Twin Devils

Filler Chapter

(A/N: Hey guys.

So I just had surgery about a week ago I think. It wasn't anything major but I was in the hospital for a long time after my gallbladder was taken out, and it's taken me a little to get back on track.

Plus I just started highschool, and I was very disappointed to learn that we don't have a host club!

But I shall write this little fluffy chapter for you guys so you won't have to wait so long. Hopefully this can tie you over.)

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It had been a few weeks of our relationship, and I had realized a few things. Being with Hikaru was like breathing air. It came to me simply now, like an everyday task, and I didn't even have to think about loving him. And it was also a necessity, like if I didn't get to see him, or speak with him, to feel his presence beside me, then I would ache until I could see him again, like a bad craving.

The next thing that I learned was that he was addictive. Hikaru Hitachiin was my drug. His body was like alcohol, his touch like cocaine, and his lips were like nicotine… Each day, I craved more, like a junkie who can't be satisfied without their fix, and I needed Hikaru in my life. It was that simple.

Another thing I realized was that now that my father was back in town, it meant that Hikaru and I wouldn't be living under separate roofs, and that is really depressing. It means we won't be able to see each other all the time, or just visit each other down the hall. My father being back also meant that he was supervising at all times, making sure that Hikaru and I weren't too close, or that we didn't kiss too much, or that no funny business was happening.

Even right now, as Hikaru and I were resting against each other on the couch, just watching a movie, my father just busted out into the room overflowing with popcorn and had forced his way between us. I knew he was just being protective, but it was extremely difficult to not be at Hikaru's side during the alone time that we were allotted. Yuzuha and Mr. Hitachiin were delighted at our relationship (even if they didn't have much of one themselves) and they would always find ways to hide us from "Raving Ranka" so that we could have some time together. I always felt bad about leaning too close to Hikaru when his parents were around. To touch his hand softly or to press a tender kiss to his cheek. When they thought no one was looking, they would drift apart, eyes distant from each like they wished to be apart, their hands would be rigid against each other, and their bodies would have an insurmountable gap between them. It was almost heartbreaking. Heartbreaking to know that they were splitting up. That their marriage was crumbling. So out of respect, I always tried to wait until we weren't in their sight for me to kiss Hikaru or to burrow into his warmth.

As we watched the movie now, with my chittering red haired father between us, Hikaru stretched his arm out across the back of the couch slyly so that we could intertwine our fingers. I felt myself smile at his touch, automatically at ease with his thumb stroking over mine. This right here felt like home. His touch, his sneaky wink, his impish grin. All it was so comforting and familiar to me. So much so that I just wanted to revel in it.

I closed my eyes, just focusing on everything Hikaru. His touch, his fragrance, and the way his presence soothed me. And before I even knew it, the movie was over and the ending credits were rolling down the screen. My eyes snapped open and looked at the two men beside me.

Ranka stood, laughing as he brushed off his shirt and jeans, "Wow, was that a great movie or what? I give it ten out of ten. Though I still am a little confused about the plot… Oh well! It was a fantastic movie nonetheless. Ready to go, Haruhi?"

Reluctantly, I left the comfy couch where I had been sitting with Hikaru, and I stretched quietly, nodding, "Yeah, I'm ready to go, dad."

"Great. I'll be waiting in the car," he picked up his purse and left the building, humming out to the vehicle. Say what you want about my father, but he knew when to give me at least a little breathing room with my boyfriend.

Hikaru stared up at me from the couch, all slumped down comfortably. "Come down hereeeee," he whined, holding his hands out for me.

Taking his hands, I tried to pull him up on to his feet and chuckled faintly, "Nooo. Come up hereeeee."

Surprising me, he tugged me down on top of him so that I was straddling him, a giggling mess we became then. He twined our fingers, smirking devilishly as he leaned his forehead against mine.

I whispered, "Babe. I gotta go. I don't have time for this."

"I'm going to kiss you goodnight. It takes time and precision to make you want me," He whispered back sarcastically.

Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but give a small laugh, "Alright, but hurry up before my dad walks in again."

That was all the motivation he needed. Hikaru kissed me sweetly, in one of the most tender ways that I've ever experienced, his lips sliding against mine so smoothly. Just when I was about to leave, he made me want to stay like this for an eternity. His hands slid around my waist, barely gliding under my shirt just enough to feel up the skin there, his warm fingers making that spot on my body hot. My hands slid up his forearms and slowly over his shoulders, taking their time to snake into his wild ginger hair and tug at it playfully. I could feel a purr deep in his chest like he was an actual tomcat who reacted when I played with his hair.

