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*Disclaimer I do not own Ouran Host Club.
Back in our world
By Alimackatjac
Chapter 37 A peek behind the gates.
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Sorry guys , it's that time again , for mystery…What can I say , I was bored , and like the twins ,decided to play a game.;) Alimackatjac.
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With mounting frustration, I quickly reach back, grabbing a soft velvet corner, flinging it across the over-sized room. The navy blue pillow spins like a flying saucer in the air, just before it roughly smacks into the stark white wall, toppling into a chair below. "Hmm, a day or two, at the most."
Once more, my cell phone exchanges hands as I try and shift my weight, unable to achieve any kind of comfort. Even after finally achieving a full nights rest, my muscles still seem tense…Of course, why wouldn't they be, after what that cold hearted bastard is trying to do-
With the enraging thought, my hand finds its way at the base of my throbbing neck, as I attempt to alleviate the escalating ache, radiating throughout my stressed muscles. Until a sweet voice echoes in my ear, helping me find my center. Or at least douse my inflamed rage to its original searing form. Stiff cotton stretches across my expanding chest, as I purposely take an exaggerated breath, trying to regain some of my lost ground. Immediately noticing, the brushed metal waning under my strangling fingers…while reminding myself of the unmitigated fact,
I can't let my anger take over, the stakes this time, are too high.
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I can't really recall when I've ever felt this tired. "Hmm, I see." With a sigh, my twisted muscles slowly sink into the smaller seat cushions.
"I know, but I had to." However instantly my shoulders slouch from the smaller seat, as I realize I'd probably be more comfortable, sitting gym style on a tatami mat, then folded up in the suite's tiny sofa. "Yeah, but it's the right thing, at least for the families, concerned. "
"Haru?!" My dark eyes flash to the door
...Hearing "her" name in a sudden outcry.
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Not just by one voice, but two. Two "almost," seemingly identical voices. In seconds, I spring from the uncomfortable sofa to the connecting suite's door. My house slippers stop just before the escaping glow, from underneath the threshold. Just barely brushing against my exposed toes, while finding the door slightly ajar. Cautiously reaching a shaky hand, the last few inches, almost in a whispered touch, lightly enclosing my fingers. Being ever so careful with the polished knob, so not to alert my forgiving host and well….
I didn't want to break anything else, either.
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With my dark irises obscured in the shadows, I wearily search through the small crack, into the neighboring suite's sitting room. My chest pings with a sudden ache of pain, as I hear her sweet voice ramble along in my ear. She unknowingly reminds me why I'm here, lurking behind a door.
That those around me have a mass of darkness just hovering over their innocent heads. Waiting for it to sinisterly curl, and linger into the air they breathe. Snuffing out any kind of life, they've ever known. "Sorry, I have to go, they're here." Quietly hushing into my cupped hand.
Because no matter how much I justify and blame my misfortune on ruthless revenge …when I allow my mind to wander ,and seek the truth, that's when my rage begins to crawl up from the pool of bile, deep within. Not for that, smug S.O.B. …but, someone even harder to stomach.
Myself.
You see when all is said and done, it still boils down to my own decaying deception … And no matter how much I missed them..
I needed to see this through.
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"As soon as I'm done." I quietly speak in my cell while my eyes drift towards my two hosts, and uh… "Her." Seeing her troubled deep brown eyes, causes a whole new reaction….One that I honestly have no business experiencing, well at least for her, anyway … one that makes most men either stagger from a pyramid of empty shot glasses or sprint to the nearest jeweler. Even back then, my….
Well, they just weren't strong enough, and I made my choice…
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Noticing my tense three friends standing next to the suite's bar. "Yeah, I do too." Feeling my cheeks warm, and my guilty heart squeeze, causing me to quickly affirm my abundant feelings…as if I was proving something.
"I'll be home soon." Making a mental note to stop off at the little jeweler Satoshi often breezes in, just before flying back home, usually after extensive stays. With my goodbyes said, my thumb blindly pushes on my screen, ending the bittersweet phone call, as I continue to watch.
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If you haven't guessed already: It's Mori's POV
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"I said you weren't invited, how in the hell did you-" With his back to me, I see my friend nervously run a hand through his ginger hair, in frustration.
"I know what you said Hika," Haru only smiles, placing a finger up to my friend's face. "But since when have I ever listened to you." The corner of my mouth lifts, seeing a slight glimmer of my old friend, returning. Watching her effortlessly put the stunned identical men in their places like, she always could.
Before the well intentioned lies …
"I told you, it didn't work before, and it wouldn't work now." She walks pass the befuddled eldest. My heart begins to pound seeing her confident demeanor is a mere façade. For a moment, her hands nervously fidget, folding over her perspiring palms, behind her back.
