Twin Devils
Chapter Nineteen
(A/N: Ha, I bet just about all of you hate me right now, eh? Well, I know that you do because I've been cussed out numerous times XD You know who you are shoutout
But seriously, guys, I know that pregnancy doesn't just happen over night, please I'm not that stupid. Just trust me, okayz? .3. I have everything planned out (wink wink)
And this chapter will introduce a new character, a girl from the mind of my own friend, Summer Rain.
And because I'm me (and because I'm evil) a character will be leaving the cast as well. That's right fangirls, somebody's dying.
Happy reading!)
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It is scientifically proven that a wolf, or a dog, or any member of the canine species will not, at any stakes or costs, turn against its pack. A dog will never betray those that it has become one with, and it will not ever give up the trust it is so often given. Never to bite the hand that feeds it, a dog will not dip into a mode below that of a canine, just for a few measly scraps. Dogs are loving, and loyal, and once trust is given in their possession, it can never be tampered or frayed, for a dog will stay true to its pack. It is scientifically proven that a dog will never turn against its pack.
That's why I was always so confused when girls called their bad boyfriends a dog. It's an insult to the canine, in my opinion. A dog is loyal, and loving, and cares for its pack before even itself, and will do anything to please its master. In that way, a dog is like a slave, obeying commands and trying to appease its pack with grade A performances. It is a specimen of excellence, lean muscles and intelligence, welcoming every task with no complaint or hindrance. As I said before, dogs are slaves to their packs.
Dogs should not even be brought into the equation. It's a simple law of heartbreak, and to bring an animal of such repute into it is ludicrous. When you are dumped by the one you hold dear, he does not equate such a highly regard mammal such of that as a dog. Bad guy plus heartbroken girl does not, cannot, and will not equal a dog. Whoever conjured up such a peculiar theory was thinking so utterly far fetched.
Bad men are not dogs. A more appropriate animal is a cat, who's loyalty is sold to the highest bidder. Felines are very moody, and often prefer to be left on their own. They are very selfish beings, who will trade its owner for a warm meal almost every time. It is scientifically proven that a cat will bit its owner at least once in its lifetime.
Snakes are vicious and disloyal too. They do not adhere to one owner and would also like to be left alone in far off jungles and swamps. Snakes do not respond to kindness of its owners or do not remember exceptional favors such as petting and feeding. The King Cobra is one fine example of a disloyal, lonely snake. It would bite its owner no matter what. They do not exercise normal judgment. It is scientifically proven that a snake will always bite its owner.
So Hikaru was a cat, a merciless feline who pawed at my broken heart strings until the next owner who provided something better came along. And there was Seika, the snake who coaxed my twin with poison words and venomous prefixed intentions.
And I was sitting here, suffering from multiple self inflicted cat and snake bites, wrapped up in blankets on the couch, dressed down in pajamas. I haphazardly flipped through the channels on the television, though I knew nothing good was on. There never was. I sighed, looking down, imagining how we used to sit on this couch, laughing, cuddling, watching movies.
Kaoru saw my miserable state, and sighed from the kitchen. He brought me some tea, walking in and sitting down at my side, wrapping me in another blanket. Sliding his arm around me, he held me close to him, stroking my hair back. "You holding up today?"
Now this was my dog. Kaoru Hitachiin was my dog. He was the loyalist of them all, returning to his master even after betrayal. He was like a Labrador Retriever or a Bassett hound. No matter how bad I had hurt him in the past, he would return to my hand, pledge by my side, and never retreat.
I sighed faintly, and shook my head; "It's another bummer today."
"I can't believe him," Kaoru whispered. "It's just so not Hikaru."
Putting a finger over Kaoru's lips, I shook my head, "Ah, ah. That's not what we call him anymore. Remember?"
Kaoru rolled his eyes, but nodded, "Ah, yes. I forgot his new name is He Who Shall Not Be Named."
A smile came to my lips, and I gave him a nod of approval, "That's much better." Snuggling closer to his chest, I let him man the remote control while I was in charge of screening the eligible television shows.
This I also remembered. Kaoru and I, wrapped together in blanket's warmth, breathing in each other. He smells surprisingly like soft lavender, something comforting and soft to the senses. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the powdery scent of the softer Hitachiin. Kaoru was safe. He was warm and soft, like a marshmallow, and he smelled dizzily of flowers. He was hugs and kisses in the morning sun, smiles and holding hands. I missed that. That was safety.
