Twin Devils

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Halloween Special

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It was now that time of year at Ouran Academy where leaves turned dead and their bodies decorated the lawn. Jack-o-lanterns guarded the halls at intervals, each wearing a different, flickering expression. This was Halloween, All Hallows' Eve, the day when spirits roam the Earth to wreak havoc among the living. The day when witches brew their potions, when werewolves prowl the forests, and the undead feast on the blood of life. It's also the day when kids dress up as all these creatures and they patrol neighbourhoods for outstretched candy. The night was where teens dressed in compromising costumes and go to parties and usually wake up with no memory of the night after. This night Adults scramble to gather enough candy in time, and seniors grumble with noise complaints.

The night was cool, with a brisk fall air stirring the fallen orange leaves, and a full harvest moon illuminating the scene in a faint yellow glow. Bare trees stuck out of the ground, twisted and gnarled like snarling beasts, they were witches' hands casting vexes. The mood was eerie, the perfect night for the creatures of Hell to raze the Earth…

But that night, past the legends and trick-or-treaters, inside the luxurious academy, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. In the main hall, a party was being thrown, a Halloween bash in fact, on that was hosted by none other than the members of the elite Ouran High School Host Club. The scene was lit dimly, candles and chandeliers low to match the feeling, a snack table across the side, holding tasty dishes to serve to the students who came. Each person was in costume, bodies swaying to rhythmic music pulsating under the flashing strobe lights. Every student was enjoying themselves, which in turn made the hosts happy, just watching the partygoers from their ledge.

"This was such a great idea!" Tamaki proclaimed, grinning as a cluster of women walked by them. "To throw a costume party for the school. It gives us a reason to dress up and throw a party!" Tamaki himself was dressed as a king (of course) a red glimmering crown atop his head illuminating his violet eyes. A red cape fluttered down his back, and in all the poofy clothing and such. He took the opportunity for the night to wear all kinds of rings and jewelry, each piece as golden as his locks of hair.

"Don't forget about the money. We are also gaining a magnificent profit from this event," Kyoya piped in, his little black book tucked under his arm. He was dressed up just as much as the others, clothes silver and violet, golden threads webbing through the fabric. He was a ringleader, all done up in his little French suit. Golden epaulettes adorned his shoulders, silver buttons lining his vest and waist coat, silver pants and shoes sparking his feet with a golden whip at his side. His costume was not only accurate, it also was incredibly punny. Kyoya Ootori was the ring leader. "Great job in coming up with all the scheduling, themes, and costumes, Renge."

Renge grinned up at Kyoya, stars practically swimming in her eyes after being doted on by him. She basically swooned, and almost did but the sight of Kyoya in semi-tight clothing brought her back instantly. She was dressed up in cosplay as some sort of angel that lived on the beach, so of course her clothing included a bikini, a tiny set of white feathery wings, and nothing else. The bikini barely covered, scandalous against her pale skin and leaving little to imagination. She giggled and twirled around, her thick braided hair slinging over her shoulder as she blinked innocently up at Kyoya, "So, what do you think of my Halloween costume, Kyoya?"

She was disappointed to find that Kyoya was in fact paying her no attention in the slightest, and was instead picking fuzz off of Tamaki's shoulder, straightening his cape with long delicate fingers, "How on Earth did you manage to get dirt on your shoulder and lipstick on your cheek already anyway?"

Tamaki chuckled like the matter was a petty one, waving his hand as if drawing attention to the pink lips adorning his cheek bones, "Well, the ladies just couldn't wait to congratulate me on my coronation."

"That has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard," Kyoya scoffed, brushing the dirt off gently. He grabbed Tamaki's chin, tilting it to get a better angle as he protruded a handkerchief from his pocket, beginning to bluntly wipe away the lip stick as if it were a foul creature.

Tamaki sighed, blinking his big bright violet up at Kyoya and pouting like a child. He looked impatient, squirming a little, and huffing whenever Kyoya wouldn't let him go, "Kyoyaaaaaaaa…"

"Don't blame me," Kyoya chided. "You're the one who's going around kissing women with the stickiest lipstick known to man. Stay still, I'll have to press harder."

"Owww! Ow ow ow… OW! That hurts, Kyoya!" Tamaki nearly yowled, stamping his feet like a little anklebiter.

Kyoya showed a slight amusement behind his rimmed glasses, lips ghosted with a smile, "Good. That means it's working."

