More deleted scenes from puppy, this one is Mori centric, leading up to where he and Haruhi chase mikan. I decided to give more detail on that tidbit, since I skipped over it during the last few chapters.

What's going On?

Mori was never one for speaking. And he liked it that way, and most people accepted him that way. Even his own family didn't try to make him talk, and he was almost sure he had lost the ability to speak.

Well, except maybe to Honey, we're he would give a few sentences, but Honey didn't need him to speak, he only needed him as a companion, a very good companion.

He wasn't sure what changed, when Mikan came. She was different, and he would have noticed her even if Tamaki hadn't taken a sudden interest in her. That pink hair made her stand out even if all the other girls were just as wild.

He didn't like her at first either, the way she was always loud, helpless, and waving her arms and trying to escape any attention. She was so light it was easy to just fling her over his shoulder and keep walking, that was fun.

The first day in the host club, when he lifted her from the twins grasp it was like plucking a grape off the vine. She could have just hung there for hours.

It was more fun than he liked to admit, when they played in the snow or she refused to come, he had started to secretly hope she only become more stubborn.

Most girls who used him as a host, were very shy, but very sweet. Mikan was so in your face, it was scary to a certain degree, but he could still win by simply hauling her away. She only laughed like a mad woman, and it made more sense when she told them she praticed ballet.

She was used to be lifted, flung and dragged like a doll, it was part of her role.

Practiced wasn't the correct word, she was devoted to it, like he was devoted to Karate and his sword, they were her life.

He liked that to.

"Mori-would you like to come listen to me play?" Momo asked him one day. He enjoyed listening to her play the violin, after he had accidentally walked into where he thought was the still empty third music room.

He liked Momo to, because she talked about Mikan when she visited him or between working on her new music sheets.

All the girls talked about the 'puppy', but Momo talked about Mikan. He liked to hear what she was doing, what her crazy family was up to, what she was practicing and what she was doing that weekend that kept her from doing normal things like shopping or grabbing a bite to eat.

"You know Mori, you should talk more-" Momo commented one day, as the sun shone brightly in from the window. The brief hour they shared in private, away from the craziness of the host club or the peering eyes of the princesses. It was rather peaceful there. It was a few days before Mikan's accident where she became very sick.

He had thought about talking, saying hi to Mikan in the halls. He wanted to mustered the courage to utter the syllable. Before it had simply been about him simply being comfortable in his silence, it was his thing, but now- around her-it was like all he knew was how to be silent.

He could only ever be silent around her. He remembered briefly that he may have made a fool out of them both, when he drank more than he should at their-what could have called it-feeling sorry for ourselves pity parade party. It had been fun and Kagame had been Kagame, which meant she was nuts.

He was sure he had said things, but maybe nothing that left an impression. And then everything had returned to the normal. He avoided seeing her in the halls, Honey was okay with walking longer with him to see more of their costumers. He saw her at club, but he didn't say anything' still. He was always so close, but everyone-everyone was watching him then.

They would have made a big deal, so he kept silent.

Then New York.

Oh New York had been a trip, and when Kyoya had said those words , "Mikan isn't coming back." Well he had flipped.

He had silently flipped, but he was sure someone was sure to discover that hole in the wall he left in his room. He had planned it all out, he was going to stay and make sure Mikan came home. He couldn't let her go now, the club needed her-he told himself over and over.

Besides he had never been able to even manage to say hello to her, he needed to that, he told himself as well.

So when the limo came, he was sure to make Honey notice that he had forgotten his beloved pink bunny, that he had hid before they packed their bags. Kyoya allowed him to simply hail a cab to meet them at the airport, and then Haruhi stayed with him.

She had apparently left her passport as well.

Mori ushered her up the stair and to their pent house. He shoved the passports in his pockets, he had stolen those from Kyoya's pack as well. No he hadn't stolen them. They had been out in the open in Kyoya's room, it was only understandable if they went missing.

He found Honey's bunny quickly with ease, and tugged Haruhi back out into the street. She was half delirious from the cough medicine, the twins told her to take, wobbly steps, as he helped to support her. She was now in this with him.

Then a cab pulled up before he could hail one, the cab driver took one look at the two of them, and gestured for them to climb in.

He spoke in a heavy American accent, "I've got orders, to take you to Julliard." And then he blasted the cab out into the street like they were running from the police. They took corners with the back tires burning rubber, and their driver was haunched over like he was going to die.