Hikaru was spicy, smelling of cinnamon and peppers, even the taste of him hot. He was all sparks and wild burning fires and unwatched explosives. He was danger. He was like a thick piece of titanium: easy to cut you, hard to break through. Hikaru was lustful pants and whining wants in the late nights, smirks and groping hands. He was dangerous. Hikaru was my drug, and only now did I realize why drugs are illegal. Not for their side effects, but for their addictiveness.
"You're analyzing again," Kaoru noted, smiling gently ahead, eyes flicking over to me.
Blinking, I responded, "Analyzing? What?"
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face, looking it over with his golden eyes, "You get that look on your face whenever you start using that big brain of yours. What were you thinking about?"
"Umm. I was actually thinking about us," I blushed faintly, pulling away from his thumb, just returning his look. "About how much I miss your… safety."
Kaoru chuckled, looking amused at my whole thought process, "My safety, eh? Is it that missable?"
"Heartbreakingly so," I swooned, putting a hand over my head and falling back.
His arms caught me, pulling me back against his chest, "I've been thinking a lot about our relationship. About how stupid my brother was." His tone grew serious. "He was blind to not see what you had to offer. And I would've never treated you like that."
The whispers nearly sent chills down my spine, and my eyes widened slightly, "I-I've been thinking too. About how our relationship got cut short by Hik- He Who Shall Not Be Named. And how much I miss it now."
"You miss it? Well, we may just have to remedy that," cupping my cheek gently, Kaoru leaned forward, and sealed the promise of us dating with a small lingering kiss.
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"What on Earth were you thinking? Were you even thinking?!" Tamaki shouted in anger, kicking out at a chair, sending it toppling across the room.
An ashamed Hikaru sat in the middle of the room on a chair, head hanging low, being chewed out by his club president. He looked like a man coming home from the office after a hard day of work. His hair was all ruffled, his clothing crinkled, sleeves rolled up, shirt undone at the top. His hands were in his lap, him leaning on his knees, not meeting the eyes of his upperclassman.
Now Tamaki was just making unintelligible gargles and grunts in frustration, tugging at his hair as he picked up a vase, about to throw it.
Kyoya, who was writing in his little black book off on a table on the side, raised up his pen at the last second, "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Tamaki. We have a limited fund for furniture, and if you keep breaking it, I'm going to add it to your tab."
Grumbling, Tamaki reluctantly placed the vase back down gently, turning his full wrath upon his commanding twin, "Pregnant. You got a girl pregnant! And IT WASN'T EVEN YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" He screeched, eyes wide with fury. "It just had to be Seika! Your ex! How messed up are you!"
Hikaru didn't answer, done answering questions that would just get him into more trouble.
Tamaki calmed himself once more, looking down at Hikaru with tired eyes and a weak mind, "Hikaru. You should know more than anyone the responsibilities of a child, the responsibilities that you aren't prepared for. And you should also know not to spend yourself without love. In fact, you should've waited until marriage, with someone that you really love with all your heart. Not the first unsightly trollop that offers herself to you," he slowly shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am so disappointed in you Hikaru. I had a lot of faith in you not to screw this up. Yet you still seemed to have found a way."
Hikaru flinched. The 'disappointment' saying hurt him more than when Tamaki was raging and ranting, yelling his ears off. He thought of Tamaki as a father, and to hear that he'd crossed his trust, Hikaru now felt doubly horrible. His eyes became even more downcast, if possible.
"And think of what you put Haruhi through, my poor daughter," Tamaki continued, looking down at Hikaru once again. "You've cheated on her, and gotten her competition pregnant. I'm sure that felt just fine and dandy to her, don't you think? Not only do you have to apologize to her, but you have to get back in my good graces if you ever think of seeing my precious daughter ever again."
"I didn't mean to do it, alright?" Hikaru finally said, voice a little hoarse from not talking and just raw emotion. He rubbed his temples. "I don't even remember anything happening. I took a sip of my drink at the bar, and then the next morning, I wake up naked in a bed with Seika saying she's pregnant. It makes no sense! How can I not remember something that important! I would never do that intentionally! I would never hurt Haruhi…" He lowered his head once more.
