Karma

"I still don't like it..."

"You don't have to like it."

"I think you should stay home today, just in case."

"Nice try."

Frowning, watching his wife walk around their room, getting ready for work that day, Hikaru crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, in a way to show that he was irritated at not getting his way. He curled his fingers and stuck his bottom lip out as he looked at his nails.

"You're difficult," he admitted, glaring as he heard his wife snort. "I wouldn't laugh. You don't know how much I'm capable of. I could sabotage your office and you'd never know. Then how you'd you get your work done?"

Haruhi, looking away from the mirror as she buttoned her shirt, rolled her eyes as she adjusted her hair and pulled back a few strands behind her ear. "You're so cute. Why don't you go do your own work? after the fashion show don't you have a bunch of paperwork or something like that?"

He pouted. "You're ignoring me. I don't want you to go to work, so... go sit down like a good wife and-"

"Have you seen my name card?"

"Don't change the subject, I-!"

"Never mind I think I left it in my drawer."

"Ugh, listen to my authorities woman!"

Haruhi flapped her hand at him in dismissal to his voice completely and casually walked past him. Oblivious to his shoulders quivering in annoyance from being ignored. She smirked and began searching for her name card. "...The school has teachers conference day today, so the triplets aren't going, and you don't have to wake them up."

Hikaru tapped his foot against the floor and stuck his tongue into his cheek. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame of their bathroom and watched as she grabbed the brush and began to start running it through her hair.

"Brilliant," he muttered, throwing his arms out. "The minions are off and so am I, all you have to do is take one for the team."

"Uh, no. And I thought you said last night that you have things to do at the office?"

"Darling, I can take off and go to work whenever I want. I'm my own boss."

She rolled her eyes once more. "Of course you are. Well I'm not, and I can't just take time off whenever I feel like it."

He puckered his lips out, listening to her argument. "Yeah, but you at least can take one day off. What's the gonna hurt?"

Haruhi, not even looking at him, sighed and gave him a deadpanned response. "You do know that that's your argument all the time right? and you said the exact same thing to me in college and that's what made us break up..."

"I don't see your point, it just means it's a good argument finisher." He shrugged, then whipped his head to look at her in confusion. "So what? it's gonna be what makes us get a divorce?"

"That's been said a lot lately..." She muttered under her breath and said it more to herself than to anyone else. Then looked back at the mirror. "I just think you need to be a little more original. I mean we have this exact argument almost every morning."

"Maybe if you..." He hesitated, bit his lip as he looked around the room. Trying to find inspiration for a better argument he looked back at her and stuck his nose up. "Well, if you weren't so... Difficult."

Haruhi snorted, shaking her head. "We don't take to argue, so you don't have to try so hard."

"Damn it. You've gotten inside my head now, and I can't think of anything clever." He pointing his finger at her accusingly and huffed. "You're lucky I like you as much as I do."

"Hmm. Heard that one before."

"Don't mock me."

Haruhi laughed, tossing her brush down as she began to pull her hair into a ponytail. She walked up to him again to get into the bathroom, and patted his cheek as she passed him. "I swear, you just like to start things with me because you're bored.

Hikaru grumbled, his arms still crossed as he lost eyesight of his wife once she walked into her closet. Though he still insisted on arguing with her as she dressed herself for work, as if he didn't have anything better to do. "I have nothing to be bored about, I just don't like your co-workers. They're all too clingy to you and it's irritating."

"They're not all clingy," she corrected him, as though she thought he cared. "Just... the insecure ones. They're the ones have issues with."

"They're all insecure to me." Sulking against the doorframe, his lips did a strange little wiggle as he contemplated his situation, trying fruitlessly to get his wife to stay home. "Though insecure is hardly a word I'd use."

Haruhi walked out of the bathroom, buttoning her blazer. She casted him a weird look before going to her dresser to grab her name card, to which she attached to her pocket. "What would yo call them then? though I hardly think I want to know."

"It's called being a dic-... tator." Hikaru substituted, just as the bedroom door opened, having their three look-alikes causally walk in. Already in their school uniforms. "What're you doing in here this early?" He scowled being caught in a bad moment of parenthood.

Standing in the doorway, Hayato, Keito and Hanako stood in a line next to each other, Hanako clung to her older brother's hand as Hayato glared back at his father as if he was an idiot. "We're going to school."

"You don't have school today."

"..."

"..."

"..."

All three of the triplets looked at each other in horror, no one spoke until Keito put his hands to his head and gasped.

"We went to bed early last night for no reason then?!" He opened his mouth and looked at his brother, who was just as upset as he was. "Great, we have nothing to live for anymore."

Hikaru raised his eyebrow. "What're you talking about? No school is good."

"We were in the middle of playing a game, daddy," Hanako said with a bit of sass. "And we weren't able to save it but since we thought he had school in the morning we just turned it off."

