I'm sorry, I lied. After this chapter will be the Christmas special chapter. Also, I promise there won't be any Rogue One spoilers, so feel free to read without worry. Also, headcanon that the twins used a lot of their free time to read comic books. Other headcanon that they watched the Star Wars films and TV shows like we watch anime. Turns out, they are all nerdy shits.

Give me a shot at the night

Give me a moment, some kinda mysterious.

"Oh, come on Missy, I know you. You can give me more than that," Myles chided from where he stood.

As soon as the Russian photographer had returned from his sister's nuptials, they had quickly transitioned from frequent fittings and marking sessions, to the shoots that would produce the pictures necessary for an upcoming magazine interview.

The interview, given by a major publication from Tokyo, was about the changes the Hitachiin brand would face as they took their industry global. As such, it heavily featured the young twin designers, and their newest model and inspiration that would help them transition into the western market.

Having already done all her individual pictures, the young model had only to complete the shoot that also featured Hikaru and Kaoru.

Unfortunately, that was proving to be more difficult than she anticipated.

She should have expected that they wouldn't make it easy for her, considering their impish natures.

Whenever she stood next to them, they would make sure to secretly poke or pester her from wherever they stood, keeping their motions out of the view of Myles' camera.

They were currently seated on a stark white square table against a white backdrop, white flooring beneath them and a red carpet running perpendicular to the cube-like table. Her dress was form fitting and trailed a few inches onto the ground. The entire back was red lace, the same red as the rest of her dress and her lipstick. It was vibrant and bright against the clean surface of the set. Meanwhile, both Hitachiin's were dressed in identical black suits, cut perfectly to their athletic figures, and red button down shirts, open at the collar, to match her dress.

"The only way to make this look balanced is to put her in the middle," Myles said to one of the technicians, gesturing for Missy to move back to the center.

Missy gulped, knowing that it was the most dangerous place on the entire set, allowing for both twins to have easy access to the exposed skin of her waist and back.

"Come on, Missy-chan," Kaoru cooed from where he stood on her right.

"Yeah, we don't bite," Hikaru purred after her as both brothers wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to the table.

"Unless you want us to," the younger twin offered with an impish smirk.

Myles tutted in response. "Too close, you two. This is professional. Think flirtatious, not seductive."

"We're sorry," they both apologized to the photographer who only glared in reply. He knew exactly what they were doing, but there was little he could do to stop them. After all, they were required for the image and photoshopping them in later would wreak havoc on his schedule and give him an awkward picture at best.

"Come on, Missy, look alive. Do I need to play music to get you to wake up?" he insisted, putting his camera down for a minute.

The model perked up at the offer. "Oh, please. Could you? You know how it always gets me out of my funk if you play something for a few minutes," she pleaded at the older man.

One of the blonde assistants at his side quickly spoke into her headset. "Can we get The Killers greatest hits album over the speakers?" she requested. She was, fortunately, a polyglot, allowing for her to communicate easily with Myles and the rest of the staff.

"What track?" came the reply from another technician.

"Just start at the beginning!" Missy chirped from where she stood.

"Galubchik," Myles stated affectionately from where he stood. "Let the red imply the flirting for you, ya? I need soft from you."

Missy hummed as she heard the music over the speakers. Renewed energy coursed through her veins and she smiled sweetly. "Of course, Myles. I am a professional," she purred, shooting a pointed look at both twins.

In a lot of ways, this shoot was easier for Missy. It was a smaller space with few changes required. It was also an incredibly short shoot, lasting only a couple of hours. Because of that, she wasn't fighting any other model for space or time with a makeup artist. The brunette had to admit that working with the Hitachiin brand was certainly better than having to bounce from label to label for each shoot.

"What's this song?" Hikaru asked.

Missy had hoped that they would understand by now that modeling was actually a serious profession, and not the place to carry on a conversation, so she ignored his question.

Hikaru poked her. "Hey. What's this song?"

