Anger takes control

"What the hell?"

Kaoru blinked, looking at his side where his brother stood, confused and a look of irritation on his face and flames getting ready to burst in his eyes. "Hikaru," he scolded. "Don't."

"But, what the hell is he doing here?" Hikaru muttered, getting ready to stomp his way over where his wife was standing by the ruthless man, but couldn't as his elbow was gabbed and he wasn't able to go anywhere. "K-Kaoru, let go."

"No," the younger twin grumbled, looking over towards Haruhi and Kuro as they looked like they were taken up in a conversation. "Hikaru, he's a free man, he can go wherever he wants now, he'll go away, if I let you go do what you want, you're only going to make things more complicated."

"He's the one who made everything complicated in the first place," Hikaru huffed hot air form his nose like an angry bull and contemplated on calling Tamaki, just so he could have someone back him up, since his regular wingman was currently against him. "Plus your hold on me is totally girl-like and I can get away whenever."

Kaoru pouted, having his brother's arm rip itself away, and watched in suspicious as his twin looked anything but happy. "Hikaru, he doesn't look like he's doing anything, if you do something stupid now, he wouldn't be the one behind bars, and I wont be able to help you."

"Who asked you to?" Hikaru huffed in complete irritation, after keeping the news the Kuro had ben out for a while from Haruhi, in attempt to keep her from getting upset when everything was picture perfect. "Now, excuse me while I go murder someone."

"Hikaru, wait." Kaoru sputtered, taking a step forward but realized he was fighting a loosing battle and just stopped completely, not believing that his twin was actually twenty-six years old and still acted the way he did.

Just go's to show how immature Hikaru really was, and how it couldn't be fixed not even with age.

"It's almost pitiful watching you guys act that way with each other," Suzuki muttered behind him, just as Hkaru disappeared behind the corner. "It's like you're his baby-sitter."

Kaoru sighed, running his hand in through his hair as he stayed silent, not knowing how else to reply to that.

Yeah, it's always ben that way.

"...Kuro?"

The black-haired, thirty-year old man blinked, turning around completely, only to be greeted with two sets of big brown eyes, one of which, looked all too familiar.

"Ah crap." He muttered, his hands in his pockets as he rolled his eyes, looking down at the woman who had unintentionally seduced and looked down towards the little girl who he had ben standing by ever since she had told him that she felt lost.

Haruhi gasped in a small amount of air, her eyes going wide as she subconsciously pulled Hanako closer, almost tripping the small girl on her own.

She didn't know what to say to him, as he just keep staring at her, and took a deep breath as she looked down at her daughter who looked nonetheless confused and just stood there, looking around for her brothers.

Haruhi finally cleared her throat, looking away from his face sheepishly, gripping Hanako's wrist nervously, and stood up straight, tugging her lightly to follow her.

"Uh, come on Hanako, before daddy freaks out about us being gone too long," she muttered, dusting of the knees of her pants. "And about other things."

"Too late."

"Ack," Haruhi squeaked, feeling hot air on the back of her neck, as she jumped slightly from a sudden appearance of her husband's voice behind her and fell into his chest slightly, with his arms helping her get there and held her there securely. "Eh, Hikaru..."

Hikaru narrowed his eyes, gripping Haruhi's shoulders as he pressed her up against himself safely, and trailed his eyes up Kuro's body slowly, showing just how irritated he was.

"Haruhi," he said firmly, his bangs covering the upper part of his facial expression, giving off a dark vibe. "Go back over there, the boys wanted to show you something."

The woman shivered, feeling the seriousness in his voice, and gulped slightly, feeling Hanako wiggle in her grasp, just as she saw her brothers, but couldn't go anywhere as her mother tightened her hold on her hand.

She nodded slightly, so slightly she wouldn't be surprised if they saw her nod or not as she went to step out of his grasping distance, but stumbled a little as she felt him shove her a little out-of-the-way.

She would have stumbled right to the floor with her face hitting first if it hadn't ben for Kaoru who suddenly decided to pop up and also grip her shoulders, except this time it was so she wouldn't be a Haruhi-pancake.

