Twin Devils

(Disclaimer: I do not own anything)

Italics: Haruhi's thoughts

(a/n: THIS IS NOT AN EPISODE, JUST A SPECIAL)

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Valentine's Day Special

The doors of the abandoned music room swung open, roses drifting out to caress the lucky person, startling light filling the hall. Kyoya stood, smiling as he closed his eyes, glasses further down on his long nose as he smiled without teeth, "Welcome, mademoiselle. I'm so glad that you decided to join us today. Come on in, don't be shy. Who is it that you're here to see today? Why yes. Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club."

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Tamaki spread his arms out in a wide arc, violet eyes gleaming as he announced to all the new clients pouring in, "Thank you for joining us today at the Host Club! All hosts will be on their best behavior, and they will be happy and eager to serve you with their all new Valentine packages. Now enjoy your time here and thank you, my princesses!" He laughed, seating a few ladies at his plush velvet couch.

I rolled my eyes at all of this. Ugh. Valentine's Day. The day of love. Yeah right. I never understood this holiday, therefore it was my least favorite. It was only meagerly enjoyable if you had a significant other, which I didn't, and that you were head over heels, which I wasn't. Every year it loomed over everyone to make their relationship better, and if you weren't in a relationship, get into one. Every year it came around and every year I stood on the fourteenth significant other-less. All it did was make the people in relationships broke and single people feel worse about themselves. Sorry I wasn't exactly thrilled about it.

But now, since I was apart of a club that entertains young women on holidays and any other time, well to put it in short terms, I was screwed. The club was offering a ton of offers and packages for each host and each cost a little more the more romantic it was(genius Kyoya strikes again.) Kyoya really was smart, but I feared it was only in matters that benefit him like money, reputation, or connections. That's just how he was, and I didn't understand why anyone chose him when all he did was manipulate and hurt. Get past his looks and he was cold. But… get past his ice and there was a heart of gold that he kept buried for fear he would be weak… Only Tamaki and I had learned this. Ugh. Listen to me. I sound like a line from a romance novel.

Speaking of Kyoya… I glanced at him. I don't think I've ever seen him actually put down that little black book and actually entertain a group of girls instead of shove catalogues or offers in their faces. I wondered if he would actually do so for the holiday. Just once.

He smiled at a group of girls at a table, watching them examine the cups. "You like them?" he asked, towering above them as they sat. "That's our new collection. It hasn't even been released in stores yet."

"Wow, really?" one asked. "They're so beautiful, how did you get them?"

"Oh, the host club has its ways," He smirked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Only the finest for you ladies."

He hesitated, like he was going over every scenario in his head and deciding which one would profit him the most. Finally, he set down the small, leather bound book, fingers slowly curling away from the skin. He gulped, curling his hand up like he was having a withdrawal, then he slapped a prompt smile on his face. Grabbing the tea pot, he smiled, "Another glass ladies?"

They all nodded, and he refilled their glasses, sitting in the plush seat, elegant and refined as he examined them. "So what brings you here, ladies?"

"Well," one started. "it is Valentine's Day. We wouldn't dare miss the host club on such a special day."

"And right you are," he said absently, gazing out the window as his raven hair fell into his calculative slate eyes. "All beauty is fleeting. You were right to come here to try and capture it with a glimpse."

All the girls had froze, staring at him in silence, their cheeks flaming. Kyoya came back from thinking, making a noise of surprise, "Hm?" With a patient smile, he wiped a girl's chin clean. "Don't drool, mademoiselle. I haven't even tried to charm you yet." His hand stayed on her cheek, changing her facial color from red to scarlet.

He chuckled, pulling back his hand slowly, not minding to brush her lip with his thumb as he did so.

I rolled my eyes. That's where him and Tamaki were alike. They could both send a female's pulse skyrocketing out of sight. And that's able all that they shared.

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Tamaki, our "king", was currently in his seat, surrounded by women as usual. His father being Japanese and his mother being French gave him a unique kind of beauty that was limited to only him. His silky blonde hair that fell just the right way, his velvety violet eyes that warmed a person like a warm drink, a complexion that wasn't quite pale, but not exactly tan. His long eyelashes blinked slowly as he looked at a girl to his side. His head rested on the back of his hand, his eyes soft and attentive, "I'm so glad that you all joined us today."

"Of course we came," one said.

Another added, "It's Valentine's day."

He smiled at each of them, tilting his head to the side, "I was so afraid that I was going to get lonely around here without any of you."

One girl frowned, setting down her cup as she looked up at him, "But, Tamaki, why on Earth would you get lonely in such a beautiful place like this?"

