Twin Devils

A Date With Death

(A/N: Sorry that this one came so late guys, I’ve been super tied up. But I finished it. And here it is. Enjoy.)

Twin Devils

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Italics: Haruhi’s thoughts

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Chapter Six

 

            When I woke in the morning on my soft bed, I could almost forget what happened yesterday. Almost. As soon as my eyes opened and I had straightened all my limbs, the reality crushed down upon me like a ton of bricks. I had bought myself a date with a gangster. Perfect.

            I scooted out of bed, grumbling to myself as I shuffled to the bathroom. The floor was cold on my bare feet, the tile even colder in the pristine bathroom. Eventually I just leaned heavily on the granite counter, staring at my haggard reflection in the ornate mirror. My hair was ruffled and edgy, my skin shiny and pale and as I touched the bags under my eyes I could tell that I slept very fitfully through out the night. Releasing a deep sigh, I stripped my clothing and lugged myself into the shower.

            The water didn’t whine as it flowed smoothly through the shower head, the water instantly warm, splashing against the blemish free pink tiles. I hugged myself tightly, hair dangling in front of my face. Sighing, I pressed my face against the wall, leaning into it as I let the water run down my back to soothe the sore muscles. I just stood there like that, letting the steam and water envelope my body from the morning, trying to wake me from my lingering slumber and to rejuvenate some of myself so that I could function properly.

            Looking around, I eventually found the lavish soaps and scrubs, cleaning myself half heartedly. Without wanting to, I turned the handle down, cutting off the warm supply of water. Slowly, but with more function, I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself off. After the towel was securely covering me, I glanced up at the ceiling for guidance, “Can you see this from Heaven, Mom? I bet you wouldn’t approve if I came home with a mob boyfriend. Then you’d disown me and I’d have to pierce something not on my face.” I released a sigh, staring out at the fogged up mirror, “Not responding today, huh? Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to. I know that you’re busy. I just… Thank you for listening, Mom.” I mumbled it quietly, slowly leaving the bathroom with those words.

            Outside in my room stood one of the maids. She straightened her skirts, clasping her hands together and looking up at me, “Good morning, Miss Fujioka.”

            I made a small noise of surprise, staring at her. Slowly regaining my composure, I replied, “Good morning. You know that you can just call me Haruhi, right? That’s my name.”

            She looked away, fidgeting awkwardly, “I’m sorry Miss Fujioka, but I must insist. This is how I must formally address you.”

            “It doesn’t matter to me what you call me, Haruhi, Miss Fujioka, Haru. It’s all the same to me. But just don’t call me master or servant. I’m not above or below you. I don’t care what you call me ma’am but if you treat me kindly, I’ll return the favor. So how about we just be cool around each other, you know?”