"Hanako, Hayo and Keito are over there with auntie Suzu," he spoke softly to the little girl who looked confused and wondered why her father as so mad and scary for no reason. "This is grownup stuff, why don't you go over there with them? we'll be there in a minute."

Hanako sighed, wanting to say that she had already ben trying to go over there, but decided not to as she nodded her head a little and looked over towards the direction where she saw her brothers and wiggled out of her mothers tight grip and ran over to them.

After watching her daughter run away, Haruhi looked up towards Kaoru, who gripped her hand next and calmly led her to another aisle, which was in viewing distance of Hikaru and Kuro, but was far enough that if things got ugly, they could pretend that they didn't know them.

Kaoru sighed, straightening his shirt after he finally let go of Haruhi's hand, and stood up straight, looking down at her curiously after she had ben silent far too long for his taste. "...Haruhi?"

Haruhi breathed out a few times out of her nose, looking towards her husband and Kuro, as they seemed to be talking, with Hikaru looking even more irritated with him putting his hand up to a fist at his side, and shook her head a little side to side, as if that motion would make all this stop.

She let out a big huff of air then, her lips quivering as she caught Kaoru's sight, with her facial expression looking almost scared if not terrified.

"Haruhi, what the-"

"What are you doing just standing here?" she hissed through her teeth, throwing her arm out to the two men's location. "Go fix this."

Kaoru blinked, following her finger's target even if he knew what followed, and folded his arms over his chest as he shook his head. "What do you want me to do? I can't control what he does."

"You've always ben able to before!" she whined, not feeling comfortable with her formal rapist talking with her husband who looked like he was about to take his head off with the way his fist kept clenching and unclenching. "Do something."

"No, that man is the only person who Hikaru has ever wanted to actually murder," he grumbled remembering just fifteen minutes before when Hikaru had told him he had a girl-like hold. "Remind me to murder him after he's done though, your little husband has ben having some issues lately."

Not at all finding the humor in that at all, Haruhi looked over at Kuro and immediately felt something tug violently at her insides, and stepped back a step as if that would help, and turned away from him to look at the floor.

She hadn't planned on seeing him again, and completely blocked him out of her mind since the court hearings four years ago, and was stupid to think that he would still be in prison.

She looked over her shoulder again, seeing her children take advantage of Suzuki as they made her take them to the ice cream counter, and tensed up her shoulders when she looked back towards Kaoru.

"Why does something always have to happen?" she sighed quietly, playing with the hem of her shirt. "And just when I was so close to getting him home too."

Kaoru chewed on the skin of his lips and pulled his arms loose form each other, looking down at his watch curiously, which read 4:32pm.

"Well I can't be all on him twenty-four-seven like I used to be," Kaoru defended himself in a huge sigh. "You're his wife, you go do something, he listens to you."

"If not he listens to me less than he did in High-school," Haruhi grumbled, rubbing her arm nervously as she leaned up against one of the shelves on the aisle. "Besides, I can't go over there, remember? Kyouya filed a restraining order on Kuro last year after he found out that was released, and I don't want to cause trouble for him."

"Really? after what he did, you still don't want to cause trouble for him," he raised his eyebrow, wanting to laugh. "You're very interesting, Haru."

"Well... it wasn't really is fault, he doesn't look too interested to do anything now."

"Yeah right, try telling Hikaru that."

"I tell him all the time, he just..." she paused, as if she wanted to add a dramatic effect to her speech, which is what Kaoru was guessing she wanted. "He just doesn't listen, and I can't do anything, he still wont let me go to work by myself."

"I know, he's so adorable," Kaoru rolled his eyes, with that being sarcasm, he moved his eyes over towards Hikaru again, decided that he was bored just standing there and gripped Haruhi hand again and tried to lead her towards the children. "Let's just wait for him to finish, cause if security comes this way, I'm in deep trouble."

"...How will you be in deep trouble?"

"Well I'll have some explaining to do if I tell them I don't know him and look just like him."

