A/N: I truly do love Ouran High Host Club, who couldn't? This story is relatively different from my other two. Both having ocs who were related to main characters-I know. I don't know where this will go, but I hope you guys enjoy yourselves and leave a review too.

Disclaimer: I am not Bisco Hatori. I do not own Ouran High Host Club. I do however own the ocs and plot.

Mori had gone out for a walk that was it. He was going out for a quiet walk on a nice Sunday morning. The morning started off quite lovely. It was early spring where the flowers were starting to bloom, and the spring showers came periodically. With this morning, it seemed to be the perfect day for a walk. The sun shined above him, the rays peacefully tickling the nerves in his hair, it was such a beautiful day.

Not anymore.

Mori ran at a steady rate, ensuring he didn't loose the tight grip of the mildly heavy load in his grasp. Spring's showers rushed down onto him so quickly he didn't even see it coming, but the rain was the last thing on his mind. Cars past by him with indifference, passengers and drivers alike looking out there windows at the young man who appeared to be in a desperate situation, despite the stoic look on his face.

Mori kept up with his pace; he wasn't too far from his home. He ensured he kept his balance on the sidewalk; he didn't want to fall and hurt the person who was in grasp.

He was walking idly on the sidewalk near the park, and he passed by he saw a shoe by the bushes.. A tiny brown sandal and he walked up to it. When he got closer to it, he saw a foot, and with a foot a young woman. Reacting instantly, Mori rushed into the bush and carefully pulled the girl out of the bush's clutches. Fortunately she was still breathing and had a decent pulse, but the blood that trickled down her forehead was a dead give away. Wrapping her into his nice jacket, and carrying her in his strong arms, he rushed out of the park to make it home.

He would have gone to the hospital, but it was too far of a ride and he didn't bring his cell.

As he ran in the day, the clouds suddenly came together and brought upon the spring rain. Here he was running in the rain with a young woman who was anesthetized with blood covering his jacket, trying to make it home. He did past a few by standers along the way, but he was moving at such a pace they weren't able to catch a full glimpse of him. Luckily, after making a final turn down the block he lived in, Mori was at the large residence of the Morinozuka family.

"Hey Bro," Satoshi greeted happily. The happy tone quickly died when he witnessed his older brother's features. Mori's hair was soaked beyond recognition; his clothes the same and wrinkled, and in his arms a visible young woman who appeared to be bleeding on the forehead with his jacket covering her.

In a husky voice, "Satoshi, where's Mom?"

"Um…she's in the kitchen cooking dinner." "Want me to go get her?"

Mori didn't respond, he made a left turn from the main entrance and found his way to the kitchen in a manner of seconds. There he found his mother, a young slender woman with a bit of bags under eyes at a large pot cooking some sort of food that they would be eating later that night.

"Mom?" "Mom, I need your help."

"Oh Mori, can't you see I'm…" she stopped mid sentence, turning to face her oldest son and dropping the spoon she was cooking with. Rushing to his aid, he lowered the girl so his mother could get a better view of her.

"Quickly Takashi," using his full name to direct the seriousness of the situation, "you put her in the guest's room and I get some towels, tell Satoshi to pick up some fresh blankets."

Silently obeying his mother, Mori carried the nameless young woman into a nearby guest room. Laying the new guest onto the bed, Mori removed his jacket from her already damp body. At least the jacket prevented her from getting totally soaked. He quickly raised the warm bed sheets over her form, to make sure she didn't catch pneumonia or some other sort of illness.

"Mori," Satoshi carefully walked in, "I got the blankets."

Satoshi had never seen his brother act this way. Well, unless it was with their cousin Hunny, whom from time to time would get into various mishaps. But this time, Mori had a face of pure panic. It didn't show, as usual, but being his brother Satoshi was able to feel his older brother's uneasiness. Mori grabbed several blankets from his brother, and placed them on top of the young woman, who lied in the bed with a pale complexion.

"Mom's on her way, she's just going to get a few things."

Mori didn't reply. It was to be expected from him though. He had always been more the silent character, but when things went bad or in this case very tense and shocking, his brother could lose himself to this world and enter his own thoughts. Satoshi only stood quietly by him, keeping his own gaze at the young woman who lied in their guest bed.

"How did you find her?"

Satoshi's question must have been able to reach Mori because he turned his head to his younger brother.

"In the bushes at the park." Satoshi noticed the slight shudder that went through his brother, and he couldn't blame him. The park in their district was a relatively decent one; there weren't any reported murders or rape of the sort, but it didn't mean it couldn't happen. Hearing that he found the girl randomly in the bushes of the park made Satoshi shiver inside; anything could have happened to her during the time before Mori found her, and more could have happened to her if he didn't.

"Good thing you caught sight of her when you did."

"Yeah."

Mori's mother finally made it to the guest room, hot towels and other necessities in hand. She thanked both Mori and Satoshi for getting her settled. Mori was proud to have a mother like his. She had graduated from a fine medical school before she met his father, and she worked as a professional doctor at the Ootori hospital before resigning a few years after Satoshi was born. She came from a moderately noble family, and unlike him and many others in their youth she often ventured off to the commoner world.