Mori sat silently, they were going to find Mikan. He though the search was going to take longer, but this was a sign. He had never done much as far as Shintoism was concerned, but if the kami were pushing him to her, he didn't think he had much room to complain.

The cab stopped short, and the driver came around to the side, throwing them out onto the curb and pointed widly to the left, before hopping back in his cab and yelling, "Follow the road to Julliard."

Mori stood up slowly, handed Honey's Pink bunny to Haruhi, and then hauled her onto his back, where she stayed like rag dolls who's stitching was coming undone. The past ports were safe in his pocket, and he set out in a sprint. People moved out their way, as if not to get run over by the strange re lay pair.

"Mori-' Haruhi murmured, "Stop bouncing me so much-"

He would have said were almost there, but he simply shifted her weight, and came to a short stop when the big shining building appeared in their midst. It was like a glittering silver arrow, and he hauled her up again, and walked up to the main doors.

That presented a whole new problem. How was he supposed to explain that they were looking for a student. Haruhi was barely standing up and he was no good with words. He put her slowly in a nearby chair in the front lobby, and scanned the walls.

He spotted a photograph, it was dated almost four years ago, but the title read fire bird in a shiny plague. He yanked it off the wall and jogged over to the receptionist on duty.

He slammed the picture on the desk, as he grabbed a nearby pen and piece of paper and drew first and arrow pointing to the dancer.

The girl nodded, and then waited as he drew a question mark.

She nodded again, "Your looking for Mikan Tanaka then?"

He nodded again.

"We heard all about you. 'She grinned, as she pointed up the stairs, "Last door on the right. She's in the middle of teaching a class, but don't let that stop you."

He nodded again, as he turned, re picked up Haruhi, who slammed against his back, and he took the stairs two by two. A few girls whispered as he passed by, something about if he was the new lift instructor. He ignored them as he set off in a full sprint to the last door.

He slammed open the door without a moments notice, as there was resounding gasp. Mikan stood in her normal ballet gear, and he tried not to stare to hard. Jin he noticed was smiling at him, arms crossed.

Mikan was searching for words as she cleared the room of her class, and Mori waited until he heard the doors close again. It was now or never, as he clenched and unclenched his head.

He took a final deep breath, he could do this.

"Puppy."

The word lingered in the air, and echoed around the mostly empty room, as Mikan seemed to be taken back. It was look of total shock, as she slowly recovered. Damnit, he had a whole list of things he could have said, and he calls her puppy.

He kicked himself, but the moment was lost, as Haruhi launched into how just they came to be there, well a bit less detailed version. Then the rest of the host club came, and it forced him to wait even longer.

Then they were alone again, when Mikan sent everybody from the room with a stubborn wave of her hand. She really had made her mind up to stay. He couldn't-wouldn't let her though, he had just worked up enough courage to even utter a word to her-she had to come back now.

She tried to make him leave.

It was rather cute how she pushed on him, but he was boulder and she was bunny trying to break him into little pieces, by thumping her tail against him.

He smiled. He didn't need to say anything else, to tell her what he thought or how he felt, as he lifted her up and over his shoulder in one fluid movement. She yanked and tried to get away, but it was no use.

She could have easily made him drop her, but he knew, like all those others times they had done this routine, she didn't really want him to.

Kyoya told her things, demanded for their passports back from him, as they walked out into the sunshine, but Mori had stop listening. The puppy was coming home.

Mikan was coming back. He set her back down on the ground, and as they drove off to the airport, he hoped for once that maybe he would manage a sentence to her. It shouldn't be that hard, it would be a very short sentence. Just something to let her know how he really felt-

"Thank you Takashi." Honey hugged his arm, as he held the pink bunny on the other. Mori gave a sharp nod of his head, as he slowly became lost again in his own thoughts again, but he wasn't going to be silent around her, not any more. He had to let her know, how he wasn't sure, but he would find a way.

To let her know what was going on his head….

And his heart.

So it was restrospective from most of the story, but i fig it was the best way to lead up. I love when I get to write mori. So many more of these to come, while I work on host. So go check that out and keep enjoying these, I am working on host by the way, but its nice to have a break in between those heavy chapters and add more to this story. Also I fig it gives me more room to develop come Host.