Twin Devils

Dirty Little Secret

Twin Devils

Chapter Nine

Italics: Haruhi’s thoughts

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            “Wait a minute… WHAT?! WHY DID YOU PUT MY LITTLE GIRL WITH SHADY TWIN?!” Tamaki shouting, getting defensive.

            Renge scoffed, “He’s probably a better boyfriend than you will ever be. Oh! This is perfect inspiration for my Ouran Academy Moe Moe Volume 9!”

            I looked away from Kaoru finally, the memories of our alone time crashing back to me suddenly. The faint blush remained on my cheeks throughout, “Uh… don’t I get a say in this anywhere? I mean, this so called ‘relationship’ does include me right?”

            “Oh Haruhi,” Renge came over and patted me on the head. “Poor, sheltered Haruhi. Silly, confused Haruhi. You’ve been deprived of relationships, haven’t you? Well that doesn’t matter! So what it’s a homosexual relationship and Kaoru is way out of your league and you might not even like men, BUT THE OTAKUS WILL THINK IT’S BEAUTIFUL!” She swooned, falling into me. “The thought alone can make  me eat three whole bowls of rice!”

            Kyoya shrugged, “I have no problem with that. The relationship doesn’t bother me in the least and doesn’t cost me any profit so by all means, I support it wholeheartedly.”

            “WHY, KYOYA, WHY?! DON’T SELL OUT TO THE MAN!” Tamaki got down on his hands and knees, tugging on Kyoya’s pants legs, sniveling as his eyes filled with puppy dog tears. “She’s taking my little girl away from me, Kyoya. Mommy, she’s taking our little girl, we must-“

            Snapping his book to a shut, Kyoya swung the leather bound tome down and hit the Host Club King in the face, curving his lip up in a cocky smirk, “Tamaki. Shut up and get real. It was never going to happen anyway. You’re too much of an idiot, for her.” He started walking away, Tamaki dragging from his leg like a stray toilet paper piece, “The sooner you can accept that, the sooner we can all get on with our lives, moron.”

            Tamaki froze, swinging off into a corner, slate pale. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, eyes glassy and mouth wide open. He curled up, regressing in his little stance of pitifulness. He made a hissing noise like a truck releasing air at a stop, “Ma.”

            “Great,” Hikaru said. “Thanks Kyoya, you made the boss so upset that he’s regressing. Again.”

            “You’re welcome. That’s what I’m here for.” He waved a hand nonchalantly as he called back to us while walking away.

            I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes I doubt my decision to join this club.”

            Honey was in a corner, pouting with Uca-chan, “Why couldn’t I date Haruhi? I would’ve shared my cake with her. Both me and Takashi could’ve been her boyfriends. Now it’s just me and you, Uca-chan.”

            I looked over, “Uh, I don’t think that’s how it works, Honey senpai.”

            “Or we not good enough, Haru-chan?” Honey asked, turning around pouting up at me with his large swimming orbs of honey brown.

            “Why are you blaming me?” I couldn’t take that look of Honey’s and had to advert my gaze for a second, almost like a breather. Walking over to him, I crouched down and patted him on the back. “I tell you what, I’ll eat cake with you every week. How does that sound? It can be like our own little date night.”