A/N: I'm back!!! Sorry it took so long, I had to go do this every-other-weekendly thing last week, and then I got writer's block… so here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

*Chapter 6*

"… Let's play… the "Which One Is Hikaru" game!" the twins shouted, while the girls squealed in delight.

"Umm…. The one on the right is Hikaru!" one guest cried out.

"Bzzzzt!"

Akira walked by, a book in her hand.

"That game is ridiculous," she muttered to the twins, who frowned mockingly at her.

"Why, Akira," they admonished, as the guests started filing out. "Don't you know the merits to having twins in a Host Club?" Akira glanced up from her book, eyebrows raised.

"I never said that, it's just,-" she said, but Tamaki interrupted her as he came stampeding towards them.

"HIKARU, KAORU!" he roared, pulling out a laptop from nowhere, and quickly went onto the Host Club website.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" he shouted, as a picture of Haruhi naked popped up. Haruhi's jaw dropped open silently. "WHEN DID YOU TAKE NUDE PICTURES OF MY HARUHI!?"

The twins shrugged "Tono, don't be ridiculous, that's just a composite photo."

Tamaki sighed in relief, and then he quickly whispered,

"Then, can you make Haruhi wearing this dress?"

"Don't go into such low ideas, and go ask her yourself," Akira said dryly, and Tamaki straightened up, walking over to the statued Haruhi.

"Um… Haruhi… would you wear this?"

Haruhi gave him a glare, and he scurried off in fright. Then she sighed in exasperation.

"What do you think people to be?" she demanded towards the twins.

"That's easy," they replied. "Toys!"

Suddenly, a black door creaked open.

"…. Toys? If you want toys, go to the black magic club…" a figure in black whispered.

"…. Why is he talking through the door?" Haruhi said.

"Speaking of that door, since when has it been there?" Hikaru asked.

"Nekozawa-san doesn't like lit places," Akira replied to Haruhi's question.

"Don't get involved with that man," Tamaki said, creeping up on Haruhi. "You'll get cursed if you do."

"Do you have any proof of that?" Haruhi stated coolly.

"During the end of the year tests last year…" Tamaki started. "I accidently stepped on his doll, Belzenef, and then when I went to take the test, it was full of gibberish words!"

"You accidently took the Greek test," Kyoya said from his laptop.

"Than how do you explain two days later, my legs felt like lead?!?!"

"You just ran a marathon the day before, remember?"

Akira looked away from the bickering and saw Hikaru and Kaoru talking quietly to themselves, with evil grins on their faces.

"You're not scheming anything…." She started, but suddenly, Hikaru and Kaoru ran over to Nekozawa-who was watching Kyoya and Tamaki argue back and forth- and beamed his face with a flashlight. Nekozawa ran from the room, screaming.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, how could you!?!?" Tamaki cried, aghast. He ranted on, while the twins merely looked at each other, shrugged, and walked away.

"We're so bored," they said, sitting down. "Isn't there anything fun we can do?"

Tamaki, feeling neglected, went and cried over at his emo corner.

"Hey, Haruhi, can we have a favor?" They asked, ignoring the king. Haruhi was immediately suspicious.

"…What is it?"

"The next day we have break," Hikaru yawned.

"Can we come to your house?" Kaoru asked. Tamaki started listening, and Haruhi glared at them.

"No."

"No way at all?"

"No."

"But we're really interested in coming over!"

"No. You would just make fun of-,"

"I've long been thinking that I should go pay respects to Haruhi's family, too," Tamaki interrupted, waving his hand about in a dramatic fashion.

"No. Way. In. Hell." Tamaki went back to his corner again, weeping.

"What about you, Akira?" Kaoru asked.

"Why would you even get the slightest thought of coming over to my place?" she asked, glaring at them from her book.

"Fine, fine, here's a deal," Hikaru sighed. "If Haruhi misses in the "Which One Is Hikaru" game, than both of you have to let all of us come over to your places. Okay?"

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Fine."

The twins put on their hats and started spinning around. Finally, they stopped.

"Okay, which one is Hikaru, and which one is Kaoru?" they asked. Haruhi raised her eyebrows.

"The left is Kaoru, the right is Hikaru," she stated calmly.

"Bzzzzt! You got it wrong!"

"No I didn't" she scoffed. "You guys might look the same, but there is a difference. The twins stared at her, gaping.

"Wow! How can you tell them apart, Haru-chan?" Honey asked quizzically. Haruhi thought for a moment.

"Well…. I guess Hikaru's actions are ten percent more ornery than Kaoru's."

It was eerily quiet.

Kaoru burst out laughing.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Hikaru," he gasped. He started rolling on the floor, clutching his sides.

"Well," Hikaru scoffed, nose in the air. "I always express myself honestly, so Kaoru is the spiteful one." Kaoru immediately stood up.

"I'm the one always going along with your crazy ideas, Hikaru."

"I might be the one who suggests them, but you're the one who follows along, Kaoru. Why don't you just stop if you don't like them?"

The twins shot back snide insults back and forth, when Renge suddenly appeared out of the floor.

"Fantastic, fantastic!" she cried. "So lovely!"

"Errr…." Haruhi said.

"Stay out of this, otaku," the twins glared at her.

"How dare you say that to your manager!" she cried at the two figures walking away.

"I thought you said you were going home to France…" Haruhi said, sweatdropping.

"Haruhi-kun!" she cried out. Apparently, her love over Akira had vanished and she had switched over to Haruhi.

"They don't have any host clubs in France, yet," she stated with flowers in the air. Then they heard the twins' voices getting louder and louder.

"You're the one always getting in my bed, you pest!"