"But now that we didn't have to just turn it off we have to start all over for no reason." Keito finished, frowning.

"I got dressed for no reason. " Hayto loked like he was about to cry after that realization and began to slowly unbutton his shirt right in front of everyone. "Oh well... Let's go play."

And with that, Hikaur and Haruhi watched as their children walked out of the room, very slowly, with a dark comical aura shadowing around them.

Haruhi sweat-dropped. "They're so dramatic... like you."

Hikaru huffed. Not understanding where she was getting that from.

"Is it that guy?"

"No."

"...What about that guy?"

"That's a woman."

"...Are you sure? her eyebrows are really bushy."

"No, I'm sure."

Walking together down the hall of his wife's law firm, Hikaru gripped his wife's hand tightly and tugged her around, randomly pointing to any men he saw, and glared at them suspiciously until each one walked out of his sight.

Everyone he gave the death glare shivered under his gaze, and he automatically took that as a sign of being guilty and immediately put them on his list to interrogate later.

He was edgy. He looked at the men in professional suits and glasses, their hair was pulled back neatly, making him feel rather intimidated, as he, with his fiery-red gelled hair and bright designer clothing, was highly the image of professionalism.

A man, who had just walked out from behind a door, walked past the two of them casually and bumped shoulders with Hikaru. Though he didn't bother to say anything to him, as he was talking intently into his blue-tooth

To Hikaru though, it was highly offensive and suspicious.

He glared and looked down at his wife again, throwing his arm out, pointing his finger at the man who was walking away. "It was him, wasn't it?"

Haruhi sighed, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. "No, he's actually married and has more kids than we do..."

"Hmm..." He narrowed his eyes, glancing around until he saw someone and pointed. "What about him?"

"Hikaru, you can't just accuse all the guys in this building at random, honestly, don't you have your own work to do? after your little fashion show, I'm sure you have something. Anything to do."

Hikaru frowned. "It was the gay guy, wasn't it?"

"Never mind. You're not listening."

"The female was it? I mean you never really said the coworker was a male."

"Hikaru..."

"Actually I think you did... Crap, there's too many of them." Grumbling under his breath Hikaru spun around on his heel, moving his finger around the room. "Damn it, I want fingerprints!"

Haruhi, with a comical sweat-drop hanging on her forehead, she rolled her eyes and walked ahead of him. Her shoulders lost all tension as she looked around, trying to find an easy escape. Then, just as soon as she did, her shoulder was grabbed and she was pulled backwards, making her squeak in surprise.

She fell backwards and landed in his arms, on her heels with her back pressed again this chest, she scowled and looked up at her husband irritably.

"Hikaru," she growled, but cut herself short as he pulled up her elbow, looking at it with intense, determined eyes. "Wha-... What're you-?"

"Where did he touch you? maybe I can get a swab..." Hikaru muttered, exasperatedly, his eyes trailing every inch of her bare skin on her arm, up to her wrist. Then looked at her face, grabbing her chin in his hand rather aggressively without thinking, looking at her cheeks. "A backlight?"

"Honestly." She huffed, swatting his hands away, with a flip of her wrist. "I can't believe you. Nothing is wrong, he probably didn't even come into today. Please? you're making a fool of yourself. Just go to work."

Hikaru furrowed his brow, looking around the room again, but everyone who was once there, wasn't there now, and they were alone. His eyebrow twitched and he cursed. "Cowards. They're just afraid of my wrath."

"They're afraid of you." She corrected and untangled herself from his embrace, dusting off her shirt. "You've only threatened everyone more than twice. And we've only been here for fifteen minutes."

"It's only because you won't give me a proper dis-"

"Fifteen minutes."

Hikaru took a deep breath and let her arm slipped from his fingers. She glared at him then rubbed her wrist gently with her other hand. "Fine, I'll leave. But if someone starts acting weird around you, call. And I mean like, actually pull out your phone, dial and call."

"I'm not an idiot, I know," Hand on hip, Haruhi pressed her free hand to his chest. "Just calm down. Go to work, stop thinking. I'll be home before dinner."

Hikaru opened his mouth, but something bumping into his back prevented him from speaking. He stumbled forward causing him to almost fall on his wife. Who had lost her balance and fall backwards. Luckily for his quick reflexes, he wrapped his arm around her back before she fell over.

The whole image looked as though they were demonstrating the tango in the middle of the hall.

They both glared, before scrambling to stand up straight. Hikaru's whipped his head around, to see who had caused such a disastrous display, and pressed his lips into a firm line. He pulled his wife up awkwardly and paced her beside him.

"Excuse me," an awkward male voice came from a dark haired man as he picked up a file he was carrying. He looked up with an apologetic frown. "Sorry... didn't see you."

