The Host Club Hit London
Characters- The Host Club. Pairing- Hikaru/ Kaoru Hitachiin.
Disclaimer- not my characters, they belong to Bisco Hatori…shame.
Rating- T for twincest.
Chapter one.
Rush hour.
The train was full of commuters.
There were a few seats dotted about the carriage so Tamaki made sure Haruhi got one before stationing himself in the aisle next to her. Mori took a seat a few rows down and Hunny jumped onto his knee. There was only one other seat unattended so the twins left it for Kyoya and stood by the corner hand in hand to stop each other from falling.
"Why couldn't one of our drivers take us Haruhi?" Tamaki whined. Haruhi sighed before replying.
"We're supposed to be finding out what it's like in London aren't we? You want our article to be as accurate as possible don't you? Now that the new chairman of the school newspaper has taken over I think we should help him as much as possible."
Tamaki nodded sulkily as he thought of the new family that was forming and how much he wanted to help them. Secretly, though, Haruhi just wanted to use the London Underground because she hated driving in their chauffeured cars. 'Rich bastards' she thought sullenly.
Kyoya pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose and cleared his throat so that they all looked at him.
"We could have done the article from the music room you know, we have laptops that we could have researched from." He wasn't happy at having to leave when there was so much to be organised and arranged. It was also costing a lot and there had been all the trouble of arranging a passport for Haruhi.
Hunny, however, was excited to be going on a trip to a foreign country so in his childish, hyperactive way he said to the others it would be a good experience. Mori nodded, smiling at Hunny and Kyoya relented, going back to his clipboard notes with no more objections.
As the train pulled up into the station there was a sudden jerk and Hikaru lost his balance- neither of the twins were used to standing on trains and before he could grab onto anything stable he fell onto the floor. His grip on Kaoru loosened.
Realising it was their stop the train had pulled into the other members of the Host Club began piling out of the carriage doorway. Tamaki pulled on Kaoru's top and pulled him out of the train among a sea of people rushing to get off. Hikaru picked himself up off the floor but as he got to the doors the train started to rattle off towards the next stop and he felt a flood of fear sweep him up.
"Hikaru?!" Kaoru turned to Tamaki "You fool! Why did you have to drag me out without him?
"Don't blame me. Haruhi was the one who insisted we go by train."
Kaoru ignored Tamaki's sullen retort and started to run after the train but level-headed Mori stilled him with a silent hand on the shoulder. Tamaki, who looked hurt at being shouted at tried to regain control of the situation by telling Kaoru that with any sense Hikaru would just buy a ticket for the next train going the other way and get off when he got to their stop.
"Hikaru doesn't have any sense without me there, we need each other. I know him, he'll pound the door until it opens and then when it does he'll run out into the streets of London without thinking."
Kaoru was right; as soon as the train stopped again he ran out through the station and sped down the nearest street regardless of where it took him. As long as it was in the general direction of his brother he didn't care.
Meanwhile, Kaoru found the nearest bench and sank onto it lowering his head so that the others couldn't see his eyes. For some reason an image of Hikaru and him flashed across his memory and it took him back to the time they'd entered a three-legged race. They hadn't been going to compete at first, 'it would be far too easy to derive any fun from' they had thought.
Two strange boys- identical in all their mannerisms and looks, stand silently watching their surroundings, looking out of place among all the other children.
Both boys seem to form one entity, their arms link together and their legs cross over each others in what appears to be a natural pose to them. A boy from their class however, runs in-between them roughly knocking them aside.
When he realises one of them has fallen he stops and turns watching as the other helps him to his feet and hugs him protectively. He looks over at where he was running to and where the boys were staring at and laughs.
"I wouldn't enter the three-legged race if I were you, not if you can't even stand on two. You're both freaks anyway!"
What Kaoru remembered most was not the rude boy, or the insult he gave although they did stick with him and Hikaru for a long time. No, instead it was the look he had exchanged with Hikaru afterwards, just before they'd decided to enter the race.
A look of determination. A look of complete understanding. A look of hatred, for others. A look of love, for each other.
Them and Us. Us and Them.
At least they had got the last laugh that time because- as they had predicted- it was easy. They fell into step with each other perfectly and while all the other partners struggled to find a steady rhythm they strolled along as if they did it everyday. Which, Kaoru thought to himself, they did. Without ever realising it they were living a three-legged race.