Whatever she was about to attempt, meant quite a lot.
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Stopping in front of Kaoru, she lifts her foot, awkwardly scratching the back of the other boot's ankle, with her toe.
"H…H Haru?" Of course, my ginger friend was too petrified to notice that she is just as scared, as he is.
"H…Hello, Kaoru, I think it's time we stop these games, don't you?"
"Um. H…Haru" The younger ginger's eyes blew up as if an over packed lorry was burling towards him. His stunned cat like eyes immediately slide to the bar as he awkwardly begins to search for his grey suit jacket. "I uh would love to, but…" Trailing off, he fumbles with his now crumpled jacket in his left hand. "Please excuse me, but I uh, have a show to wrap up. "Kaoru tries to slip by, but Haruhi just adamantly crosses her arms.
"Listen Haru." The younger twin unthinkingly reaches out, barely brushing his fingertips along her arm. "Oh, I'm uh yeah," He quickly jerks back his hand, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "L-Listen Haru, what do you say, once you get settled, and uh, I tie up a few pressing matters, we agree to meet at the estate, and hash a few things out?" He doesn't even wait for the slightest a nod before attempting to hurry pass the stubborn girl, once more.
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And just as before Haruhi refuses to budge.
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"Yeah, like that's going to happen." Hikaru grumbles under his breath while taking a seat at the bar, smirking at the two awkwardly dancing. One trying to desperately leave, with an imagined bullseye painted on his forehead, while the other …well the other with utter determination molded into her normally angelic features, bouncing side to side, like she was the last defense to the winning shot.
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With a sigh, the more emotional twin laces his fingers around the narrowed neck of a glass bottle. The curious twin brings it closer, inspecting the status seeking label, with a discerned eye. Reacting at the bright red bow, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, as he continues to pour a long golden stream, into a nearby glass tumbler. "What could you possibly have to do now, you yourself said the show was over, don't we have people for everything else?"
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The younger ginger awkwardly pauses his dance. "You know me," Kaoru gives his brother a harsh look over Haru's head, "Work, work and more work, always um." Nervously chuckling. "Working." Kaoru reaches up rubbing the back of his neck.
I had a feeling Hikaru was kind of desperately holding in his raging feelings, for his brother, or at least for his brother's cold treatment towards our mutual brunet friend. As the older twin's slightly shaky hand comes extremely close, to shattering the filled glass he's tightly gripping.
Although, everyone else is too busy to notice.
"Yeah I do." Hikaru dryly adds before lifting his drink, stopping just before his grinning lips, "That's why I'm asking, what's the hurry, little brother." He chuckles before taking a long savored pull.
Haru's head turns away from the bar, "Kao, what is Hika, trying to say?"
"Damn it Hikaru, sometimes-" Seeing her dejected reaction causes Kaoru to hiss at his brother, all the while avoiding looking in her disappointing eyes. "I am uh... am always working …unlike "some" people." Kaoru sputters off while his knowing eyes dart towards his brother.
While taking a drink, Hikaru's eyes go wide, before almost choking down it, with his identical twin's laser guided accusation. "Excuse me?!" Attempting to regain from his awkward sip, the older twin clears his throat, setting his tumbler down on the bar, right in front of him, before shrugging his shoulders. "Well, to me, "LITTLE brother, it sounds like "SOME" people, are trying to escape consequences for their actions." Hikaru coolly picks up the dark bottle, ready to pour an additional drink.
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"What, no?!" Kaoru huffs around the woman, who deserves every inch of their devotion before ripping the bottle out of his brother's hand, roughly slamming it down on the bar.
"Hey Kao, what's your problem?"
The elaborate red bow falls off of Kasanoda's gift, drifting to the reflective surface. With his golden eyes narrowed towards the older ginger, Kaoru, bounces a finger between his brother and himself. "I'm just busy like "we" agreed. I uh thought "we" both agreed Haruhi, would be more "comfortable" at the estate, not to mention her, uh safety. I'm just too busy with the show to properly entertain her." Speaking in a vailed exaggerated voice. "Or did you forget that…Hikaru?"
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The elder ginger shifts on the leather bar stool, nonchalantly lifting the remainder of his aged drink to his tense jaw. "I did … well, at least I tried. You saw me walk in without her. " Hikaru motions to the door.
"Well Hika, might I suggest you try somewhat, harder, next time." Kaoru reaches for a glass, picking up Kasanoda's gift that he had just taken from his brother, pouring himself a drink. "You know, like you should do for the company." Blindly jabs.
"What the hell are you saying, little brother!? You know I worked my ass off, before I left, and you damn well know that too!" Hikaru's fingers tighten around his tumbler, before jerking back his head, slugging back the remainder of his drink, roughly setting the empty glass down. Purposely taking the younger twin's bottle, pouring the golden liquid in his glass. "I always come through." He lifts a knowing eyebrow, visually daring his little brother to do something about his ill-gotten drink.
