Twin Devils

The Surprise Meeting

Twin Devils

 

(Disclaimer: I do not own anything)

Italics: Haruhi’s thoughts

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Chapter Four

            I stood, staring at the hand extended out to me. Mister… Hitachiin is… the White Devil? He waited politely, smile never fading or faltering. Blubbering like a commoner wasn’t going to make a very good first impression, so I stuck a hand out, taking his hand in an uncoordinated way, shaking it without experience, “I… um, I-I’m, uh, not a b-“

            “-business man like yourself so he doesn’t know how to shake hands so professionally,” Kaoru said, propping himself on my left shoulder. “Go along with it,” he whispered softly into my ear.

            Hikaru leaned on my right shoulder, hand going up and twirling my hair around a slender finger, “Dad, this is Haruhi Fujioka, the commoner that got in because of his grades. Haruhi, this is our father, J-“

            “-Just call me Mr. Hitachiin,” he smiled kindly, putting another hand over my own. “That’s what everyone calls me.” He winked.

            He pulled away, running a hand through his reddish-brown hair, looking around, “The place looks lovely,” he chuckled, ruffling the twins hair. “Not that you two clean or anything.”

            Kaoru chuckled, looking up at his father, “We get that from you, dad.”

            “Yeah, we also can’t cook. Thanks father,” Hikaru laughed.

            Mr. Hitachiin put them both of them under his arms, looking down at them, “What exciting is coming up?”

            “Well,” They said in unison. “They masquerade ball is coming up.”

            “Is Haruhi coming?” He asked politely, looking up at me.

            The twins followed his gaze, and I fought the urge to squirm under the trio of such intrusive gazes.

            “Of course,” they said. “He’ll be there.”

            “Cool. Then count me in!”

            All three beamed at each other, and I smiled to myself. This seemed so normal. Like if you stripped away the mansion and all the expensive clothing, you wouldn’t be able tell that these three men are rich. My eyes scanned over them, looking at their faces, their hands, their bodies, and all I saw was happiness. This looked exactly like a portrait of a man spending time with his adoring sons. Though I felt like if I was going to paint this, the twins would be really clear and defined lines while the father was with smooth and fuzzy lines. Mr. Hitachiin made Hikaru and Kaoru sharper.

            “So when is the dance?” Mr. Hitachiin asked, looking down at the twins.

            They shrugged, standing up, “In a few months.”

            He frowned, “Oh. Boys, I might not be able to make it…”

            They tilted their heads to the side like it didn’t affect them, but I saw the slight change in their eyes, the fading of their brightness. The twins grew dull from their originally clean lines.