Okay so, I know I haven't put up a new story in a loooong time, and I haven't even updated pocket watches, and I am sooooooooooooooo uber sorry. But hopefully, those who read this story will like it! I wrote it in 15 minutes though... (ish self-concious(sp?)) Anyway, erm.. I promise, cross my heart, I will try to update this weekend. 8th grade is harsh. TT Sorry to those who have waited so long. Well, hope you like this story! I love the Hitachiins. :3
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"Hikaru! Kaoru! Dinnertime!" A solemn voice brought the two boys outside of their opposite rooms; Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, both age 17, grade 9, members of the Host Club at Ouran High School, a prestigious school for prestigious children of rich families. These two, twin brothers, locked eyes for a moment then walked, side by side, down the winding staircase of their 3 story mansion to answer their mothers call. Not either of them spoke a word to each other, just walked, one step after another until they reached the bottom.
"What's for dinner, mom?" Hikaru broke the silence with a straight voice. Kaoru lazily turned his eyes to his brother, blinking once and twice, awaiting the same answer the other Hitachiin was waiting for.
"...meatloaf." The two twins shuttered. The chefs meatloaf, although not dry or bland in any way, was feared by the two brothers to be the one item on the whole menu of 378 dishes that could make even the family dog turn up it's nose. They both looked at each other, sharing the same thought, then tried to sneak back upstairs without their mother noticing, but all too late were their plans that the orange haired woman dragged them to the table. With a drooping frown, they grimaced as the meal was placed in front of them; a large slice of meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes and imported lima beans. This was, actually, the only semi-commoner dish they had on the menu as well.
The twins, placing a hand on their heads simultaneously, thought mildly on how Haruhi would act in this position. The thought, as all the others, was a dramatic and completely un-realistic 'in-mind-theater movie' of Haruhi scarfing down the horrid meal as if her very life depended on it. "This is the most delicious meal I have ever gotten to eat. "A commoner like myself has only tasted real meat once in a while." The thought bubble Haruhi said, her ragged clothes giving her a small, frail look. And then, Hikaru and Kaoru would comfort her and give them their share, her thanking them gratefully and them, once again, winning her heart against their lord. But, unfortunately for them, the real life Haruhi didn't act like that.
Sighing woefully, they both jabbed at the slab of meatloaf, even Hikaru dared to cut a piece off and bring it to his lips. But before he could swallow the morsel, he began to choke, the food lodged in his throat.
"K-Kaoru..." He managed to squeak out, holding his throat. His brother reacted quickly, moving behind the other boy to perform the Heimlich or whatever it was called. Those few second between were torture, the two brother's mom screaming at the top of her lungs and the maids and butlers standing idly by, staring into space. Then, the intruding meatloaf was flung into the air, right on top of the chef's big, white hat. While Hikaru struggled for breath, Kaoru couldn't help a small chuckle. Suddenly, both of them started to laugh, quietly at first but then it got louder, almost hysterical.
"Meatloaf is evil." Hikaru breathed, standing up from his place at the table. Kaoru followed suite and they both trudged up the stairs, locking arms and smiling to themselves. They knew that this night changed at least one thing in the Hitachiin household: Their mother would never let the chef serve that awful meatloaf ever again.