I, as a matter of fact, was in costume. After many hours of negotiating and looking over the fine print of my contract, they slapped me into a pirate outfit. I had it all, the puffy shirt, the tight leather pants, the knee high boots, and even some makeup to make my face look dirty. I wore a little captain's hat with beads in my hair and an eye patch over one of my eyes. Fake plastic earrings hung out of one earlobe, and I even had a fake little parrot on my shoulder. Decked out with swords and blunderbusses and even some knifes tucked away in nocks and crannies. All fake of course, but I literally looked straight out of a movie. The guys all thought I looked great, though I did have my doubts. What I usually wore for Halloween was nothing. I'd never done anything like this in my life.

But Kyoya mothering 'daddy' was quite amusing, and it distracted the others just enough for me to begin trying to escape the puffy prison that was my pirate costume.

"Not so fast, Haru-chan!" Honey latched onto my leg, tugging at my pants. "You have to keep your costume on all the way throughout the party!"

Honey wore what he usually wore on Halloween nights, his regular school uniform with a large pumpkin mask. Claiming he was the mummy, he went around roaring at people and giggling. He was the perfect container of weaponized cuteness.

Mori fell in line behind Honey, "Yeah." Takashi was done up as Frankenstein's Monster, and with his already massive appearance, he wasn't far off. His dark hair was matted down to his head, all of his stoic face and hands panted green with black stitches strategically placed around his body. He had two latex bots that stuck out of his neck, and with his ripped black clothing and big boots, he really did look like the monster.

Honey grabbed Mori's hand, tugging him out to the dance floor, "Let's go, Takashi! I want to dance with all the ladies!"

Mori grunted, "Slow down, Mitsukuni." Yet he still lumbered down towards the dance floor.

I had half of a mind to join them before I felt a weight balance itself along my shoulders, and I looked behind me to see what it was. Of course, it was just as I guessed.

Hikaru hung on my left side, Kaoru on my right, with both of their arms laced over my shoulders. Each of them smirked down at me, and they were Cheshire's cats, I their Alice.

"Mom was right, the pirate outfit really does suit you, Haruhi," Kaoru smiled, looking me over.

I smiled, "Thanks Kaoru."

Hikaru chuckled, patting my butt lightly. "Of course it does. You work that costume, honey."

"I plan to," Leaning back against Hikaru, I leaned up and kissed the bottom of his chin, fitting against his body.

Kaoru cringed, shuttering, "Ew. Get a room, you two." He meant it playfully, winking at us as he went down the stairs. I knew that he promised that he was okay with us dating, but every time we were together in front of him, he always got a far away look in his eyes, and it makes me hurt for him. But enough of that. I'm enjoying a party.

I watched Kaoru's back as he walked down to the dance floor, admiring the twin's costumes: vampires. They were each dressed as counts, with ruffles on their chests and shirts, tight pants and boots, with large swooping capes and obviously rich jewelry. Each of them wore a little makeup to give them that gaunt effect on their features, a little black under their eyes to make them aged, and over course two pearly ivory canines that were vampire fangs. Their nails were also painted black for effect, and their hair slicked back, giving them the most old school vampire look ever. Still effective.

"You two look great," I commented, holding Hikaru's hand as I watched the partygoers underneath us.

Hikaru put his arms around me, still holding my hands, chin atop my hand, "Thanks. Our mom chipped in with the designs. You should've seen her and Renge brainstorming in the kitchen. It was utterly terrifying."

I couldn't help but laugh, thinking of those two crazy characters flying around the room and sparking each other's creativity.

Among the partygoers I spotted a dancing Kasanoda, getting his groove on from behind a werewolf mask and wolf claws. He was so into it, howling along with the music, and even shaking his tail at some of the ladies that were gathered around him. All in all, he looked like he was having a great time.

Hikaru rocked us back and forth to the music, humming lightly, and just the safety of his arms, I closed my eyes, feeling as if I was about to doze off. Until I was tapped on the shoulder by a rather sharp thing, it hurting just from the small contact it made with my skin. And then an even sharper thing sliced through the air, "May I have this dance?"

My eyes shot open, and I turned around, seeing before me a wild Jaga in costume. His dark hair was swept back, his green eyes electrifying like the jaguar he was. As for his costume, it couldn't have been simpler. It was black pants with black shoes, white cuffs on his hands and he was shirtless with a little collar around his neck and cat ear on his head. He'd taken his piercings out but his tattoos were a little difficult to hide due to the fact his shirt was missing. He swung the leash of his collar around, chuckling darkly at me. "Mewow."

"You'll dance with her right after you kill me," Hikaru nearly hissed, putting himself in front of me, trying to protect me.