Reaching out, he pulled her close against him, arm around her waist as he took her hand. Tilting her chin up gently, he scratched a finger on the skin, sliding the digit along her smooth jaw. He gazed at her, eyes never breaking contact, "Oh, but don't you understand? Have you not gotten it yet? This club is nothing but a filler for me. I only do it to serve you, and nothing else. Every second away from you is an eternity too long. I may look like the king of the host club, but you are my queen, and I am just your servant of love. I live to please you, goddess."

She gasped, blushing feverishly, "Oh… I, uh, I understand now, Tamaki." Now she said his name with relish, letting it shift on her tongue as if it held a new weight.

He released her, smirking as he pushed the loose strands of gold hair back with the others, "Now do you understand, princess? This is why I express myself on Valentine's Day. It is the only day I can show my goddess my full passion while she is at the club. The few meager hours you have here can never satisfy me, princess. But I'll spend them here if that is what brings you the most joy."

She smiled, closing her eyes, "Oh, Tamaki…"

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Mori and Honey had been gone most of the day and I hadn't thought about it until I saw their table empty of Moris and Honeys and overflowing with girls. No sooner than I start thinking of different situations that could've happened to them that had made them late(last minute material arts conference, couldn't find the right type of sweets, Uca-chan had played hide and go seek and had hid too well) when they came in and completely shattered my previous thoughts.

The first one I saw was Mori. He walked in slowly, not judging the stares or comments. He walked in silently as he wore a complete rabbit suit, complete with ears and footsies and a big white tail. His outfit was a dark blue, a pink blob painted on his nose, whiskers painted out of it.

On his furry shoulders sat the bubbly third year, Honey, decked out in a full bunny outfit, his pink with a dark blue dot on his nose with little white whiskers. He hopped down on the couch, hugging Uca-chan close to his chest as fluffed his little tail and ears, "Look ladies, now Takashi and I match Uca-chan!" He held up the rabbit as Mori sat, nodding.

"Yeah," He grunted.

The girls were probably in as much a shock as I was. They squealed, saying stuff like, "So cute!" and "They're adorable!" They swarmed around the two like bees to honey, but Honey loved the attention.

He grinned, "We thought it was going to be a nice surprise for all you ladies if we dressed like this." He climbed up Mori's torso, hanging off his shoulders, blonde hair barely visible under the hood as the looked up at him with swirling honey colored eyes, "Do you think it's cute, Takashi?"

Mori returned his gaze with his dark grey eyes, dipping his dark head in a nod, "Yes, Mitsukuni. Adorable," he rumbled in his deep voice.

Honey giggled, dancing Uca-chan around and patting Mori on the head, "You're silly, Takashi."

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Apparently, Mori and Honey weren't the only ones dressing up. As I looked over, the twins wore matching tunics, wings sprouting from their backs, quiver slung over their shoulder and bows held in their hands. They smiled at the ladies, grinning as they made them laugh. They leaned back in their chairs, "You know, it's kind of ironic, if you think about it."

The clients, confused, tilted their heads to the side, "What do you mean? What's ironic?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Kaoru asked.

Hikaru finished, "We're the 'Little Devil' type-"

They pressed their cheeks together, holding hands as they closed their eyes, "And here we are portraying perfect little angels."

"But of course," one girl said. "You have to. It's Valentine's Day."

They gazed at her with golden eyes, their fiery hair being held back by little Greek looking leaves, "Exactly. So we'll be the devilish cupids. We shoot our arrows and whoever it hits has to fall in love. So we choose you." They suddenly drew a little plastic arrow, one with a golden heart as a head, and shot her with both.

She looked startled as the two bolts hit her, and she blinked when she looked up and couldn't find the twins. They appeared beside her, Kaoru on her left, Hikaru on her right. Each grabbed her chin, holding her there, their faces extremely close to hers.

"Which on did you see first?" Kaoru asked.

Hikaru nodded, brushing his nose across her cheek, "Yeah, me or him?"

She gulped, gaze flicking between the two, "I, I, I dunno, I guess."

"Hmm." They smirked, "Then you'll just have to have both of us."

Kaoru took her face closer, gazing down at her and smiling as he took her hand, stroking her cheek, "Looks like it's just me and you right now."

Hikaru gently pulled her chin back, pressing his cheek against the girl's so he could look at Kaoru, "Sorry, but I'm not good at sharing."

The girl blushed, looking faint. All the other girls squealed, "Me next!"

Ugh. And so was Valentine's Day in the host club.

