Twin Devils

Chapter 18

At Ouran Academy, everything was great. The air outside was chilly, yet the sun still warmed the Earth's occupants. The trees were bare, yet instead of scary silhouettes they were art, frozen in place by winter's halted breath. The yards were often covered in frost every morning, and stayed that way until the sun hit high noon. Everyone was fine though, bundling up under bulky clothing, just awaiting the day that it became extremely cold. The girls were happy, chatting casually about how they were going to get their family pictures done in all of the snowy bliss, excited for it. All the young men gathered and bragged about who's ski resort was bigger than the others. Typical Ouran Academy students.

And in the Host Club, everything was great. Sales and visits were through the roof, which Kyoya later revealed to me that fact was because it was growing into the colder months and the ladies liked to be accompanied with a man they could snuggle up to. Which, to me, sounds really lame and stupid that that was the reason the girls had been pouring in, then I thought about how I really couldn't blame them. Being snuggled up with someone you like on the couch, all cuddled up together when it's cold outside, under a blanket and watching a good movie with a cup of hot cocoa. It is very nice, I must admit. Because of Tamaki's antics, all of the regular tables and couches had been replaced with kotatsus, all of the hosts pouring the ladies tea and commoner's coffee. Everyone was laughing and smiling, having a good time. Everything was great.

And that's usually when you know things are about to go wrong.

I guess that I still had a goofy look on my face from when I was thinking about snuggling up with someone I loved on the couch with hot cocoa, because right at that moment, that's when I felt arms come around my waist, and a face snuggle into my neck. My goofy smile spread. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his smile, "Looks like you've been thinking about me again, eh?"

"Maybe," I smiled, closing my eyes and leaning over to our heads were pressed together. We were in the back, so most customers didn't bother watching us, too busy with their hosts, and tea, and commoner's coffee. "What have you been up to, Hikaru?"

Humming lightly, he squeezed my waist, drawing me back closer against him, "I was just thinking about you. Thinking about us."

"I think there's a love song in there somewhere," I pointed out, poking his nose as I chuckled.

He shook his head, "Dangit," he laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly. "You weren't supposed to know where that was from. Did it work, at least?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded, humming the song lightly under my breath. "Totally romantic. Even better when Nelly sings it though."
"Why you sly little girl!" He tickled at my side, lifting me up and taking me to the back room. I squealed at his moves, laughing as I was lifted and taken back into the back space. Hikaru made us both fall back onto a couch, me landing on sprawled on top of him, hands on his chest, our legs a tangled mess. We both went into loud laughter, and when he did, I got to feel every lift and fall in his chest. I closed my eyes, trying to still my chuckling, my face plastered with a silly grin.

Cool fingertips brushed on my chin, slowly going over my cheek, grazing over my temple and they came to a stop embedded in my hair. I don't know what it was, the fact that I was pressed so close to Hikaru, or the chills that his fingers sent through my spine, but it got me to stop laughing immediately.

I opened my eyes to find an adoring Hikaru reflecting me, his face all angular and edges. Beams of morning light caught at his hair, softening his demeanor in stature and color, casting a faint glow around him. His eyes looked as if they were consuming me, catching me in their crosshairs and not letting go until their mission was fulfilled. He was painting a picture of me, not on something as materialistic as a canvas, or as flimsy as the pixels of a phone. He was painting my portrait in his brain, the part of it that was categorized for tenderness and love, the wild part of him that was a romantic maniac. This part was contained past the nonimportant parts labeled for living and moving. This was in the part built for being, and I was lucky enough to see myself residing in there. When he broke the silence, it was a serene loudness, a single sentence that made the air pregnant with a new stillness, "You are so beautiful, Haruhi."

No response was needed. The moment wouldn't allow any room for error, and if I spoke now it would demolish the silence for good. All that was needed was for me to lean forward and connect our bodies at the lips. So that's exactly what I did.

This kiss of ours was not one of lust, no erotic 'hot and heavy' building up tension was shown. It was not one of want, at least not of any sexually. We were just kissing. We were just two people, close to together, who became one with sparking lips. This kiss of ours was one of loving. Of being together.

And nothing can ruin the silence of together better than an annoying ringtone. We separated and sat up, just enough so that Hikaru could check his buzzing phone. He furrowed his brow, seemingly confused at the text. I leaned over, trying to read the screen, "What's wrong?"

Hikaru shook his head, still looking confused. "It's Seika... She just asked if I wanted to join her tonight for champagne at a hotel mixer. Just as friends." He looked at me, as if judging how I would react to this.

I nodded, thinking things over in my head, "You should go. I mean, you're over her, and you've moved on, and you should show her that. It would be great to rub that in her face, yeah?" Slyly, I kissed his cheek, smiling.

"You're really okay with this?" He asked disbelievingly.

Nodding, I answered, "Whole-heartedly. Plus it'll be good if you rubbed in how happy you were with me. Feel free to brag to her."

Hikaru pulled me closer, chuckling at my words. He kissed me on the forehead, "Okay, Haruhi, you are seriously awesome. Girlfriend of the year."