"Yeah... that would make things a little complicated, and I don't think I'd be able to pretend very long since I'm married and have three kids with him."

Kaoru nodded, pulling her away from him so he could lead her away with his hand on her back, only looking over his shoulder again to make sure nothing was happening, when he noticed something he wished he hadn't turned around to see.

"Uh-oh," he narrowed his eyes, giving his mouth a weird arch to make his look similar to the look a child would give when it broke something. "Hikaru lost control."

"Uh!?" Haruhi whirled around hurriedly, her eyes going wide as she saw Kuro on the ground.

"Hikaru!"

After watching his wife being pulled away by his brother, Hikaru grumbled, with his arms folded up over his chest comfortably, and to show he was irritated.

He cleared his throat, glaring a black hole into Kuro's soul as he just stood there silent, tapping his heel slightly against the tiled floor, his golden eyes slowly blinked and felt like fire on his face.

Not wanting to do something stupid while his children where around, (which was a mature thought, for him) he gave his head a small shake, and barely turned to his side as he planned on just walking away.

Though, just as he decided that, and watched Kuro turn around as well, loathing hatred tugged at his guts, and the memory of what the man did to make his life unbearably tortuous and Haruhi miserable those long last four months of her pregnancy, and was occasionally making things uncomfortable when brought up in conversation.

He clenched up his hands as his arms were still crossed, and felt a small throb at his side temple and gave a small sigh as he opened his mouth, with his eye twitching irritably

Kuro blinked, not at all planning to run in to any of the who he had problems and with him getting out two months early on good behavior, he was just out for a little while with his family, like normal people would do, on a normal day.

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he grumbled some harsh curse words under his breath, and was about to start walking away, when he heard Hikaru say something to him, and stopped to listen to whatever he wanted to say.

"I completely forgot you where out and about now," Hikaru said, angry slowly raising up inside him, like an evil hourglass, just waiting to fill up so much it would explode. "You follow us on purpose?"

Kuro snorted, rolling his eyes again as he regretted stopping, as it was only down hill from there, because it was obvious, that they both loved to talk. "You're not the only person who actually go's places with family."

"Huh, I never thought you'd actually know what that word meant," Hikaru growled. "Considering you'd willingly torture random woman, just to satisfy yourself."

"One," Kuro corrected him almost instantly, folding his arms as well, and crossed one leg over the other as he got comfortable. "God, it's not like that's my life passion, I was drunk, things happened, get over it."

"Yeah, when you're the offender you can just forget about it and walk away like nothing ever happened," the auburn haired man glared. "It's different for the other people who still think of what you did when ever they look at their children."

"Over sensitive people," Kuro explained airily, taking a look to the side where his sister was standing by his nephew, mother and girlfriend. "Do one thing wrong, people never forget."

"I don't think you fully understand what exactly you did," Hikaru said, feeling his skin become hot, as if he really was a dragon trapped in a humans body. "You try being seduced by your co-worker, in your own office."

"We didn't even work in the same section, and barely knew each others names," the dark-haired, blacked-eyed male informed. "And barely knew each other afterwards, I don't see how it's that traumatizing, it's not like we're close friends and I did that to her."

"But you still did it," Hikaru snapped, quiet enough not to attract unwanted attention, yet loud and angry enough to get his point across. "So don't act all innocent and keep going on about you being intoxicated and not knowing what you where doing."

"My mistake, I apologize," Kuro said sarcastically, with slight arm movement as he went to turn around again. "You're the one who walked up to me and started talking, what did you want from me?"

"You where standing by my wife and daughter," Hikaru replied cockily, moving his eyes over his shoulder as if he needed to check on his children just as he said one of their names. "Surely you'd be concerned as well if a rapist walked up to yours."

"Trust me, if I knew she was yours, I wouldn't have even looked at her."

"Not to mention that you're not even allowed to step anywhere near one-hundred yards of Haruhi."

"Also not my fault, she's the one who came waltzing up to me."

