Twin Devils

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Twin Devils

(a/n:First story, feedback appreciated)

(Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING)

Italic: Thoughts

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Chapter One

Haruhi’s POV

Somehow, through all the commotion and customers, I could still hear his voice above all. His light and cheerful laughter filled the air. For some reason, I kept looking over there like I was drawn to them.

He was so relaxed in the chair, back slouched, one knee bent and pulled to his chest, and the other stretched long beneath the table. On his left, an exact copy sat in his chair properly, pouring each yellow clad lady a steaming cup of commoner’s coffee. 

Throwing his head back, Hikaru laughed, slapping the table lightly, “I still remember when our mother took us on a tour of her friend’s new chocolate factory. They just had huge piles of candy lying around! Kaoru went to town on the little chocolate elephants. I lost count after his fifteenth pile!”

Kaoru’s face deepened a few shades of red, and he closed his eyes, looking away, “Hikaru!” He put the tip of his thumb on his lip, tears swimming in his eyes, “You promised not to tell them that...”

Hikaru’s face suddenly became serious, and he stopped laughing, “I’m sorry Kaoru.” He took his twin’s face in his hands, standing over him. The smooth tips of his fingers brushed away the tears. They gaze at each other, in a trance. “You were so on a sugar high I got you to do anything,” he whispered. “And the chocolate off your lips tasted so fresh. It was so adorable... I had to tell them. I’m sorry.”

The twin blushed, staring back at Hikaru, “I forgive you...”

All the girls around them squealed, blushes blazing across their skin. I rolled my eyes, releasing a sigh. How are those two so popular? And why do those girls fall for them so easily?

I could see the glossy seal of tear drops peeking out of Kaoru’s sleeve, and I almost snorted. Of course.

“Haruhi,” a voice summoned me back to reality.

Turning back around in my chair, I looked around at the table of impatient girls waiting on me. I closed my eyes and put on my best smile, “I’m sorry ladies, I guess I just got distracted. I promise it won’t happen again.”

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Of course, when all the ladies were ushered back to class, I was stuck with the clean up. Releasing a breath, I put up all the glasses and stacked the chairs.

“Haruhi,” the collected dark prince Kyoya called, “come join us. We’re looking over this week’s costumer statistics.”

Dragging my feet, I trudged over there slowly, hunched. “...Rich people...” I grumbled to myself.

All of the hosts were gathered around this chart optimistically, Kyoya pointing out the numbers and scales like a genius explaining a theory to monkeys. “All right. Now that we’re all here, let’s get started.” He cracked the pointer onto the board, “Tamaki is still on top. He has brought in over 275 clients this week and his request rate is 70%.”