I scrunched up my nose when he kissed there, grinning, "I've been trying to tell you."

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So it was around ten o'clock, and Hikaru had been sitting on the stool by the bar for about fifteen minutes, waiting for Seika to show. He examined the hotel. It was a nice one, more for upperclass and business associates. Hikaru huffed faintly, knowing Seika would chose a place that only the rich could go. The bar was classy. All crystal glasses and refined gentleman drinking and laughing over their golf scores from earlier that morning. Hikaru rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He knew he didn't want to be that kind of rich guy when he was older. He was obviously going to be the cool one, who ran a fashion industry with his brother. He smiled faintly at the idea too. Perhaps Haruhi would be there too...

"Sorry I'm late," a sultry voice said, and Hikaru instantly knew this was none other than his ex. He sat up quickly, swiveling around to face her. Indeed it was Seika Ayanikoji in all of her sickening glory. She wore and very revealing dress with a slit up the side to show off her ivory leg, and a slit in the front to show just how much cleavage was packed in. Her red hair was done up in a loose bun, her makeup smoky around the face, yet not unattractive. She was wearing dangerously red lipstick, and something of a red flag was waving in the back of Hikaru's mind, though he ignored it. "Is this seat taken?"

He shook his head, motioning for her to sit, "Saved it just for you. Sit down." It was easy to be friendly for Hikaru. The hard part was actually meaning it.

Seika didn't ask twice, sitting herself down and sighing in content, "Boy, traffic out there was absolutely insane! My driver almost couldn't make the turn because the family limo was so long. Ah, limo problems, am I right?" She smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded and smiled, not reacting to her hand. He wasn't going to let her play him again, "Yes. Limos can be pesky." Hikaru answered, sipping his champagne.

"That's all that you're going to have?" Seika asked, motioning towards the champagne. "Don't you want something a little stronger?"

After a minute of considering, Hikaru nodded, "It is a little weak. I guess I can have something a little stronger."

Seika's grin almost turned wolfish, "Perfect. Bartender, we'll have two burbons."

The bartender, an odd looking fellow, obviously American, with his greasy black slicked back hair and wispy goatee. He was a medium sized man, not standing out particularly, but an obvious character. Hikaru squinted, seeing the way the bartender's lip curled as if accustomed to a cigarette. The young Hitachiin was trying to figure out where he'd seen this man before. The bartender paused as he looked over Seika, "You sure miss? You two barely look out of the crib."

The bartender had a thick New Jersey accent, an oddity in Japan. Hikaru pondered, eyes narrowed as he thought. Such a unique voice... Seika wasn't hesitant, "I am a princess. I suggest you get me those drinks pronto."

"Yes ma'am," the man chuckled, mixing up their drinks in a timely manner, nodding to them as he stood an appropriate distance away.

Seika smirked, stirring her burbon a little before pressing the glass to her lips. She let the half empty glass clink back down against the countertop. She licked her lips, careful not to mess up her make up. She smiled lowly over at Hikaru, "I do love my liquor, as anyone does."

Hikaru chuckled, knocking back some of his drink, swallowing it harshly. He shook his head to knock out the dizziness, "Whoo! That was something. Never burned like that before."

For some reason, this alcohol was twice as effective, and it left Hikaru's head spinning. He chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his head. He glanced at her, "You know, I can usually handle my liquor, but right now I just- You're really pretty, y'know?" His eyes wandered all over her, leaving their perpetual trail.

Seika just smirked, doing different poses as she looked at him, amused at his current state, "You really think I'm pretty? Why, how kind of you, you little rascal." She ran her fingers through Hikaru's hair, and he leaned into it, grinning goofily. The ginger twin took another large swig from his drink. He was acting even loopier by the moment.

An hour and a half later, Hikaru was leaning heavily against the counter, surrounded by numerous empty glasses. He had a red nose, and flushed cheek, his hair all touseled and such. He was out of his coat, his shirt a little messy and his sleeves rolled up with a few top buttons undone. He was so cracked up at something Seika had said, pounding the table with his fist lightly. The before mentioned Seika was hanging off Hikaru's arm, seemingly permanently attached, like a scar or a leech.

Hikaru checked his watch, eyes bugging at the hour. He began to gather his things, standing up, "I gotta get going. It's super late right now."

Just as he was standing up, Seika pulled him back down in his stool. She smiled seductively at him, "What's the rush doll? Leaving so soon? Plus, you're in no condition to drive home." She moved closer to him, pressing into his arm. Her lips brushed his neck, getting that red lipstick on his collar, looking almost like blood. She kissed up to his ear, whispering, "No need to be going anywhere. I want to know you more..." Her voice became more velvety as she placed her hand on his knee, slowly easing it down his thigh. "I have a room upstairs in the hotel. Stay the night with me..."

Unfortunately for Hikaru, he didn't want to refuse. Fortunately for Seika, Hikaru didn't have the power to resist.

