-Simple Fiction-

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Hikaru Hitachiin stood in the full length mirror, adjusting his tie, straightening his jet black suit jacket and pushing a stray bang out of his eye. He let out a sigh and then allowed his face to fall into the neutral look he had to wear so often these days. He turned to where his younger brother was sprawled carelessly across the bed.

'Is my tie straight?' he asked, his mirror image sitting up to give him the a-okay without even taking so much as a glance at the severely wonky tie.

'Why do you care anyway?' Kaoru asked, 'its only a meeting.'

Hikaru smirked, 'not just a meeting, my dear brother, it could determine the future of the business!'

Kaoru gave him a WTH look as he continued.

'Its a recession, Kaoru; we need this client!'

'You are such a stick in the mud,' he grumbled.

Hikaru grinned, forcefully. Its called growing up, Kaoru. And I thought you were the sensible one...

Suddenly the door was crashed open and in a flurry of cloth, shoes and hair, Kaoru was pinned down to the bed by three easily excited children. 'Uncle Kao, Uncle Kao, Daddy lied, said you weren't here, buuut we found you!' two little girls squealed in unison, sticking their pink tongues out at their father, who sighed, turning back to the mirror.

'I didn't tell you because this is your reaction,' he stated simply. They groaned, standing up off their uncle, hands on their hips.

'Uncle Kao doesn't mind,' they said, sighing at their dad's stupidity. Hikaru sighed. Kaoru managed to sit up, prying the younger boy off him, just to be knocked down by the twin girls again. He just laughed at Hikaru's scowling expression.

'Let your uncle up now! You're going to break his neck!'

All heads from the matteress turned and stuck their tongues out. 'Spoil sport.'

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It was a handy way of sharing ownership of the company. Hikaru meeting clients, getting them around to his way of thinking (though that was actually the younger's forteit.) and keeping track of stuff. Kaoru, on the other hand, did what was commonly known as the fun job; Actually making the clothes, doing the hair and makeup, ect.

They'd come to the conclusion that he would do the fun job back when they were young children after an unfortunate incident involving an unwanted mannequin, too much makeup and forcing Kaoru into a fluffy flouncy frock.

But thats another story, literally.

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Hikaru still got nervous. He was twenty-six, having done this since marriage at twenty, yet still got nervous. He fidgeted as the tall woman in the yellow scarf came haughtily through the door, pouting as she saw the eldest Hitachiin. Hikaru bowed his head, looking up to give her his best host club smile.

'I was informed there were two of you,' she stated haughtily.

Hikaru tried his best to keep his polite smile in place as he replied, 'Ah yes, my brother will do your actual designing, though I will be handling you personally.'

The woman stared as if he was an alien. 'What use are you to me? I want to speak to whoever is making my clothes.'

Hikaru's eyebrow twitched with annoyance as he tried to keep his cool. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-

'I apologize greatly. Do you wish to see my brother instead?'

The woman glared. 'Both of you.'

The older Hitachiin froze. 'Pardon?'

'Both of you in a meeting tomorrow at the same time, thank you,' she replied coldly, 'be there and don't be late.' She stalked off, leaving a distressed Hikaru bashing his head of the wall.

Dang it! Kaoru's my only babysitter! He wasn't going to leave them with some babysitter and end up getting sued when the poor minder needed therapy. No way. Everyone in the host club was out of the question too. Mori and Hunny were out training, out of the country. Tono nor Kyoya could be left with children, no just no.

He gave the tiled ceiling a sad smile. hey, if you're up there, tell me what to do? There was silence. You know I cant hear you. You could give me a sign or som-

'Hikaru-kun?'

Hikaru turned to face a girl, whom he sadly remembered quite well. Long light brown hair, tied back with a magenta ribbon, big eyes and sketch pad, no doubt filled with yaoi, in hand.

He didn't answer her, instead turning back to the tiled ceiling.

Haruhi, you've got to be kidding me...