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It was an ordinary day, where he could go about being quiet and people not bothering him. Nobody usually bothered him anyway, except his cousin, who's childlike antics he was used to anyway, so he wasn't too bothered about him.

But, surprisingly, even Mitsukuni wasn't around.

So, as quietly as ever, he paced the halls, and as it was lunch time and early May, nobody was inside. So, as per usual, he was alone.

Which he preferred. He hadn't been given the title 'Tall and silent' for no reason.

The something broke the silence.

"Mori-sempai?"

He paused, and turned slowly to look at the brunette girl who had traced him. Her big brown eyes blinked up at him, and he smiled slightly at her.

"Haruhi."

"What are you doing on your own?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Walking." he replied bluntly, but not at all coldly.

"Oh. Can I walk with you?"

"Sure."

They walked in silence, which was how Mori liked it best, but it was short lived when a few first year girls rounded the corner and saw them together.

"Oh, Mori-sempai! Where's Honey?" one asked, skipping up. Then another smiled and joked.

"You've not replaced him with Haruhi have you?" she asked, giggling.

"No." came the quick replies from both hosts, who then looked at each other and grinned.

"If you say so." smiled the girl.

"How are you two celebrating children's day?" asked the first girl.

"I'm not." mumbled Haruhi. "I don't know any children."

"I'm giving my brother a present." Mori said, not really bothered.

The thing was, it was a little backwards. He always gave his brother a present, and his brother always got him a present. Not because anyone considered his a child, but because it was his birthday.

Yes, Takashi Morinozuka turned eighteen on children's day, and it always seemed to be forgotten because the celebration that had been going on for generations before he had been born always over shadowed his day.

Not that he minded. Birthday parties and other celebrations were pointless in his opinion.

"Aw, well I'm going to go give my sister her gift now." said the girl, skipping off, dragging her friend with her.

"Bye." the two mumbled.

They continued walking aimlessly, until Haruhi coughed.

"Isn't it your birthday today?" she asked, glancing up with a small smirk when she saw the older boys shocked face.

"How do you know?" he asked her.

"Honey sempai has gone on about nothing else for two weeks."

"... He always tells people."

"It's not every day that you turn eighteen." she pointed out.

"No, but for the next three-hundred and sixty five days I will be."

"...But it's not everyday you turn eighteen."

Mori just chuckled, realizing that the girl was not going to give up on the matter, and decided that a simple shrug would do.

"I don't see the big deal..." he mumbled, turning the corridor that lead to the first music room.

"Well, other people might." Haruhi said, then she paused and stopped walking, making the senior feel obliged to stop too.

"Are you sure you don't want people to make a fuss?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah..." he said, watching her scurry on ahead, shaking his head as she seemed suddenly panicky.

She was acting odd, which, around people like the Hitachiins or Tamaki, it was perfectly normal. But around him... it was just strange.

He walked past her, while she had the expression on her face that looked as if she was internally smacking herself in the face, and he opened the doors to the music room.

"Happy Birthday Mori!"

He blinked, looked at everyone in party hats, with balloons and a large strawberry cake, and then he glanced at Haruhi. She sighed and shrugged.

"Sorry... I should have warned you." she mumbled.

"No problem..." he said, then chuckled. "I though everyone had forgot."

"Well Mori sempai, we kind of did." Tamaki said, very honestly. "But since you only have one or two lines in the elaborate anime, we decided that you should have a party to celebrate you, since most of the time we just consider you a piece of furniture."

The tall boy could only wonder what the hell the blond had been sniffing to think that this was all an anime, but whatever... a day for him, even if he was just a piece of furniture in everyone elses mind.

So they put on some music, all the guests came in, and he got so many presents, he didn't think he could keep them all... he'd never find places for them.

Plus, he got dozens of things that were the same... but it was the thought that counted.

People were having fun, and he watched them dancing around, having fun, playing games, when one girl with long black hair, bright green eyes and a pretty face skipped up to him.

"Hey! Happy birthday!"she shouted above the music.

"Thanks... I don't know you..."

"Don't know you either, but whatever." she laughed, then grabbed his hand and pulled him to where everyone was dancing. They talked between themselves, and had a general laugh.

"They called you a piece of furniture?" she asked, when they went to grab a drink.

"Yeah... not surprising though. I tend to blend into the background."

"Well, on the plus side, you're the sexiest piece of furniture I've ever seen." she laughed, before saying a cheery 'see ya later' before jogging off to her friends.

Mori grinned slightly, gulped down the rest of his cola, and went off to open some more presents. Looking around, he smiled. Sure, people would have forgotten about his birthday had it not been for his cousin. People would be here because they wanted to fawn over the guys, not be here for him... and they had even brought presents, cake, pop, sweets and other things in abundance, so then the whole room would be hyperactive.

He glanced over to the girl, who was dancing with Kyouya and a few of her friends, and he smiled again.

Maybe... just maybe, birthdays weren't as pointless as he thought.

I mean, anyone else who had been referred to as the sexiest piece of furniture a girl like her had ever seen would be quite pleased... and he was.