Hikaru blinked, his frown slowly fading into a confused glower. "...Right. No problem."

The man sighed, adjusting his hair as she stood up straight, he nodded towards Hikaru and started to walk away again, but before he could get that far, he stopped himself from moving anywhere when he saw who was standing behind the red-head.

Standing there, was the brown haired female, she cling to the man's arm as she was still in the position after he had shoved her to the side. he stared at her for a few moments before gasping in shock.

He frowned and slowly backed up. "Damn it, give me a head up before you show up for work," he said. "So I know not to come."

Haruhi looked around her husband (he seemed insistent on hiding her from something) and looked at who was talking to her. She looked at him curiously, then looked at him horrified.

"Yoshiiku..." she muttered, detaching Hikaru's arm from around her and looked between her husband, and her coworker. "Uh... Hikaru, I think I hear your phone ringing."

Hikaru looked at her as though she had lost her mind. "My phone's in my car, Haru."

"...I can hear it from here."

What're you talking about?"

Yoshiiku bit his lip looking between the red-head and his coworker. As the started talking me began to slowly creep away from them. He had no idea who the man was, but he was sure he didn't really want to know.

Hikaru moved his lips to the side of his face suspiciously and shook his head at his wife as she tried to drag his attention to something else. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the guy who Haruhi was trying to keep his eyes away from.

As soon as he saw the man was walking away, he grabbed his shoulder and tugged him backwards, making Yoshiiku shiver, from his tight grip. He slowly walked backwards to face him.

Hikaru looked at Haruhi with a raised eyebrow before she shook her head and stepped back. He grabbed his arm and pulled the man up to her. Saying bluntly.

"What about this guy? he looks... guilty."

Haruhi bit the inside of her cheek. "Uh... how can you tell?"

"...He's just got that guilty look to him."

"Guilty look?"

"Yeah I can see it it, it's like a sixth sense."

Haruhi looked over at Yoshiiku. She caught his confused glare as he looked at her, and her husband. She watched as he looked down at his arm, which Hikaru was holding on to. They exchanged several glances before she looked at her husband again.

She shook her head, Yoshiiku raised his eyebrow, obviously still confused as to who was holding onto him, but didn't say anything, as Haruhi's secretly fiddled with her wedding ring, while glancing at Hikaru.

Yoshiiku looked at her, with his brow furrowed. He wasn't catching her hint.

Then he froze, as his eyes trailed up to his captures face. He looked rather familiar, and he was standing next to Haruhi... He couldn't place his name, but it was something about him.

He gasped in horror.

"Yoshiiku," Haruhi muttered, carefully detaching Hikaru's hand from her coworkers arm. "This is... my husband."

Yoshiiku gulped, feeling as though he was being backed into a corner. And all he was doing was getting coffee. "You uh... you're taller than you look in a magazine."

Hikaru didn't seem amused as he continued to at him suspiciously. He instantly got right to the point, being irritated that he had been there for almost half an hour and had gotten nowhere.

"Did you kiss my wife?"

Yoshiiku's mouth dropped, completely and utterly horrified. "Uh... Mm. I-... I don't..."

"Knock it off, Hikaru," Haruhi said firmly yet harmlessly as she grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. "It wasn't him either, hun. He's gay too."

His eyes went wide. "I am?"

Hikaru looked back at him and glared.

Yoshiiku nodded. "I could be gay."

Hikaru cursed under his breath, as he finally looked away from the man. (Which was when Yoshiiku took his escape and fled behind the closest door) He looked at his wife with a hard stare until she waved him off.

"Hikaru, it's time for you to go to work now," Haruhi murmured, as she watched her coworker run off, so he wouldn't feel, what her husband called: his wrath. "I'll call you later okay? don't spend all day worrying about me, when there's nothing to worry about."

Hikaru pouted, spinning back around to look at her after watching another man walk past them. He was looking at her oddly and he got concerned, but as he got caught in her gaze he just stood there, and they soon got into an intense staring contest.

"Fine," he eventually gave up, throwing his arms up in defeat as he stepped away from her. "Fine, I'll leave, but if you ignore just one of my phones calls today, I'm going to think the worse happened, and I'll probably come back."

She rolled her eyes, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Why do you worry so much? honestly, it's like you think I'm a magnet for bad luck."

"...I'm going to think you're dead."

"Go. To. Work." She said as she walked back up to him, cupping his cheek with her soft hand, looking up at him, before standing on her tip-toes. "I'll be home before you are, just... worry about your brother instead, I'm sure he'd appreciate all this attention more than me."

Hikaru, subconsciously leaned his face into her hand, looking down at her perturbed. "...He doesn't want me to worry about him either. He's gotten annoyed by it."

Haruhi sighed, moving her other hand to the back of his neck, helping him lean his head down. She kissed him quick on the lips before releasing him. Her eyes darted around the hall, but they were currently alone, so no one saw.

