his youthful handsomeness.

As he caught up with Hauhi in the small white elevator, Mori was surprisingly winded. To think I'm a famous kendo champion, and I had trouble keeping up with my girlfriend. He was grateful for the slow steady tug on his stomach as they inched their way towards the fourth floor. Haruhi jabbed at the pale yellow button fifty more times.

"This elevator's moving too damn slow! We're not gonna make it.", she muttered under her breath. Mori rested his gaze upon the love of his life once more. He had never seen her act like this. So…in charge. He liked it, but it also scared him a little. The big metal doors slid open and Haruhi ran out. Mori didn't think he could face Ranka after what Haruhi went through, so he contented himself with pacing back and forth in the waiting area.

The ghostly white hallway was practically empty besides a withered looking old lady. She kept wringing her hands over and over as if she was expecting bad news. Mori snuck a glance at her eyes, pale blue and sad. She caught him staring and met his gaze. For an instant her face lit up and there was a sparkle in her eyes. Mori smiled awkwardly and went back to pacing. He hoped that bad news would never come.

Mori kept replaying that day in the club in his mind. The same thought kept running through his head.

What if she doesn't want to be with me anymore?

What if she only stayed with me for so long was because she felt pressured? Mori sat down on a stiff white chair across from the old woman, resting his elbows on his knees and running his fingers through his shaggy black hair in frustration. I did kind of force myself on her. She probably only dated me because she thought I would yell at her if she didn't. It was way back when she was still being abused by that bastard.

Haruhi busted through the door, snapping Mori out of his thoughts. Tears made her gorgeous chocolaty brown eyes sparkle. She ran into Mori's arms and buried her face in his broad chest. "He's gonna be Ok, Mori." she whispered. "He's gonna be OK." Mori wished they could stay there forever, but all good things have to end. Haruhi pulled away and took both of his hands in hers. She stared up at him with a relieved smile on her face.

"I want you to meet him", she said, dragging Mori across the hall and into Ranka's hospital room.

Millions of emotions coursed through Mori's veins in the thirty seconds it took her to drag him in there. The one that stood out the most was anger. With each step it boiled into something bigger. Rage. Fury. Hatred. Outrage. He loathed Ranka Fujioka since the day he kissed Haruhi. He was absolutely positive that seeing him face to face would just give Ranka another reason to stay in the hospital, and Mori a reason to go to court.

"Haruhi I don't think I-"

"MORI!" five voices called his name from the end of the hall. Our weary hero and heroine looked down the hall at their pursuers. The rest of te host club was parading down the dull, antiseptic smelling hallway.

For once none of them looked in character.