Summary: Haruhi didn't exactly become the great lawyer she wanted to be and she's lost contact with the host club members. What happens when the twins contact her for the first time in years needing her help? Haruhi/Hikaru or Haruhi/Twins (not sure which yet).
Ok, sorry it's a day late. I got busy last night between homework and my boyfriend and being exhausted there simply wasn't time to upload it. You get an extra long chappie for the wait though, so no complaining ;) Originally I had it split around the 1,000 word mark like the rest of the chapters but it just didn't seem to fit.
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They sat around looking at each other for several minutes but it didn't take them long to get bored.
"Well she did say-"
"-That we could make ourselves at home..."
Soon they found themselves in her bedroom with her entire closet laid out in front of them and they couldn't help but notice that for someone who adamantly refused to wear their clothes when she was younger she sure owned a lot of them now. Hikaru wrinkled his nose at her selection of shoes however.
"Kaoru, you should have released a line of shoes to go with the outfits you designed... We should have known better than to leave the shoe selection up to her." As he spoke he held up an old, worn out sneaker by one finger. Kaoru would have laughed if he weren't equally disturbed by her wardrobe. "It would appear that I was wrong this morning when I thought she had gained a sense of fashion... The only clothes she owns that match are the ones you designed to go together. At least she keeps them on the same hanger so she wears them together. But look at this!" He held up another offending outfit that had been stored on a hanger together.
The rest of the morning was spent reorganizing her closet. They matched up what they deemed wearable and threw the rest into a pile. They were debating whether this shirt went better with these pants or that skirt when both of their stomachs let off loud rumbles.
Kaoru smirked. "It's a good thing Haruhi taught us how to make commoner's raman in high school," he commented as they made their way to the kitchen. It wasn't hard to find two packets of the instant raman, nor was it difficult to find two bowls to make it in or two forks to eat it with. Where the twins ran into trouble was the hot water.
At home whenever they needed hot water to make their commoner's raman it was just there, the same with the Host Club. They had never needed to learn where to get hot water from so they never did. It didn't take them long to come up with the idea that the stove can heat things so they could use that to boil water.
This could not end well.
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Haruhi was in her office with one of her clients, an older woman whose husband had died but the insurance company was refusing to pay out on his life insurance policy, when her secretary knocked at the door.
"Ms. Fujioka? I have a Hikaru on the line, he said it's urgent."
Haruhi sighed, knowing the twins "urgent" could be they were hungry and didn't know how to make lunch on their own or it could be they've burned the entire building down trying to make said lunch. "Tell him I'll call him back on my lunch break."
"Oh don't worry, deary. Go on and take the call," the old woman, Mrs. Hachibana, told her and settled back into her seat to get comfortable.
Haruhi gave her a grateful look and told her secretary to patch the call through. The old woman watched in amusement as Haruhi suddenly jerked the phone away from her ear because of the loud volume.
"Hikaru, calm down. What happened?" There was a pause while Hikaru explained, then Haruhi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why were you even using the stove?" Another pause. "And you couldn't use the kettle because...?" A short pause. "Yes, the kettle. It should be sitting right next to sink," Mrs. Hachibana held back a laugh at the exasperation in her lawyer's voice; she sounded like she was dealing with a child. "How bad of a burn is it?"
Once again Haruhi jerked the phone away from her ear and even Mrs. Hachibana could hear a male's voice over the phone yelling, "He burned himself isn't that bad enough?!"
"How long did he touch the pot for?" ... "Is it blistering?" ... "Ok, he's fine Hikaru. Run his hand under cold water then wrap some ice in a tea towel. I'm off in 10 minutes then I'll head home and look at it. Don't try to cook anything else in the mean time... I'll just make you two lunch." ... "Yeah, yeah. Bye."
Haruhi hung the phone up and slammed her head on her desk once. Mrs Hachibana reached across and patted her on the shoulder, "They can be so troublesome at that age, dear, but don't miss too much. They grow up fast."
Haruhi lifted her head from the desk and gave the old woman an amused smile, "If only that were the case. Those two haven't grown up a bit in 12 years."
"Oh, now I'm sure that's not true, deary. But we need to get on with the case, you need to get home and make sure the little one is alright."
When Haruhi arrived back at her apartment, she froze with her hand on the doorknob and steeled herself for the scene she was sure she would find when she opened the door. She had told them not to make another attempt at making themselves lunch but that didn't mean they would listen. The twins were not known for listening to other people unless they felt like it.
Fortunately the scene she had in her mind was not the one that greeted her when she opened the door. When she opened the door she found Kaoru and Hikaru sitting on the couch, Kaoru with a tea towel (she assumed filled with ice) on his hand.
She stormed forward and grabbed the Kaoru's wrist, none too gently, and pulled the injured hand towards her. While she examined it she occasionally looked up to send glares at the two twins. "What is wrong with you two?" she scolded. "I mean, did it not occur to you that the pot would be hot? We took physics together in high school! Even if we hadn't, by 27 you should know by now that when metal glows red... it's hot! And when other metal touches glowing metal, that metal becomes hot. Honestly Kaoru, I would have expected something like this from Hikaru-" she ignored Hikaru's indignant scoff and cut off any protests he might have by continuing, "-but I thought you at least had more common sense than this." Haruhi finished examining his hand and let it go, "Your fine, does it still hurt?"