Tamaki tilted Hikaru's chair back until the two men were face to face, the blonde focused, the ginger worried, "Well you did. You hurt her. And what happens to you next isn't my fault in the slightest."
With Tamaki rearing back to do what he had to and Hikaru bracing for impact, the two men were stopped once again by the raising of the pen, proving it was far mightier than the sword, "I know this may seem silly that I am the only one suggesting this, but what if Seika drugged Hikaru and then carried him up to her room where she stripped him and put her in his bed? There, she could've staged a picture, making it look as if they'd been intimate. And then in the morning, while he struggled with memory, she could've lied and sealed the deal by making him believe?"
Both the other men where quiet, letting the facts process in each one of their brains, the machines actually whirring. Both were shocked, obviously having not thought of that anytime sooner.
Kyoya rolled his eyes, not meeting theirs as he continued to write on, "I mean, even two idiots like yourselves could've thought something was up whenever the girl claimed pregnancy after merely hours after the affair. Every science book in the world will tell you that signs don't start appearing until two weeks later. Unless Princess Ayanokoji has magic ovaries that allow sperm to fertilize her eggs and speed produce a baby before the next morning, I suggest the baby is a ruse. Not to make you two sound even more stupid than you already are."
After hearing the news, Hikaru and Tamaki sprang to their feet, their faces carrying huge grins, and they cheered in victory.
"I'm still a virgin!" Hikaru exclaimed proudly, giddy at the fact.
"I'm still a good father!" Added Tamaki, excitement over flowing him.
Kyoya released a long sigh, rubbing his right temple with his forefinger to relieve pressure, "What idiots…. That's the oldest trick in the book."
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Later That Evening
(A/N: After calling Seika to meet him at his house, Hikaru arrives home with Kyoya and Tamaki. Kaoru and Haruhi are already present, and this is where the scene begins, with Seika's entering. Kaoru and Haruhi are clueless to the fact that Hikaru never cheated, and don't know what is going to happen.)
Kaoru hadn't stopped glaring at this seemingly happy Hikaru escorted by a beaming Tamaki and a bored Kyoya, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Any fool that could smile after breaking a girl's heart wasn't to be trusted. I myself wasn't grasping the whole point of us waiting eagerly by the door for Seika to arrive that a pack of house trained puppies, floppy tails wagging and tripping on our own paws. Especially for Seika may I repeat. But lo and behold, ten minutes later, and the doorbell rang.
Kyoya looked out the window, snapping his book to a close, "Perfect. The wicked witch of the west is here, and she parked her broom in the correct zone." He let the curtain fall back into place.
Hikaru rushed to the door, excited, some would say, and threw it open, grinning, "Aw, yes, Seika, come on in. There's something we'd like to discuss with you."
Seika, the witch herself, merely smirked, flicking a lock of red hair back over her shoulder, welcomed herself into the house, sitting down on the couch. The rest of us herded ourselves into the remaining spaces of furniture, just hungry to see how this ended.
One of the maids appeared at the side of the couch, hands folded tightly in front of her. She bowed, "May I interest you in drinks, madams and sirs?"
All, of course nodded, even Seika, who ordered a martini with extra flavor. "So, why exactly was I brought here, Hikaru?" Seika asked, crossing her legs as she looked over at the ginger.
Hikaru, still wearing that ridiculously goofy smile, placed a hand over on Seika's stomach, "We gathered here to speak of the baby, of course! It is my baby after all, and the host club is so excited to endorse it. We want to know so much from you, being the mother and all."
"Sounds… lovely," Seika forced a smile, obviously doubtful of the whole situation.
We're here just to talk about his baby? Ugh, my head already hurts. I might be sick. Standing, I thought I could be able to excuse myself, but I was caught by the bouncing blonde in the corner, smiling.
"You'll want to see this, Haruhi. I promise," Tamaki nodded, grinning nearly.
Confused out of my mind, I just silently took my place back beside Kaoru, watching on.
Seika put a hand to her stomach, smiling gently at it as if she could already see the baby, "It's just such a blessing. Especially knowing that it's yours, Hikaru. I've read so many pregnancy books and watched so many videos. And in nine months, all this hard work will pay off!" She chuckled arrogantly, her grey eyes catching mine, such gloating held there.
