Twin Devils

Chapter 15

(Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING)

(A/N: I bet some of you probably guessed Hikaru's girlfriend lol. I don't know. I am pretty good at plot twists. It could be ANYBODY

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The last few weeks had been unbelievably tough. I was absolutely positive that Kaoru was sick of the sludge they served at this hospital, because I knew I could hardly stomach the browning tripe to save my life. Like come on people. You want these people to get better, correct? Not die from food poisoning because they were forced to choke down that bland sludge. It would waft down the halls and seep into your clothing like a bad disease whether you wanted it to or not. And it would most likely be haunting my dreams for many moons to come.

Not only that, his room was horrible. It stank like medicine and sickness, from years and years of patients laid motionless on pristine beds while antiseptics and machines kept them alive. His tv in the room was tiny and barely buzzed to life when it was turned on. Even after it began to operate, it would half thrum on some Mexican game show or some soap operas that were in some strange Bulgarian language. After I had complained several times to the front desk, they sent someone in and had a new television installed. Still. I wanted my Kaoru at his house so he could watch his favorite tv shows at his own house. And his bed was way too slow when it moved, creaking and groaning in small ways as he moved it, the machine almost growling. Honestly, everything in this room made me angry. The furniture, the tacky wallpaper, the buzzing computers. The fact that Kaoru was in it, mainly. I hated that. I hated it so much that one of my twins was hurting. And because he was hurting, the other was grieving, so they both were hurting. And that was hurting me to watch them hurt for each other.

In all honestly, I was getting sick of everything in this cursed building. The halls which held so much pain as if the walls contained the screams of every patient that had ever graced the hospital. Every doctor that I saw striding up the halls with their white coats flapping in the wind like a cape of sorts, they had to spend their sleepless nights handling with half dead patients, and they looked half dead themselves. They flew around the halls like heroes, saving this addict or curing this sickness. All the patients, who roamed the halls like zombies, shuffling around in their slippers and gowns like a hoard of coordinated death hazards. The constant hum of machines, pumping, whirring, or beeping that creating hundreds of artificial humans a day. The cold and hard antiseptics that sludged and seeped through the tubes of IV's in every room on every floor, in each building. I wanted my Kaoru out of this place.

And as if that was enough, something else unforgiveable had happened to me. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it. Not because of the act itself, but the act that the act is having me commit. I feel horrible just thinking about it. I… I may have fallen in love with Hikaru. I feel horrible about it. First of all, it's only been a short time since the break up between me and Kaoru, and he hasn't even gotten any other women to look at! I've been stuck with his stubborn, hot headed, attractive, usually shirtless, incredibly adorable, great smile, cute laugh, sarcastic twin brother and I've really enjoyed our time together. Really enjoyed our time. Every time we were accidentally too close, or he'd cook me dinner, or he'd hold me during a storm, or how I held him until he slept for the first time since the incident… I'm getting all flustered just thinking about him, stop that already! I huffed, trying to shake the thought of that stupid goof ball out of my head. And second of all, he has a girlfriend! One of which he's completely head over heels with.

Unfortunately, I was standing at the bedside of his extremely perceptive younger brother, Kaoru, who immediately grabbed my hand, "What's wrong?"

I jumped, the action surprising me, and his touch burning me with guilt. My poor broken Kaoru. He laid in back, barely reclined, and sipping on this glass straw, head wrapped up in bandages and gauzes, hair pushing back. He looked genuinely concerned, making sure I was alright. We might not still be a couple, but we cared for each other deeply as human beings. And that bond would last forever.

Slowly, I shook my head, "Kaoru. I'm so sorry. For everything. I'm the reason you got hurt. I'm the reason that you're here. It's all my fault. And I have some more bad news to tell you. And all that's going to do is hurt you as well." I took a deep breath, readying myself to tell him the bad news. How do you explain to someone that you were hopelessly in love with their brother? "Look, Kaoru… I'm-"

"Hey guys," Hikaru smiled, walking in. "I have an extra special surprise for you guys. My girlfriend decided to give a stop by. So that means my two best friends in the whole widestest world get to meet my lovely girlfriend." He leaned over the side of the bed, nudging his bedridden twin. "And she's extremely pretty, bro. So I better not see your eyes wandering, sly dog."

Kaoru shoved him away with his good arm, "Oh shut up. I respect women. Unlike some people." He cleared his throat suggestively, staring up at his twin.

"I'm just saying," Hikaru laughed, a bright smile lighting up his face.

I was torn with emotions. I was happy that my twins seemed so at ease with each other, like Hikaru was the best morphine Kaoru could ever find, and the mere presence of his brother made Hikaru relax and smile more often. It was fantastic how they could mend each other.

Yet on the other hand, I was hurting. Hurting because Hikaru was now bringing this woman of his into this sacred space of Kaoru's room. And he felt very deeply for her, I could just tell, the way his body loosened when he spoke with her on the phone, the way his eyes got lighter when he spoke of her. I wondered if I was the same way about him. But I must do as I have been doing: put on a smile and wait for this girlfriend to arrive.

Hikaru gave that lovely laugh, gushing to Kaoru, "Bro, believe me. She's like the 8th wonder of the world. So amazing-"

"Talking about me again, babe?" A light voice filled the room, slightly arrogant in tone.

Instantly, I froze. I recognized this voice. From where? I racked my brain for the information, turning ever so slowly to greet this familiar person. As soon as I saw her, I remembered.

