Twin Devils

Mother's Day Special

(Disclaimer: I own nothing)

A/N: Okay. So this is technically not a chapter that will influence the other chapters that already exist. This is just a filler until I can get more chapters done. Sorry I've been kinda slow, but summer is almost here, and I am praising the gods that I'll have more time to write. Enjoy 0u0

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At an eternal ball we danced, all night long he held me swift in his embrace as we spun and dipped all over the dance floor. The White Devil towered over me in his entire splendor, mystical looking as he pulled me closer by my long blue dress, dipping me low slowly as his face drew close to mine. I closed my eyes, unsure what we were dancing for, or why for that matter, and why was I enjoying it? He pulled me back up and my eyes reopened, gazing back at him as his dull amber eyes lulled me closer into his arms. I don't know how I could tell, but this was our dance, and this was our night, and that this was ours. My chin was tilted up as he laid a gloved finger across my jaw, leaning down to connect our lips. I simply watched him, blinking at his display of emotion. Whenever he was just a breath away, a loud clang rang out and both of our heads snapped towards the noise.

A magnificent queen sat on an elegant throne surrounded by gold and rubies. Her golden crown pushed back her lovely brown locks, forcing them to cascade down her shoulders. An ornate golden mask of a woman in sorrow covered her features, and she tilted her head so it looked as if she were weeping. In her hands was a golden scepter, which she had banged on the floor to cause a clang. She was looking directly at them, a single ivory finger pointing at them. "Who are you to dance in my court?" Her voice rang out loud and clear, a very strong and feminine voice that carried and held authority.

I looked behind me and the White Devil had disappeared. Stepping forward, I bowed at this authoritative woman, "Forgive us. We didn't know. We were just dancing. We didn't mean any harm." Looking up, I planned to judge her reaction.

She grew very quiet, sitting back in her large throne and relaxing slightly. Her mask slowly changed into a mask with only eyes and no mouth, "I see. You are the one that I've heard of. Haruhi. The one with a complicated love life. The one who speaks to her mother, even though I am gone."

I blinked, unsure if I'd heard her clearly or not, "Excuse me?"

"Enough of that," she waved her hand as if to clear the air of our previous conversation. "Come closer, dear. Your mother has something for you."

Hesitantly, I walked forward. How did this woman know my mother, and why did she care about anything I did or my mother for that matter? The queen stood, meeting me at the foot of her throne. Placing her hand gingerly on my shoulder, she gazed down at me, "Child. You've faced many struggles. And I hate to be the one to tell you that you'll have one more to face. You see, deep inside you, there is a great conflict. And that needs to be resolved."

Frowning, I slowly returned her gaze, "Alright. What conflict are you talking about?"

She suddenly froze, and with one slender hand she ran a hand threw my hair, running it all the way down the other side of my face. Tilting her head to one side, she sat there with her stoic golden mask, one tear drooping from one eye, and simply admired my look. I blinked, not quite expecting that. "You have such beautiful hair, child. Such lovely hair. You truly are like me. Today, we'll be victorious."

That sounded strangely familiar to me, almost like it clicked in my head. I nodded, "Thank you very much for the compliment. I like your hair very much as well."

"Yes," she absently stroked her long locks of hair, looking down. "It is quite lovely. How do you think I won your father over."

"Excuse me?" I blinked, not quite sure if I had heard her correctly or not. Did she really just… say something about my dad? Who is this woman?

"Anyway," she waved the subject away. "Back to the conflict of which we earlier spoke of. You've been faced with a grave challenge. Not one that many would so bravely accept as you have."

"What are you talking about? I never accepted any challenge!" I looked up at her in disbelief.

Her gaze slowly swept down on me, and ever so slightly, she shook her head, "You're his child all right. Just like him. And yes you have. The challenge of love."

"Love?" My anger vanished, and I was dumbfounded. Love? Who could I ever be in love with?

She nodded. "That's right. Love. You've been graced with it numerous times, but haven't realized its excellency. So many times has Benzaiten smiled down upon you child, yet you never can see the miracles love tries to offer you. Open your eyes, and you heart, and love will always be able to enter. Okay? Do you understand?"

Slowly comprehending this whole subject, I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Good. Now come closer, and look over there." With her golden scepter, she gestured to an ornate set of three doors that hadn't been there a second ago. "Each of those doors represents your love life choices. Three doors. Three options. The first door," She pointed to a white door with a demonic looking frame, all twisted up and very hellish features included with a little painted devil on it. "I sense… Devils. Three to be exact. They are more tricksters than actual harm, and are very protective of you, but insecure of themselves. They are just one of your options.

