Twin Devils

Halloween Special

Twin Devils

 

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Halloween Special

 

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            It was now that time of year at Ouran Academy where leaves turned dead and their bodies decorated the lawn. Jack-o-lanterns guarded the halls at intervals, each wearing a different, flickering expression. This was Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve, the day when spirits roam the Earth to wreak havoc among the living. The day when witches brew their potions, when werewolves prowl the forests, and the undead feast on the blood of life. It’s also the day when kids dress up as all these creatures and they patrol neighbourhoods for outstretched candy.  The night was where teens dressed in compromising costumes and go to parties and usually wake up with no memory of the night after. This night Adults scramble to gather enough candy in time, and seniors grumble with noise complaints.

            The night was cool, with a brisk fall air stirring the fallen orange leaves, and a full harvest moon illuminating the scene in a faint yellow glow. Bare trees stuck out of the ground, twisted and gnarled like snarling beasts, they were witches’ hands casting vexes. The mood was eerie, the perfect night for the creatures of Hell to raze the Earth…

            But that night, past the legends and trick-or-treaters, inside the luxurious academy, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. In the main hall, a party was being thrown, a Halloween bash in fact, on that was hosted by none other than the members of the elite Ouran High School Host Club. The scene was lit dimly, candles and chandeliers low to match the feeling, a snack table across the side, holding tasty dishes to serve to the students who came. Each person was in costume, bodies swaying to rhythmic music pulsating under the flashing strobe lights. Every student was enjoying themselves, which in turn made the hosts happy, just watching the partygoers from their ledge.

            “This was such a great idea!” Tamaki proclaimed, grinning as a cluster of women walked by them. “To throw a costume party for the school. It gives us a reason to dress up and throw a party!” Tamaki himself was dressed as a king (of course) a red glimmering crown atop his head illuminating his violet eyes. A red cape fluttered down his back, and in all the poofy clothing and such. He took the opportunity for the night to wear all kinds of rings and jewelry, each piece as golden as his locks of hair.

            “Don’t forget about the money. We are also gaining a magnificent profit from this event,” Kyoya piped in, his little black book tucked under his arm. He was dressed up just as much as the others, clothes silver and violet, golden threads webbing through the fabric. He was a ringleader, all done up in his little French suit. Golden epaulettes adorned his shoulders, silver buttons lining his vest and waist coat, silver pants and shoes sparking his feet with a golden whip at his side. His costume was not only accurate, it also was incredibly punny. Kyoya Ootori was the ring leader. “Great job in coming up with all the scheduling, themes, and costumes, Renge.”

            Renge grinned up at Kyoya, stars practically swimming in her eyes after being doted on by him. She basically swooned, and almost did but the sight of Kyoya in semi-tight clothing brought her back instantly. She was dressed up in cosplay as some sort of angel that lived on the beach, so of course her clothing included a bikini, a tiny set of white feathery wings, and nothing else. The bikini barely covered, scandalous against her pale skin and leaving little to imagination. She giggled and twirled around, her thick braided hair slinging over her shoulder as she blinked innocently up at Kyoya, “So, what do you think of my Halloween costume, Kyoya?”