Ouran's Hostess Club

The twins' younger twins?!?

(Sakura's pov)

Me and my twin Laira were walking around pulling pranks on people. We weren't identical like our older brothers and Laira's hair and eye color was darker than mine. She was younger, but way more thoughtful and outspoken. Me on the other hand, let's just say I was the hypothetical,"Hikaru" of this equation.

At the moment, me and my little sister were running for our lives. Laira had "accidentally" taken chicka's ( honeys little brother and Laira's secret crush) notebook and ran with it. Which caused him to run to try to catch it, and he ran into honey and they had to fight, honey won but felt bad and the fangirls blamed us.

So now we were running from a horde of girly girls wearing lemons on steroids for dresses, and those death traps that people called high heels.

This was awesome!

(Laira's pov)

This is so not cool! At this rate we'll be dead in a few seconds! What was I thinking!

Oh, wait I wasn't thinking.

Crap! What to do?

I looked up ahead and saw an alley, I quickly grabbed Sakura's hand and ran towards it.

We made it, but it was a close call.

I looked at Sakura who had a Cheshire Cat grin. I knew she was planning something.

I smiled in return, whatever your thinking, I'm in.

We high-five and stand up.

Now it was time to prank the king pranksters, our older brothers.

Boy, were they in for it.