Summary: Prequel to the Strawberry Shampoo series* A story consisting around the time Hikaru and Haruhi's relationship first began. With just as much craziness and fun as when they were back in high-school; except in college. Everything's different, yet the only thing that stayed the same, is that everyone still thinks Haruhi's a boy.
Cast: Hikaru. H, Haruhi. F, Kaoru. H, Tamaki. S, Kyouya. O, Mistukuni. H, Takashi. M, And more.
Pairing: Hikaru. H & Haruhi. F
Blossoming Beloved
Beep-beep-beep
"Hmm, Kaoru."
"Ugh, What?"
Beep-beep-beep
"Make it stop."
"You make it stop."
"But you're closer."
"It's your damn alarm-clock."
"Ugh." Nineteen year-old Hikaru turned over somnolently, his eyes twitching as a bright beam of sun light leaked in through the window blinds, and flashed him violently in the face, just as he reached his hand over, tapping the table, searching for what was making the awful sound that had woken them both up.
Beep-beep-beep
Kaoru, being on the other side of the room, snuggled up with his blanket with his face smashed up to one of his pillows, turned over sluggishly dropping himself down on his twin sized mattress as he had no energy to sit up right.
Beep-beep-beep
Scowling irritably towards the red, laminated numbers of his alarm-clock, which he had gotten from his oh-so generous girlfriend, and was un amused as he gazed at the time that it had written on the cheap tiny screen, which was 7:23
Beep-beep-beep
"I get it, shut up." Hikaru grumbled in torpidity, reached his hand over his nightstand, knocking the digital clock on the floor with little effort as he continued to lay in bed, having no intentions of actually getting up since it was obviously Saturday.
Kaoru blinked his sleepy golden eyes a few times, watching his blurry vision slowly disappear until it was clear, and he could see everything normally, and sighed tiredly as he rolled over again, pulling the blanket up to his chin, with his eyes peering up from the top.
"You're such a nice boyfriend," he informed his brother sarcastically, who was just a couple of feet away and also in bed, in their medium-sized dorm-room. "Willingly taking an alarm-clock as a gift, so nice."
Hikaru's only reply was a languid yawn as he looked down towards the floor, where the alarm-clock laid, unharmed and in one piece.
He sighed, dropping his head back on to his pillow lazily, staring up towards the ceiling before he turned on his side, tossing his other pillow over his face, blocking his poor eyes from the brutal sun light, and he was sure, that its sole purpose in life, was to permanently blind him.
"Kaoru?" the eldest twin groaned into the fluffiness of the pillow, dropping his arm off the edge of the bed, waiting for his brother to reply.
Kaoru made a hum sound as he wiggled on his bed, laying on his stomach, muttering with his face in his pillow. "Yes Hikaru?"
Hikaru thought about what he was going to tell his bother, or what he was going to ask, but couldn't remember what it was. "Hmm, never mind, I forgot."
"...Okay."
Knock-knock-knock
'Ugh'ing' at the same time, both young adults glared towards the closest wall to them and looked over at each other the same time, their eyes nonetheless bored and un amused that someone had the audacity to knock on their door at god knows what time, and both were sure that the whole world was out to get them that morning.
"I swear," Kaoru huffed sitting up, (which was the same time Hikaru had sat up as well) and felt the blanket slip down his bare chest, falling down to his waist. "If that's your girlfriend, being generous again, I'm going to be generous to you and smack you upside the head with my textbook; the big one."
Hikaru snickered lightly, with the mention of the word girlfriend giving him motivation to finally sit up and look towards the door, as if he planned on getting out of bed, walking over to it, and actually opening it.
Knock-knock-knock
"The woman needs to learn what sleep is," he sighed, moving his knuckles behind himself, as he leaned backwards, cracking his back. "l loved her, but her coming over at seven in the morning is starting to get annoying."
Kaoru snorted, running his hand through his bright orange hair as he looked at his nightstand which held all his books, and dreaded having to go to class. "Just get up, she doesn't sound vary happy."
Hearing another round of obnoxious pounding on the innocent door, Hikaru narrowed his eyes painfully and flung the blanket off himself, and slung his legs off the edge. "What could one what at seven in the morning anyway? its Saturday so it's not like we have to actually get up."
"I think we have anything to do," Kaoru muttered in reply. "But I can't remember what it was, so it was obviously something boring."
"So therefore shouldn't worry about it."
"Exactly."