A burning Kaoru, chews on his lip while glaring at the glass tumbler for a tempting second, before begrudgingly ripping his eyes away, "Whatever." Looking away, he takes an agitated pull from his glass.
To make his point, with a knowing smirk spreading across his model like features, Hikaru smugly tops off his tumbler…taking his victory lap , so to speak , before coolly tipping his glass.
Kaoru doesn't say a word, he just intensely gazes down into the aged liquid, slightly jostling his cup, rippling the once still surface.
"Don't use me to hide from your problems, little brother." The glass tumbler clanks against the surface of the bar. He lets out a pessimistic chuckle. "Besides, I doubt Haruhi even believes you."
"Hey! I think I can speak for myself, Hikaru!" The fuming brunet pulls the glass from Hikaru's lips, almost spilling it.
Irritated Hikaru flings his arms out, checking his tailored suit jacket. "What the hell, Haru, I was just trying to help-" He immediately reaches for some napkins, frantically blotting the yellow spot, spread over his angular zipper.
"Who asked you to, Hika?" Watching the older twin struggle with his disintegrating paper napkins, as noticeably white paper fibers began to appear on the dark grey wool. Seeing this, our brunet friend quickly makes her way to the bar, finding a pristine white towel. Without a wasted second, she holds the towel under the faucet, before coming back to Hikaru. Gently taking the napkin from the fumbling ginger.
He glances up, getting wrapped up in Haruhi's deep brown eyes, "Uh, no-no one," A little taken back from the sudden proximity of the brunet's eyes , his cheeks began to warm, awkwardly dropping his hands, allowing her to quickly fix his attempt. "I uh, just thought."
Once done she steps back, checking her work. "I thought you would have learned, since-" Her hand tightly squeezes around the white bar towel. "Since Karuizawa!" She turns her back, walking to the sink, before rinsing out the bar towel.
"Did you just ...wow?" Hikaru can only shake his head.
" I can take care of myself, like you two should be able to." She bounces an accusing finger at both stunned twins.
"Hey! I can, it's "him" you need to worry about!" The two gingers snap their heads towards their friend but soon notice the simultaneous response, awkwardly looking away from each other, and back in their half-filled glasses.
She turns her attention to the younger twin. "Kao, as much as this surprises me ….Hika's right.
Hikaru rips his glass from his mouth. "Ouch, that freaking stings, Haru!"
My brunet ...uh friend, just rolls her eyes, before placing a shaky hand over the younger ginger's, knuckles. "Kao, you can't keep hiding from me." Her deep chocolates meaningfully capture the ginger's taken back hazels.
However, he abruptly shakes her casted spell from his head, ripping away his hand. "Haru, I was just-" Awkwardly waving a hand through his hair, which for some strange reason, makes it even more styled.
Rejected, Haruhi refuses to even look at him. "No it's fine."
He reaches out with a shaky hand, but stops just before. "Haru, please don't do this."
She shakes her head, turning a cold shoulder. "No, Kao, it's obvious… I never should have."
"Whoa, you never should have what, Haru? Are you, "seriously" reconsidering!?" Furious, his arms lash out, tightly holding her around the shoulders. "I know we haven't spoken about it …but THIS," He lets go of one of her arms, motioning between the three of them,"…will NEVER work, if you take your fucking decision so lightly!"
Haru throws up a hand. "Says the one that won't even stay in the same freaking room!"
"Ah, come on, Haru, That's different …do you honestly think I'm taking what I've done so lightly, to just stroll in the next day, for breakfast? Fuck no! I'm staying away for your own good, damn it!"
She holds up her hands, in frustration, shaking her head. "Stop saying that, I don't seem to remember posting any help wanted ads, for another father!" She rolls her eyes, speaking to herself. ! "Like I need that."
"Well-"Kaoru trails off giving her a quick understanding look, "Calm down, Haru, that's not what I meant. I only suggested it, for your safety."
"Damn it Kao, you guys shuffle me off to this estate and that car, without even asking what I really want! Just like someone else who was exactly like my father!" Haru casts her eyes down, as frustrated tears trail down cheeks. "Fuck, I was so blind-"
"What do you mean by that? Are you "actually" comparing us, to-"
She crosses her arms, "If the designer shoe fits."
Kaoru adamantly points to the door. "Fuck Haru, you know who's out there!" He shakes his head," I'm not going to apologize to you, for thinking about your protection…against him." He gestures to his chest, biting his lips before giving Haru a determined look, "or myself!"
Haruhi huffs.
