Morinozuka Takashi

「抱きしめたその温もりが いつまでも消えないように 零れた涙は僕が拭うから ずっと側にいるよ」 M!A: N/A Online [ ] Offline [x] Indie roleplay blog; not limited to the Ouran 'verse; feel free to interact with me

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Sakura Kiss (Music Box Ver.)

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BONUS - I also made a music box version of the piano/slow Sakura Kiss. I decided only to post one on tumblr, though. Give both versions a listen, which one do you like more? Personally, I prefer the slower one.

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Tamaki jumped slightly, as he hadn’t heard Mori approaching at all. He had been lost in his own childish world, of playing games with the children in the park, and just feeling genuinely happy. Tamaki was always a happy guy, regardless of the situation, but this felt different. It felt familiar. He wasn’t forced to sit still in an office, signing off on agreements he knew nothing about and consulting business men as if business was his forte. Little did he know, it really was. Though Kyoya had always been in charge of the Host Club’s inner workings, it had all started because of Tamaki. And that was business, wasn’t it?

Still, to be here with a former Host Club member. To enjoy life like he had in high school, before all this Suoh Enterprises stuff had taken over. It was nice. And soon, Takashi would be spending time in the office with him, so he would never have to be alone again. He laughed as the male pushed him just slightly, before the other was behind him. He tilted his head backwards, giving a small grin to the other before nodding, holding his ice cream as if it was an Oscar award. He shuddered as the other touched the small of his back, eyes closed slightly. Something so small, yet so intimate. He hadn’t been intimate since…

"Do you ever talk to Kyoya?" He asked randomly, violet eyes fluttering open as he timidly licked at his ice cream cone. He was curious. He didn’t think Kyoya and Mori had been that close - little did he know - but he had heard that the bespectacled best friend of his was trying to keep up with the other Host Club members. He shook his head, trying not to think about it as he swung back and forth, finally dipping his tongue into the melted cool nectar that had pooled at the bottom of his cone, lapping it gently before licking his lips.

"We should probably go. We’ve been out all day, and work is tomorrow." He groaned at the thought, jumping off the swing before finishing off his cone, licking his fingers in a rather enticing manner, and tilting his head as he walked over to Mori, before resting his own blonde locks upon the other’s shoulder. “You could stay the night with me, if you want. I know tomorrow is your first day. We could carpool to work together, and I can make you breakfast and get you all pumped up and excited. It’d be fun. Like, a sleepover for grown-ups!"

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“Hm?” The question caught Takashi unawares. He stayed silent as he contemplated what to say still pushing Tamaki on the swing. Kyoya. There was a name he hadn't heard in a while. The Shadow King and mother of the Host Club. As for as he knew, the bespectacled male was studying in abroad in America. They had never exactly been close but there had been a certain kinship between them as they were—as a rule—of the more level headed persuasion (along with Haruhi). He had been Kyoya's senpai and had let him know that he could always count on him if he ever needed anything—not that he ever expected that offer to be taken. He was a very independent and private man after all.

He looked at his blond friend once more before answering in his customary low voice, “We don't talk much. I think we may have exchanged a generic e-mail or two but that's the extent of it. The one who has more contact with him would be Kaoru; they were good friends if I recall correctly.” It was an interesting combination if truth be told but it worked rather well as could be seen by the sports day results. Hm. That seems like it was so long ago. And maybe it was. Maybe he was just getting old and time seemed to just pass him by in the blink of an eye leaving him at a standstill.

Mori smiled slightly at Tamaki's dramatic groan concerning Monday morning work. Oh. The horror. In all honesty he was looking forward to his internship immensely; finally a real job at a real company. And with real pay, he mused and chuckled inwardly. Perhaps being an adult wasn't too bad after all. Onyx eyes followed the path of his friend's tongue a bit too closely as it licked slender fingers clean in a rather sensual way. Not that he would admit it; no, it was just too weird to think of him like that. Still, eyes widened slightly as the blond rested his head against his shoulder in a casual manner.

'Like, a sleepover for grown-ups!'

That brought a small laugh out of Takashi. Oh, Tamaki, you idiot. Ruffling the other's hair affectionately he gave a small nod. “Stay the night? Yes. I would like that though I wasn't aware that you could cook,” he teased and slung an arm around his friend's shoulders reeling him in flush against his chest. “I will have to stop by my house to pick up some suitable work clothes first as well as other things for staying overnight at yours.” Though I wonder what your father will think about this. And your grandmother... He quickly broke that train of thought as he dropped his arm from around Tamaki and once more put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Shall we go?” Mori asked and looked in the direction of the park exit.

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