A/N: AHOY THAR MATIES!!! Chapter 9 took a while, eh? -sees reveiwers glare daggers at her- Ahem...well, yes, I get busy with other stuff. Anyways! The blessed pairing of HikaHaru is coming it's way.
HUZZAH!!! We all love HikaHaru. :3
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club.
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"Okay! I'm done with chore 1 which surprisingly included a lot." He stared at all the extra notes and stuff on the bottom which made it appear like a very long list. "And I still have four more to go…" Kaoru said gloomily, staring at the long list before him. He sighed and sat down in the table. "Mah…just four more chores doesn't hurt."
He already wasted an entire morning; it was now 11 o' clock…
--Chore #2
Empty all the trash cans in this house! There is one thing you need to know…there's an apron near the kitchen…Also! There are garbage bags near the apron, so replace the bags!
After reading that, he walked towards the kitchen and found what he was looking for. 'That's a frilly piece of cloth...' Kaoru thought, taking it off its hook. Knowing very well that Hikaru would disapprove of it, he was hesitant of putting it on. But then…Hikaru didn't want him anymore, so…Kaoru guessed that wearing out of fashion, for a moment, wouldn't hurt.
'Well…since there's no complaining…'
Kaoru ran around through every single room bringing out the trash, and roughly sticking one in.
Aye…there were so many trash cans all around the place; he already counted up fifty or so trash cans.
That took up two hours…
--Chore #3
Cut the grass!
Why was he doing this again?
What was he doing?
Why was he standing out in the lawn looking at the unruly grass?
And why does he have a large pair of scissors hanging from his right hand?
Kaoru blinked at the grass, and decided to start in a small corner.
Shnp, shnp.
The tip of the grass fell onto the ground. He blinked. Well, this could eat up his time…
And it did, three and plus hours of cutting the damn weeds…
--Chore #4
After spending three hours in the hot blazing sun! Please buy groceries! Anything will do.
Kaoru stared at his shopping basket as he stood there in the store. His eyes shifted to the vegetables and he picked up a cob of corn.
Was he supposed to throw that thing in his basket? Well, he thought he had to, so he just threw it in.
As he walked around the place looking for whatever's good, he wasted an hour.
--Chore #5
Sweep?
With a broom?
And roughen his delicate hands that were meant for designing and sewing?
Kaoru wasn't that happy when he had to do harder work. But! He couldn't complain! The Hitachiin kid has to comply with the chores in turn of Asakuro's graciousness. And so, strangely concentrated on sweeping dirt, he finished in two hours.
"Kaoru-chama, I see you're done with all your chores! Well done!" she replied, closing the door after her. She observed the seemingly dead boy who was slumped over the dining table. "Ah! Gomene, Kaoru-chama, I guess seven's a bit too late for dinner."
Asakuro wandered over to the Hitachiin. "You must be hungry; I'll get something for you to eat!"
Kaoru thought, finally seeing his maids in a different perspective. 'I can't believe it that we give them a much harder time!!!'In fact, it was just that Kaoru didn't know how to do a thing.
For taking out the trash, it shouldn't have been two hours. He just tripped around.
Cutting the grass? It's called a lawnmower!
Shopping? Fill the damn basket with whatevers.
Sweeping…no comment.
Well, there was nothing for Kaoru to do. And so…we will rewind back to what Hikaru just said back there…
--To Hikaru and Haruhi: Back to the past!
"…Hikaru?" Haruhi said weakly, after full absorbing her shock. She looked critically at Hikaru who was still staring at her. "…You do notice by my gender, that it's impossible for me to automatically become 'your brother'."
The Hitachiin let his arms fall to the sides. "Jus- no…listen, okay?" Hikaru asked after stumbling over his words. "You're like him! I know it's- it's weird of me asking for you to be my brother and all that…but…" He paused and took a deep breath, and a faint red came on his face. "I like you!"
Haruhi blinked at him, as Hikaru scratched his head furiously. She then asked him confusedly, "And does liking me mean…that I have to be your brother?"
"Well…technically, I think I like you because you and Kaoru have almost the same attributes," Hikaru reasoned out, twirling his finger in the air. The Fujioka stood there staring, as he tried to make sense. "You know…so…can you please sleep over at my house?!"
…
"How did asking me to be your brother quickly jumped to coming over to your house?" she asked sweat dropping.
"Onegai, Haruhi? You are my brother, right?"
Her eyes shifted towards his begging face. "Temporary?"
"Hai."
Haruhi gave a sigh, and patted Hikaru on the shoulder. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I guess you're lonely…I have to tell otousan." As she ended that sentence she took out her red cell phone that Tamaki gave her, and dialed her house number.