Kaoru shook his head and saw Hikaru disappear to the bathroom to sulk out of the corner of his eye. Hikaru never had been able to deal with Haruhi's scoldings, had it been anyone else he would have simply ignored them, but Haruhi meant too much to him to simply brush off her words.
Haruhi didn't miss Hikaru's disappearance and shook her head, "The woman in the office while I was on the phone with you two thought I was talking to my children. You two really haven't matured at all since I first met you in high school, you know."
A cheshire grin appeared on Kaoru's face, "We have, it's just too much fun to tease you. Besides... It's not our fault we don't know how to work a commoner's kitchen, we never needed to know something like that, when we needed hot water it was always just there. Plus, we haven't even been in a commoner's kitchen since we graduated."
"I suppose," Haruhi sighed and shook her head as she made her way to the kitchen. She picked up the pot (which the twins had left on the floor where Kaoru had dropped it) and examined the area it had landed on. There was a small dent in the wood but otherwise the floor was unharmed. She set the pot on the counter since it was no longer even warm and turned off the stove (which the twins had left on). She grabbed a towel and mopped up the water spilt on the floor.
Haruhi filled the kettle with enough water for three bowls of raman and plugged it in, giving Kaoru a meaningful glance but the younger twin wasn't paying attention. He was looking around the apartment and once again noticing the lack of male influence he had noticed that morning. More importantly, the lack of a certain blonde besides the one or two pictures of the entire club together. He was pleased to note that there were one or two pictures of Hikaru, Haruhi, and himself without the rest of the club though.
He glanced at the door and knew his brother could hear them. He also knew that Hikaru wanted to know just as badly, if not more, than he did but would never ask. "So... I notice there aren't any pictures of Tono around..." He prompted, from the angle he was at he could see the shadow by the bathroom door shift and knew Hikaru was trying to hear better.
Haruhi looked at him confused for a minute then realization dawned on her face, "Oh I suppose Tamaki and I broke up after you and I lost contact so you wouldn't have known."
"What happened?"
"Many things but what finally did it was when his grandmother told him to leave me."
"Are you ok?" Kaoru asked, worried by the slight sadness in her voice. Haruhi merely laughed though.
"That happened, what? Four and a half years ago? If I weren't over it by now I'd have bigger problems than the fact that he dumped me. I'm fine. Really. I sulked for a week then realized you were right all along. He didn't love me, he loved what I could have been. He loved the version of me that his 'inner mind theater' had come up with... Not to mention it's a little disturbing when your boyfriend keeps calling you his daughter." She chuckled lightly, "Looking back I'm rather grateful to his grandmother."
"Why didn't you ever try to contact us?" This time the hurt leaked through his own voice.
"I could ask you the same thing, you know." Haruhi arched an eyebrow and Kaoru looked down. It was true, just because they didn't have her number didn't mean they couldn't get it. They had easily gotten a hold of her address and phone number when they needed her help... "Life got busy. Once I got a job I had to move out here, then they kept me so busy that I would literally come home and collapse at night without even enough energy left to make dinner half the time.
"Before I knew it a year had passed and you'd changed your numbers. I tried your emails but you didn't respond there. Your secretaries told me that all personal matters should be dealt with on your personal line and if I didn't know that number than I didn't know you well enough to have a personal matter to get a hold of you for. I even tried sending snail mail but it got lumped in with your fan mail and I got the standard fan mail response." She finished.
"Oh," Kaoru responded slowly. "The press got a hold of our personal numbers and we had to change them. The same with the emails."
Haruhi smiled but before she could respond the water boiled and she poured it into the three bowls then walked out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. "Hika-" she stopped midsentence when she caught a glimpse through her bedroom door. Kaoru got a dangerous grin as she walked through the door and exclaimed, "What did you two do to my closet?!"
Hikaru appeared out of the bathroom at that comment with an equally dangerous grin. "You're doing a fashion show for us tonight." He informed her.
"I am?"
"You are," Kaoru confirmed.
"Do I get a say in this?" She asked, already knowing the answer. It was always the same.
"Nope!" they chorused together.
"Don't you think I should work on your inheritance case?"
"The paper's won't be here until Monday." At this point the two twins had linked their arms behind her back. A position she had become very familiar with over the years. "Just think-"
"-A whole weekend-"
"-Of just us!"
"Oh joy," she deadpanned.
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The rest of the club is going to make an appearance, not quite sure when that will happen yet, but they will show up.
Just to warn you now, the legal speak will probably start next chapter or the one after. The extent of my legal knowledge comes from Boston Legal so I'm probably going to have to make up some stuff. In fact I'm probably going to have to make up quite a bit. But, it's called fiction for a reason, ne?