I turned my head, not wanting to attract her attention for too long.
"Your thoughts, Haruhi?" Seika asked, turning fully towards me now. "About mine and Hikaru's baby?"
My gaze fixed on Hikaru, and his jaw had tightened, eyes hard instead of loving as he gazed at Seika. I shook my head, "For both of your sakes, pray that the baby gets its looks from Hikaru."
Kyoya snickered. Seika shot him a death glare, and I could tell that Hikaru was forcing off a smile.
The maid then returned with drinks, bowing to each guest for their drinks. Seika took her with a snobby look, not saying thank you, just immediately taking multiple sips from the fluted cup.
Kyoya set his glass of wine down on the table, leaning on the back of the couch, "Interesting drink choice, Princess."
Seika swirled the little fruity little drink around in her palm, examining it, "Maybe I did. I was debating getting the cocktail, but I figured martini would just taste better right now."
"I'm just amazed," Kyoya said. "That you can have alcohol, though alcohol will kill the fetus forming inside of you. I'm sure that should've been on page one of pretty much any pregnancy book that you might've read."
Seika's eyes widened, and she set the drink down, giving a nervous chuckle, "Right. Then I suppose I shouldn't be drinking."
"As much as you drank, I'm sure the developing baby is already gone," Hikaru said, face cold and hard. "If there even was a baby to began with. But I suppose you should be okay, right? Because there never was one, was there?"
My ears perked up, and I gasped lightly, certainly not expecting that.
Seika cleared her throat, "Just what are you getting at?"
"You've lied, princess," Tamaki gave a little smile, looking like a man appraised a scared little bird with a broken wing. "And I think it's time for you to go before we call some higher ups about this."
"I know when I'm not wanted," Seika hissed at him, getting up and marching out, slamming the door shut.
I could've swore I heard Kyoya hum, "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead."
Hikaru now grinned at me, "See Haruhi! Seika lied! She drugged me and made me think all of that stuff for some joke, I guess. So that means that we can be back together now!"
His face looked so hopeful and happy, but I just shook my head, looking back at Kaoru. Kaoru intertwined our fingers.
"I'm sorry Hikaru. But that doesn't mean we can get back together…" I murmured as Kaoru put an arm around me. "I just got back together with Kaoru. I can't just break up with him because you're free again."
And like a bomb, I nearly heard all of those high hopes and good wishings crash to the floor, along with a flopping heart. Hikaru looked away, nodding, "I see. I understand. I'm just glad that you know the truth now." He gave me a smile. "That's all that matters."
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"You did what?!"
Godfather Akuma nearly roared in rage, slamming his large fist down on the decorated arm of the chair.
Seika flinched under his harsh yelling, wincing, "I couldn't help it, sir. They found out that I wasn't really pregnant. I couldn't fake it any more."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Godfather Akuma growled, "I just can't believe it. It is truly astounding how dense my underlings are."
Jaga was in no better position than Seika. He stood right beside her, still in his judgment for not being able to complete his assignment with Haruhi. He flinched at every harsh word, at every hard gesture.
"First, my idiot son must disgrace the Akuma name in failing every single mission I throw to him. I thought you were good at fetch, mutt! To act as such in my presence, to fail with the girl, you are my biggest regret in life!" The leader turned his full force onto Seika, "And you, streetwalking harlot, you cannot even convince idiots of a false pregnancy! You screwed up, and should've waited until it looked legitimate. Why, fallen morning star, have you brought me such lack luster henchmen?"
"It wasn't my fault! I was trying to get the job done quickly," Seika argued. Her cheeks were flushed red, angry and frustrated as she tried to state her point. She walked up the steps going towards the center throne.
The dark lion resting at Godfather Akuma's feet growled, but with a flick of his hand, the leader tamed his beast.
Seika resumed up until she was face to face with her leader, jabbing him in the chest with her finger, "All you've done is sit around like a lazy old man and make teenagers do all your work! Some all powerful syndicate man you are!"
The Godfather stood on his own two feet now, towering over poor little Seika. With his silver eyes narrowed, he reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, raising her until her face saw into his own. "Oh, my dear, dear girl. How stupid you've been. This sure is an inconvenience, what you're forcing me to do next." He ran his tongue over his teeth, sneering to show off the metal fangs he had adorned.