"Somebody told me," she hissed through gritted teeth.

"I like it," both twins replied evenly, their attention flitting back to Myles in hopes of avoiding the Russian's wrath at the lack of their focus.

"Kaoru-kun," Missy warned through gritted teeth, making sure to keep her smile soft and playful, "move your hand out of my dress or I will do it for you."

"I'm just posing like I'm supposed to," he replied innocently, his hand still placed on her back through the open slit around her spine.

"Why did it have to be lace?" she groaned, using the sentence to transition to a soft pout.

Myles smiled from where he stood. "That's lovely, sweetheart," he called, continuing to take pictures rapidly.

"You said you liked lace," Hikaru muttered impishly, reminder her of the comment she had made during the fashion show.

"We're just trying to please you," Kaoru purred.

The photographer took a step closer to them, gesturing for one of the light designers to change cues. "Missy, sit up there and angle to your right. Kaoru, sit behind her on that side, Hikaru on the other, facing opposite directions. Lean right up against her, angle your face just barely towards me," he chattered, moving his hands to direct them.

Missy, ever the professional, did not whine about the fact they would only use this opportunity to torment her. Instead, she complied and hoped that the two could be serious long enough for them to get the shot the photographer wanted.

As they moved into their next poses, she was surprised to find that neither twin had done anything to her. In fact, their gazes were focused intently on the camera as they put their hands in their hair, mirror images of each other.

"Well, princess, are you pleased?" they both asked from where they sat, amber eyes open for the camera.

She didn't say anything in reply, instead allowing herself to focus on what she needed to do. She threw her shoulders back and arched her spine, bending one line across her stomach as she turned her head to her best side.

"Lovely," Myles called as his camera clicked away. He put it down and looked at them approvingly for a minute before calling, "Okay, that's a wrap!"

Missy cheered and slid off the table, landing right on the train of her dress. With a gasp, she began to tumble to the ground, only to have an arm grab her on either side of her. Startled, the twins pulled her back up to the table.

"Wow, you're even more clumsy than I thought," Hikaru snorted as he let go of her arm.

Kaoru nodded in agreement as he removed his arm from the other side, hopping off the fixture in the process. "You're almost as bad as Tono."

The brunette wrinkled her nose. "I'm nowhere near as clumsy as Tamaki-senpai. I have never tripped on a banana peel."

"For now," they both teased as they turned away, headed for their dressing rooms to change out of their clothes so that they could go home.

Twenty minutes later, Missy heard a knock on her dressing room door. Throwing the used makeup wipe in her hand into the nearest trash bin, Missy beckoned for whomever was at her door to enter.

With a click of the handle, Hikaru and Kaoru pushed open her door, their coats over their shoulders as they appraised the girl in front of them. "No offense, but you look totally different without makeup."

Kaoru elbowed his brother in the ribs swiftly in an attempt to cut him off. Missy only snorted in reply. "That's kind of the point," she deadpanned, zipping up her makeup bag.

"Is that what you're wearing to the premiere?" the younger twin asked, a disapproving look on her jeans and band t-shirt.

She looked at them in bewilderment. "What premiere? I never heard anything about a premiere!" she said as she reached for her phone, flipping through her messages.

"You didn't think we would miss the premiere for Rogue One, did you?" Kaoru asked incredulously. He looked absolutely appalled at the thought of missing the newest edition to the Star Wars canon.

It was then that Missy noticed their matching Darth Vadar t-shirts.

Thinking quickly, the model shoved her phone into her bag. "What time does it start?"

"The showing is at eight," Hikaru told her. "So we need to leave now."

Missy gasped in reply. "No, we can't! I don't have my Storm trooper shirt! I can't go to a Star Wars premiere without the proper attire!"