'Is it possible? Is he trying to ignore that void…or is he just filling it up?'
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"We didn't see Kaoru today, but we picked up some nifty stuff!" Tamaki exclaimed, yabbering to Haruhi. She was the only one willing to listen, or person who was considerate to listen. As the Suoh's eyes drifted towards the Hitachiin who was snoring softly on Haruhi's shoulder, he remember the lunch they had earlier. "Oh yeah…he seemed more like himself this afternoon…anything happened?"
"Eh? I noticed, but I guess…the pillow…and the restaurant," Haruhi said. Everybody sweat dropped. "Oh! I'm staying with Hikaru for the night…"
"WHAT?!" Tamaki yelled.
"And…strangely, I'm Hikaru's brother now."
…
"WHAT?!"
"HARU-CHAN'S RELATED TO HIKA-CHAN?! DID YOU HEAR THAT TAKASHI?!"
"Aa."
"THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS, MOMMY!!! IMMEDIATELY TAKE THEM FOR A BLOOD SAMPLE!!!" Tamaki then rashly pointed at Haruhi. "HARUHI, TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF IMMEDIATELY!!! WE HAVE TO GO FOR THE CHECK! DAIJOUBU, HARUHI! WE'RE ALL MEN-"
"THAT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING WORSE!!!" Haruhi retorted, as a vein popped on her head. Her face was covered with a blush at her sempai's stupid idea. Gladly, Kyouya slammed a hand over the blabbering blond.
"Tamaki, talk nonsense only when you're sleeping."
"BUT!"
--Hitachiin Household
"Etto…this place is large, Hikaru," Haruhi said as they entered through the door. She gazed around the 'large' house. There were a place where the sofas were kept, coffee table, and hallways leading to many rooms. She guessed that they were guest rooms.
"Not really," he then looked to his maids. "I brought a classmate over, can you prepare the guest room that's the nearest to mine?"
They bowed and scurried off towards the staircase. Hikaru turned towards Haruhi, who had absolutely nothing taken with her, honestly…rich people these days, just dump her off wherevers…not letting her get ready or pack.
So here Haruhi was…empty-handed and in the 'mercy' of Hitachiin Hikaru who proposed her to be his brother.
Sweet.
"Oy, Haruhi, come over here," Hikaru called out, the girl snapped out of her thoughts of the current situation to see Hikaru waving at her from the stairs. "I'll show you around the place."
"Sure…"
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"And this is my room," Hikaru introduced opening up the door. What was found inside was an incredibly large space with a large bed. There were chairs surrounding a round table, a bathroom, large walk-in closet, and a very messy disorganized desk.
As Haruhi walked inside and gaped at the large walk-in closet and other things, Hikaru grinned. "Never seen everything like this before?"
"Iia…I've seen living rooms this big though…" Haruhi replied, turning back to look at the Hitachiin. "By the way…" Her eyes wandered over to the windows. "Wait a minute…" Her chocolate eyes widened. "Is that my curtains?!"
The Fujioka rapidly twisted to turn towards Hikaru who had a face…that didn't deny anything. "Hai, we wanted to have a memento of our dear girl before we lost her," he joked, closing the door.
Haruhi's eyebrow twitched and she folded her arms. "Seriously, what memento? Last time I checked, you and Kaoru always run into my house and steal all my clothes…" Hikaru just shrugged at that statement, a pang hit Haruhi as she remembered what she was going to ask before she saw her stolen curtains. "By…the way…how about my clothes?"
Hikaru seemed to be snapped out of joke land, and his face turned serious…for once. He rubbed his chin as he got into thought. "Crap…I forgot…" He muttered to himself, before turning to look at Haruhi who was sweat dropping. "Eh…Haruhi!"
The Hitachiin walked up to the special student and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him in irritation, "Nanda?"
"Do you mind if…you wear…this for tomorrow?" Hikaru whisked out a set of clothing. That thing was way…too baggy for her. It was meant for a male, and if she was to wear it, it'd look like some 'older-brother-hand-me-downs.'
"…I suppose that outfitbelongs to Kaoru…right?" Haruhi asked, quite annoyed. And of course, a vein popped up on her head.
Hikaru blinked, as he lowered it from shoulder-length; he looked at her. "You're not going to wear it?" he asked somewhat sadly, recognizing the vein pulsing on her head. Haruhi could imagine him turning on his water works, and she looked at him.
Sure enough.
Tears were already shedding comically out of his eyes. His golden eyes became slightly distorted as tears were collecting on the corners of his eyes. "You…" He hiccupped. "Don't want to wear it?"
Her irritated look softened the more he stared at her with those…big…teary eyes. Hikaru brought the crumpled clothing up to his face to pad it dry, unknowingly he had sneakily put more eye drops into his eye.