Both boys sighed again at the same time, with both of them sitting on their beds, looking at their clothes that were randomly thrown around the bottom of their beds from yesterday, since they were too lazy and tired to put them away.
While Kaoru reached down for his shirt, which was the closest, Hikaru scowled and grabbed his jeans which had the belt still attached to it, and clumsily slipped them on, almost falling to the floor in the process.
Knock-knock-knock
"That time of the month?" Kaoru snorted a suggestion.
Hikaru wrinkled his nose at the thought and rolled his eyes to the back of his head, while he tightened his belt and stood up dopily, with his mind still muzzy from sleep. "What ever it is she doesn't have to take it out on the door."
When he finally straitened his pants out, but didn't bother putting on a shirt, Hikaru huffed out his chest, which was still bare as a blank piece of paper and walked barefoot towards the door, his hair still messy from his long night of glorious sleep; a sleep of which he wished he had gotten more of.
Unlocking the doorknob, Hikaru puckered out his lips as she stared irritably at the door and slowly pulled it open, leaning on the door frame sexily, just waiting for his adorable girlfriend to appear before him.
"Hikaru, finally."
Sadly, it wasn't a cute little Haruhi standing there in the hallway, and it wasn't her who was gazing at his bare chest, and half-naked self.
He really wished it was though.
"Crap, not you," Hikaru whined, feeling highly tempted to slam the door again as she detached himself form the wall, and stood there lazily, with his arm falling to his hand, and his hand letting go of the doorknob. "What do you want? do you know what time it is?"
Twenty-year old Tamaki pouted slightly, puffing out a small amount of air from between his lips as he looked over Hikaru and what he was wearing, and what he wasn't, and couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that he didn't look ready for anything.
"Hikaru, what are you still doing in there?" he sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "Is Haruhi in there with you?"
"No what would she be-..." Hikaru paused, with an instant smirk growing on his face. "You know what, yes, yes she is."
"Wait," Tamaki blinked, his face falling in to a look of pure disgust as he registered what the evil twin had just informed him. "Why is Haruhi in there with you? in-... in your room, at... at this time of morning?"
"We made love, now go away."
"What!?"
Slam-
Hikaru sighed, slamming the door in the blonds face as he ran his fingers through his hair, evening it out the best one could without a mirror, and stood there a few moments, listening, waiting for Tamaki to explode, like a ticking time bomb.
He blinked, raising his hand up to his face as he became mentally counting down. "Three, two... one."
"What?! Haruhi! what are you doing in there, you better not be getting dirty with my Haruhi in there you monster, here, Haruhi, daddy will save you!"
"Tama-chan," he heard Hunny form the other side of the door. "It's okay, calm down."
"Calm down?! how do you expect me to calm down when my Haruhi is unwillingly being molested by two boys, rapist! there a rapist in here, call the police, Kyouya's swat team, Police!"
Hikaru slapped his hand over his forehead while Kaoru busted out laughing.
"This is going to be a long day."
"I told you, we didn't do anything, you already saw that she wasn't in there after you broke down our door."
"So?! I do I know you haven't tried to do anything to her while I was gone, huh? I haven't ben here to keep watch on you guys for a while."
"Haruhi would never agree to any of that kind of stuff anyway."
"Which is why you force her, you probably brainwashed her to go out with you," Tamaki grumbled, his arms folded over his chest as he kept a close eyes on Hikaru. "I knew you were sick minded in high-school, but just because we're all of age now, doesn't mean you can just take Haruhi under the belt."
Hikaru rolled his eyes, sticking his hands deep into his pockets as he rolled his head over towards his brother, a look on his face with showed noninterest and boredom, to which Kaoru snorted in laughter at.
Bang-bang-bang
Tamaki pouted, rapping his hand violently against the door to Haruhi's dorm room, and gulped down nervously when no one answered.
"I knew it!" he exclaimed angrily, whirling around on his heel as he pointed an accusing finger towards both the twins. "You're secretly hiding Haruhi in your closet aren't you? you're sick, sick, sick, sick, you dirty S&M perverts!"
"Would you quit screaming those things down the hall," Hikaru scolded, clapping a hand over his mouth. "People are starting to look."
"You didn't deny it..."
"Just because I didn't deny it doesn't mean I do that sort of thing, cause I don't."
"Whatever," Tamaki growled, spinning around again as he looked towards the door again, banging on it furiously. "Haruhi come out, daddy's here after his trip to France~!"
