Yavol. Just a quick note 'bout, well…me. So these fics are the result of far too much free time and a box of brandy chocolates. No really, true story.

They are created not under the rules of this universe (stupid gravity. Also, cannon – itiy. Yes that's a word. Now.) but the rules of another – The Shuffle Universe.

In short, I put my ipod on shuffle, listen to the song, then challenge myself to a writing duel! (Spoiler alert : I always win) and try to write a drabble within the duration of that song.

Insane. No. Well, yes. But Awesome? Like the most awesome thing you ever saw being awesome…SQUARED!

I know. I just blew your mind hole.

Ps – These boys. Do not own. If did, would not be wasting time on computer, know what I mean ?

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Mori/Haruhi

"Boy Talk"

Rock and Roll – Eric Hutchinson.

"Breasts" Kyoya finally said. " A pair of finely crafted breasts"

The rest of the host club blinked slowly in unison. Then blinked again.

Honey froze mid – cupcake, sighed quietly then carefully placed the dessert back onto the plate.

Mori lifted one eyebrow slightly higher than the other from where he was sitting at the window… then continued his silent observation.

Tamaki opened and closed his mouth like a sideshow clown, turning to each member and mouthing unintelligibly while the twins…well; they were the first to react.

"Senpai, you're so creepy!" Hikaru whined, grabbing onto his twin and pulling him into rather tight 'brotherly' embrace.

"Yeah Kyoya" Kaoru cried, shuddering as he hooked his leg over his brother's hip. "You're pervy. You're like that pervy old man they have in manga. You're like the pervy old man they have in manga who wears glasses and steals girl's underwear and sneaks into bathhouses. Named Kyoya"

Kyoya sighed long-sufferingly and turned back to his accounting folder "You ask me what I look for in a woman. I simply told you the truth"

"What you look for, not what you look at" Hikaru muttered, causing his twin to snigger.

"Hey, and what about your usual line about money and business and profit?" Kaoru added, nodding at the documents in Kyoya's hands.

The senior just shrugged. "I'm not allowed to have layers?"

"She'd have to be a famous pastry chef!" Hunni called, staring lovingly at a new cupcake and crooning to it as though it were his baked girlfriend. (Though for all they knew, it was. The boy talked to his rabbit)

Tamaki got that vacant ' Inner Mind Theatre' smile on his face, causing the others to roll their eyes and duck as roses began to fly.

"A woman who makes me a bento box each day for lunch, and always cooks little sausages and cuts them to look like octopus's, and wears cute headscarves when cleaning the house and calls me 'Father' when I come home from the office –"

"Red Heads!" the twins interrupted, placing their arms around each other's necks and winking.

Then everyone turned to Mori.

The samurai glanced at their expectant faces, and then lay his forehead against the windowpane, never letting his eyes stray for a moment from the scene below.

" A girl who lives in the moment" he murmured" Who rolls with the punches as long as she feels like she's in control. Who leaves when she wants to, but stays because she needs too-"

He paused, staring intently at something outside for a few seconds. Then Mori smiled softly, and rested his chin on his knee.

" -And who wears sakura blossoms in her hair in January"

There was silence for a few moments as each boy contemplated those words.

Then the spell was broken.

"MY POOR TAKASHI!" Tamaki cried, flinging his hand dramatically to his forehead "He's gone insane! Sakura blossoms in January! Oh, poor deluded child!"

The twins turned to each other and scoffed.

"So boring " they sneered simultaneously and returned to practising their forbidden love routine.

Kyoya glasses glinted as he quickly scribbled a note to himself to add 'romantic poetry' onto Mori's resume'.

And Hunni just ate his cupcake and smiled knowingly as Haruhi passed through the gates of the school, a tiny pink cherry blossom clip in her hair.