"Well, if you hadn't have gotten drunk while at work, I wouldn't hate you, you wouldn't have gone to jail, and we wouldn't be standing here having this rather unpleasant conversation, now would we?"

The thirty-two year old man rolled his eyes, which had ben one of many times that day, and stuck one of his hands in his pockets. "Well it's not like I asked for you to come over here and start talking to me, but since you like to talk and piss people off, I guess it can't be helped."

"I can say the same for you."

"You like to cause trouble, don't you?"

"You're one to talk."

"God," Kuro rolled his head back, looking towards the ceiling, rubbing the skin on the bridge of his nose, as if he was getting a headache from just talking to the fashion designer. "Jealous just because I fucked your wife."

Hikaru really was about to walk away just then; almost.

He was so close.

But he didn't.

And instead, did something that had ben bugging him for the four years, and tugged at his insides for permission, and it finally took over him, so much that he just couldn't stand it anymore.

He grabbed his collar of his shirt, gripped his hand in a tight fist, and punched Kuro in the cheek; hard.

Hikaru huffed deeply from his nose, standing up straight as he lowered his hand, hearing a woman squeak in surprise and yelled Kuro's name in concern, and moments later, felt someone tug on his elbow as a random woman ran up to them, kneeling down to the man on the floor.

"Hikaru!"

Hikaru snapped out of his blurry, angry filled trance, and blinked when he heard Haruhi exclaim in worry, and stepped back a step as was pulled slightly by the person who had stepped up to him.

"Moron," Kaoru muttered in his ear, pulling him away slightly, watching Kuro's sister assist him of standing up straight. "What did I tell you?"

Growling under his breath, Hikaru yanked his arm away form his brother and cursed down at the floor, casting one last angry look towards Kuro before Haruhi grabbed his hand, pulling him back to their children, who unfortunately watched it all.

Hanako was the most confused one in it all though.

"I can't believe you did that in public." Haruhi hissed angrily at her husband as she scolded him, gripping his hand as she held it under the water that was spilling from the skin.

Hikaru grumbled, wincing slightly as she squeezed his fingers harshly, with the hot water lashing on to his skin, and snapped in reply. "He started it."

"Don't give me that," she said coldly, causing a shiver to run down his spine. "You didn't have to walk over there and start talking to him, you were just asking to cause trouble, you could have just left it alone.

Hikaru glared, huffing out his chest as they stood in the kitchen of their house, with Kaoru sitting down with the children and Suzuki at the small breakfast table, and made a small growl sound as he snatched his hand away. "He started it before that, damn bastard shouldn't piss me off."

Haruhi narrowed her eyes, smacking a small frozen icepack against her husbands head for cursing unnecessarily in front of the kids, causing him to wince and silence himself.

"Look, you're hand's all bruised," she sighed, grabbing his hand back as she gripped it securely in hers. "You're so hopeless, what am I going to do with you." She said, more of a question to herself than to him.

He didn't say anything to that, and stayed quiet as she led him to the table, where she sat him down, (even if he could sit down by himself) and smashed the icepack to his knuckles, making his body jump slightly from the coldness and pain.

Hanako blinked, curiously glancing up from her plate of grapes to look at her father, who looked irritated for some reason, and her mother, who also looked irritated. "Mommy?" she piped up, making everyone's heads turn. "Why did daddy hit that nice man?"

"He's not nice, that why," Hikaru replied instead, just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing as Haruhi held the ice to his hand, though tried to wiggle away when she pressed it harder against him when he said that. "Uncle Kao is nice, and no one hits him, that man is bad, people hit him, do the math."

The small girl narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking towards Haruhi who was shaking her head, and opened her mouth to speak again as she looked towards her uncle, who just happened to be siting next to her then looked down at her fingers, as if she was about to count something.

"Kao?" she sighed, holding her fingers up to his face. "What kind of math is that?"

Kaoru blinked, looking away from Suzuki as he turned downwards to the little girls fingers, and bit his lip as he gave her head a small pat. "You're so cute."

Hanako scowled, a little perturbed that her question wasn't answered, and glared down at her grapes poking them with her finger as she stayed silent till she felt like talking again.