Jaga shook his head, tsking, "No, no, no. Don't make threats like that, boy, remember who you're talking to and that I can make it happen. Besides," his eyes flickered with amusement as he walked past us and Hikaru followed his gaze the entire way, "I didn't come here to cause trouble. I came here to party. Something neither of you are doing. So farewell." He stopped at the top stair, blew me a venomous kiss, and then slid down the banister, hopping off at the bottom step.

I sighed, shaking my head as if I could wipe Jaga's essence off of me, "God, that guy's such a creep."

Hikaru nodded, taking my hand, "Come on, I know someplace that we could go that is 100% creep free." He led me away from it all, away from the people and the music and the party, and just took me away.

We wound up in the third music room, where all the lights were off and the tables and couches were pushed back, leaving us with our own personal dance floor. Hikaru stopped in the middle of the floor, throwing his cape back and bowing to me. "Milady. May I have this dance?"

He held out one pale hand, palm facing the sky. I nodded, sliding my fingers into his, "You may, my good vampire."

And so we stood, ours hands join, one of his arms around my waist, one of my hands on his shoulder, and our bodies pressed together. There was no music, and no people, yet we still waltzed in the same rhythm, over and over.

"How on earth did you get so good at dancing?" I asked. I still stumbled and tripped over my shoes every now and then, a little shaky in my movements.

Hikaru raised his eyebrows playfully, "Oh, you didn't know? If your parent's net worth is over $50,000 then you automatically know how to dance."

I couldn't help but laugh, setting my head down on his chest, using his heartbeat as my down beat, "You know, we haven't had time alone like this in an awfully long time. It's dangerous."

My eyes were closed and I felt something graze over my neck ever so slightly, realizing that my vampire was tasting out my skin. Hikaru drew me up closer against him, my hands braced squarely against his chest as he scraped his teeth over me, gazing down at me with those piercing golden eyes, "It is very dangerous. May I take a nibble?"

Gasping lightly at his sudden change of attitude, I closed my eyes, finding myself growing closer to him unconsciously, "Only if you promise to be good, my little vampire."

He pinned me against a column, began to attack my neck with kisses, his teeth adding to the harsh effect. I tilted my head back, drawing him closer, my fingers curling in his cape. "I'm never good. I'm bad for you."

His tongue brushed over my skin teasingly, and he was just as surprised as I whenever my hands pulled him closer to me, as if trusting him to bite my neck, "Shut up, you're the best thing for me."

Hikaru put one of my legs around his waist, closing the space in between us, undoing the top buttons of my shirt, beginning to take the shirt off. My bra was showing, along with my compression wrap(not that there was a lot to compress). His lips went over my collarbone, down to my heart, and he kissed so sensitively there, holding onto me as if I could float away if he didn't. He was my anchor, my attachment to this. He was my home.

We were just about to get somewhere completely indecent. We were on the couch, me sprawled out under him, him over me like a predator, kissing me with his fang. He had slid his finger along my hair, moving my eyepatch out of my face. His cape was on the floor, his ruffly shirt almost all the way off. I pulled him closer to me, kissing along his neck, nibbling on his collarbone. My hands were all over his body, his venturing to map mine, and we were melded against one another, all hot breath and wandering hands, lusting eyes and aching body.

"My, my," a voice said. "What do we have here?" Jaga walked into the room, leaning on the back of the couch, staring down at both of us, smirking. "A couple of kittens in heat. Little frisky, aren't we?"

Hikaru took off his shirt, covering me with it. "Shouldn't you be somewhere that someone wants you?" He stood up as if wanting to protect me.

I sat up, sliding on Hikaru's shirt and looking over at Jaga, curling my lip in disgust, "Why'd you'd have to come butting in here? Just leave."

"I would, but it seems the boy here has some score that he wants to settle," Jaga smirked.