Kaoru echoes the huff, although you can see him visibly attempt to tapper down his inflamed rage. Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, unable to lift his eyes. "If you think that…then uh maybe your right… maybe there was just TOO much crap between us, for the three of us to start over? "
Practically shaking with her fingers squeezed at her sides. "Meaning?"
"Meaning …Aaagh fuck, Hikaru! I asked you to do one thing and look at this mess!"
Seeing this only causes Hikaru to jerk back his head, finishing his drink, skillfully flipping the empty glass between his finger and thumb, before placing it upside down, on the bar. The older brother gets up from his stool, straightening his shoulders, purposely stepping between his twin, and his love. "Yeah well, don't go blaming me because YOUR dirty work didn't pan out."
"Hika, now is not the time."
"Fuck Kao, you just accused me…If anyone should be blamed it's your incompetent driver, what's his face."
My lips Uncharastically widen as I see Hikaru, my old emotional friend noticing things were about to uncontrollable escalate, between the two. The older twin deliberately gains his brother's attention, and away from Haruhi…in his own special way.
"Hika, why in the hell would you say anything about him, he doesn't even belong in this discussion!" Kaoru steps around the fuming brunet and closer to his brother.
The older ginger stubbornly crosses his arms, "Well, I think Mr. uh..." Hikaru's eyes drop to his arms, while he struggles to remember, until he just shrugs his shoulders to the insignificant detail. "oh whatever ,I think he should be included, everything would have been a lot smoother, without him.""
"Hika, for the thousandth time, his name is Jake!" Kaoru holds up, a sharp shaking finger towards his older twin. "Geeze, Hika, how hard is that to remember, it's literally one syllable!"
Hikaru shakes his head stubbornly tightening his arms. "No, no that doesn't sound quite right, I thought his name was Jamie, who is, this Jake guy?"
Literally stunned, Kaoru throws out his hands. "What?! No, I just told you his name!" Arching a knowing eyebrow, "Unlike SOME people, I happen to know ALL the people who work for me." Kaoru also stubbornly folds his arms.
"Uh Guys?" Haru stands right next to them, attempting to stop the rare Hitachiin conflict.
"ALL of them?" Hikaru raises a knowing eyebrow, leaning into his brother face. "Really, little brother, I find that just a little hard to swallow."
The younger twin still facing his brother thinks for a minute. "Well no, not ALL of them, that's practically impossible."
"See, I told you, Kao." Shrugging his shoulders with his arms crossed.
"But at least I know the ones that "personally," work for me!" Sharply nodding his head at his twin,
"Can we just-"Haru taps on one of the twin's shoulder, wearing a darker suit.
"Jordan?"
"What, No." Kaoru shakes his head.
"Uh fellas?" Haru interrupts.
"Jackson?"
"Hika, I've already told you, why won't you, just take my word for it?!"
"Because you're wrong Kao. Jason?"
"Jake." Kaoru lifts his hand, rubbing his temple.
"Jibby?"
Kaoru throws two strained hands out, gesturing to his brother's neck. "What!? Is that even a name?" Shaking his head.
Hikaru just shrugs off the frustrated treat, unfolding his arms, holding up his angled chin, with a thoughtful finger, deep in thought. "Sure, rhymes with Mi…Bibby...G? Ah, Gibby!" Hikaru smirks.
Of course, his technique could use some polish. Rolling my eyes
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"Jake, Hika. It's Jake. For the love of all that's fucking, its Jake, damn it!"
Hikaru snaps his fingers, ignoring my uh, friend, "Oh, now I remember it! Fumihiro! That's it! See, I can remember!" A beaming satisfied smile is plastered on the older brother's face.
Slapping his head before running his frustrated fingers through his hair, also making it look better in the process. "Hika, are you just fucking with me, that's not even close to, it."
"BOYS! Will you two knock it off?" Haru shoves the two arguing brothers apart.
"Geeze Haru, why are you shouting?" Hikaru's surprised eyes flash to the fuming brunet.
"Uh yeah, why are you raising your voice, we were just talking." Kaoru awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.
"Listen, I was just-" Haru's cheeks warm under burning eyes.
"Boys, Haru, really?" He cuts off Haruhi, sliding a hand over her cheek. "Haru, do we need to take you to the eye doctor, because love, I look "way" better than my 16 year old self." Hikaru raises an eyebrow over a teasing smirk. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Fuming, she jerks his hand away from her face. "Damn it, Hikaru, will you be serious, for once!"
"Hika," Kaoru shakes his head, avoiding Haru's eyes. "Really, you're joking now?"
A smirking Hika shrugs his shoulders, while poorly faking an earnest expression. "What, I was merely stating, what everybody else sees?" With a cocky curve to his lips, he lifts a hand shamelessly gesturing to himself.