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After all the clients slowly and reluctantly shuffled out, we all gathered around, closing up shop. I was cleaning up like a regular day, not caring if it was a holiday or not.

"Haruhi," Kyoya called. "Come join us for a moment please?"

Sighing, I shuffling back into the prep room. When I stepped in there, I was met with a strange sight. Almost every host was smiling at me, a table of gifts in front of them. I stared at all of them, "What is this, guys?"

Honey giggled, "Open it, Haru-chan!"

I shook my head, "But, I don't understand, I don't even like Valentine's Day-"

"That's why we're doing this," Kaoru smiled.

Slowly, I took the first present, tearing into it. After a minute of unwrapping, I saw a full length silky nightgown. The white cloth was modest and lacy, very cute and thoughtful. I looked around to see whose this was, but I could've guessed. So I wasn't shocked when I saw Tamaki, eyes wide, tail wagging as he waited for my reaction. I nodded, "Very pretty, senpai. I like it."

He broke into a huge grin. Tamaki grinned like that for the rest of the night I think. I took the next one.

After a minute, I pulled out a small jewelry box. As soon as I opened it, my jaw resisted the urge to drop. It was a glimmering little broach in the shape of a rose, painted red with fresh gold edges. I looked around. Everyone shrugged, then lastly, Kyoya nodded.

"That was from me," he nodded, still writing.

Blinking, I looked at him, "You got me a gift, Kyoya senpai?"

"Yes. What's wrong with that?" He smirked. "I simply paid for it from your extra money made."

That made sense. "Ah, so I really was paying for it after all. Sounds about right," I grumbled, moving on.

The next was a box of assorted cakes and other sweets. Honey jumped up, waving an arm, "That was MINE!" Honey giggled.

I smiled down at him. "Thank you so much, Honey senpai. I'll definitely enjoy these later."

In the next bag, I pulled out a large platter of fish. Raising an eyebrow, I glanced up at Mori, "Uh, thanks, Mori senpai. I'll definitely eat this sometime."

Mori grunted, staring down at me. He patted my head, looking at the fish. "Fancy tuna," he explained.

My eyes widened and my mouth watered. I nodded in thanks, moving on.

There was only one present left, so I ripped it open. Kaoru scratched the back of his head shyly as I looked at his gift. I stared at the two ticket looking things and some beautifully carved chopsticks.

Kaoru smiled bashfully, "It's reservations to a nice restaurant. I figured that we would take you some time and show you all the rich people food you haven't had yet. And the chopsticks are yours to use whenever."

I smiled, "Wow, Kaoru, that was really thoughtful. Thank you. Thank you all." I glanced at Hikaru expectantly, waiting.

He rolled his eyes, smirking, "I didn't get you a gift because I don't believe in this holiday. Sorry."

I shook my head, content with my little pile of presents.

This hasn't been a bad day so far.

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I was in my room, looking at all the new things I had gotten, smiling as I ran a finger over each just to touch the gifts again. That night, I wore Tamaki's gown, set the broach on the table and had eaten a cake and a piece of fancy tuna. I was in paradise. Looking at the picture of my mom, I smiled.

Can you see this from Heaven mom? I got a Valentine's present from the host club. Wasn't that nice? Everyone gave me a gift. Well, everyone except for-

I was interrupted by a knock at my door. Frowning, I checked my watch. Dinner was over and it was nightfall. I didn't know who could be at my door at this hour. I opened the door, peering out.

Hikaru was leaned on the door, a simple red rose in his hand. He twirled it in between his thumb and forefinger, stopping long enough to look up at me. "Hey. I'm sorry I didn't give you a present."

I shook my head, evaluating his orange shirt and blue night pants. "It's fine, Hikaru, I understand."

He shook his head, stepping inside, "I just don't think that Valentine's Day is stupid. People say things they don't mean."

Raising my eyebrows, I looked up at him, "So is you coming here something you didn't mean to do?"

He stared at me, "It was the only thing I did right."

I paused at his seriousness in his tone, watching as he spoke, his words having a deep meaning. "But I did come here, and I do mean this. I got you this," He held out the red rose to me, gazing down at me. "I thought of you when I saw it. Hard on the outside but beautiful." He shook his head. "Keep it or toss it. I just thought it meant more than some chocolates at a store." He walked out, "Goodnight."

As the door closed, I stared after him, sitting on my bed as I pressed the petals of the rose to my nose, inhaling the fragrance. It was sweet and smooth, like Hikaru, and I smiled. Looking back at all my other presents, my smile widened.

Like a little school girl, I fell back onto the bed, laughing.

Maybe this isn't such a bad holiday after all.

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