Barbies Are All Different on the Inside

By:Guiltshow

Disclaimer:I do not own. I do, however, love most pairings of Haruhi with anyone one of the Host Club members.

"Hika-chan! I wanna play with the Barbie!" A little girl whined as she pulled at the older Hitachiin's shirt.

"Not now, squirt. Can you see what tacky clothing she is wearing? Its really not flattering." Snapped an annoyed twin as he sat indian-style on the floor with a Barbie in hand. He ignored her pleas and cries as he tried to find suitable clothing for her.

"But-but-but..." Big, green eyes began to tear up as she began to stutter.

"Just shut up, and be quiet. It will only take a minute. Seriously, I can't see how you put this color with this pattern. What are you, stu-OW!"

"Hikaru! You little, spoiled BEAN! Don't treat Anko-chan like that. Are you okay, Anko-chan?" A large lady began to shout before turning sickly sweet to the crying little girl. She snatched the half-clothed Barbie from Hikaru's hand and handed it to the girl.

"Y-Y-Yes...Miyuki-san." The girl squeaked as she hugged the Barbie.

"Aw. You poor little girl. If Hikaru is mean to you again, you come and get me." Giving a death glare that would have impressed Renge, she left the two alone.

"Yes, ma'am." Anko called out before sticking her tongue out at Hikaru. "You dope." She teased as Hikaru got angry with each giggle.

"Spawn of Satan." Hikaru mumbled as he began to clean up their mess, throwing a matching top at Anko. She happily put on the top and began to play with her Barbie.

"Hika-chan, lets go to the mall." Anko said, pretending it was the doll. He was about to protest, before the portly woman gave a him another look. He picked up the Ken doll and sighed.

"Alright, Haruhi. Lets go." Hikaru sighed as they pretended to shop for clothing.

The real, life-sized Haruhi was amazed. Well, not really amazed...more like shocked. It was odd to even think of Hikaru playing with cheap, plastic dolls. She tried not to laugh, and it wasn't hard. The poor girl was just shocked, as she leaned against the doorway.

"Hika-chan, you are the coolest boyfriend ever."

"Like wise, Haruhi." Hikaru sighed as he refused to beat the Ken doll into his skull. How embarrassing was it - You opened up to the kid for one second, and now she is determined to remind you of love interest for every single time he came.

He couldn't even comprehend why he even made it a habit. He just felt...like he was only one person here.

Hikaru sat up straight and looked over at Miyuki. She was the only one who knew who he was. The kids thought he was just a random playmate, but Miyuki fully knew of his status. She made sure not to go easy on him. After all, it was his mother's request to do volunteer work at the day care.

"Hika-chan..." The young Anko began to say before she spotted Haruhi. "AH The real Haruhi!" She squealed, and ran over to her. Hikaru refused to look.

"Ha-Ha-Haruhi?" He slowly turned around, instantly regretting it. Here she was...in a cute outfit! Alas, it wasn't fair for our favorite Hitachiin. He got up slowly and tried not to stare at Haruhi...wearing a skirt...and a tanktop. She looked...so girly. Tacky, but girly, none-the-less.

"Hikaru?" She blinked, as she smiled down at the squealing girl. "Hello there...?"

"Anko! Anko! My name is Anko!" Hyperactively shouted the little toddler as she clung onto Haruhi's legs. "Hika-chan has told me soooo much about you. And how you were his girlfriend. He said that you liked tuna and were really, really pre-" HIkaru flew his hand over the little squirt's mouth.

"You brat...Ah. Ah. Haruhi. Kids...they have such imagination these days. I told her you were a girl...who was a friend. Ahaha..ha..ha." He laughed awkwardly as he threw Anko to the side.

"Okay?" Haruhi said slowly with confusion. She barely got out of the way as the large woman thwacked the side of Hikaru, glaring at him before flashing a smile at Haruhi.

"Ah. So you are the infamous Haruhi!" She said in delight as she pinched Haruhi's cheeks. "I feel awfully sorry for you to know this little raddish." She patted her hands and picked up Anko. "Go, go Hikaru before I actually make you come here."

Hikaru grinned weakly, and Haruhi was again shocked. Where was his confidence? Where was his plotting-self? She almost died as Hikaru squatted to be the same height as Anko, who was about to cry.