She stood before me, hands on her hips as I saw her for once out of her formal school wear. She had bright red hair, of which it reminded me of fire, much like her fiery personality. The cockiness she held in her posture and gaze was enough to make me want to back up a few spaces in order to give her room. I wanted nothing more than to get away from this woman. This girl standing before me was Princess Seika Ayanokoji, the one who dumped my bad in the fountain my first day of being a host. Her blue grey glared down at me smugly, grinning like we shared some untold secret.

Hikaru rushed over, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around, "Of course I was talking about you. You're perfect, Seika." He pressed a kiss against her cheek, smiling.

She giggled, and the sound was so alien to come from her lips. She looked lovingly up at him, cupping his face. "I should be the one bragging about you, love. You're the best boyfriend in the world. I love you so much, Hikaru."

"I love you too," he chuckled, locking their lips in a slow kiss.

And that was the sound of my heart breaking.

I cleared my throat, feeling like I was growing faint, "I need to go get some water. I'll be right back."

Seika pulled away just to speak to me, turning in my direction and leaving Hikaru to place kisses down along her jaw, "Oh Haruhi. Be a doll and fetch me a soda? Thanks."

Nearly stumbling out of the room, I made my way to a less crowded hallway. They admitted…. They said… He told her that he loved her. Each of them, slinging that word around like it's being was weighted with nothing but empty space. Whenever I admitted my love for Hikaru, I meant that I loved him. It had been many weeks of living with the idiot for me to realize that I loved him. I love him. I love him so much . It hurts. Because now I know that he'll never love me.

I lurched forward in front of a vending machine, leaning on his glowing surface to catch myself. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. I thought I could handle seeing him with someone else. I really thought I could. But obviously, I couldn't take the heartache… But I have to. If that she devil makes him happy, I'll put up with her. So help me, I will put up with her. I don't have to like her, just to tolerate.

Tolerating works. Because someone like that sure doesn't deserve someone like Hikaru.

Swallowing my pride, I bought both a water and a soda from the machine, making my way back towards Kaoru's room. Turning the corner, I paused, watching as Seika went out of the room and down a dark and suspicious hall. Puzzled, I decided to follow her, watching as she paused at a bench, dialing a number on her phone and putting it on speaker.

I watched on curiously as it rang, and was a little shocked when the booming voice of a man answered.

"Princess. You have called me back, child. Good. How is your mission going?" The man asked.

Seika looked pleased with herself, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, "Everything is going according to plan, Godfather Akuma. I finally got in close to Haruhi today. Making steady progress, sir."

I blinked. What do these people need with me? And wait… Akuma? As in, Jaga Akuma?

This man, Godfather Akuma, sounded thoroughly pleased, giving a chilling, grating laugh, "Excellent, my girl. You do so much better than my stubborn son. He still won't do as I ask. Brooding in his room as always. Now, tell me of the boy. Do you think he knows?"

"Oh please," the laugh she gave was a merciless cackle, a laugh meaning she doubted Hikaru's ability to add two and two. "Hikaru is so stupid, I doubt he will ever figure out that I'm only using him to be able to get closer to the girl. So dense, that boy is. And he truly believes I love him. So pathetic."

It took all of my being to not go over that and knock her lights out. Now I was caught up in this. I can't blow my cover.

"You do have a way with men, my dear." Godfather Akuma paused, then started to chuckle, "Imagine if I had gotten you to seduce her father while he was still in the country! Oh well, I like this route much better. It's always fun to see prey squirm like this. I will enjoy this game very much."

Seika tilted her head up smugly, leaning against the wall, "Anything you want me to do with Haruhi in the meantime."

"Nothing. Do nothing to her. Touch not a hair on her head." His voice was filled with such a deadly rasp, growling like a wild animal, a lion boasting over his latest kill. "Haruhi Fujioka is meant for me and my brother only. He is coming over soon to discuss what he wants done with her. Do not harm her at all until ordered to. That pleasure is mine. Can't believe her mother had to go and die before I got my hands on her… Brother is quite displeased as well. But her daughter shall do just fine. Anything else you need, Princess?"

The girl shook her head, all serious now, "No sir. I'm all set, sir."

"Perfect. Now, get back to the good work. And please. Feel free to consider my offer," and with that, he hung up.

Trying to quickly make my way back to Kaoru's room, I got there in record time, not feeling well. Hikaru sat in a chair checking his phone, and with horror, I realized his back screen was of him and Seika. Feeling sick, I turned my head, catching Kaoru's attention.

He smiled up at me so innocently, "Hey, Haruhi. Weren't you trying to tell me something earlier?"

I thought back. Oh, that's right. I was going to tell him about my horrible addiction to his twin. But I couldn't quite do that, what with the center of my universe sitting right there and all that. Stupid Hikaru. I could tell Kaoru about his brother's evil girlfriend who wants to kill me or something and is only using him. But again, Hikaru is sitting right there after all. Stupid Hikaru. Just stupid Hikaru. Why do you have to go and make me fall in love with you? Why can't you see that she is just using you? Why do you have to make things so complicated, you stupid idiot?

So instead of telling Kaoru how I felt, or breaking down in tears like I felt like doing, or exposing Seika as the rat she really is, I just put on that same fake smile, and shook my head to keep quiet. Let Hikaru be happy with this girl. Even if she is playing him and lying, he will never forgive me if I tell him. If I love him, that means I must let him be happy, even if I am not.

"No, I'm sorry, Kaoru, I don't remember what I wanted to tell you."

And that was the sound of my heart breaking.