She didn't need friends to do it.

"Her pulse is steady," she sighed, "but she may be suffering from a slight concussion, I'll have to call the doctor to make sure everything is good, Satoshi do you mind getting Suzuku for me, I'll need her."

"Sure Mom."

Satoshi left without another word to find Suzuku, their family maid.

Hama was sitting in a nice wooden chair beside the young woman her oldest son brought in. She could feel his uneasiness and worry over the girl radiating off his skin. Removing her gaze from the girl, she looked up at her son, who was standing there, still soaking wet.

"Mori, you should really change your clothes."

"I'm fine."

"You could get a death of cold, go now dear and change your clothes, she's not going anywhere."

Mori knew it was pointless to argue with his mother. Without a word he went to his own bedroom, which wasn't very far from the guest room, and changed, out of his wet clothes. Closing his bedroom door, Mori took off his wet shirt and pants. His eyes lazily stared at his jacket; a jacket that he received only a few days ago with dismay. The girl's blood was drying on his jacket, and he knew it would be pointless to keep the jacket. He would have to throw it out later.

After putting on some new clothes, Mori heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. Opening the door, he was met with Satoshi and some familiar faces.

"Hunny wanted to visit you, I told him you were kinda busy-he never listens."

Mori smiled faintly at his brother. He saw his younger cousin stare down at him with large brown eyes that could be made of choclate, clutching his Usa-chan. Before Mori could say "hi' or "what's up" Hunny jumped dramatically into his arms and drove his face into his shirt.

"Satoshi-kun told me and Chika about the lady, sorry Takashi!"

Sure enough there was Hunny's younger brother, Chika, staring at him with content. He gave Mori a slight nod, and Mori returned it.

"Mom said the family doctor is on his way, but it really seems she's going to suffer from a slight concussion."

"That's means she going to be okay right," Hunny looked up at Mori, "right?"

"Yes."

"Can we see her?" Hunny asked.

"Mitsukuni," Chika scolded, "I don't think that is wise, she needs her rest."

Hunny turned to his brother and nodded, "Yeah, maybe if she wakes up, we'll feed her lots of cake with Usa-chan!"

Mori smiled at his cousin's energy. Chika watched his older brother with annoyance, but Mori knew Chika enjoyed Hunny's company.

"Mori, what about the Host Club?" "Are you going to tell them about this?"

A good question raised by his younger brother, was he going to tell the Host Club? He could tell them about this, but he didn't feel it would be a wise decision to do so. His friends were very eccentric, and he was sure the girl wouldn't react in a fine manner once she woke up.

"I'll tell them later," he made his decision, "they'll eventually know."

Hunny seemed to be a bit uneasy with his decision, but he understood where his cousin was coming from. Ignoring the doubts, he smiled brightly, "Did Auntie bake cookies?"

"Of course I did!"

The boys didn't hear Hama walk up to him, but her cheerful voice did break their thoughts. Hunny jumped off of Mori and scurried to his aunt, smiling brightly.

"Is there cake with cookies?"

"Strawberry shortcake with a side dish of triple chocolate chip cookies!" Hama smiled as Hunny skipped off to the kitchen to dine on the fresh strawberry shortcake with Chika and Satoshi following silently behind. Well, Chika did complain about his brother being a cake crazed alien who really needed to act more mature if he was to be the next heir of the Haninozuka clan, but Satoshi quickly hushed him by slapping swiftly on the back of the head with his hand.

"Do not speak of such about your older brother," putting an emphasis on older.

"Shut up Satoshi you idiot." Chika murmured.

Hama chuckled as the younger boys walked to the kitchen to witness Hunny devour more cakes he could fit in his tummy, "Boys, what can I say?"

Mori's previous expression of slight ease deteriorated after the others left. He stood by his bedroom door staring at his mother, his face showing seriousness. Hama stared at her son and sighed. It was nice knowing she gave birth to such a good young man, but she didn't want him to lose himself with all of this.

"Mori maybe you should go and eat as well, you look absolutely famished."

"Mom…"

"Oh dear don't worry about the young woman," Hama said comfortably, "the doctor arrived and said she'll be suffering from a slight concussion and all she'll need is a good rest and nutrients."

"Mother…"

"Now Takashi Morinozuka, you've been through a rough day, and I feel you should go and eat a healthy meal and get some rest as well, you have school in the morning remember that."

Mori flinched at his mother's stern tone. He knew he was stepping onto dangerous territory, and it wouldn't be wise to try and argue with her. Sighing, he stuffed his pants into his pockets and casually strode to the kitchen to meet up with everyone else.

"And Mori dear," she called out to his retreated form.

"Yes Mom?" He turned his face so their eyes were meeting.

"I'll have to report this to your father when he returns home, but you may visit her before you go to bed."

A small smile broke on Mori's face, "Thank you Mom."

Who would believe that all of this chaos started on a seemingly beautiful Sunday morning?

A/N: There it is the end of the first chapter. While typing this chapter, I kept thinking about Haruhi and how easy it was to fit her with any of the Host Club Members-excluding Hunny. I want to say thanks to those who read and to the others who decided to review.

If needed please leave any constructive criticism, or any advice to the author.