Hikaru stepped forward, a growl on his face, his makeup smeared a little around his lips and his neck. His fake elongated fangs protruded from his lips as he nearly hissed at Jaga, "I don't have a problem with you, but I don't like you being around Haruhi, creep."
Jaga looked so hurt, face twisted up in a grieving expression, his hands cupping his chest over his heart as he fell back onto a couch, acting like he fainted, "Oh, how you wound me so! 'Prophet! Thing of evil! Prophet still a bird or devil!' He called me a creep!" He straightened after that little act, legs hanging off the side of the couch, his leash teasingly on the floor, him propping his face up by his hand. Jaga grinned at me, his green eyes shimmering, "Is it too late to say 'thank you'?"
Looking utterly disgusted by the very existence of the third Akuma, Hikaru curled his lip into a sneer, shaking his head, "Seriously, what is your problem?"
"Well," Jaga laid square on his back, lacing his hands over his chest placing his head on the arm of the couch. He looked like a patient at a shrink. "Daddy never loved me, mommy locked me in the cupboard, I never fit in, bullied at age nine, a tattoo and piercing by age twelve, and what do you know, smoking and drinking with half my head shaved and died as I ride on the back of my abusive boyfriend Snake's bike." He casted a wicked grin over in our general direction, and I couldn't help but feel like a cornered gazelle by the way he was looking at us. "Insert sad backstory here. You name it, it's happened, babe." He tilted his head back, laughing lightly, and then he drew a tear down his cheek with his finger, "Not to mention all those Little Miss Pretty child pageants Mommy would put me in. They never thought I was pretty enough."
Even though it was obvious he was using ridiculous stereotypical backstories, it was strange to see him acting in such a way, to be kidding and so overpoweringly arrogant, "What is it that you want, Jaga?" I asked, not sure if I actually wanted to know the answer.
Jaga stood then, almost like he morphed into a standing form, and he breezed over to me, shouldering past Hikaru. His long fingers cupped my chin, and his green eyes stared back into mine. Dragging one long finger across the bottom of my jaw, he smirked at the face I was making, "Why, I came for you, Annabel Lee."
Taken aback, I asked, "Annabel Lee? What? Oh whatever, why won't you just stay away from me?"
That was when he came close, his cold skeleton lips brushing against the shell of my ear, and his voice was but a whisper, a deadly howl of dying wind, "'And neither the angels above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee.'" That was all he said, and he was so close that I barely felt his hand slip around my waist and into my back pocket. Or should I say, that was all he had time to say before Hikaru slammed him against the wall, growling at him.
"Shut up. And stay away from her," He grumbled, teeth clenched so tight that it quieted his threat. He had a hold of Jaga's collar, keeping him pressed against the wall, the other raised in a fist and ready to punch the Jaguar's lights out.
Jaga just chuckled, his eyes challenging, daring Hikaru to test him, "Didn't you hear what I just said? Get back under the sea, demon."
Hikaru brought his face closer to Jaga, whispering lowly, and the makeup on his face made him look even deadly than he was already supplying. His fangs were fully out from his mouth, growling,"I want nothing more than to pound your face into this wall. I've done it once, I'll do it again."
"Oh really?" Jaga whispered back in the same time, the most arrogant smirk on his face, "Then do it, big boy." He moved his face up, teasingly biting Hikaru's nose lightly, smirking.
Hikaru just about lost it, about to just let loose a volley of punches on the Akuma, if we hadn't heard the notebook close, "Now now, children. Enough. Playtime's over."
Kyoya stood at the door, leaned against the doorframe and legs crossed where he stood. He had obviously watched the entire scene, and had been writing in his little black book but now it was tucked away under his arm as his hands were in his pockets. He then straightened up, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose further, staring straight at Jaga. He walked over to us, his shoes clicking on the waxed floors of the music room, and he stood in front of us, eyes on fire.
"Something you wanna say?" Jaga asked. He now seemed tense, very much so, at the sight of his half brother.
"We can't have any record of any of the host club members engaging in violence," Kyoya stated, grey eyes challenging Jaga's electric ones. "So I must ask you to leave, mousier."
The laugh that left his lips was grating and harsh, yet oddly unsettling, "I don't think that I will."
No words were said, just actions taken. In what seemed like seconds, Kyoya lifted his little black book and slapped his brother across the face, his expression changing none. The slap reverberated around the room, and with the sound we all seemed to be held frozen in place. "Out. Now."
A now sizeable red mark on his cheek, and his dark hair covering his eyes, Jaga prowled out. He had did it. The ringleader had tamed the jaguar.
Kyoya watched him leave, and nodded as that was one piece of business done. Then he himself walked to the door, standing by it. Pausing, Kyoya looked back over at us, the subtliest of smirks ghosting across his lips, a slight knowing gleam in his eyes, "Happy Halloween, you two."
And then the door clicked shut and sound of heels clicked on the floor, Hikaru and I couldn't help but turn to look at each other. We both had the goofiest grins on our faces, and we just burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Nothing about what had happened was funny, nor would it be a funny situation later. We weren't even sure that we were laughing because of humor. Or terror. Or shock. But we were together. And we were smiling. And soon, we were back in our previous positions on the couch, and boy did we know that it was an actually perfect Halloween.

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(A/N: So here's a quick little snippet of Halloween that I wrote up for y'all. Hope y'all enjoy! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)