Hikaru hiccupped again, as a tear drop was threatening to fall from his eyes. "I can't believe it, Haruhi…" He sobbed for a while, the clothing well in his face. Hikaru choked out, "I-I thought…We were…"
Dare he say it…
"Brothers! –hiccup- Haruhi!" The Hitachiin turned away from Haruhi, who was silent…and kind of scared that she really made Hikaru cry. More sobbing and hiccupping…actually fake sobbing and hiccupping.
Well, Haruhi wouldn't care if it was just the twins, but this was Hikaru. Only Hikaru. Hikaru alone. And a depressed one…somewhat. Haruhi's eyes wandered around guiltily, and then she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ano…Hikaru…it was designed for Kaoru, so it won't really fit me…"
She noticed him shaking slightly as well some movements to rub away the tears. "Iie, iie! I wanted us to look like twins! We're brothers!" And he ended the sentence with yet another hiccup. An uncomfortable face shifted onto the girl's features. Dealing with Hitachiins are troublesome…
"H-Hikaru, you're being irrational-"
he interrupted in an outburst. Haruhi sighed, and turned herself so that she faced Hikaru. She groaned inwardly once she found out that Hikaru's eyes were puffy, maybe he rubbed his eyes too hard…"How about this, Hikaru? Why not you pick a new outfit?"
She was answered by a shake of a head.
"This is the only outfit that belongs to Kaoru!"
"…You're not making any sense-"
"Kaoru took all his clothes, except the one that I hid from him!" He rubbed his eyes with the cloth. "Demo, Kaoru's gone, it's the only cloth memento I have of him! All the nights that we spent together designing new clothes for us to wear! Designing and sewing! We did it together!" He sniffled. "Every single thread sewed into this attire is every single millisecond of our memories pounded together by a sewing machine!"
Hikaru took a moment to breath, and then he started up again. "Because I thought you were my brother, you would- would wear it!"
Haruhi moaned in her mind, trying to resist the temptation of massaging her temples."Etto, Hikaru…I can wear it…if you make slight adjustments to it. For example, make it a bit slim around the waist," Haruhi said. She paused and added desperately, "And…you have my body measures…right?"
Hikaru blinked at her confusedly, and removed the cloth from his face. "…Body measures?"
A vein popped.
"What were all those outfits then?! The ones that you forced me to wear?!" Haruhi grumbled, trying to keep her tone down. A light bulb seems to come off in his head.
He raised a finger. "You mean those cute dresses? Kaasanya designed them, we thought they fitted you. We never had anything to do with your measures."
Sweat drop.
"Demo! You're serious about wearing it?" Hikaru asked happily, jumping right back on the topic. If someone was to think he was a dog, a fluffy tail would be wagging furiously. The Hitachiin grabbed Haruhi's hands. "Arigatou!"
"…Hai, hai…"
"Oh yeah, Haruhi," Hikaru noted, after folding up Kaoru's clothes. "You seem to have gotten bigger…sore dewa…" His eyes lowered to Haruhi's chest region. "I can't…really use…kaasanya's clothing…"
By now Haruhi realized that the Hitachiin was being unnecessarily distracted to her chest, a slight vein appeared on her forehead as well a light blush on her cheek. "Hikaru!"
His golden eyes snapped up back to meet Haruhi's brown ones. "Sore dewa…Haruhi…do you mind if I…" he trailed on, obviously finding the subject rather touchy.
"I'll try not to. And Hikaru…"
Hikaru had already produced a roll of tape from a nearby drawer. He looked at Haruhi, as he started untying the long strip of measuring tape. "Nani?"
"…Don't tell anyone of this," She said dangerously, her eyes seemed to glow evilly. Hikaru gulped.
"I won't…"
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"Hikaru."
"I know, just deal with it, Haruhi…"
"Hikaru!"
"Nandayo?"
"That hurts! What does measuring have to do with sticking pins into me?" Haruhi finally asked, she felt that the Hitachiin wouldn't reply yet. She held still as Hikaru's fingers delicately brushed over her stomach. And then…
PRICK
"Hikaru!"
The Hitachiin placed down his pins and rolled up tape, and stared at Haruhi. She gave him a frown that clearly showed her discomfort. Hikaru stood up from his chair and clasped Haruhi's hands.
"Pins are the essentials of brother-bonding, Haruhi, do this for me…" Hikaru grinned and added, "Please?"
Haruhi was already at the point of ripping off Kaoru's clothes and stomping off to bed. After all she was standing on a box for an hour having pins hold the excess cloth around her waist and stomach. But she can't really deny Hikaru's request now…
"Fine. I don't understand the 'brother-bonding' part, but try be more gentle with the pins?"