"Then to the second door," she continued, pointing towards the next door. It was much simpler, just a pitch black door and frame with an electric green door handle. "I see danger. So much danger. And Death. It rolls off the room like a fog that never ends. An animal… No, a jaguar is there. Chained and pacing like it's trapped, but acting like it's free. It scratches at the door like it can escape, but it will never try. Poor animal.

"The last door," Her scepter directed towards the third one, a simple, yet colorfully pink door. "I can feel the presence of a pack of dogs. Some from high pedigrees, some mutts, some with complexes, but all loyal nonetheless. They will come at your call and obey your command at all times, no matter what they are told, they will always protect you.

"Now I shall give you a taste of what each will be like. I will show you a glimpse, but at the end, you will return here. Understand?" She asked.

"Yes." I nodded, now sure that I was ready for this.

"Choose your door, and try your best, okay?"

For some reason, that too sounded familiar, though I shrugged it off. Making up my mind, I headed towards the first door, slowly opening and stepping inside.

The room was shrouded in shadows, almost like pure darkness swirling around the small space, ink swelling into all contours of the tiny place. Not able to see, I tried to step back outside but to no avail. The door had disappeared. I sighed, "Of course." Swinging my arms around, I blindly stumbled around. "Great. This is just great. Hello?" My head swung around, 'looking' for any sign that I could follow, or any light that might be usable. I was fine, but then something suddenly brushed up against both sides of me. Then two voices said into both of my ears at the same time, "Hello."

Turning, I tried to see who had just spoken to me, "Who said that? Show yourself."

Two sets of chuckles erupted from separate chuckles, one lighter than the other. "Why should we?" The lighter one asked.

"Because I asked you. It's polite. Come on, I can't see, guys. Stop playing games." I said, crossing my arms over my chest and facing the voice's general direction.

"Whoever said that we were playing?" The other voice asked. "You just assumed that we were, right? But you never know."

I huffed, suddenly recognizing the voices, "Wait a minute… Hikaru, Kaoru, stop messing around and get out here. I can't see anything."

A red light pooled around the two figures of the twins, all dressed in their matching black and red suits, their devilish masks snarling viciously at me from their respective corners. I took in the sight of them in suits and didn't entirely mind it either. They looked completely business, and ready to handle anyone who disagreed. Their golden eyes glowed in the dim lighting, the twins slowly striding towards me. Each took one of my arms under one of theirs Hikaru on my left and Kaoru supporting my right. I hated asking for help, but my twin devils were willing to help… and I really needed it. They started to lead me somewhere, so I didn't fight it, just closing my eyes. Kaoru held my arm like a gentleman, tucking it under his. Hikaru practically did the same thing, except he had a hand on my lower back, tracing soothing circles over the skin. I didn't even question it, just leaning into Kaoru until they brought me to a halt.

Kaoru gently released my hand with a soft squeeze, and I could nearly feel his little smile. Hikaru brushed closer against me, hands still holding mine and on my lower back. He leaned forward, kissed the outside of my ear, then painstakingly slow did he pull away. The gentler twin piped up again, "Hey Hikaru! Cut it out! Stop touching my girlfriend!"

Hikaru simply laughed from his corner, "Well, she isn't complaining." Stepping forward once more, he took my hand in his, pulling me close against his body as he waltzed us around the room briskly, carrying me more than anything. He laughed arrogantly, my face pressed into his warm chest. Only when he dipped me did he dare to whisper into my ear, "You're beautiful."

That happened to be the moment that Kaoru swept me away from the blunt twin, his grip gentler so. He put me on his toes and we sort of danced a small circle slowly and rhythmically. How this dance was so gentle, and Hikaru's dance was fiery and fast, I was reminded of the twins personalities. Even in the smallest of activities these two were so different.

A loud snap immediately quieted the twins and caused me to open my eyes. The majestic White Devil sat on a completely white diamond throne, so proper in the seat as he stared on with that somber mask. He looked down at me, motioning me up the stairs towards him. I slowly nodded, stepping up the small flight to the foot of his throne. And I'm not sure what took over me, but I bowed low, ready to please this man with my presence. I saw him smile under his mask, and he nodded, standing up for me, taking both of my hands in his. His mouth placed a warm kiss on each of my knuckles in tow, smiling at me between each one.

I slowly shook my head at the sensation, "Who are you?" I asked softly, more to myself than anything.

