Twin Devils

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl can have Without Taking off her Clothes

  Twin Devils
                                                                                                                       Chapter 18
        
        At Ouran Academy, everything was great. The air outside was chilly, yet the sun still warmed the Earth's occupants. The trees were bare, yet instead of scary silhouettes they were art, frozen in place by winter's halted breath. The yards were often covered in frost every morning, and stayed that way until the sun hit high noon. Everyone was fine though, bundling up under bulky clothing, just awaiting the day that it became extremely cold. The girls were happy, chatting casually about how they were going to get their family pictures done in all of the snowy bliss, excited for it. All the young men gathered and bragged about who's ski resort was bigger than the others. Typical Ouran Academy students.

        And in the Host Club, everything was great. Sales and visits were through the roof, which Kyoya later revealed to me that fact was because it was growing into the colder months and the ladies liked to be accompanied with a man they could snuggle up to. Which, to me, sounds really lame and stupid that that was the reason the girls had been pouring in, then I thought about how I really couldn't blame them. Being snuggled up with someone you like on the couch, all cuddled up together when it's cold outside, under a blanket and watching a good movie with a cup of hot cocoa. It is very nice, I must admit. Because of Tamaki's antics, all of the regular tables and couches had been replaced with kotatsus, all of the hosts pouring the ladies tea and commoner's coffee. Everyone was laughing and smiling, having a good time. Everything was great.

        And that's usually when you know things are about to go wrong.

        I guess that I still had a goofy look on my face from when I was thinking about snuggling up with someone I loved on the couch with hot cocoa, because right at that moment, that's when I felt arms come around my waist, and a face snuggle into my neck. My goofy smile spread. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his smile, "Looks like you've been thinking about me again, eh?"

        "Maybe," I smiled, closing my eyes and leaning over to our heads were pressed together. We were in the back, so most customers didn't bother watching us, too busy with their hosts, and tea, and commoner's coffee. "What have you been up to, Hikaru?"

        Humming lightly, he squeezed my waist, drawing me back closer against him, "I was just thinking about you. Thinking about us."

        "I think there's a love song in there somewhere," I pointed out, poking his nose as I chuckled.

        He shook his head, "Dangit," he laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly. "You weren't supposed to know where that was from. Did it work, at least?"

        "Oh yeah," I nodded, humming the song lightly under my breath. "Totally romantic. Even better when Nelly sings it though."
        "Why you sly little girl!" He tickled at my side, lifting me up and taking me to the back room. I squealed at his moves, laughing as I was lifted and taken back into the back space. Hikaru made us both fall back onto a couch, me landing on sprawled on top of him, hands on his chest, our legs a tangled mess. We both went into loud laughter, and when he did, I got to feel every lift and fall in his chest. I closed my eyes, trying to still my chuckling, my face plastered with a silly grin. 

        Cool fingertips brushed on my chin, slowly going over my cheek, grazing over my temple  and they came to a stop embedded in my hair. I don't know what it was, the fact that I was pressed so close to Hikaru, or the chills that his fingers sent through my spine, but it got me to stop laughing immediately.

        I opened my eyes to find an adoring Hikaru reflecting me, his face all angular and edges. Beams of morning light caught at his hair, softening his demeanor in stature and color, casting a faint glow around him. His eyes looked as if they were consuming me, catching me in their crosshairs and not letting go until their mission was fulfilled. He was painting a picture of me, not on something as materialistic as a canvas, or as flimsy as the pixels of a phone. He was painting my portrait in his brain, the part of it that was categorized for tenderness and love, the wild part of him that was a romantic maniac. This part was contained past the nonimportant parts labeled for living and moving. This was in the part built for being, and I was lucky enough to see myself residing in there. When he broke the silence, it was a serene loudness, a single sentence that made the air pregnant with a new stillness, "You are so beautiful, Haruhi."

        No response was needed. The moment wouldn't allow any room for error, and if I spoke now it would demolish the silence for good. All that was needed was for me to lean forward and connect our bodies at the lips. So that's exactly what I did.

        This kiss of ours was not one of lust, no erotic 'hot and heavy' building up tension was shown. It was not one of want, at least not of any sexually. We were just kissing. We were just two people, close to together, who became one with sparking lips. This kiss of ours was one of loving. Of being together.

        And nothing can ruin the silence of together better than an annoying ringtone. We separated and sat up, just enough so that Hikaru could check his buzzing phone. He furrowed his brow, seemingly confused at the text. I leaned over, trying to read the screen, "What's wrong?"

       Hikaru shook his head, still looking confused. "It's Seika... She just asked if I wanted to join her tonight for champagne at a hotel mixer. Just as friends." He looked at me, as if judging how I would react to this.

        I nodded, thinking things over in my head, "You should go. I mean, you're over her, and you've moved on, and you should show her that. It would be great to rub that in her face, yeah?" Slyly, I kissed his cheek, smiling.

        "You're really okay with this?" He asked disbelievingly.

        Nodding, I answered, "Whole-heartedly. Plus it'll be good if you rubbed in how happy you were with me. Feel free to brag to her."
        
        Hikaru pulled me closer, chuckling at my words. He kissed me on the forehead, "Okay, Haruhi, you are seriously awesome. Girlfriend of the year."
        
        I scrunched up my nose when he kissed there, grinning, "I've been trying to tell you."

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        So it was around ten o'clock, and Hikaru had been sitting on the stool by the bar for about fifteen minutes, waiting for Seika to show. He examined the hotel. It was a nice one, more for upperclass and business associates. Hikaru huffed faintly, knowing Seika would chose a place that only the rich could go. The bar was classy. All crystal glasses and refined gentleman drinking and laughing over their golf scores from earlier that morning. Hikaru rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He knew he didn't want to be that kind of rich guy when he was older. He was obviously going to be the cool one, who ran a fashion industry with his brother. He smiled faintly at the idea too. Perhaps Haruhi would be there too...

        "Sorry I'm late," a sultry voice said, and Hikaru instantly knew this was none other than his ex. He sat up quickly, swiveling around to face her. Indeed it was Seika Ayanikoji in all of her sickening glory. She wore and very revealing dress with a slit up the side to show off her ivory leg, and a slit in the front to show just how much cleavage was packed in. Her red hair was done up in a loose bun, her makeup smoky around the face, yet not unattractive. She was wearing dangerously red lipstick, and something of a red flag was waving in the back of Hikaru's mind, though he ignored it. "Is this seat taken?"