Disclaimer: We do not own Ouran High School Host Club, but we do believe in putting things back where they belong.

Mori smiled quietly as he stepped beneath the tree overlooking the kendo practice fields. He searched out a particular mop of hair that went along with the inherited form of a National Kendo Champion.

There. Pushing up glasses and looking a little nervous (though no one but he or his wife would be able to tell), was Kyōko.

A soft sniff from above let him know that he wasn't alone; he hadn't expected to be, so he put his hands in his pockets and gave her the facts.

"I spoke to Tamaki. The teachers reported an excellent first day." To illustrate this, Kyōko gave an excellent jab with the practice sword; Mori felt the hit himself, in the form of fatherly pride. "By all accounts, Kyōko was happy and attentive."

A sigh of relief came from the branch where Haruhi was sitting.

Mori turned to give her a small smile. "Don't worry," he said.

"I can't believe I shouted at our child," Haruhi replied. "A vase, no matter how expensive it might be, is nothing compared to Kyōko's feelings."

Mori reached up to pat her hand affectionately. "You can see everything is going well," he assured her.

At that moment, Kyōko took a hit on the helmet from an upperclassman, stumbling backward and to the ground.

Mori amended his statement: "Kyōko is working hard. No less than if the two of you had not had an argument."

Haruhi sighed, holding out her hands for her husband to lift her down from the tree. She watched their child get back up from the ground on the first day of high school and land a succession of blows on the upperclassman which then knocked him to the ground.

As he lifted her down, they were noticed. Kyōko pulled off the helmet and waved delightedly, grinning in triumph.

Haruhi smiled and took Mori's hand. "Maybe it's time..." she mused. "After we get it repaired, we should donate the vase back to the school."

"Yes," her husband agreed, tugging her away for a walk around the grounds. "I brought the idea up to Tamaki; he thinks it would look lovely in the Third Music Room."

Haruhi was silent until they stopped to look up at the windows of the room in question.

"Surely Kyōko will not choose to join the Host Club...?"

Mori only smiled. "Let's leave that decision up to Kyōko."

Author's Note (July 26, 2016): Thank you for enjoying The Unbroken Vase. If you would like to read some of the work that Stella_Malodi and I are doing now, please check out our names at Archive of Our Own dot org or on tumblr.