Twin Devils

The Benefits of Being Twins

Twin Devils

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Italics: Haruhi’s thoughts

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            “What on earth happened?”

            Kaoru had called an emergency meeting for the Host Club, which meant that we all rush to school early and hold council in the abandoned music room 3. The rest of the group, even Kyoya, had show concern as to why we would be having an emergency meeting, and all of them had thought something was wrong with me.

            What was wrong with me? I caused this, I guess. We had all gathered in the room, huddled around Hikaru. “What on earth happened?” Tamaki asked again.

            Hikaru’s face looked even worse in the morning light, his eye slightly purple and swollen, his nose and lip puffy from where they had been hit repeatedly. Tamaki stood over the beaten twin like a mother fretting for a child as he cleaned up Hikaru’s face. Kyoya sat in the back like a recluse, writing in his little black notebook, casually lifting his head back to glance at us every now and then. Kaoru stood loyally at Hikaru’s side, brushing his hair back and placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Hikaru had to constantly look up and comfort his twin, squeezing his hand and muttering that he was all right. Honey and Mori were running around apropos to Tamaki’s orders, fetching towels, water, ice, or bandages. Tamaki looked back at me, “Well. I’m waiting for an explanation.”

            I wished that Tamaki had sounded more idiotic in that instance, because then it would’ve been easier to swallow the guilt, but he sounded so grown up and rational that it brought back the memories of that night when I’d heard the pops of skin hitting skin. “Well, you see…”

Kaoru reached out and took my hand, stepping away from his brother, “Haruhi came home late last night after her date with Jaga. Hikaru was taking out the trash when he saw Jaga holding her against her will on the front porch. He rushed out there and attacked Jaga. These, all the marks and bruises, are proof from the fight.”

Tamaki stopped what he was doing to look up at Hikaru with a faint awe. He put down the supplies he’d been holding, “You really went out and did all of that, Hikaru?”

Scoffing, Hikaru shrugged, looking away, “Well, I did say I was taking out the trash, didn’t I?”

“That was really brave of you,” Tamaki nodded. “You took some serious damage during that fight.”

“Please. You should see the other guy,” Hikaru said.

Tamaki shook his head, “This is no joking matter, Hikaru.”

“I’m not joking.”

They each stared at each other, then Tamaki sighed, beginning to wrap Hikaru’s knuckles in bandages, “Don’t get me wrong, I admire your spunk and your tenaciousness, but those are the same things that are going to get you in serious trouble some day. If you don’t be careful, you’re going to wreck yourself, and none of us want to see that happen. You might think that you’re protecting the people you love, but what happens if you get hurt? The people you love will have no one to look after them. You have a good and sound mind, Hikaru. It’s time to start using it.”

Hikaru opened his mouth, and then slowly closed it, not knowing what to say exactly against that. He closed his eyes, turning his head away, “Well, blame Haruhi for being so helpless. It’s not my fault she was drunk out of her mind.”