Twin Devils

When the Pain Leaves

Twin Devils

 

Chapter 13

 

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(A/N: Alright, so not a lot of you liked the Jaga chapter. I don’t know if it was because in it, I hurt Kaoru, or what, but sorry. I thought lots of you guys would’ve liked to see the jealous side of Jaga. And Kaoru had it taken out on him.

So, to make up for the Jaga chapter, who no one seemed to like, I’ll make this chapter have a ton of great Kaoru moments in it.

P.S. It’s not like Kaoru’s dead. Don’t get your panties in a twist, ladies.)

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            Ever since we had come out as a couple, the fangirls have come multiplying. The relationship should have been scandalous, especially for Kaoru. I mean, first all he was in a romantic innuendo status with his own twin brother, and now two of the Host Club members had gotten together, and the nice twin was mingling with a commoner boy of all people! Though no one really thought it was scandalous, I guess because the whole “Brotherly Love” thing was a pretty bold already, the girls weren’t surprised at much from the Hitachiin twins. People would request for us to kiss each other in front of them, or to cuddle for extended periods of time. It wasn’t that bad… I got to spend time with him more like this, and I enjoyed every second with Kaoru. It seemed like we spent all of our time together, first here, then at the house. The rest of the host club wholeheartedly approved of our relationship. Well… Most of them did. Tamaki and Hikaru didn’t really like it. If I spent too much time over at the Hitachiin table, Hikaru would wave me away saying that I already saw the man enough. And if I was caught looking too long at Kaoru while I was in the middle of entertaining some ladies, then I would get chastised by Tamaki, him screaming some gibberish about “HARUHI!” and “DADDY!”

            The others would play along with the whole thing. Honey would come over to us whenever a client asked us to do something together and give us samples of the latest cakes he had acquired. Mori would come find us if we would sneak off together, and instead of making us go back to work, he would grunt and ruffle my hair, then lock the door behind him. Renge was head over heels for our relationship. She set up posters around the campus, had a ton of Kaoruhi (our couple name) CDs, and was even slapping our kissing faces on T-shirts. And Kasanoda stopped by everyday, pulling Kaoru into the back room to have a talk with him. I am never told what goes on behind those doors, but it’s been hinted that it involves threatening, dead flowers, and Kasanoda saying, “Hurt her and you’re next.”

Even Kyoya supported us, in his own twisted way. He called me over whenever I wasn’t busy, “Haruhi, I have a business proposition for you.”

I always paused at moments like these. Kyoya never did this type of stuff unless he had some sort of personal gain. I’ve chosen to tread lightly, “I’m listening.”

“Why don’t you start openly flirting with Kaoru in front of the princesses?” He suggested slyly, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“No way in hell, senpai.” I said, not liking that manipulative sound in his voice.

“Oh really?” He was writing in his black notebook. “I’ll lower your quota by a few thousand yen.”

I grumbled, “Well, it’s just a few lousy pick up lines, right?”

I knew that I was in trouble because Kyoya actually chuckled, a real, human like chuckle.