With a grin, Kaoru pulled a white shirt from his messenger bag. He tossed the fabric at her lightly, which she caught in her hand. She unfurled it to find that it was her storm trooper shirt, signed by Mark Hamill himself. It was a long white shirt that displayed the mask of a clone from Episode IV. Mark Hamill's signature was across the helmet. She had hoped to one day add the signatures of other cast members, but so far had been unsuccessful. "Where did you get this?" she asked, eyeing the fabric suspiciously, checking for any signs of the itching powder they had used on Tamaki her first week at Ouran.

"From your closet. You own a lot of t-shirts," both twins replied with an identical shrug.

"Now hurry and put it on so we can go," Kaoru whined, still standing in her doorway. She raised her eyebrows at both of them, making a shooing motion with her hand.

They stared at her blankly. Finally, she gave up. "Just get out!" she shouted as she pushed them back into the hallway, slamming the door behind them. Missy stripped her t-shirt off in record time, throwing the beloved signed tee over her slender frame. Digging into her makeup bag, she quickly put a tinted moisturizer on her dry skin and applied mascara to her long lashes. She didn't want to look completely homeless at the premiere. All the other nerds would make fun of her.

Shutting her dressing room door behind her, she was greeted by the twins cheshire like grins. "You know, I never would have imagined that you two would be into Star Wars," she commented as she threw her bag over her shoulder and started to french braid her hair.

"Let's just say Hikaru and I used to have a lot of free time when we were younger. So we needed to find ways to entertain ourselves, and that included exploring the comic book Universe." The three continued their path down the hallway until they reached the exit door, pushing it open to meet the frigid air of the night.

Missy suppressed a shiver as she tucked her arms around her body, tying off the end of her braid. "And by comic books, you mean . . . ?"

Hikaru flashed his brother a look. "I knew she was just going to make fun of us."

"I'm not making fun of you! I'm just trying to figure out if you mean Marvel and DC, or if we're strictly limited to the Star Wars 'no longer canon' universe," she supplied indignantly. "I don't have the right to make fun of someone for reading comic books, considering how many Green Arrow and Spiderman comics I have," she grinned at them, a smug look on their faces.

"There's no way-"

"That a model-"

"Likes comic books," Kaoru finished as they crossed towards where their driver was waiting for them. "According to popular culture, you shouldn't even be able to read."

"Maybe she likes the pictures," Hikaru suggested.

"I resent that," she replied as she opened the door for herself, ignoring the chauffeur that was moving from the other side of the vehicle.

"Kaoru?"

"Yeah?" the younger twin asked, turning his attention to his brother as the model slid into her seat in their waiting limo.

"Can we keep her?"

Kaoru laughed before following their pet into the car, a grin on his handsome features. They watched as she turned on her phone, flipping through her notifications with disinterest. The light lit up her face in the dark interior of the vehicle, but she didn't seem to notice how the attention of the two boys kept flickering back to that light source as they drove in silence. A worried look would cross her face sporadically, but it would disappear just as quickly.

After a few minutes, Missy looked up from her phone, having deleted all the annoying emails and marked the ones she would need to go over at a later time. "Are we picking up Haruhi-chan?"

"No, the boss said he would pick her up and meet us there," Hikaru supplied as he gazed out the window. Missy didn't miss the slightly bitter edge to his tone.

"And by 'us' you mean?"

"The whole club," Kaoru answered, as though that should have been obvious.

Missy grumbled as she leaned back into her seat, opening up her pinterest app to look at pictures of dogs.

"How come you only requested us twice this week?" Kaoru asked from his seat. "You lost the bet," he reminded her.

The brunette didn't look up from her phone. "You cheated, so I decided to compromise. Besides, I had already told Tamaki-senpai that I would request him on Monday. Do you think he would have let me go to a different host?" There was a smugness to her voice when she spoke. That, of course, had been her plan from the beginning. She knew once the senior saw her name on his designee list, he wouldn't relinquish her easily. The princely character was surprisingly possessive of his clientele.

"I didn't cheat."

"Whatever you say, Kaoru-kun."