Kaoru shakes his head with a chuckle. "Like always, you have the worst timing, Hika."
Frustrated her hands hold her head. "But ….Aggghh!" This is ridiculous!" She screams.
The two flabbergasted men just stare at the fuming woman, standing between them.
"I came here to talk some freaking sense into you, Kaoru!" The frustrated brunet bounces a sharp finger to either of the identical brothers. "Not watch you two ass holes banter about, like two freaking bored teenagers, all the while pretending nothing is the fuck wrong!" Her brown chocolates boil while her adamant finger purposely stops at the younger ginger's chest. Her delicate shoulders fall, along with her fight spirit. "When there obviously is."
Kaoru's eyes drop to Haruhi's hand, "Oh, yeah, about that" He trails off, awkwardly looking away, rubbing the back of his neck. "How could I forget?" A guilt ridden Kaoru speaks to himself.
"That makes two of us." Hikaru grumbles right before he jerks his head back, taking a sip from his refilled glass.
"Listen, damn It! I'm done, with these fucking games! You're not fooling anybody." She turns her head, purposely glancing at the older twin. "I thought it might be better to talk this out, PRIVATELY! "
Hikaru grabs the bottle and begins to lift from the leathered bar stool. "Hey, do me a favor, at least wait until a guy can go into another room!"
"No Hika, nobody is leaving!" Haru swings her arm out, stopping Hikaru. "Kaoru had his chance, for this to be private."
His obscured hand almost strangles the bottle, as he teases. "Yeah, but I REALLY, don't want to know, SO-"
"Hikaru." Haruhi gives the older brother a meaningful look.
Causing him to begrudgingly drudge back to his seat. "Fine, pretend I'm not here." Defeated, Hikaru leans against the bar, covering his ears, "like I will." He grumbles, while giving his twin a warning look.
Kaoru teasingly leans against his twin's shoulder, "Since when has "anyone" ever been able to do that?" The younger twin speaks in an elevated tone, letting out a chuckle.
With his ears, covered Hikaru pretends to sarcastically laugh, "You're so freaking "hilarious," little brother. Now, do us all a favor and get on with it!"
"I'm glad you two are taking this seriously. Kaoru, I'm not budging from this spot," She sharply points to the floor. "Until I get some damn answers!" My brunet …friend, stubbornly crosses her arms. "Starting with that night, Kaoru, what exactly were you thinking?"
"I, uh?" His face suddenly becomes pasty white, confusing the hell out of everyone as his petrified eyes just stare at seemingly nothing.
Except, only I knew it wasn't nothing.
His wide eyes burning towards the door that I'm stealthily hiding behind. Convinced he's asking me to intervene, my flat hand freezes at the door, ready to shove it to the side, and make my expected, "surprise" entrance.
"Knock, knock"
"What the…, who the hell could that be?" He turns away from our shared door.
"Pound! Pound!"
"Way to cut the tension, little brother, what did you do, pay off room service, just in case?" Curious, Hikaru gets up off the barstool. With an amused chuckle, he walks up to his twin, stopping just a few feet away from the abused front door. "By the sounds of it Kao, you didn't pay them nearly enough."
"Cute Hika." Kaoru, gives a perplexed expression towards his boisterous front door.
"Pound!
Pound!
Pound!
Pound!" The door shakes.
"Geeze, little brother, hasn't anyone ever taught you how to effectively grease a palm?" The teasing older ginger shakes his head. "Awe Koa, Madam Charlotte, would be so ashamed." Hikaru playfully crashes his head on his brother's shoulder, lifting his exaggerated sad looking eyes to his confused twin. "Tsk, tsk, little brother, you can't even remember the simplest etiquette lesson?"
My lips slightly curled at the older twin's remark, knowing what we were all exposed to as children.
(Yes, I went there. BTW. The end of H.D. is coming soon…very soon. Sorry, continue on.)
I might be wrong, but isn't the simplest etiquette rule, always saying ,"please" and "thank you" or I mean at least answering the damn door? "Haru gestures ahead with a little frustration.
Kaoru rolls his eyes, shoving his teasing brother off his shoulder. "Like you should talk Hika, you're the one, who forced her into emergency retirement."
Hikaru crosses his arms, "You mix up one poisonous snake for a rat snake, and a guy never hears the end of it."
"Hika, you did put it in the bottom of the bowl, under the lid.
The older brother's cheek suddenly warms, as he awkwardly chuckles, running a hand through his hair." Yeah, I wish I could forget …I've uh never seen that woman move so fast, in my life."
"Shortly after that, I uh heard she became sort of a shut in….Who would have thought the last thing anybody would have seen was her saggy, outdated, sandal footed pantyhose, gaping around her sprinting hairy knees." Kaoru shivers.