This was unfair. This was supposed to be a sweet little kiss, and yet here I was, still kissing the idiot for what seemed like forever. His tongue brushed the bottom side of my lip and I gasped slightly, not expecting that. Hikaru leaned more into the kiss, letting his tongue explore my mouth, and feeling smug that he had the upper hand. His warm palms slid up the skin of my back, pushing my shirt up higher and allowing some cool air to chill my spin. My hands itched to unbutton his shirt, to run their fingers all down his torso and to feel his muscled arms and shoulders. Cupping his face instead, I returned the same amount of heated passion he was now giving me, not going to let him get away so easily. My fumbling fingers had just reached the top button on his shirt when a car horn was vigorously from outside.

We separated our lips quickly, almost guilty with our chests heaving from lack of air, and I gave a sigh, "Sorry, that's my dad. I have to leave now."

I stood and adjusted my shirt, trying to fix my hair a little before I walked out. Just as I was about to leave, Hikaru stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me back against him. He tilted my head up to meet his lips in a slow yet passionate kiss. This one was truly tender. So slow and smooth and full of emotion. Our lips were soft on each others, and he surprised me with this newfound level of delicateness as he held me close to his body, kissing me dearly.

Leisurely did he pull away from me, almost hesitant to break our lips bond. He then pressed soft kisses over my forehead and fingers as he held them up to his lips.

"Sweet dreams tonight, Haruhi. Sleep well, my love," He whispered softly into my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. So gently did he send me off. And for some reason, that kiss messed me up more than the heated one.

So I stumbled outside, in a complete daze, leaving Hikaru behind with messy hair, crinkled up clothing, and a small happy smile on his face.

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The car ride home was quiet. Not awkward, but quiet. Well, on my side it was. Dad talked endlessly about the movie, making wild gesticulations with his hands and laughing at each corny joke he made. I shook my head, quietly chuckling at him. Ranka was something else, and I loved each of his quirks, and if I'd watched the whole movie, I probably would've answered him back. But I was more focused on something else at the moment. Well, distracted. Yes, distracted is a much better word. I kept reliving that lingering kiss with Hikaru in my head over and over as if my brain was on repeat, and I never wanted it to stop. Closing my eyes, I bit my lip, trembling as I remembered that his voices sent chills all the way down my spine and back up again. 'Sweet dreams,' he had said. I definitely knew who I was going to dreaming of tonight, that's for sure.

My dad dropped me off at the house, waving and watching to make sure that I made it safely in the house. Apparently he had to work some late shift at the tranny joint he liked, and that was fine by me. Being alone at the house gave me time to myself.

Our little space was quaint, not too big, but not too small. To a rich person, it seemed like poverty. But this was middle class, at least. I cooked a small dinner consisting of some ramen and sat at the table, watching the TV in the far corner.

Hours. Hours were spent watching the mindless television. Too many. It was now late and the sky was dark outside. Sighing a little to myself at the fact that I wouldn't be able to be next to Hikaru tonight, I shuffled towards the sink to put my dirty dishes away.

Suddenly, a loud BANG! Rang through the skies and I cried out, dropping the bowl and shattering it into pieces. That sound could only be one thing. Thunder! I flung myself into my room, slithering into my bed and pulling the blanket over myself, a pillow over my ears to block out the sounds.

Another horrible crack sounded through the sky and I squeaked, tears forming in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks with no control or hope of making them stop. I shook my head. Trying to clear it of the horrible sounds, of the wretched light that triggered it, of the thought of lightning as it thundered through the sky- Another crack. I screamed.

On the inside, I was chastising myself for acting like such a baby. I understood that it wasn't going to hurt me, I knew that everything was going to be alright, I got that storms happened all the time. But that didn't stop me from fearing each strike as if it were Death tolling my bell. That's the scary thing about a phobia. It controls you. Not the other way around. No matter how much you understand your fear and think you can handle it, once you're faced with it, you don't stand a chance. So I laid there, shivering under the covers, crying in tune with the strikes of lightning and the downbeats of thunder. I lied, alright? I hated being alone. Mainly because I knew storms happened… Why did I have to be alone?