Seika's eyes grew in fear, and she winced at her hair, struggling to get fear, tears pricking her cheeks, "B-But, I come from royalty! People will know if I disappear!"
With such precise movements, Godfather Akuma leaned forward, and whispered, "I can make them disappear too."
With as much lethality as a lion, he clamped his jaws down around Seika's neck, his silver teeth tearing the flesh, blood blossoming on both of their clothes. She gasped for air, the sound wet and gargled as the blood entered her throat, and her body twitched, still slightly fighting for freedom. With a savage twist of his head, a sickening snap was heard, and Seika's body stopped twitching. Godfather Akuma let the limp girl fall to the floor, running his tongue over his teeth and lips, cleaning the blood off his skin. He spat the remains of her throat down on the girl's corpse, blood now soaking his shoes as his lion lapped up the pool thirstily. Blood dribbled down the leader's chin, clotting in his goatee and soaked in his clothes. He had his head tilted back, giving a harsh gritting laugh at his kill. And so the lion caught the gazelle.
"You've failed me again. May Lucifer have pity on your soul," Godfather Akuma said down to her corpse, and then curled his lips in a sneer, "Get this trash out of my sight. I hold no more desire to look at it. And everyone out of my chambers."
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Jaga stumbled back to his room, almost as if drunk. He was terrified. This certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen his father rip out a person's throat, and it for sure wouldn't be the last, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He couldn't stop thinking of Haruhi. And about what he had almost done to her.
Sure it had been an order, a mission from his father, one he couldn't believe at that, and he still was on edge about it. He never wanted to hurt Haruhi, or do anything bad to her.
He had gotten to her room late in the night, the bang of the shutters giving him away. She sprung from her bed, and that was when he had pounced, pinning her back down. Jaga had thought of himself as a steel, thinking he would've been able to do it. But as soon as he caught a glimpse of Haruhi's terrified round little face, he'd retreated, not able to even stand himself, feeling filthy. He shook his head, just wishing that he could've apologized in some way.
Opening the door to his room, he was surprised to find it well lit and not dark like usual. He also found it weird that there was a person on his bed, petting his jaguar. Another thing he found weird was that this person was a girl, a girl he knew all too well.
She looked over, red hair flouncing over her shoulder as she smirked up at him, fiery eyes narrowed, "Welcome back, kitty. Miss me?"
Time seemed to slow for Jaga, and he blinked several times, mainly to check if this were a dream. The woman in front of him was none other than his long last first love, Valerie. He remembered the last time they met, in an airport, with Valerie moving to America and Jaga being wounded that he was losing his best friend. He had years to make up for.
Jaga practically launched at her, tackling her to the bed, kissing her straight on the lips, hands finding any part of her to hold onto. He was kissing her lips, her jaw, her neck, anything within reach. He grunted when he felt her press a knife towards his crotch before whispering into her ear, "Slow down, kitty. Wouldn't want to have to neuter you."
Coming back into civilization, Jaga sat up, clearing his throat. Valerie leaned up on her elbows, twirling the knife around her fingers, smirking up at him, "It's bad enough that you didn't kiss me back at the airport, but now you're just attacking me. You animal."
Her voice was like silk, slow and sultry, just the way Jaga had thought of it back then. Valerie was short, not tall, but she was slender enough that she made it work for her, legs long for such a tiny girl. She reached a manicured hand over, ruffling the dark folds of Jaga's hair. Jaga purred obediently, "What are you doing here? Are you the guest?"
"That would be me," she nodded. "I came for my uncle's funeral, and I thought that you wouldn't mind hosting me here for a while, now would you kitty?" With each word, she was drawing him nearer, a finger hook in the neck of his shirt.
Jaga gulped, and shook his head, voice a little shaky, "Nope, nope, I-I wouldn't mind at all."
"Good," Valerie smirked, pulling him down with her on the bed.
By the way things were going, and how much they had to catch up on, Jaga knew that tonight would be a very interesting night indeed.
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(A/N: Sorry this isn't my best chapter, but hopefully it's good enough! And sorry for such a long wait, these last few weeks of school are so busy, but I'll be on break soon!)