After hearing the younger twin, I can't help but roll my eye, before shaking my head.
Hikaru shivers, "Kao, not another word."
Kaoru chuckles, holding his stomach with one hand, lifting a surrendered palm to his twin. ."Fine, fine, whatever you say, brother."
"Uh guys…door!?" She reminds the twins.
"Pound!
POUND!"
"Actually Hika, if you must know, I reserved a table downstairs, the chef is preparing one of her, "off the menu," specialties, it should be quite delicious." Kaoru looks over at his brother, ignoring the door.
"Guys! Don't you think someone should answer that?" Frustrated Haruhi walks up to the twin "CEO's" while waving a hand to the door.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, love," Hikaru reaches out, messing with the fuming brunet's hair, as he begins to stroll past her. "Knowing my little brother, he's probably waiting for Fumihiro."
"Jake." Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kaoru rubs his head, as if he was desperately trying to wage war on an approaching headache. "And how in the hell am I like that, Hika, I always answer my own door. Unlike you, dear brother. "
"Yeah well, whatever you get around to calling him," He rolls his eyes as he blindly jerks the bottom of his dark jacket, while the smug ginger doddles his way to the door, being sure to slowly spin in the middle of the room, giving the impression he was searching the suite. "That incompetent driver of yours, isn't around, sooo I guess that leaves moi," He shakes his head, "Don't worry little brother, I've got your back."
Kaoru's catlike eyes slide away from Haruhi as he politely tugs on his shirt sleeves. "No, Hika that's quite all right, I'll see to it." Holding up a hand to his twin.
Hikaru refuses to listen, as he too notices Haruhi. "You didn't even bother to answer the door for your own brother, why should we expect any different from a complete stranger … Besides, It's no problem, really," Motioning to the door, "I'm practically there, already."
"I don't see how THAT can be any kind of example of my usual behavior, you didn't even give me a chance, you just let yourself in. Like you always do." The younger twin sees this and soon dashes to catch up, hurrying to get ahead of his older brother. "After all, it's my suite." The two grown men acting like children, begin to roughly shove, each other while speed walking to the door. "I should be the one to answer it."
"Kao, I said I would do it!" He swings out two hands catching his little brother's shoulder, forcing him to the ground. To retaliate Kaoru quickly sticks out his foot, causing a hard, "SMACK!" Hikaru's face crashes hard against the front door. So much so, it even made me flinch from the abrupt blow.
"Fuck Kao, what the hell are you doing!" Hikaru pops up on his knees, rubbing his face, just in time for Kaoru to swing the door, wide open, causing it to bounce against the wall.
"Hello boys!"
Immediately their stunned faces drop. "You've got to be kidding me." A sharp chill blows up my back, hearing that familiar voice.
Kaoru awkwardly speaks to himself while holding the door. "So much for this being a stranger."
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End of Mori POV
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(Let's try it one more , can you guess whom this is ? )
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? POV
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"Splash!" a black shiny tire effortlessly rolls through a deep murky puddle, causing large circles to ripple and wash around the sleek black limo. Headlights slither and snake between skyscrapers, stretching along dark, reflective streets. Although the only thing that can be heard in the lush black interior is the slight tinkling of the ivories, softly dangling in the background. "Interesting." Speaking clearly, despite the hour. Watching rivers of rain drizzle and dance down my darkened window, not yet illuminated by the radiant fireball breaking through the dreary morning clouds.
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A familiar weight presses against my lap. "You promised." A feminine voice pouts as the feeling of long manicured nails seductively walks up my formally attired chest, and neck. Tracing a polished finger along the silky darkened fabric, playfully tugging at my bow tie.
Not to be a cad, I gently lace my fingers around her delicate fingers, lifting her hand from around my neck. Lingering my pressed lips into her soft skin, teasingly trailing small kisses down the inside of her wrist. The anticipation of my next touch causes a sharp gasp until I firmly cup my hand over hers, resting it on my leg. "I said, once we arrive at the estate, not before." I simply remind her.
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"Fine, I just wanted to have a little fun. Damn, you can be so tiresome at times. You were more mysterious back at school. It's always work, work, and more work, its constant with you …. You rarely ever touch me. To think, I was so excited to tell the other girls, being envied by all of them ….but now, if they only knew, I'd be surprised, if I wasn't silently pitied instead." She whines from my lap. Something, that only her merit to me, stops her 800,000 yen shoes from scuffing against the cold pavement.
"Continue." I instruct, not bothering to respond to her juvenile behavior. That is until I suddenly hear her excited giggle and the sound of my zipper, interrupting the soft piano concerto.
