Well this is the end of Mistaken Assumptions. I hope you all enjoy it. I know this may seem out of character for out beloved Takashi, but in Roles we Assume I explained why Takashi comes across as the strong silent wild type. In my case, I feel I am staying in character with Mori, since I feel that there is more to him that just his desire to protect Mitskuni, and I definitly think that it is more than mere loyalty. Hence Mistaken Assumption. I am proud of it, so I do hope that you all enjoy it. I will have more Mori/Haruhi snippets out by the end of the week I hope. I have plently floating around in my head (and 60 or so more writing promts) but I need to update my Sesshouamru/Kagome fic first. Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoy the ending.

As Haruhi and Mori stepped back inside the music room, she was glad to see that only Hunny, Chika and Satoshi remained.

"Kyou-chan said he would talk with you during host club, Haru-chan. He said it was a matter of importance, but the need was not immediate to discuss it." Hunny cocked his head at the pair with a smile. "Kyou-chan thought it best that Tama-chan and the twins weren't here when you came back with Takashi."

Satoshi nodded his agreement. "I would not argue with that statement." He glanced at his brother with a smile. "Am I to assume that you no longer need us to look after you, Haruhi-senpai?"

Haruhi nodded, her cheeks coloring with a slight blush. "I am honored that you and Chika protected me as you did, Satoshi. I will no longer need that protection." Haruhi glanced at Mori who made a sound of agreement.

"Will Takashi look after you?" Hunny looked from Haruhi to Mori with a smile, and Haruhi nodded, moving towards her bag.

"Takashi will look after me, Hunny-senpai." She did not see the startles looks that Satoshi and Chika shot her at the

usage of Takashi's name, but she did feel the impact of Hunny's body as he launched himself at her with a squeal, the momentum throwing them both down on the couch. "Haru-chan with make Takashi happy!" The senior exclaimed, embracing Haruhi tightly.

"Hunny-senpai…" Haruhi's voice was a little weak, and Hunny glanced up at Haruhi, blinking in confusion.

"Mitskuni. Her side." Takashi easily lifted Hunny off of Haruhi, watching her carefully as she stood.

"Gomenasai, Haruhi. Are you alright?" Hunny looked to Haruhi, who nodded.

"I am fine, Hunny-senpai. You did not hurt me." She lifted her bag and moved towards the door. "I am off to class, are you all coming?" She looked to the four boys in question, and they all shook their heads.

"We will be along in a moment, Haruhi-senpai." Haruhi nodded, smiling at Satoshi, and with a glance at Mori before she left, Haruhi pulled the door closed behind her.

"Takashi, something will happen tomorrow at host club that you will not be very happy with." Hunny looked at Mori with all seriousness. "Kyoya says be knows what he is doing, but we thought it best if we let you know."

Mori looked at Hunny, concern flitting across his face.

The much-anticipated afternoon at the host club had arrived. Haruhi had heard a rumor milling about the school that something important was happening at host club that afternoon, but she was as unaware of the event as the girls who whispered in less than hushed tones. Haruhi did not pay attention to the whispers, however, since her thoughts were occupied with other matters. Or a specific person, if she was to be honest. She had not had a chance to see Mori outside of the host club since their encounter, and that had the every practical Haruhi wondering if she had imagined the entire thing. She was fairly certain that she remembered the very real presence of Mori's arms around her, cradling her, and the brush of his lips against her. The intensity of their kisses brought a faint blush to her cheeks. She had not imagined that. At least she was almost certain that she had not imagined that. Maybe Kenji had hit her harder then she had thought, and addled her brain, though he had only struck her stomach. Haruhi was in one of the small study rooms, trying to finish up a paper before club that day. She found, on much anticipated host club even days, that she did not get a lot of work done when she got home, for she was too busy getting things ready for her father, and her next day at school. It was a room tucked away in the little used hallway that she and Mori had their encounter in, and to her knowledge, she was one of the few who used it. On occasion she saw Nekozawa wander though the halls, his cloak dragging behind him, but he did not acknowledge her, so she returned the favor, using the room as a private study area.

With a sigh Haruhi closed her books, laying her head on her arms.

"Was it even real?"

"Was what?"

Haruhi jumped in surprise at the voice, and turned to see Mori leaning against the door to the room, his shirt un-tucked and his jacket unbuttoned. It seemed that he has just gotten back from kendo practice. Seeing him there Haruhi blushed, and turned her head away, laying it once again on her arms.

"Nothing, Mori-senpai." Haruhi heard Mori move through the room, and tense slightly as he leaned over her, his arms on either side of her body.

"It's Takashi." His voice was the barest whisper against her cheek as he placed a kiss on it and Haruhi smiled.

