"Hey Kouru, were you there on Friday when Kyouya-sempai said he was going to be late to the club today?" Hikaru asked his brother behind his English text book.
"Yeah. I heard that too. Must be pretty important if it's Kyouya." Kouru whispered back.
"I can't believe that all of the other club members got out of lessons today, what a joke."
"I know! Honey and Mori-sempai this morning and Haruhi and Milord this afternoon. Talk about abuse of power."
"We should make a little bit more of an effort today."
"To tease milord or annoy everyone?"
"Both." The twins grinned identical enigmatic smiles, and then carried on with their work as if nothing had happened at all.
*
Everyone was gathered around the large mirror that lined the wall of the host clubs changing room. Kiri was poised with a pair of freshly sharpened scissors, a towel draped over her shoulders to catch any hair threatening to escape onto her hooded jacket.
"Are you sure about this?" Billy was pulling on his bangs as if it would make them grow longer, and by some miracle he could give them to Kiri once she began to regret her upcoming actions.
"It's fine, really." Kiri said emotionlessly.
"Then why are you hesitating so much?" Narumi mumbled under his breath.
"The audience doesn't help." She hissed back at him.
"I think it's really nice of her to do this for Haru-chan, huh Takashi?" Mori nodded.
"Come on, just get it over with!" Narumi blurted out. Kiri held out her scissors and poised them, about to cut the lock of hair to the left of her face. The blades opened to cut the first snip...
"Where is everyone?! I thought those makeover guys were gonna be here."
"We're in here Kou-chan, Hika-chan! Come watch!" The twins sidled through the gap in the long curtains and took a long look at the spectacle before them.
"Déjà vu or something, right?" Kouru said suspiciously.
"Definitely stirs a memory." Hikaru nodded in agreement.
"Shush! We're about to see Kiri-chan work some magic!" Honey squirmed with excitement.
Once again, Kiri held the scissors up to her hair. Snip. The first lock went tumbling to the floor. Quicker and quicker her scissors worked wonders on her hair.
"Now this is impressive." Ochiai said, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
"IS SHE DOING THE WIZARD CUT ON HERSELF?! How is that even possible?!" Hikaru yelled to everyone's amazement (except perhaps Kouru's).
"You know the world's most difficult haircutting techniques?" Narumi confronted him.
"What? My mother's a fashion designer, what do you expect?" Kouru nodded in agreement.
"Relax Narumi." Billy cut in. "The guy's have obviously done their homework. Nice to meet you, Billy Iketani."
"Hikaru Hitachin"
"Kouru Hitachin. So...you like messing with this guy?" He asked pointing to Narumi who now had his back turned and was watching Kiri's every movement, well whatever of her fast technique he could make out.
"Pretty much." Billy answered truthfully. The twins grinned their mischievous grins.
"Welcome to the host club."
Kiri was still weaving her scissors quickly across her hair which was now shorter than Billy's.
"How does she do that so fast?!" Tamaki asked in awe. "A truly talented young lady! It's such a shame for a girl to go around looking like a boy!" He was obviously having trouble deciding whether to be impressed at her skill or be upset for her sacrificed hair. "Haruhi! How could you let her do this to herself?!"
"Excuse me sempai! But it was Ochiai-san who came up with the idea." Here, Haruhi winked at Tamaki. Tamaki felt his heart flutter. If Haruhi wasn't so cute, he'd be upset for the Koshiba girl right now.
"What do you think of Pokémon, Haruhi?"
"Huh?" suddenly, Kiri's pace became much quicker. Her hands were no longer visible as she cut and snipped and slashed at her hair. The eleven onlookers stared, positively astounded until Kiri came to an abrupt halt. Her hair was now a similar style to Haruhi's. The only difference being the slanted fringe, parted on the right side. She made one more small snip on the left, just behind her ear before routing around to find the box for her scissors. Entirely unaware that everyone was staring at her.
"Well, at least Haruhi will have someone who understands what she's going through. Being forced to dress as a boy and all." Hikaru jibed. Narumi glared around as Kiri left the changing room to pack her equipment away.
"How the hell do we tell her that it looks awful?" He whispered angrily.