Sadly, his only reply was Silence.
"Why don't you just text her or something?" Hikaru sighed, running his hair through his freshly gelled up hair, smirking as he instantly remembered something. "Oh wait, that's right, I forgot, you still don't have her number, never mind."
"...Don't make fun of me."
"Because it's not like Kyouya Mori Hunny me and Kaoru aren't the only ones on her top five or anything."
"..."
"Heh, loser."
Tamaki glared, feeling steam steaming out from the top of his head, as he contemplated on smacking the eldest Hitachiin twin upside the head with a piece of rolled up newspaper, when he decided not to, and just turned around to knock on the door again, planning on ignoring his rude comments.
"Haruhi, come on, you can't stay in there forever," he said, in hopes that would encourage her to get out of bed, just as he had done with Kyouya Mori and Hunny, though getting Hunny and Kyouya up took a bit of effort. "Has Hikaru transfused his bad habits to you? I'm sorry, I told him not to."
It was that moment, that Hikaru finally excepted the fact that his and Tamaki's sole purpose was to irritate one another.
"Why don't you just open the door, instead of breaking them all down," Hikaru asked in fake kindness, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out his small bundle of keys, which held one for his dome room, his car and other small things, and used one of them to unlock Haruhi's dorm room. "Look, I call it magic."
Tamaki narrowed his eyes irritably and watched as the door slowly pressed itself open fully when Hikaru tapped it with his hand, then whirled around to look the Hitachiin in the face. "Wait, why do you have a key to Haruhi's room!?"
"What? you don't have a key to your girlfriends dorm room?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend!"
"Well that's not my fault, she's the one who gave it to me anyway."
"Well then I'll just ask her to-"
"No, you cannot have a key to my girlfriend room so you can just walk in whenever you want, perv."
"But you walk in whenever you want."
"We're dating, the word, perv, isn't relevant to me anymore."
The blond shook his head, rolling his eyes as he stuck his hands in his pockets in a sulk, and almost skipped into the now open room, looking around curiously as he noticed the window curtain was closed and the light was off, making it almost pitch-black in the small room.
Yes, Haruhi had willingly chose one of the smaller rooms; for some odd reason.
Because the dorm room expenses were cheaper.
"Haruhi?" Tamaki called out, using his hand to search the wall for the light switch, which took a while until he actually found it, and turned it on, and was quite disappointed once he had. "Haruhi? where are you? why are you still in bed?"
He blinked curiously, tiptoeing over towards the girls bed, seeing a lump in the blankets, and grinned happily as he poked it. "Come on Haruhi, you can't sleep the day away."
Tamaki sighed, poking the lump in the blanket again, waiting for his beloved 'daughter' to raise up from the blankets, but once no Haruhi had awoken, he pouted and looked the lump again. "Haruhi, wake up!"
Hikaru looked into the room, still standing in the hallway, not wanting to be murdered, being found in there unwanted and being shouted at and have a girlfriend who wouldn't talk to him because of him trespassing without permission.
"There's no hope for him," he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of his brother's arm being dropped on his shoulder, and sighed as he looked towards Kyouya who he recently just realized was standing. "He's a damn moron."
Kaoru nodded, laying his chin on his hand which he had lid on his brothers limb, and rolled his eyes as he heard Tamaki shout Haruhi's name a few more times as he searched the room. "Yeah, but we already established that a long time ago."
Mori nodded.
Both Hikaru and Kaoru just noticed that he was standing by them all, and had ben there since Tamaki had woken them up.
"Haruhi, are you okay? why are you so sleepy? you're usually awake by now," Tamaki muttered, peering his eyes over the tip of the blanket, and tapped the lump again. "Are you not feeling well? are you sick?! do you need fathers aid!?"
At the awful thought that his daughter may have some serious diseases, or even worse, like Hikaru-cooties for instance.
He gasped dramatically, tossing off the blanket, with no thoughts running through his head as he expected to see a poor defenseless, sick looking Haruhi laying in bed, but hadn't, as there was only a few pillows, and a random shirt wrinkled and under the blanket as well.
He was silent, his going blank as he stared down at the pile of pillows with a serious expression, and blinked only once as he turned towards the wall, to look at the window, which had a thin curtain on it, and was blowing slightly in a soft breeze the escaped in.
He stopped everything and ran over to it, forcefully pulling apart the curtains and looked out the window, which was in-deed open.