"I wondered if I had imagined it all." Her voice was soft and as she spoke, she could feel the frown in his voice as he answered.

"Have I done something to make you doubt my intentions? I meant what I said when I told you that I wanted to get to know you."

Haruhi was silent. "I just…" She sighed. "It was only yesterday, but it feels like a lot longer. I think about it, and wonder if you had changed your mind. You left with Hunny-senpai yesterday, and didn't even spare a glance. I thought that…" "

You think to much." Mori lay his cheek against hers, wrapping his arms around her arm. "You were the one who said that you did not want to hurt Tamaki and Hikaru. I thought paying you extra attention would only intensify the amount of attention they were already lavishing upon you." His arms tightened. "It will be alright if you let me in, Haruhi, trust me. Your world is not locked away at tightly as the twins, but you are afraid. I wont disappoint you."

Mori shifted his body around Haruhi's until he could look her in the eye. "I can see some of what you hide, Haruhi. You do me a disservice by cutting me out before you give me a chance to prove myself."

Haruhi's eyes widened and she blinked at Mori in shock.

"We will be late." He stood and moved towards the door.

"Wait—" Haruhi lurched to her feet, tripping over the chair, and cursing as she felt herself falling towards the ground. She felt Mori's arms slide around her, and pull her to her feet, consequentially pulling her against his body.

"Gomenasai, Takashi." Haruhi buried her head against his chest, her attempting to wrap around him in an embrace. She pushed herself away from him, and gathered her things, placing them in her bag.

"You deserve better than my doubt. I would understand if you went back to only looking out for Hunny-senpai. You don't have to stay and wait. I will be along soon." She did not meet his gaze.

"It is you that I want. It is you that I wish to know." Mori pulled Haruhi to him. "Why will you not understand?" His voice was soft, questioning, and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Come." Mori took Haruhi's hand and pulled her from the room. He did not however, lead her towards the third music room, where they should have gone, but instead down a hallway and to the outside.

"Takashi, what are we, where are we?" Haruhi asked and he stopped, the two of them framed beneath the gates of the school.

"I am taking you out so I can get to know you. I will not let you end this day without knowing that I will not forsake you for Mitskuni. I meant what I said to you, and I will show you that they are not empty words."

"But the club?"

"Does it matter more to you, Haruhi? The club?"

"I owe the club, my debt—"

"I will take care of the increase that Kyoya will add on for this act of disobedience." Mori smiled at Haruhi, and there was a feeling in that smile that took Haruhi's breath away. "Time alone with you will be worth whatever cost Kyoya decides to extract from me."

Mori moved closer to Haruhi, bending down so he could whisper in her ear. "You said you trusted me Haruhi, you said you would let me protect you. Let me do what I do best." His voice was a low whisper in her ear and she shivered.

"I know you will take care of me, Takashi." Haruhi brushed his cheek with her lips and stepped away, glancing at the gate. "We should go before we get caught."

Mori laughed, and grabbing her hand, lead her away.

From the window of the third music room Hunny watched the pair leave the school grounds with a smile, and turned back to the events of the afternoon. Kyoya seemed to have noticed that neither Haruhi or Mori were at club, and given the time, it seemed that neither was coming. Tamaki was frantic, and he kept trying to burst out of the music room and search for his daughter. She was in danger, he was sure, and he needed to be rescued and protected. Kenji sat nervously on the couch. He had a job to do, to square his obligations to the host club and to Haruhi, and if she was not there, he would be at the mercy of Kyoya. That was not a pleasant thought. Even Kaoru could not distract Hikaru from worrying about Haruhi, and the brotherly love act was not convincing at the moment. It was a host club disaster. "Where could Haruhi be?" Tamaki wailed, collapsing on a couch near Hunny.

"Haruhi has abandoned us. Even Mori is gone. Will Haruhi be alright?"

"It's alright, Tama-chan." Hunny smiled and offered the sobbing young man a piece of cake. "I am sure that Haru-chan is well looked after, wherever she is."

Kyoya's head jerked up at the comment, and Hunny winked at the young man. Kyoya frowned and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"It seems Haruhi will not be coming today. Kenji, you will take Haruhi's designations. I would recommend not arguing." Kyoyas glared at the young man. "This will not be as profitable as what I had planned, but it will have to work."

Kenji sighed. "Of course, Ootori-san." He inclined his head in deference and moved to the empty couch where a crowd of eager young women awaited.

At the end of the day Kyoya smirked. Perhaps they needed more guests hosts added to the list. Kenji turned out to be unexpectedly profitable. Though he would need to chastise Mori and Haruhi for skipping host club without warning. It was unacceptable, whatever the reason, and there was no good reason why the two of them should be gone on the same day. Kenji had helped them break even for the day, but Kyoya liked profit, and they would profit, one way or another.