The Truth About the Girl With the Broken Smile [Ouran Host Club] (Editing)

The Twins

“India, can we talk to you?”

                I twirled on the balls of my feet to face the Hitachii brothers. I licked my lips. This had to be good. I’d hoped the initial shock from first period would wear off, but seeing as how it was lunch and they sprinted after me after my mad dash for the door, I’d say they were still bothered by me. I forced a small smile.

                “Call me Indie.” I paused. “Wassup?”

 I cleared my throat, touching my locket to make sure it was still in place. My grin widened, yep. It was there, which meant I was saved from a recap of this morning.

Hikaru still refused to make eye contact with me, and the unnamed twin hadn’t given me his name yet, which kind of bothered me. I let it slide. I was just an awkward girl. What could they possibly want with me?

“Who am I?” He asked after a beat. I blinked twice. Was he serious? “Am I Hikaru?”

“No.” I said carefully. My gaze flickered between the brothers. I shifted uncomfortably. “I still don’t know your name, but you’re not Hikaru.”

He stumbled back, smirking. “How do you know? Do you have any proof? I am Hikaru.”

“Ok, if you keep saying that I’m going to start to assume you’re jealous of your brother and want to steal his identity. You are not Hikaru. He is.” I nodded my head in the direction of the real Hikaru. His twin remained unfazed.

“That’s not proof.” He smiled. “I need real proof.”

“Well, for one, you wouldn’t be stalking me unless I was right. People don’t general do that, but I must admit, from what I’ve seen, you’re not like most people. Secondly, your voice is softer than your brother’s. It’s got a more down to earth vibe, more relaxed and less childish. Thirdly, you two are nothing alike.”

I took the chance to side step them as they tried to process the information I just fed them. He caught me at my elbow.

“That’s it?” He asked. “That’s the big secret?”

I nodded. “Yeah, what’d you expect? I’m only human, I don’t have super powers, you know.”

I clutched my bag against my chest and started back on my path feeling the boys’ eyes on me all the way down the hall. I half expected them to follow me, but they remained frozen. I sighed. The good news was neither one of them asked about my scar. That meant there was a good chance neither of them saw it, and I was in the clearing.

They weren’t Tamaki.

They didn’t pester me

About my

Broken

Smile.

                Which, I assumed, was a good thing. So then, why did I crave someone to ask me about it? Why did I want the brothers to chase after me and ask if I was alright? Why did I secretly want them to know?

                A rogue chill caught me off guard. I took the opportunity to glance back over my shoulder, but the halls were empty. Everyone was at their usual eating place, and I was here.

Alone.

I sighed.

                I must’ve been PMSing, or something. My moods were off the charts. Up and down.

I was a rollercoaster.

                That said, I pushed open the doors to the girl’s bathroom and set my stuff down by the sink. I glanced briefly at my reflection, making sure my necklace didn’t move and my scar was covered. To my pleasure, it remained in place. I smiled. Good.