Apparently this caught his attention because he stopped and let my hands go. Slowly, he brought a gloved hand up to undo his mask. His reddish hair flooded over the white mask, his amber eyes glowing at me from behind the mask as it slowly fell off his face.

I was so excited. I would finally learn the true identity of the White Devil! Sure I thought it was Mr. Hitachiin, but if I was wrong…

He slowly dropped the mask, and I could just make out the face. It was-

I was transported back to the original room with the queen.

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"Welcome back, young one." The queen sat patiently on her throne, observing me with a stoic gaze. "Did you examine the first door to it's full potential?"

"Yes ma'am. At least, I think I did," I nodded, looking up at the decorated woman. When she motioned for me to go towards the second door, I nodded and shuffled over.

Resting me hand on the handle, I sighed, turning it and stepping inside.

This room was also dark, filthy light filtering in through a grate in the ceiling. Just as I suspected, when I turned the door had evaporated. The room was damp and dusky, reeking of limestone and mold like an old rusty cell, which is probably where I'd been taken. I brushed off my arms, looking around, "Hello?"

Two green eyes opened up from the distance, glowing in the dark crevices of the corner. They moved slightly, then I heard a wild and low growl from the corner, and chain links clinked together, rattling. I backed up against the wall, closing my eyes as I heard the animal snarl. Then the growl stopped and a human voice replaced it, "Calm down. I don't bite. Unless you're into that, y'know."

I blinked. This voice was familiar. I knew this. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The green eyes remained where they were, but instead of a bloodthirsty jaguar there was a figure of a man. Jaga. In all honesty, I'd rather try my luck with the animal.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked softly, gazing at him curiously.

He stood, the links of his chain rattling as he shuffled more into the light. All he wore was some black pants and no shoes, the rest of him bare. His body was toned and his muscles were defined in his tan skin, tattoos lacing all over him. A sneering skull rested on his upper arm, a blue Omega symbol rested on three columns on his collarbone, a red and black star resided on his shoulder, a snarling jaguar ripped down his torso, and a lively green snake slithered up his neck. His dark hair hung down in his green eyes, the little clip pushing some of it back. Gold glinted in his ear, showing off his earring. Only now did I see that he had a spiked collar around his neck. He scoffed, "I'm locked up, baby doll. I'm an animal. Wild and deadly."

I couldn't help but chuckling, "You say that a lot about yourself. You always try to seem like you're bad, but you're not. Inside, you're harmless. You wouldn't hurt a butterfly."

Jaga, as if sensing my threat, charged at me, the chains snapping taunt as he barely missed me, only an inch or two away. His teeth were bared, his incisors sharp and a deathly white which glinted in the darkness of the room. I could see the strain of muscles against his binds and the veins that crawled along his tanned skin from the effort. Although this was all visible, he wasn't straining at all. Poised to kill, his whole body. "Harmless? Truly, you must be mistaken." He said, his voice a low growl hinting with playfulness, his green orbs glinting against the shadow covering his face. Slowly, he rested his forehead against mine, his warmth flooding over me, "But… Not all of me is bad…" I felt myself close my eyes, leaning back against him with a faint sense of security. He suddenly pushed me onto the concrete that made up the ground.

His strong legs fell upon either of mine, straddling me, "You shouldn't let your guard down with someone dangerous like me, y'know." His voice hinted with a dangerous tint, giving the feeling that he wasn't going to pass along dominance in our current state without difficulty. At this close range, I could see the lines of ink marking his skin in more detail. The scales of the snake glimmered like his eyes, the crimson markings of the jaguar's claws on his chest looking darker than it should've been. I spotted the sharp edges of the star on his left shoulder, my eyes moving from his tattoos to the frame of his body.

A light sweat clung to his torso, making his magnificent bodice gleam in the dim light. Through my range of vision that I was granted, I saw the curve of his biceps on either side of my head, his aroma of rustic dead flowers invading my senses as my eyes then flickered up to him. His eyes withheld that same dominance that they held before. Then his mouth curved into a rather devious side smirk, his gaze locking with my own. "You know, Haruhi…a Jaguar can only stalk his prey for so long…" His words were quiet, as if meant for just the two of us. Then, his face moved closer to mine, ever so slowly beginning to close the gap. I could feel my eyes beginning to flutter closed as I parted my lips, awaiting the warmth of his lips on mine. Our lips brushed when a voice sliced through the silence.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the low, sexy, and all to familiar voice of Kyoya broke what ever intimacy there once had been. I turned my head, the feeling of Jaga's lips brushing along my cheek sending an odd sensation through my face as I tried to make out where the vice-president of the Host Club was.

