Chapter one:
The host club are in their club room as it is lunch and they decided to hang out like they like to do without any guests.
They appear as they usual do though the twins have changed to their own little style.
Hikaru has mainly his bangs styled to cover his left eye.
Kaoru has mainly his bangs styled to cover his right eye.
They change their hair back only if they are going to play the game of which one is Hikaru.
It's a beautiful day and the host club are getting ready to entertain the guests that will soon be there.
"So. A lady got attacked by an axe murderer." Kyouya says pushing up his glasses with one finger while in his other hand he holds his black book. "An axe to the right eye sealing who it is."
"Yeah I heard about that." Hikaru comments.
"Well you all enough of this talk." Tamaki stands tall. "It is time for the host club to open." He gives a smile to Haruhi then kisses Kyouya on the cheek before making sure everyone is in position. He then goes to open the doors. "The host club is now open!" He declares.
It almost takes no time at all before every host is busy with their own customers.
"And we managed to scare him good." Hikaru says as he is finishing the story of how he and Kaoru managed to scare one of the staff members of their mansion that likes to think that nothing could scare him. He turns to Kaoru and reaches over to his brother gently taking his chin in his hand. "And of course we just had to celebrate our victory." He says with a purr in his tone as he turns Kaoru's head to look to him. "Right Kaoru?" He leans close as his eyes fall to half open. "You were so cute the way you wanted to stay so close to me the whole time."
Kaoru blushes and glances away shyly with half open eyes. "I just couldn't help it. I never wanted you to let go of me."
Hikaru leans closer enough to nuzzle Kaoru's cheek. "You don't need to worry about that." He says in loving assurance. "I never plan on letting you go."
"Oh Hikaru." Kaoru responds in a soft tone.
The girls at their table squeal like fan girls at the brotherly love display.
The twins share smiles at this and after they share a quick kiss since no one is paying attention they pull apart to wait for their guests to calm down.
A pretty good day at the host club and in what seems like no time the host club hours pass until now that the hosts are putting things where they need to be so the maid can clean.
Haruhi was the first to leave.
Hikaru and Kaoru leave not too long after that deciding to walk today instead of take a limo.
"So do you think another murder will happen soon?" Hikaru asks as they walk.
"Most likely." Kaoru nods turning to his brother. "I mean there is eight serial killers running around."
Hikaru wraps an arm around his slightly younger brothers shoulders. "And none of them will hurt you."
"Us." Kaoru corrects. "They won't hurt us."
Hikaru grins. "Yes. Now come. We should get back."
They pick up the pace as they head back to their mansion.
Meanwhile...
It is just Kyouya and Tamaki left in the host club's club room.
Tamaki turns to Kyouya with a smile spreading across his lips only to head over to the other wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. "The maid won't be coming around for another hour." He purrs slipping his thumb under the clothes on Kyouya's torso to gently rub the soft skin underneath.
Kyouya glances back to the other at this letting his eyes be seen instead of having them hidden by the glare of his glasses.
The hand not thumbing Kyouya's skin reaches up gently removing the others glasses only to put them down on a nearby table.
Tamaki leans closer to Kyouya so their lips are almost touching. "So it is just us for the next hour." He moves closer and Kyouya meets him half way as their lips seal in a kiss.
They stand there for a few moments kissing before they pull away a little but their breaths mingle as well as ghost over each others lips making them tingle a little.
"Yes. Yes that is indeed true." Kyouya confirms putting his black book down onto the table by his glasses only for their lips to meet again this time in an instant make out session.
That night…
Two figures in pull over hoodies walk along the sidewalk and they spot a police car drive by only for them to turn down into the alley spotting a man with a prostitute making out back there.
The man has sandy blonde hair that looks like it was in a business man style but got messy during the time with the prostitute, black dress pants, a grey muscle shirt and black fancy looking shoes.
The prostitute is a lady with the perfect hourglass figure and decently sized breasts. She is wearing a black skimpy outfit that looks like a bra and lines of fabric with spaces between them like a shredded tank top going down her body to a pair of black shorts that looks like it could be passed off as panties and black high heel boots that almost reach her knees. Her bright blonde hair is in loose waves and is resting over her left shoulder. Her skin is rather pale as it almost seems to make her shine against the man and her own dark outfit.
The two figures approach the two that are unaware of their presence as the man begins to grope the prostitute's breast. The two share smirks then each pull out a butchers knife used in any kitchen from their hoodies pocket. One of them approaches the man from behind only to reach around gripping the man around his torso to restrain him as the knife is quickly slammed into the mans throat in a position to almost look like a side to side slice.
The man's sapphire eyes open wide as he chokes in a gurgling gasp releasing the prostitute who opens one of her beige eyes hesitantly.
The prostitute opens her eyes that become wide and she opens her mouth to scream.
The other hooded figure dashes forward while the first hooded figure pulls the man who is becoming limp back away from the woman.
The prostitute only gets a partial scream before a knife is slammed into her chest right where her heart is. She looks at what she can see of the figures face though most of it is hidden by the shadows the hood of the hoody casts. She can make out a smirk on the figures lips though.
That smirk is the last thing she sees before her eyes slip closed letting darkness take over.
The prostitute falls limp onto the figure that removes the knife before letting her body that is turning cold fall to the ground.
The other hooded figure turns to the first who is removing the knife from the mans throat.
The first hooded figure lets the cold limp man fall to the ground once the knife is removed.
The two hooded figures look to each other then share smirks before laughing as they head down the alley to escape the scene while stuffing the knives back into their hoody pocket.
"Right under the cops nose." The first hooded figure chuckles.
"That was perfect." The other hooded figure chuckles in agreement.
"Well. We've done our part. Let's head home." The first hooded figure says as their laughter dies down.
So the two race away once safe to do so disappearing into the night.