Just as I thought the words, I could hear beyond the thunder to the front door of our apartment opening, and I blinked, wondering who could invade my space during my weakest moment. My father? No, he was working late shift and wouldn't be able to hear the storm from his workspace. So who?

I looked up just as my rescuer came around the corner. It was Hikaru, doused and soaking in water, his hair matted down to his forehead and his shirt clinging to his torso. He was breathing rather heavily, panting as he threw his jacket on the ground, shedding his soaking shirt as well and adding that to the pile on the floor. Kicking off his shoes hurriedly, he slid in next to me on my bed and wrapping us each tighter in the blanket.

He grabbed me, pulling me close against him so that I could calm down a little. His body was damp, skin moist just from wearing that soaking shirt, and his hair was a dripping mess all over my pillow, but right now I didn't care. All that mattered was that he was here now, and I wouldn't have to suffer this cursed storm alone.

Arms forming a cage around me, his breath began to level out. "I started running here as soon as I heard the first crack of thunder. Ran… Ran as fast as I could. Had to make sure that you were safe," He explained. After he was done hugging me tightly, he got out his headphones and placed them over my ears, playing a song loudly to block out the sounds of the storm.

I blinked up at him, tears dripping down my face when I did, and I shakily whispered, "Thank you."

He shook his head, and kissed my forehead, wiping away all my shed tears with his thumbs like they were nothing. Bringing me closer against him, he made sure the blankets were around us like a cocoon, no flashes able to be seen this way. Releasing a sigh, Hikaru just held me, and I closed my eyes as I rested against his chest, tugging him closer by his belt loops as I tried to warm him up. He was still frozen almost even though the blankets and I were extremely warm.

I ran a hand down his arm, rubbing over his shoulder and bicep to try and warm him even a little. "Thank you." He whispered suddenly, and I was shocked when I heard it. We were pressed so close that I felt the vibrations of the words through his body and that was how I had heard the words. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to explain. He continued, "Thank you for being safe, Haruhi. If something had happened to you, I would've never forgiven myself. So thank you. For being strong until I got here. I promise, promise, that one day I'll be there for you always. So you don't have to be strong all the time. You can take a break. I'll take care of you, Haruhi. I promise you that."

He rested his chin on my forehead, starting to warm up as he held me. So I did let him take care of me. I laid my head down on his chest and snuggled in closer to him. I whispered sleepily, "I love you Hikaru."

And my body didn't let me wait on his response, as I slowly drifted off into sleep.

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"I hope Haruhi is alright," Tamaki raved, staring outside of his bedroom window, pacing back and forth worriedly. The man was dressed in his blue sleep wear, running his long pianist fingers through his messy locks of blonde hair, violet eyes full of worry for his friend.

"If you don't stop pacing like that, you'll walk a hole into the floor, you know?" Kyoya was lying back on Tamaki's bed, hands behind his head like a pillow, staring up at the canopy above as he listened to the Golden Prince fret. He had perfectly combed black hair as usual, glasses polished neatly, and he wore a white sweater with black pants. He wasn't too formal, and he only let Tamaki and Haruhi witness him in this state.

"Oh shut up!" Tamaki snapped. "My little girl is out there! Probably all alone…. Trembling in the darkness… Oh Haruhi! Don't you worry! Daddy's coming for you!" The blonde suddenly started across the room as if he were about to sprint out into the rain wearing only night clothes and slippers.

Kyoya the back of the hyperactive boy's collar, throwing him back across the room and sent him sprawling onto the large bed. He shook his head and pulled out his phone. He then began to read a text, "'Just got to Haruhi's house, she fell asleep, everything's good.' Hikaru sent that text about three minutes ago. Now will you calm down and stop worrying about Haruhi?"

"But," Tamaki started. "What if-"

Kyoya walked over to the bed where Tamaki sat like an anxious toddler staring up at the other man, and he patted his blonde friend on the shoulder, "I understand that you're worried. I was too. But calm down and get some rest. Spending all night worrying about her will probably make her worry about you more. So shut up, you brat or I'll drug you with sleep medication."

Tamaki blinked at Kyoya's bluntness, (though he was more surprised by Kyoya's brief display of kindness) and he shimmied under the covers, staring up at the youngest Ootori like he was waiting for approval and didn't wish to be scolded again.