You would think after all these years, I should anticipate these infatuated distractions… knowing her frivolous character by nature. …but she came from an excellent family and more importantly, her father was a central business partner, to mine.
Letting out a sigh my eyes drop for a moment. Seeing her delicate wrist brilliantly catch fire, with help of the overhead light, and elaborately jeweled, coil bracelet extended from my unzipped trousers. The enticing sight causes me to twitch, and overfill her palm.
With not so innocent, dark mahogany eyes blinking up at me, the fire from her emerald cut, ruby necklace frames her puckered crimsoned lips and my bulging anticipation, beautifully. "Fine, if that's what will keep you quiet and entertained, then, so be it." Without another word, I go back to my assistant, while her searing tongue playfully strokes at my sensitive skin.
My eyes stare out the closest rain dappled window, watching corporation glass phallic symbols blur pass the car. Each prestigious family trying to overshadow the rest with massive gleaming architecture testaments, to their families' worth. One every few city blocks.
A long frustrated breath blows pass my lips.
Meaning we haven't even left the center of the city, yet.
"That would be expected." The tone in my voice is evenly keeled as the tips of my fingers roughly scratch and sink into the leather seat, feeling her mouth tightly enclosed around my eagerly responsive skin. "Yes, what about the market, over there?"
Normally, I wouldn't entrust the opening markets to a subordinate, I'd be safely tucked away in my home office, taking full advantage of the wee hours of the remainder of my day, as I usually do ….but keeping up the facade is of the utmost importance ,for the time being .
Thanks to my crippling affairs.
Barreling down a bear market, with no brakes….Well, most individuals or for that matter, most corporations would hold back, wisely restraining their expense accounts…all the while seriously considers the merits of downsizing. However, not those that intend to rebuild their fortune.
Dressed in your finest, drizzled in priceless jewels, out on the town, every night.
Turning your fucking social media into a who's who.
You start throwing around wealth like there's no tomorrow, because their probably won't be, at least in your perception …. Understanding how truly fickle society is, once they discover you're exponentially without, it's an entirely different market to play with….and there are practically no avenues to return from. No one discreetly pulls a "poor" man aside to ask for his fortune building secrets. Not to mention volunteer any kind of venture capital, towards said man.
"Good, as I anticipated." Heavy breathlessness twisted in the stretched cabin after a "pop" echoed from my swollen, unattended flesh. She giggles, after leaving me standing in the wind, so to speak. My finger pushes up at the bridge of my nose, revealing my soul piercing dissatisfaction. Causing her playful chuckles to wither and die, on her soon to be exhausted lips. Only having to raise a single eyebrow before the misguided lady's illustrious fiery lipstick is tightly against my constricted member.
With occasional crude sounds echoing from my lap, my tense shoulders sink further in the cushioned seat, while staring between streams of gathered raindrops. My eyes search the stormy skyline until they catch not only the most prominent structure, but the most elegant, as well. Second to no other family,
...not even my own.
A frustrated tingling feeling begins to emerge and escalate, causing a sudden bout of abruptness. "Do, what is expected," Hearing me hiss, my bulging tip freezes just short of her constricting throat, "and make the damn call!" A relieved sigh curls inside her sweet mouth, and against my skin. She again cautiously savors my throbbing, (clearing my throat) "tower. Repeatedly dividing her moisten lips with my swollen tip.
With one quick flick of my wrist, her pulled up hair gently waterfalls down, slowly swaying pass her petite shoulders. My engagement hand softly glides along her wavy, movie star like, ink black hair, all the while savoring the scintillating feeling, of her projected obedience. "Start with those tasks, I'll check in with you later, this afternoon." I'm about to end the call, being increasingly caught up with someone's lips around me. "Oh, any word on my little problem solver?"
The motion of the car ceases as the driver is stopped by a traffic light, on our way out of the city. I glance out, of the fogged, rain laden window, seeing yet another car like mine, only pristine white. "Never mind, I think I might be able to answer that, myself." Staring out the window, I suddenly trail off, abruptly ending the call. With an ephemeral lapse of clarity, I quickly tuck my phone away in my breast jacket. A truly wicked smile teasingly plays on my lips as my reached out hand denies the intercom, sliding the silent partition instead. Just enough to barely give my driver, an indulgent taste. "Stop here… please." I stare in his stunned eyes.
A decent, self-respecting employee of my stead, would advert his eyes, and answer my summons, but no. His gorgeous deep blue eyes stay trained on my pleasured filled ones. Almost, as if we were sharing a sensual moment.
His wide hypnotized eyes, seek out even more lubricious images, one after the next. Dropping them at my longtime, oblivious fiancée, deliciously ravaging me. We could both surmise by her aroused little hums , the alluring way her head tilted, allowing her polished lips to repeatedly slide over my engorged skin…she was thoroughly entertained with every self-inflicted moment.
