Twin Devils

The White Devil

Twin Devils

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Italics: Haruhi’s thought

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Chapter Three

 

            That night, I fell asleep with Hikaru’s warm arms around me, my head on Kaoru’s soft chest. The music was a soft tone, gentle rifts of a guitar and a little piano, tender to the ears. I dreamt of that music in the dream I had. The dream was so vivid I swore it was real, that I was just seeing myself in another life, staring at my twin. It was so strange.

            It started out with that song, the notes quiet and gentle. Then I shattered the darkness, falling out in a beautifully yellow dress, something I would never wear, along with a diamond crown and golden slippers. I looked down at myself, searching my fresh skin for the usual sign that I needed to bathe or that I had written my grocery list there with marker. I couldn’t find any. It was pristine and crisp. Then I realized, this couldn’t be me.

            As soon as I thought the words, a mirror sprouted from the ground, carved from silver and as brilliant as the moon. My skin nearly glowed, my make up done to perfection, my short hair styled to look extremely feminine, and any flaw that could’ve been was gone. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the mirror, gazing into its depths, searching for who this strange woman was. She didn’t have crinkles above her forehead, no bags were found under her eyes, and she didn’t have a puffy red nose. This woman was gorgeous. Through the mirror, I saw people blossom out of the darkness, in ornate suits and dresses, all of them staring at me. The low buzz of talking sifted through the room like bees as my gaze shifted through the crowd. A great ballroom materialized all around us, and I realized every single person was wearing the same unsettling white mask, their blank eyes staring at me. Just as I was about to turn back to the mirror, someone tapped me gently on the shoulder. I turned to see who it was.

            In front of me stood a six foot man with a stark white suit on, so crisp and chipper it almost hurt my eyes to look at. It had white everything: white vest, white shirt, white tie, white jacket, white pants, white shoes, white gloves, and white cufflinks. The only splash of color was a black thorny rose in his lapel, the petals beguiling and thorns wicked. It sneered at me, daring me to come any closer and it would sink its teeth in me. The man wore a different mask, a glaring devil one that was the color of blood, stretching just to his cheekbones, the horns spiraling up through his fiery hair. His golden eyes gazed down into mine, and he bowed low, extending a hand. I never saw his mouth move, but I felt him say the words.

            “May I have this dance?” The voice was elegant and reserved, one I haven’t heard before. Slowly, I slid my hand into the soft folds of his gloved one. He pulled me close, arm around my waist. I gasped aloud, letting him hold me like this. One of his hands held mine up gently, the other tucked around my waist. I was pressed against his chest, staring up at him through wide eyes as he gazed down at me through the mask. Then we started dancing.

            He moved to the music, our dance going to the soft rifts of the guitar and the silent thrum of the piano. He was skilled where I wasn’t, but my body seemed to know more than I did, so I followed him actually able to keep up. This man was obviously one of the twins… but which one? And why would I dream about this? If my hands hadn’t been occupied, my hands would’ve been in the process of ripping out my hair. I could usually tell them apart so easily, but now as I watched him move, the gentleness of his grip, the fierceness of his eyes, the sharp contour of his jaw… and I came up blank.