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"Ah, you're both twins. Not identical, but still twins."
The blond haired boy charmingly smiled, looking down at the two girls.
"A boy and a girl."
'Boy?' Y/n thought with...
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"Uhh, Kyoya-Senpai, is everything okay?"
The said young man disregarded Y/n's question and kept his concentration on the marketing stand.
"You know, they have such exquisite color, don't they?" The man with the mustache began, glancing both ways with one of his hands hovering over the side of his mouth and whispered. "To tell you the truth, I'm not really even supposed to have these out on display. The bulk of the Komatsu collection has been privately held for ages. Pieces rarely come up for sale."
The elderly woman looked closely at the collection in awe.
Kyoya approached the stand, making a confused expression appear on Y/n's face. "What is he doing?"
"I don't know. Let's go see." Haruhi told her and walked towards Kyoya, keeping her distance from him as Y/n followed her.
"With all due respect, these are fake." He interjected with a faint, cunning smirk. The aged woman turned her head to where his voice came from, acknowledging his presence.
"Hey, get out of here, kid. What do you think you're doing?" The man scowled.
Kyoya picked up a blue bowl and inspected it. "The shade of blue is strongly reminiscent of Shoin's work, but looking closely around the base you'll notice the color graduation isn't quite dark enough to be authentic--that and the lacquer is too clear."
The man looked taken aback, an irked expression materializing on his facial features. "That's enough of you, Mr. Expert! I'll report you for obstructing my business!" He threatened as a small group of people started to assemble around the commotion.
Kyoya turned the item in his hands around, making the bottom part of the bowl face upwards. "Just as I thought. The brushstrokes on this seal are uncharacteristically broad as well. For your sake I hope you have a certificate." He glanced at the older male who began to sweat tensely. "That is if you still insist it's real."
"Of course it's real!" He stuttered with a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I have the certificate at home!"
"Ah, then surely you won't mind if I call the Komatsu family right now to verify your claim." The raven haired young man challenged. "My own family has had dealings with them for generations. It would only be a matter of minutes."
"Busted." Y/n extended the word with a small smirk evident on her lips as she viewed the man gasp in horror, making Haruhi nudge her in the rib cage as a way of telling her to knock it off.
Before long, security was called and escorted the man away. Y/n and Haruhi saw as the elderly woman bowed repeatedly in front of their upperclassman, exhibiting her gratitude.