Just visible in the light that was provided, I could see the sheen of his glasses, which was truly the only thing of his normal image that I could picture in the sight before me. Kyoya wore pants with a green line going up the side of them, covering his legs. He wore an electrifying green, button-up vest over a white dress shirt, his slender fingers cloaked by the white gloves he wore. Over it all he wore a long-sleeved red jacket, the coattail hanging down behind him. Blending with his hair, he wore a black top hat, it completing the whole look. A whip was held in his right palm, his fingers wrapped over it to hold it in place. He portrayed an animal tamer.

I watched as he flicked his wrist, the whip moving on his command and slicing through the air, the presence of electricity staying even as the whip moved down. He straightened his glasses, hand still lingering on his nose as he spoke. "Truly Haruhi…you have a terrible taste in men. First the twins, now this animal. Tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?" The clicking of his shoes on the concrete rang through my ears through my current position, him arriving at our side rather quickly for his previously slow pace of walking. He grabbed the chain that bound Jaga's collar, pulling him off of me and up on his feet. Then, he put his hand on Jaga's chest, holding him an arms length away from himself. A gloved hand was reached down in my direction, my eyes meeting his grey ones. I slowly allowed my fingers to slide into his palm, him helping me up and proceeding to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me against him.

"K-Kyoya-senpai…" I murmured in surprise, my hands falling on his chest and my brown eyes moved to his gaze, which locked with mine. We were close, my middle pressed against his with his arm around my waist and our faces rather close. At my surprised tone, I could feel a small chuckle rumble through his chest and a smirk rise to his lips.

"Now Haruhi. Why would you go for a kitten without a pedigree?" He asked, tilting his head towards the green eyed boy. Jaga growled under his breath and charged at us. Elegantly, he stepped away from me, swinging a leg up and kicking his half brother to the side. The boy fell to the ground with an oof. Kyoya made a little satisfied noise, poised over Jaga, grabbing his chain as he cracked the whip once over the fallen boy's back. Jaga hissed like an enraged animal, then slowly simmered down into a state of rest.

Kyoya dusted his hands off, "Now then. Off you go to the next door. I'll let you bypass the queen this time. And please, Haruhi," he opened a colorful door that hadn't been there before, holding it open for me. "Choose wisely."

As if a vortex swept me away, I found myself sucked into the bright room, blinking my eyes to adjust. I instantly knew the room. I had been taken to the Host Club. Members were scattered around a table, exchanging words and laughing. "Come over here, Haru-chan!" Honey grinned, motioning me over. I tentatively sat between the twins, Kaoru held me close against him, Hikaru keeping his distance.

"We were just talking about Mother's Day," Kaoru explained gently into my ear. I simply nodded, looking around at everybody.

Kyoya scribbled softly in his black book, wearing different clothes than in the last room, "I ordered my mother an extravagant bouquet, which she enjoyed thoroughly. What about you, Honey senpai?"

Honey giggled, swinging around Uca-chan, "I just got my mother what I thought she would like. Cake!" He smiled up at Mori. "What about you, Takeshi?"

"I got her a full body massage," Mori grunted. "She liked it. Whatever makes her happy."

I slowly looked down. Mother's Day was always hard for me. I missed my mother, and it hurt that I never was able to give her a present when the time came around. Tamaki reached a hand over, patting my knee gently, "Don't worry. I understand how you feel."

Blinking, I gazed back at him. He simply sat back and smiled. I cleared my throat, looking back at the twins, "So, Hikaru, Kaoru, how did your mother like her gift?'

Hikaru shrugged, "We dunno. We didn't get her one."

"Our mother is never around on the holiday," Kaoru explained.

I frowned, looking at them, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"It's alright," Hikaru leaned over, smiling.

Kaoru squeezed my hand lightly, "As long as it's with you, we're happy."

I closed my eyes. Now I get it. I get what the queen was saying. I have all these choices, all these good candidates, all these good men, and I just have to choose. I'm not sure that I even like any of these guys. I'm not even sure that I'm ready for a committed relationship. But as I sit here, sandwiched between the twins, Hikaru's warm thigh against mine, and Kaoru's lively hand entangled with mine, I realized it. I was happy that I at least chose the twins first.

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A/N: Okay, so I feel horrible guys. It's been over a month since I've updated, but here you go. I'm so sorry. Finals are coming up, and one more week of school, then I'm yours. I promise. I'm so, so sorry.