Hikaru rolled his eyes at their antics. Missy was almost as stubborn as he was, and Kaoru was no match for that kind of willpower. All three of them knew that she wasn't conceding victory at that point, she was just subtly telling him to shut up because there was nothing he could do about it.

A few minutes later they found themselves outside their favorite theatre, the same one they had gone to a few weeks prior. There were crowds of people pushing towards the door, tickets in hand, dressed in their Star Wars paraphernalia. As they approached the entrance, they were stopped by an accurately sized yoda and Chewbacca.

The small yoda cheered as the twins approached, their model in tow. "Masu-chan! Masu-chan, you're here!"

Missy smiled as she reached the group, recognizing the University student in his costume. "Hani-senpai, I like your costume. But, you know that yoda isn't in this movie, right?"

The upperclassman's eyes watered. "H-He's not?" he questioned, his lips quivering. "But he's my favorite, Masu-chan. He's just like me!" he wailed at the girl.

"Mitskuni," said the wookie next to him, the voice distorted from the mask of the costume.

"Mori-senpai?"

"How can you breathe in that thing?" the twins questioned, touching the costume as if to check the quality. They quickly realized that it was going to be incredibly hot in that outfit and they wondered how long it would be until Mori removed the headpiece at least.

"Masu-chan!" Hani wailed as he jumped into the brunette's arms. Missy had to take a step back to catch him, narrowly avoiding falling herself.

Missy shushed him and set him back down. "Hani-senpai, how about we go inside and pick out some treats for the movie?" she suggested, praying that the concession stands wouldn't be long.

His entire countenance changed immediately as he grabbed the girl's hand and tugged her inside the theatre. "That's a great idea, Masu-chan!"

Kaoru and Hikaru observed the two before sighing and following their senior into the theatre, handing their tickets over to the harried teen at the counter. Mori-senpai followed behind silently, his focus trained on his cousin who was in line at concessions.

"So do you think the boss is already in there with Kyoya-senpai and Haruhi?" Hikaru asked his brother. The two were looking around the lobby for their classmates, but couldn't find them in the hoard of people.

"Probably. You know how he is. Senpai probably wanted to make sure that he got to sit with his 'darling daughter' for the movie."

"Why didn't we just watch this at home, in our theatre?" Hikaru whined as the moved towards the concessions lines, a few people between them and their friends. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he sauntered forward, annoyance flickering on his face. They could hear Hani pointing at all the candy in the aisle, telling Missy that he wanted 'that one, that one, and those too!' in his exuberant voice. The model stood patiently beside him, her hand grasped tightly in his as she held the candy he had picked out. Kaoru watched the girl intently, surprised at her patience with the enthusiastic nature of their friend.

"So, Mori-senpai, what's your take on Missy-san?" Hikaru asked, pulling the younger twin from his thoughts.

The upperclassman looked over at the model. His gaze softened and a slight smile graced his lips. He liked watching her stand beside Mitskuni. She stood by him patiently, filling a role similar to his own, and he appreciated her compassion and affection for the sweets-loving lolita. "Hmm."

"Well put, Mori-senpai," Kaoru agreed with a short laugh, his attention back to the brunette and the short blonde.

After buying their snacks, they moved towards their designated theater, only ten minutes until the previews were set to start. Missy was still being dragged along by Hani, while the twins and Mori followed closely behind, snacks in hand.

Looking at their tickets, they found their designated row. In the last lounger, Haruhi sat next to Tamaki. She was dressed as princess Leia, complete with ridiculous cinnamon bun braids, while Tamaki sat next to her, chatting animatedly. He wore a leather vest over a white shirt, obviously cosplaying as Han Solo. Kyoya sat on his left, his attention on the tablet in his hands, seemingly unaware of the empty seat next to him. The rest of the club filed in, Mori and Hani taking the nearest empty lounger, Hikaru and Kaoru following behind.