"Just go, and don't worry about anything. I'll be fine," She said simply, looking at his unconvinced expression. She looked at him hopelessly and tapped his cheek with her hand, looking into his eyes, which looked at though they had lost a certain sparkle that once had. "...Not everyone is like Kuro, Hikaru."

He scrunched his face up the second that slipped past her lips. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. "I know. But... It doesn't mean I have to like them."

His expression was so serious for his personality, she just couldn't help but snort at that comment. "No, I guess not. But that doesn't mean you have to stop everyone else from liking them." She said truthfully, patting his chest lightly. "Now leave. I love you, but you're starting to make people look at us weird."

"Alright, I'm going," finally, Hikaru stuck his hands into his pockets and looked towards the direction where the door would be, and sighed. "Don't let anymore guys fall for your charms. I'm getting too old for this."

"You're getting too old for this?" Rolling her eyes sarcastically, Haruhi swept her bangs from her face and snickered. "Please, Hanako's got her teenage years to get though, you better start warming up."

"Right..." Already displeased, Hikaru walked back over to her. He looked down at her for a few moments before moving his hand to the back of her head, forcing her to looked back up at him. Once to that point, he stooped his face down and captured her lips in his so suddenly that she squeaked slightly when her mouth was locked with his.

She honestly should have expected it though.

"Heads up, first," Haruhi scolded after that had pulled apart. She furrowed her face in annoyance but resisted on shoving him away when she saw him grin, that goofy grin she hadn't seen in awhile. "Bye."

"You love me so distantly," he sighed dramatically, stepping backwards, with his hand to his heart. "But that's fine, We'll just finish this later." He winked.

"Yes, later. Bye."

"One more kiss, before I go."

"Leave!"

Stepping out of her office, papers in hand, Haruhi sighed in relief of the day being almost over as she ran a hand of fingers through her hair below her hair tie which was keeping it all from getting in her face.

Looking at the clean crisp floors of the lobby of her firm she dug her hand into her briefcase she held under her arm and located her cell phone and pulled it into view and scowled irritably as she swiped her finger across the screen and proceeded to do so until the fourth swipe when it finally decided to unlock.

In her opinion, smart phones weren't all that smart.

Finding her husband's name in her contacts, she rolled her eyes as she sent him a quick message saying she was on her way home and that she didn't die, and casually shut her phone off so she wouldn't be stuck in a long phone conversation with Hikaru.

Smiling absent-mindedly at their argument earlier that morning Haruhi passed by some of her fellow assistants and looked back at the receptionist desk and waved a goodbye hand to the woman sitting behind it, not even checking to see if she saw.
After fifteen minutes since she sent him a text he still hadn't replied, but she wasn't worried. She just assumed he was busy.

Mentally making up her schedule for when she was to get home, she walked under the sensor to the main doors, causing them to slid open to her command and she was instantly greeted with a blast of cold air and the whistling of the breeze as it blew through the tree tops. She stepped out and the doors shut.

Ten seconds out in the open, vulnerable to the cold, Haruhi realized that she had left her jacket in her office. it's fine she thought to herself as she walked down the wrap-around sidewalk. She figured she could manage until she got to her car.

Rubbing her hands together to warm herself, she walked down the wide sidewalk to the large parking lot, where there was only less than half the amount of cars left than there was that morning. It was Thursday and it was cold. Not a lot of people wanted to stay at work late.

Walking across the lot, not bothering to look both ways - as it was pretty much abandoned - and began to rummage through her bag again for her keys. After flipping through some old documents and random files and finally came across it. She sighed as she flipped through each one trying to find hers. First her house key, the garage key, her office key, a copy of Hikaru's car key, then finally her own key.

Holding the tip of it, she stepped up to her car door and was about to jab it into the key hole when a hand clamped itself over her mouth from behind.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, as her eyes shot wide open. Her body flinched and stiffened, and she dropped her bad from the shock.

Haruhi tried to pry the hand from her mouth, as it seemed to be holding a cloth to her lips, but another arm grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back so she couldn't move. No matter how hard she struggled against the body behind her.

She opened her mouth to scream against the cloth, but she stopped as a strange deep voice came near her ear.

"Shhh! be quiet. You're okay, just... go to sleep. Everything is going to be okay - You're going to be fine."

Breathing raggedly through her nose in slight fear, Haruki gasped as she was pulled into a tight embrace, with an arm wrapped around her waist.
She stayed quiet as she heard and felt the hot breath of the stranger on her neck and ears, she tried t to jerk her body away but who was behind her held her arms so tight she heard her shoulder blades pop.

Finally, as a few moments passed, her eyes began to flutter close and her head felt lightheaded. And seconds later darkness took over and Haruhi collapsed in the strangers arms.