There was a few perfectly good explanations here, those being:
Haruhi wasn't there in the first place.
Haruhi was kidnapped out the window naked.
Or Haruhi got hot last night and just forgot to shut her window and could be somewhere like in the bathroom.
He was going to go with the most logical though.
"Oh my god, Haruhi was kidnapped!"
With that catching his attention, Hikaru looked in curiously and blinked watching Tamaki go crazy, and decided not to go in there.
"Haruhi was kidnaped out the window, her clothes are right here on the bed!" Tamaki squawked. "Quick, we need to get fingerprints!"
Kaoru's eyes widened in surprise as he watched random clothing being tossed around inside the room, with the pillows and blankets being tossed onto the door, and blushed furiously when a few female undergarments where shown and were savagely exposed out in the open.
Hikaru's eye twitched irritably, with his arms folded, over his chest, and annoyance quickly filled him as his girlfriends personals were being violated by the former host clubs pervert.
Cause only he could randomly walk into Haruhi's dorm room and rummage through her underwear, duh.
"What do you think he could have touched?" Tamaki muttered randomly, looking serious as he traced out a non-existent line of where the nonexistent criminal could have gone and walked and touched, and opened the closet, looking for evidence.
His eyes widened as mental gold dust fluttered out the doors of the small closet, as if he had just found treasure, and instantly began searching. "It's okay Haruhi, daddy will save you."
Hikaru sucked in his lips, blushing a little on his cheeks as he saw more of his girlfriends things were tossed around, of course he had seen almost everything in there, it still didn't seem right, especially if he was the one who had given her most of the things in there.
"What on earth is this?" Tamaki blushed, remorseful for going into the closet in the first place as he found a dark purple sexy legless bunny costume, complete with a cute fuzzy bunny tail, and ears. "Oh my gosh! Hikaru!"
The eldest Hitachiin blinked, looking towards the door and replied in boredom. "What?"
"What is this?!" the only heir of the Suoh family shouted, running out of the room with his face drowned in a dark scarlet river, holding up the bunny suit. "And you call me a pervert, why does Haruhi have something lie this!?"
"Uh..." Hikaru blushed, trying to snatch the costume out of the blonds hands, and grumbled when it was puled out of his reach. "Just-...just put that away."
"Explain!"
"Explain what? we were just having a little photo shot last week, give it."
"You took photo's of Haruhi in this-... this-... I don't even know what to call it, you sick minded pervert!"
"You're the one who went into her closet and got It out!"
"Tamaki sempai... what are you guys doing in front of my-..."
Both boys blinked, clearing their throats as they stepped away from each other, and turned their gave towards the direction of the new voice that popped up suddenly, out of nowhere.
"Haruhi, there you are!" Tamaki cried, his eyes filled with worried tears, still holding the bunny suit, he quivered his lips, jumping towards the brown-haired maiden who had appeared, and hadn't really ben kidnapped. "Where have you ben, we were scared you were kidnapped, are you okay?!"
Haruhi growled, looking into her dorm room, which was clean when she left, but was now a complete mess, as if she had a whole pig sty let loose in it, and glared towards the blond who was in the middle of it all, and holding part of the evidence.
That damn Bunny suit.
With her short bangs covering half her angry facial expression, Tamaki gulped nervously as she came closer, and looked down at the consume still in her hands. "Um, Haruhi, I can explain."
"Get, out."
"...Yes ma'am."
Haruhi, with her arms folded over her chest, watched as Tamaki floated out of the room, taking the bunny suit out of his hands in the process, tossing it into the room, along with her bag and random text-books, and slammed the door shut.
A dark aura hovered around her as she looked towards all the boys who were around her dorm room door, and looked towards her boyfriend in particular. "Hikaru..."
"It was all him," Hikaru snitched, pointing an accusing finger towards Tamaki childishly. "I didn't do anything."
Haruhi glared towards Tamaki again.
"I-... I thought you were kidnapped, your window was open and-..." Tamaki pouted as he began to ramble on. "H-Hikaru's the one who unlocked the door!"
"Only because you were going to break it down anyway!" Hikaru argued, in attempt to get in less trouble.
"Shut up, no body cares!" Haruhi grumbled, smacking both men on the head as she stood closer to Hikaru and Kaoru. "You two were late for morning class, again."
"Morning class?" Hikaru rolled his eyes, patting his girlfriend on the head for being cute. "It's Saturday."
"It's Tuesday!"