Missy glared at the open seat next to Kyoya, silently willing one of the other hosts to move over so that she wouldn't have to sit next to the dark haired senior. Unfortunately, Hani was the only one to notice. "What's wrong, Masu-chan? There's an empty seat between me and Kyo-chan," he offered with a wide grin.

"That's what's wrong," she mumbled under her breath as she took the empty seat, angling her body as far away from Kyoya as possible, glad to have the armrest between them.

Kyoya took this opportunity to glance up for just a moment at her, his gaze quickly returning to his work. "Masumi-san, what a pleasure it is to see you here."

The model could barely contain her annoyance. Even now, he continued to taunt her by using her given name. He had no sense of loyalty or discretion when it came to others. She took a deep breath, trying to fight back the barrage of insults on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she turned her attention to Haruhi. "Haruhi-chan, I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't know you were a Star Wars fan," she offered brightly.

"I'm not."

"Oh, well then why are you dressed as-"

"So that she can match her dearest father!" Tamaki interrupted, batting his eyes at Haruhi in the process. "And doesn't my little girl look just adorable as the space princess?"

Missy had to grin at that. "So how did you end up dressed as Leia?"

Haruhi flushed at the memory of what she had found on her doorstep when she had gotten home. "The twins' damn maids were waiting for me. They forced me into this," the honor student growled.

"We tried to put her in the slave Leia outfit-" Kaoru interrupted, an innocent smile on his face.

"You know, the metal bikini-" Hikaru continued.

"But the boss just wouldn't go for it."

Tamaki cried out indignantly, fire in his eyes as he turned towards the twins. "That's because my precious little girl should not be dressed like that in front of you shady twins!" he wailed. The twins only grinned in reply, enjoying getting a rise out of the senior. They snickered in their seats as the lights in the theater began to flicker.

"Tamaki, if you are quite done making a scene, the movie is about to start, so would you please shut up?" Kyoya said, steel in his voice.

Missy raised her eyebrows in shock as Tamaki whimpered in his seat. "But mommy . . ."

"No."

"Wow, Kyoya-senpai. I didn't think you would care about these movies at all," Haruhi commented from her seat, ignoring the blonde as he tried to crawl into her lap to hide.

Kyoya pushed his glasses further up on his nose before replying. "I don't. While the original trilogy holds a somewhat nostalgic value to me, I could care less about the expanded universe."

"That explains why you're not dressed up," Missy observed acidly. "Fun-killer."

Kyoya opened his mouth to reply, but the lights chose that moment to shut off and the senior quieted immediately, his focus turned to his screen after turning off his tablet with a sigh.

For the next two and a half hours, the entire host club (plus Missy) found themselves watching in silence as the tale was unfolded before them. They laughed and cheered with the rest of the audience, and cried when the moment was right.

As the closing credits began to appear alongside the much loved theme, the lights turned back on in the theatre and everyone (Kyoya included) relinquished a sigh of contentment at the obvious feat of filmmaking.

Standing up from her seat, Missy grabbed Haruhi by the wrist and dragged her classmate with her, muttering to the other hosts that they needed to use the bathroom.

"Missy-chan, why did you bring me here? I don't need to go to the bathroom," Haruhi asked, completely vexed with the model's actions.

"I don't need you, per se," she called from her bathroom stall. "But I didn't want to go alone."

"Fine," Haruhi conceded, waiting patiently by the hand dryers.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Missy's arm was grabbed by a hand. She looked up in shock, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, before realizing that it was Kyoya's hand. "What?" she hissed at him, shaking out of his grip.

Kyoya turned towards the rest of the club and flashed them a pleasant smile. "Please, continue on without us. We'll rejoin you in a moment, I just need to go over something with Masumi-san," he promise.

Hikaru and Kaoru shared a look before nodding as they grabbed Haruhi by the arms, dragging her with them as they walked towards the exit, Tamaki chasing after them, demanding that they release his daughter. They, being the mischievous devils they were, only stuck out their tongues in reply.

