Triplets, Not Twins.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, got it?

As I walk through the halls of my new school, Ouran Academy, I stumble upon Music Room #3. I see Hikaru and Kaoru hosting, and hear a girl say,

"The twins are so cool!" Ha, twins. Then they notice me. Their eyes grow wide, they're speechless, for once. A stern look crosses my face, as my long auburn hair grazes my face.

"So, you're going as twins, huh?" I say, my arms folded.

"Hikari," Kaoru starts.
"I don't want your excuses. Just never forget, Kaoru, Hikaru," I pause. "YOU'RE NOT TWINS! YOU'RE TRIPLETS!" and I dash off.

Those two boys aren't twins, they're triplets, and I'm the third wheel. Our 5 years of ignoring each other when I went to a commoner's middle school, instead of Ouran with them. I'm sick of being the third wheel, the unnecessary attachment. I dash through the halls, my modified boys' uniform tie flapping. I'm trying to hide my tears. As I fly through doors that enter to the courtyard, I stop for a split second, taking in my surroundings. There's a maze in front of me, and I enter. Once I reach the center, crying over takes my body. I collapse on my knees, bawling like I've never bawled before. I hear footsteps, but it's one pair of feet, not two. I ignore it, and keep crying. A gruff voice says,

"Hey, you OK?" I look up, tears covering my face and drenching my hair. I see a boy, my age, with violently red hair pulled up in a half pony tail. He has a stern face, but I look past it into his eyes. They are soft, nice. He kneels down next to me, and looks at me worriedly.

"What's wrong?" I compose myself enough to say,

"My brothers, that's what's wrong."
"Who are your brothers?"

"The Hitachiins. They pose as twins, but they're not!" I shout the last sentence. "WE'RE TRIPLETS!"

"The Hitachiins? They have a sister?"

"See, no one knows about me. By the way, I'm Hikari."
"Well, I'm Ritsu Kasanoda." He says, draping a hand over my shoulder. "I know those two. They can be mean, I'll grant you that."

"They are very, very mean. In middle school, they broke dozens of girls' hearts, and I'm one of their victims." I explain, not even noticing the two pairs of feet approaching.
"That seems pretty harsh."

"It is." Suddenly, I feel two pair of arms glomp me. Looking up, I see my brothers, their eyes filled with tears.

"WE'RE SORRY!" they shout at me, hugging me tight.

"It's just-"

"We thought-"

"THAT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK TO US! THAT YOU HATED US!"

"I kinda do, but-"
"WHAT CAN WE DO FOR YOU TO NOT HATE US?"

"Let me go, for starters." And they immediately drop their hands. I hug my brothers, and Hikaru puts me on his shoulders. I hug my brothers again, and we walk back to Music Room #3.

After that, I joined the host club. The Forbidden Love act is more popular with me added, and I've made friends with everyone in the club. I'm friends with Kasanoda, he's really nice to me. He's made more friends, he's no longer 'The Walking Blizzard.' But, the best part of having my brothers back, is that every night, I'm in the middle of a Hitachiin triplets sandwich. And you know what?

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I wouldn't have it any other way.

Fin

LissyCreator

April 9, 2013