"Daddy punched him," Hayato pointed out what was already obvious, and played with a piece of chip that was on another plate. "It was funny."

"It wasn't funny," Haruhi corrected him, sliding the plate of chips away from him as she scooted the bowl of baby carrots she originally gave him, causing him to pout and reach for his chip again. "Daddy almost got in trouble with the security guard."

Keito puffed out his cheeks which were filled with a cookie from the plate of cookies his mother already took away from him, while sitting next to his plate of grapes, making everyone think he was eating them instead. "Can daddy do it again?"

"If necessary." Hikaru nodded.

"No, we're not doing that again," Haruhi glared towards Hikaru, who took his hand away from her completely and crossed his arms over his chest childishly. "If daddy does, he's grounded."

The kids were silent, while it Kaoru was the one who looked like he was about to burst out laughing; like a good brother would.

"Daddy can't get grounded," Hikaru assured them, looking over towards Haruhi suspiciously. "Mommy's just mad that we were kicked out of the store before she could buy any of those, lovely clothing."

"That was actually the best part," she sighed, shaking her head slightly as she laid her cheek down on her hand, when she looked over towards Keito whose cheeks were blown up like cheeks of a chipmunk. "Keito, what's in your mouth? you're not eating the cookies, are you?"

"No," Keito managed, shaking his head lightly as he tried to talk with the food in his mouth. "Grapes."

"That many?"

"Hmm, mmm."

Haruhi raised her eyebrow as she looked over towards Hayato, who, while his brother caused a distraction, was eating his chips again, and filling the pockets of his hoodie with them, and was so close to getting off his chair and escaping with his brother, when Haruhi grabbed the back of his shirt and stopped the small boy from going anywhere.

"Hayato," she said, tugging him gently back where she was and looked down at him. "Honey what in your pockets?"

"Nothing," Hayato replied, his voice identical to his father when he was his age. "Mommy look, daddy's kissing aunty Suzu."

"Huh?" Haruhi blinked, turning around curiously to look what her husband was really doing, and saw that he was still in the same sitting position where she left him in, and Kaoru looked over towards Suzuki who hadn't moved and was on the opposite side where Hikaru was sitting, with Kaoru being in the middle of them.

Basically it was in possible for them to be kissing.

Kaoru shrugged.

"Wait." Haruhi sighed, looking back down at her son, who wasn't there anymore and had run off with his siblings, and was no longer there. She closed her eyes, realizing she was set up and looked like a moron.

"You know what, I'm done," she sighed, looking down towards the floor as she pushed open the door to the kitchen and walked out of the room. "I'm going to bed."

Hikaru snorted, watching Hanako run back in, slipping through the door frame and Haruhi's leg, and ran up to the table, which was a little too big for her and reach her fingers up on top searching for something.

"Daddy," she whispered, looking at her father from the side of the table top. "Can you hand me that?"

Hikaru blinked, snickering as he scooted the bowl of cookies closer to her, and watched as she gave a big Hitachiin grin, gripping it with her tiny fingers, and running away once again passed Haruhi, who had watched it all.

Haruhi shook her head at her husband, giving his a hard glare.

And sadly, for Hikaru, Haruhi willingly slept in the guest bedroom that night.

Alone.

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Um, this isn't one of my favorite chapters ever, but I have ben so tired recently, out of inspiration, and have hade thoughts of the new college story of Hikaru and Haruhi I'm working on.

This chapter didn't end up the way I wanted it to, it wasn't as dramatic and long as it was suppose to be, and that irks me a little, and I am trying so, so hard not to abandon this story in general. I love it, it's one of my babies, the story line is going perfect, but I'm not as motivated as I was earlier in the week. Though don't worry, I don't really plan on actually leaving it out in the dust, and hopefully the next chapter with be up soon.

By the way, about the college story, it will be called ' Blossoming Beloved' and should be up on my profile soon, like really soon, so keep in touch. ^^ if you think about Haruhi, the title actually makes sense. Lol.