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Hikaru awoke in a strange bed, in a dimly lit room with a head ache that could kill. He groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up, looking around. He saw the clock on the nightstand, and it read 8 AM. He shook his head, rubbing his temples, the sheets soft against him. Looking down, his eyes widening as he noticed that he wasn't wearing even a sliver of clothing. Gulping, he looked around, wondering what on earth might've happened.

Seika emerged from the bathroom, smiling at the sight of a half naked Hikaru in her bed. She walked over, straddling Hikaru, "Morning, stud." Their lips connected in a kiss, Hikaru staring ahead, no emotion shown. He was still very confused as to what happened. When Seika pulled away, she bit her lip, running her hands through Hikaru's hair. He noticed that even she was dressed less, in a black lacy lingerie piece that showed more than he was comfortable with.

Words left him as he stuttered, "W-What happened here last night? Between us?"

"How funny, Hikaru!" Seika titled her head back and laughed, "You needed to stay the night, so I let you sleep in my bed." She brushed her fingers under his chin, "You're an excellent lover, by the way."

Hikaru put a hand to his head, shaking it, "No... But, I'm with Haruhi."

Seika shrugged, leaning back, "Didn't seem to stop you last night. You couldn't keep your hands off of me. Like an animal, you were."

Hikaru just kept shaking his head, as if this were a bad dream that he could shake off. He refused to believe anything of the sort, "That doesn't sound like me... I was really drunk though... I just can't believe that we..."

"Had sex?" Seika unlocked her phone, showing him a picture of them lying together in the bed in a very intimate position. "It definitely happened, babe. Now come on. We need to get you home. You can ride in my car."

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The Ayanikoji limo stretched into the Hitachiin drive, with a now fully clothed Seika and Hikaru in the back. The entire ride, Seika had been infatuated with Hikaru's anatomy, and had chosen to give every single detail of their drunken night of love. Hikaru, closing his eyes, wished he didn't have to hear it.

The odd duo walked up the stairs together, entering the house side by side. They were met with an odd sight. Haruhi was on the couch, a blanket around her, and Kaoru at her side, hugging her close. He was rubbing her back, frowning. "It's alright. It's over."

As soon as Haruhi caught sight of Hikaru, she jumped up, running to him. She collided to his body, hugging him tight. He didn't move, barely even acknowledging her. She looked behind him and saw Seika, and her happiness melted away. She backed up, shaking her head. "What's she doing here?"

Seika came up by Hikaru, pressing herself against him as she locked their arms. She smirked at Haruhi, talking to Hikaru. "Haven't told her yet, honey?"

Haruhi blinked, and it took her a moment before asking, "Tell me what exactly...?"

Before Hikaru could even begin to answer, Seika did it for him, "The face that we made love last night. More than once. I mean, I couldn't just leave the poor man begging."

Haruhi looked as if a brick wall hit her. No, more like a freight train. She was pale, all the life draining from her face. She looked so little and frail in that moment, as if she would break. She shook her head, "No..." She didn't want to believe it just like Hikaru hadn't.

Hikaru said nothing, staring off to the side. Kaoru was beside Haruhi now, looking disgusted over at his brother, "Really bro? What the hell? Haruhi was attacked last night, and you're sleeping with some tramp?"

The word 'attacked' caught Hikaru's attention, and he met Kaoru's eyes, "Attacked? By who? Are you okay?"

"Jaga snuck into my room last night," Haruhi answered, leaning into the gentle twin and staring at the ground. "He pinned me and started taking off my clothes... He almost raped me. And he would've gotten away with it had Kaoru not walked in." She shook her head, eyes closing as she thought back to the memory.

Hikaru sucked in a breath, feeling completely horrible at this point. His girlfriend was in danger, and he hadn't helped at all. He really felt ashamed now.

Then, suddenly, a weak voice emerged, "It can't be true." Hikaru's head snapped up, looking for who said it. It had come from Haruhi, who was now standing tall and staring at Seika dead on.

Seika raised an eyebrow, looking judgemental as she rubbed Hikaru's chest, "Excuse me?"

"It can't be true," Haruhi walked up to Seika now, getting up in her face. "Hikaru would never do something like that. He's mine, and he wouldn't have slept with the likes of you. Plus, you're known to lie about everything. So where's the proof?"

The red haired girl laughed, amused by Haruhi's little display. She simply pulled out her phone, flashing the picture. "There. See us together? That was an after shot. If you don't believe me, just ask him. Hikaru knows."

The guilty twin closed his eyes and looked away. He didn't want to see the betrayal in Haruhi's eyes. "It... It's true."

Haruhi now had tears in her eyes, a lump in her throat. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the heels of her hands, "So what? He was drunk. He won't stay with you. This won't him back!"

"Won't it?" Seika raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Kaoru came up behind Haruhi, wrapping an arm around her, frowning at the princess, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you see, I tested after, and I threw up this morning," She rested a hand on her stomach, grinning. "Looks like I'm pregnant!"

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(A/N: Alright guys, so what? Seika's pregnant with Hikaru Jr.! Exciting! Do you hate me now? Lol, y'all probably do. Leave me some comments and reviews, I miss getting them! I wanna know what y'all think!)