"What do you want, Kyoya-senpai?" Missy asked, her blue eyes sending him a withering stare.

The senior looked unperturbed by her actions as he glared back at her. "It may surprise you to know this, but I am looking out for you."

She couldn't help but laugh in reply at this. Really? He was helping her? How? By sharing her identity? Anonymity and a disconnection from her past was the only thing that could keep her safe. "Really? Enlighten me," she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kyoya exhaled, obviously annoyed at her lack of trust. "Consider this, Masumi-san. You're going to be here for at least the next two years, per your contract. You can no longer afford to bounce around and live the free-spirited life you once did."

"Free-spirited?" she scoffed at him.

He continued on, unruffled by her interruption. "The fact is, if you want to make friends, real friends, then you have to start being yourself. And that includes, not hiding your past from the people you choose to share your time with. If you continue to act like your past doesn't exist, you will never be able to truly trust these people. And as someone who knows these fools, there is nobody I would rather trust my life with," he finished before quickly turning around and stalking off towards the exit.

Missy took a shaky breath, leaning against the wall for support. What he said had bothered her, because a part of her knew he was right, as much as it pained her to admit. She couldn't expect these people to know and trust her if she wasn't honest with them about who she was. She slid down the wall, sinking into the ground as moviegoers passed her by, not sparing a glance her direction. Missy shielded her eyes, obviously rattled by what Kyoya had said.

She never imagined that Kyoya would be the one to suggest opening up to others, considering his naturally closed off nature. But, of the host club, he had known her the longest, memories stemming back from early childhood.

A stressful and dangerous childhood that she had to grow out of far too quickly.

"Missy-chan?" came a tentative voice from above her.

Uncrossing her arms, she looked up. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and her face was flushed. "Kaoru-kun?" she asked, biting her lip, hoping that her guess was correct.

The boy nodded as he reached his hand out to help her up. She took it gratefully, mumbling a hasty thank you as she rubbed her eyes with her hand.

The young designer gave her a sympathetic look. "Senpai really did a number on you, didn't he?" he asked as he nudged her towards the exit, his hand on her back. It felt warm and comforting to her, so she didn't shrug him off like she normally would have.

"Yeah, something like that," she admitted as she pushed open the exit door, slipping outside into the dark night. She looked across the parking lot, noticing the limo waiting for them. "You came back for me?" she asked, surprised to find that the rest of the hosts were not in sight. He must have come back alone.

"I know how scary Kyoya-senpai can be sometimes. I figured might need a little help getting back after he said whatever he had to say," he admitted, pointing towards their waiting vehicle. "Hikaru's already inside."

"But, when it comes to Kyoya," he continued, "I trust him with my life. He's cold and manipulative, but he's also fiercely loyal. He's saved all of our asses plenty of times. There are few people I would rather have on my side."

Missy nodded as she shivered against the cold. She could see her breath, the warmth fogging up as it left her body in puffs of air. What he said made sense to her. Kyoya seemed cold hearted and closed off, but part of her wondered if that was just a facade. After all, it would take a lot to have the kind of implicit trust that the rest of the club seemed to have in him. She wondered if she was acting rashly in trying to fight the senior.

Shrugging out of his coat, Kaoru quickly placed it around her shoulders, much to her surprise. "Kaoru-kun-"

"Don't worry about it," he interrupted. "I'm fine."

Missy swallowed thickly, hating the fact that she appreciated his kind gesture. She also hated that his coat was warm and smelled like him. Like spicy peppermint. "Thank you," she offered shakily, pulling the coat tight against her body. It felt . . . comforting. And that frightened her just a little bit.

"You're welcome."

The chauffeur came around, opening Missy's door before she had the chance to do it herself, a grin on the older man's face. "Thank you," she told him. He tipped his hat at her, his smile widening as she slid inside the warm vehicle, Kaoru sliding in after her.

She didn't give his coat back to him for the rest of the night.

But of course, he never asked for it.

-Wri