With eyes bulging, staring, he dryly swallows, causing his stubbled, square jaw to tighten and tense. I couldn't help but escalate his mounting arousal, with a teasing moan escaping past my pleasured lips…. And I dare say the very image is wickedly enthralling. His hands firmly grip the wheel, being able to do nothing but be held prisoner in my carefully comprised performance.
Two sexually aroused men sharing in a daring gaze with a feverishly "occupied," woman, in between them. An evil smile emerges, ready to carry my enticing show a smidge further, as I slowly extend a hand. Pulling the ostentatious tail end of the silky crimson bow, on the back of her laced up shimmering silk dress. Encouraging the finest silk to slip down her flawless legs, pooling around her knees. Leaving her carefully crafted body draped in nothing but exquisite jewels, with only her spread, perky posterior framed in silk stockings.
Practically mesmerized by her sexual swaying, the slack jawed driver tightly squeezes his fingers around the rigid steering wheel, as if he's physically restraining the very idea of bursting through the partially opened, partition…Like any minute he's ridiculously considering joining our scintillating "private" festivities.
However, I never share….as I'm about to teach him …his final lesson.
My long fingers curl around her precious skull, emphatically pushing her closer. Showing the man that dared to gain her stolen glances, her isolated, sealed fate,
..As my soon to be betrothed.
My large hand cupping the back of her silky head, bouncing it, strongly guiding my once club client. Ignoring her choking gasps for air and that cumbersome moment when her frantic polished nails dig into my skin, attempting to push away from my thighs. However, either near consciousness or panic quickly melt away, leaving her reveling in the indulgence. Roughly bobbing her head all the way down my thick base, in what she'll forcefully accept as my relaxed, glazed over eyes stare out into heavy raindrops splattering against the window. Still with the familiar, magnificent tower off in the distance.
With every treacherous slobbery pass, she brought me closer to my impending end. Feeling it begin to ebb, I didn't shove her head closer… No, I purposely pulled out, making my point abruptly concise with not only my duplicitous driver, but my soon to be wandering eyed bride. My free hand abruptly swings out to the leathered interior, bracing myself against the side of the car, only displaying a momentary lapse of weakness as I attempt to regain my well homed decorum.
With her awe struck face slathered and staring up at me. My hand quickly flicks the switch. The most malicious smirk practically oozes from my features with the sudden morning light beaming from the fully dropped partition. I couldn't have painted a better picture. Realizing what had just occurred, her round horror struck eyes peeking through sticky strands, as they deliberately crawl from the floor, and towards the light.
Until she met an equally round set of repulsed blue eyes.
Thoroughly enjoying the two potential lovers' little lesson I quickly adjust my pants, being sure, I'm pristinely presentable, before opening the door. "Dear, you seem to need a few minutes to freshen up." Lifting two fingers, pushing against the bridge of my nose, adjusting my glasses. "Oh, and do try not to get anything on your dress, you wouldn't want to give the wrong impression…. You know what they say about initial ones." Trailing off, over my shoulder as I step from the car, and into the drizzling weather.
... Of course, not as noted as the "last" ones.
Seeing as tomorrow, my driver will finally achieve his once thought, unattainable dreams. Being notified sometime, last week, the 160, pound man, "suddenly" earned enough merit for a highly coveted spot. A truly evil smile is sprinkled with a refreshing mist of early morning rain, as I scan the nearby glistening towered skyline.
Yes, being selected for the elite ranks of the iron-willed Black Onion Squad, is a noble, auspicious accomplishment...
…no matter, how brief it may be.
Navigating between rippling puddles while sharply tugging at my collar, shielding my neck. My polished rain dappled shoes stop on a cheery, welcome mat, before sliding my hand from my overcoat, reaching for the cold, dripping handle. Knowing how frequent training accidents may occur.
Often occurring in the first couple of weeks of employment.
Sometimes quite brutally, in fact.
Swinging open the door, the end of my unbuttoned coat flailing in the morning gusts, my rain soaked shoes stepping on the waxed black and white tiles.
Dreams can be fleeting, capable of being extinguished instantly on a whim.
"Ding. "A small bell rings over my head, alerting no one in the deserted chessboard dining room of the tiny, out of the way shop…well almost no one.
A triumphant smirk quickly spreads, knowing my assumption is entirely correct as a pair of wide, brown eyes blink up from a mound of carefully stacked, cakes.
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However, surprisingly the chair next to him
...is entirely empty.
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End of Kyoya's POV
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'End of chapter 37.
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Just a taste to what's to come, almost done with chapter 38. So the twin's scene ended way to long, so I thought, it was time to dip our toes in Kyoya's depravity. Enjoy the peek.
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