"Ah. Anko-chan. Don't worry. I'll be back soon, kay?" Anko nodded as she held the Barbie and the Ken doll. Both had clothes that Haruhi had never seen before in the Mattel industry. "Bye Miyuki-san. Bye Anko-chan!" He waved, his eyes flashing slightly with sadness before he left, Haruhi following.

"Hey...Hikaru. What were you -"

"Haruhi, lets go get something to eat." Hikaru said with cheeriness, as he began to smile like his old self. It was different from the time she spend watching him handle the little girl in the day care.

"O-okay." She said carefully before she followed him into a bistro. Man, she had been almost everywhere this break. They sat down, and Hikaru was being flirtacous with the waitress as she quickly brought them what they had requested. Haruhi was stumped. Why did she feel like this wasn't the real Hikaru anymore?

"So, Haruhi. What were you doing in the neighbor hood?" He nonchantly questioned as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh. Yes. Um...honestly. Your brother was worried about you." She said with balant honesty, as she swirled her tea around.

"Kaoru...I see." He said, still smiling.

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Stop that."

"What are you talking about Haruhi?"

"Stop smiling if you don't mean it."

There was silence at this as Hikaru refused to look at Haruhi.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, its just. You looked so happy with that little girl."

"Ha. That little demon? I doubt it. I swear she always pulls my hair and kicks me in the shins. I frankly find that far from happiness."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Should I ask you why you are even there?"

"Nope."

"Hikaru..."

And then it came. Hikaru's child-like nature came bursting out. It was every little insecurity and unwelcomed emotion formed into one bad fault.

"I don't see why you care anyway. What will happen, huh? You will go tell Kaoru, and after that you will forget!" He said with bitterness. "You really don't care about anything that isn't convient for you. Thats how I see it. AND don't you dare go and slap me, again. You just go and leave me alone, you go it? Alone. Is it bad for me wanting to be known as only Hikaru? Not as a pair? Not as only half of a whole? Please forgive me, for being selfish."

Hikaru repeated his mistake, step after step. He got up and he began to walk. He refused to apologize. Why would he even tell her half of those things? Why was she always so...special? Why did he feel the urge to tell her everything? It wasn't very fair.

"Fair, my ass." He mumbled as he got farther away from the one person outside of his family that he cared about.

Then he felt water. Droplets of water falling from the sky.

"Shit..." And he ran back as it thundered and lightning, rumbling the earth with vibrations. "Talk about irony..."

There was Haruhi, just standing there in the rain, slightly shocked and confused. Her knees were weak and she couldn't move. She was on the corner, where it was the last she saw of Hikaru before she lost sight of him.

She felt an hand against her own and felt it entwine with her own small hand. There was Hikaru as he pulled her shaken body forward guiding her to the nearest covered seating facility. They sat there in the park, Hikaru's arm now winding around her shoulder as she pressed against him from fear of the looming sky.

"Hikaru..." She squeaked. "I'm sorry." She kept her eyes shut, and huddled closer to the crimson twin.

"Hmm." Was all she could hear. He knew it as well. He knew that saying sorry was worthless. She somehow knew he was sorry. And through his stupid outburst, he was rewarded.

As the rain settled down, and it faded away, Hikaru felt courage rise from within him.

"Haruhi..." He spoke softly. "About a year ago, I began to vist the daycare. At first, it was just to do some prototyping with Mom's clothing on their Barbie dolls; she wanted to see how commoners reacted to her clothing on little, plastic toys. It was just...so nice. You know, to be known as only Hikaru. I guess...I felt like an individual."

"You shouldn't tell me that. You should tell Kaoru that." Haruhi simply stated as she got up. "Hikaru, you are so much different from Kaoru. You aren't alike except for your physical appearance. Believe me - you both are different."

Hikaru got up as well, and grinned. It was that grin of mischievousness, and he bent down and kissed her. "Yes, yes Haruhi!" He exclaimed as he waved goodbye to her.

"That bastard..." She said scornfully, but couldn't help but smile.

On her way home, she decided to lock herself in her room and study. She now had equally shared a moment with the Host Club members, and now she needed to relax and focus the rest of her vacation before she had to go back to the place she had wonderfully dubbed 'Hell'.

A/N-I don't think Hikaru was too out of character. Maybe a few moments, but I have proof to back up most of his actions. Aha?

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