Straightening his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Kyoya nodded in agreement, "Good. Now if that's all, I'll show myself out. Goodnight." He started out, stuffing his hands in his pockets and striding out slowly, dimming the lights all the way down so that only the silver of moonlight illuminated the room's inhabitants. Plus the occasional flash of lightning. Just as he opened the door to leave, a particularly loud crack of thunder sounded, booming across the sky as if a heaven god were shaking the house in anger.

"Wait!" Tamaki cried, jumping up in the bed and reaching after Kyoya like he could just pull him back.

Kyoya paused at the door, raising an eyebrow and waiting for Tamaki to speak.

Tamaki looked down at his blanket as he fiddled with it, "Um… Would you mind staying? It… It would be like a sleepover. Remember when we used to have those?" He laughed nervously.

The Dark Prince looked amused, smirking a little as he leaned against the door frame, looking Tamaki over. "Is Haruhi's fear of stupid things contagious?"

"Shut up!" He growled, looking away with a furious blush on his face. So Tamaki was terrified of storms too now. "It's a perfectly fine fear to have, thank you very much!"

Rolling his eyes, he walked back over, taking his shoes off and climbing into bed on the side opposite the blonde, "Fine. I'll stay here with you tonight. But you're not allowed to talk to me. I'm going to sleep." He rolled over, placing his glasses on the nightstand and then closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take him.

Or he was whenever he felt the bed shift as Tamaki snuggled into his back, thinking he was being sneaky about it. Kyoya released a sigh, not opening his eyes, "What are you doing, exactly?"

"Nothing. Just ignore me. Pretend I'm not even here," Tamaki mumbled, clutching onto the back of Kyoya's shirt.

He sighed, rolling over onto his back and looking over at the president of the host club, "Well, that's kind of hard to do, seeing as you're practically on top of me."

"I'm sorry," Tamaki murmured, looking wounded, like a puppy dog that had been kicked. Thunder cracked again, and Tamaki squeaked, clutching onto Kyoya's hand hard. The dark haired boy looked down at their joined hands, not stopping it, just looking at the way Tamaki was gripping onto his closed fingers.

Kyoya shook his head now, voice a lot softer as he stared up at the canopy once more, "No, don't be sorry. It's alright."

Tamaki only nodded, looking like a five year old who got scared and asked to sleep with his older brother. He pulled Kyoya's hand up to his face, tracing all the lines etched over the palm like he was studying the hand and keeping it for future reference. "Kyoya… What's your biggest fear?"

'Losing you.' He wanted to say instantly. But he didn't. He had trained his mind and body to not show his feelings for his love. And he was now a master at it. Kyoya closed his eyes and thought hard. What was he afraid of? Finally, he opened his eyes and answered, "I'm afraid of not being good enough. The fear that someone better will always come along and take what I've worked towards instantly. The fear that I'll become obsolete. Useless. Nothing. The fear of being forsaken. To lorn. I fear my impending and inevitable oblivion." He shook his head, knowing that he should've lied and said something stupid like 'spiders' but instead he choose to say what he was honestly afraid of. And he was okay that he had just told his best friend what terrified him the most. He closed his eyes, waiting for the Frenchman to snort with laugh and tell him he was stupid.

But he didn't. Instead, Tamaki wrapped his arms around Kyoya's and hugged it tight to his body, closing his eyes, "Well don't you worry, Kyoya. You're number one to me. You're the only who I can annoy. And I'll never forget you. Plus, I'll be around to bug you in the afterlife."

Kyoya was shocked. He never expected that. He never calculated a possibility where his friend would be understanding. Gulping, he nodded, "Y-Yeah. I guess that you're right."

"Man," Tamaki muttered. "I wish I was as complex as you. I'm just scared of storms and losing the ones I love." He then stretched his back out like a cat and yawned, resting his blonde head against Kyoya's shoulder. "Anyways. Let's go to sleep. I'm tired."

"Right. Sleep well, Tamaki," Kyoya whispered.

And the dark haired man stayed wide awake for hours, just to be sure that the other boy was asleep before he faintly whispered, "Sweet dreams, my love."

All he got in response was a light snore from the blonde. Kyoya chuckled, brushing Tamaki's hair to the side. "Better than nothing, I suppose."

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A/N: Finally got this chapter done, HAHA! Hope you like it, I was really sick and tried to write to the best of my ability. Now I'm going to go sleep for like ever. Buh bye.