"It's not my fault that you keep wiggling," Hikaru said, grabbing his sets of pins again. Haruhi's eyes narrowed.
She snorted, "I have to breathe…and talk to you. And scream in pain….and etc."
"Okay, after having all these pins…now I can measure your stomach!" Hikaru exclaimed, expertly flicking out the measuring tape. In a flash, he had the tape firmly tightened around her waist. "Yup…" he muttered to himself, reading the tape measures.
Hikaru strayed back to his working desk, and read the paper while scribbling something down. He lightened up, and turned towards Haruhi. "Just as I thought!"
A sweat drop clung to her head, as her eyes weakly wandered over to the Hitachiin. "Thought what?"
"You had gotten fat!" He rubbed his chin, and a sparkle appeared. "Our tactics have worked, dono!"
"You think I haven't noticed? And what tactics?" she asked quite insulted. Curiosity overwhelmed her mind when Hikaru started to examine her by walking around her. "Nani? What are you staring at?"
Hikaru stepped back a bit, a Cheshire grin planted on his face. "You know, Haruhi. You can be free now…demo…do you want something…more fitting than a loose top?"
Taking note of the strange grin, Haruhi carefully chose her words, "What do you mean?"
The sixteen year old only walked around her to lengthen the suspense. "The previous owner is a male, you…are a female. Do you want something flattering?"
And she caught his game; a vein came onto her forehead. "No, Hikaru. I don't want pins jabbing me there!"
Said person only shrugged, as he began to take off the needles from her. After the tedious task of unpinning them, Hikaru deposited all the little items into a plastic box. "Now give me that."
"…?"
Hikaru grew slightly impatient. "Can you please hand me your clothes so I can work on it?"
"You do notice that I have to change into right after I take a bath."
Silence.
"Ano, matte kudasai." And the Hitachiin ran over towards the enormous closet other than the moderately size one near the bed. She could see him rummage frantically through the drawers. Thinking that he was taking too long, she wandered over to him.
"Haruhi, here," he tossed a shirt at her without looking, and he continued searching. Haruhi unfolded the navy blue shirt button up tank top, and stared at it. "That's my t-shirt…Here's my pants…" She caught the loose khaki pants that were thrown at her. "Another tank…" Haruhi had to bend down to pick up a white tank top. "And…my boxers." The blue short pants whacked her in the face, and she removed it while sweat dropping.
Hikaru stood up and dusted his pants. "Gomen for not having a supply of underwear. Kaasanya has a ton of those, except they're at another location…"
"Kekko desu…" Haruhi clutched the four articles of clothing and sighed, as she walked into the bathroom.
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Slam
"Ah, Haruhi, you have no idea how long I waited-" He blinked at her. Here was Haruhi standing in front of him, wearing his clothes, and they seem to be sagging off her body. A light blush came on his face. "Is my clothes that big?!" And then he poked her cheek, "Or do you need to get fatter?"
Not wanting to hear anything else out from the Hitachiin, she shoved the neatly folded article of clothing into Hikaru's face. "Please, start hemming."
"Okay."
"Hikaru…" Haruhi asked, turning back to the light browned hair Hitachiin who was walking back to his desk.
"Yeah?"
"My room?"
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"If you have any problems, you can come over to my room, don't try ring the maids. They don't respond after ten," Hikaru said, as Haruhi snuggled into bed. He grinned at her. "We would really be brothers if we slept together…demo you wouldn't enjoy it, now would you?"
"Stop treating me as Kaoru, kudasai, I'm not him…" Haruhi muttered sleepily, as she tossed in her bed.
Hikaru's grin fell down slightly, and he opened the door and started to slip out. "So desuyo…well…good night." He flicked off the lights, and walked out the door, closing it on his way out.
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Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound of heavy rain and occasional flashes.
Zzzzzzzzm.
Hikaru pressed down slightly on the foot pad, nudging the cloth into a straight position. He looked at the clock, it was getting late, and he was almost done. He snipped off several pieces of cloth and returned back to the sewing machine. Just as he was about to apply pressure onto the pedal…a knock interrupted him.
Knock, Knock
"Hello? Hikaru?" Haruhi's head poked in. The Hitachiin's eyebrows arched at her, as he placed the clothes back on the table.
"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"
Haruhi walked over towards him, and collapsed in a chair near him. "No, there's…-BOOM-" She ended in a squeak, "Thunder…"
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A/N: Oh my god? Thunder? xD I absolutely loved writing this chapter. :3 I hope you enjoyed it. And please add reveiws. :D REVEIWS!!! I love the sewing machine part. xD Okay, okay. REVEIWS:O
-Ja.