"That's because you always seem so lonely, Hikaru! I have no choice but to sleep next to you, idiot!

"Me? An idiot? You're worse in most of the classes!"

"Look who's talking!"

"Sicko!"

"Stupid!"

"YOU'RE MAMA WEARS TOO MUCH MAKE-UP!" they both roared at the same time.

"WE'RE THROUGH!"

Haruhi and Tamaki watched, dazed by their actions.


*The next day in Haruhi's class*

Haruhi took her books out of her bag. She sighed, thoroughly tired of all the ruckus the twins had made the other day. The classroom door opened, and she looked up to see Hikaru with pink hair.

"Good morning, Haruhi," he said, ignoring the astonished classmates.

"Hikaru? What did you to your hair?" she asked curiously.

"Starting today, I'll be the pink-haired one. I didn't want to be mixed up with that idiot, Kaoru," he sighed. "Doesn't it look good on me?"

"…"

Just then, Kaoru walked in with dyed blue hair.

"Good morning, Haruhi!" he said cheerfully.

"… You went with blue hair, Kaoru…?" Haruhi said, bemused.

"Last night I had the bliss of sleeping by myself," Kaoru continued, while Hikaru stonily walked over to his desk. "I had an awful nightmare, though. My hair had been dyed to this hideous shade of pink!"

Just as Kaoru was about to sit down, Hikaru casually extended a leg, and sent Kaoru and his chair crashing down. Haruhi, who was in the middle of them, sweat-dropped. Kaoru slowly looked over to Hikaru, who was staring at his nails. He then pushed Hikaru's chair down, too. The twins both stood up silently, and then war broke out between them. They threw everything they could find at each other, and Haruhi resignedly thought,

"This is torture.."


*Lunchtime*

The other Host Club members who weren't fighting, watched the twins order their meals at the exact same time.

"I want the A lunch."

"On second thought," they both snapped in unison to the wary chefs. "make it the B pasta with the D salad. No wait, the F soup with the duck- hold on, not that, make it the C salad with the sauce on the side!" Everyone near them cautiously edged away while the twins turned and glared at each other.

"STOP COPYING ME! I SAID STOP COPYING ME!"

"….They're even fighting in harmony…" Haruhi said.

"You two are still bickering?" Tamaki sighed, the model of perfection. "You're disgracing the Host Club, doing this."

"Okay!" Honey said, putting himself between the twins, who glared at him. "Let's all stop fighting, and we can share this peace cake!" Honey was oblivious to the fact that he was making things worse. "..But there's only one strawberry… you guys don't mind if I take it, right? I love strawberries!"

Mori silently walked over and whisked Honey away before the twins could kill him.

"Haruhi, what are you doing here?" Akira asked, on a more polite term with the girl than the other Host Club members.

".. I was worried about the twins, so I followed them here," the brunette sighed. "I wanted to eat in the classrooms… I only have a box lunch with me."

At the words "box lunch", Tamaki's mental theater went off again.

"Here's a spot to eat, Haruhi," Hikaru said, pulling out a chair for her.

"Oh, okay."

"What do you have in your lunch?"

"Just leftovers."

"Do you mind if you switch with me? I ended up ordering all of the stuff that I really hate."

Haruhi sighed and obeyed, but after the first bite, she instantly fell in love with the food. Tamaki zipped over to the pair.

"Well done, Hikaru. You can have my A lunch in exchange for that bento."

"What? No way."

"Haruhi," Kaoru called out, sitting next to the fascinated girl. "Do you want some of mine, too? Say 'Aahhh'." Right before the spoonful of chocolate pudding reached her mouth, Hikaru leaned over and chomped on the spoon.

"Go away," he said through his teeth. Silently enraged, Kaoru picked up his bowl of soup and hurled it at Hikaru, but he had ducked behind Tamaki, who got it full in the face. Everyone around them gaped, shocked. Quickly the war they had started in the classroom resumed, and Haruhi, sighing, picked up her box lunch.

"I think I'll go eat in the classroom, after all…"


Tamaki slumped down the wall in Music Room #3. Kyoya tapped away on his calculator, Honey gloomily looked at his piece of cake, and Mori watched him. Akira was starting another book. Haruhi had her head on the table, staring into space.

"If this continues," Kyoya started, readjusting his glasses. "We're going to have to stop the brotherly love package. The sales are going rapidly down because of this. By the way Haruhi," he looked over at the girl, who snapped back into reality. "You shouldn't feel any blame for this, even though it was you who started the insult about the twins."

"And refused to let them go to your house," Akira added, flipping a page.

"You refused, too!" Haruhi said, feeling pressured.

"I have my reasons that are perfectly normal. I need to study at home seriously everyday."

"Hika-chan and Kao-chan don't normally argue," Honey said mournfully, just as Haruhi opened her mouth to retort back. "I don't think it's ever happened before, right?"

"Ah."

"Really?" Haruhi looked over at them.

"We were in the same pre-school. I never talked to them because they weren't in my same year, but they always played together."

"I knew them since middle school," Tamaki nodded. "And they closed themselves off against everyone else."


*The next day*

There was no business in the club, because Hikaru and Kaoru were throwing everything they could at each other. Everyone else in the Host Club watched them fight.

"After this long…" Tamaki said shakily. "you two haven't even gotten over it? You guys are really putting us out."

"We're putting you out?!" Hikaru scoffed. "I'm the one that's put out! I have to look exactly like Kaoru! Look at this!" he pulled out a cursed doll that Nekozawa had given him. "If I write your name on this, then you'll be cursed forever, Kaoru! You deserve it!" he pulled out a marker and started writing, but Haruhi lost her temper.

"That's enough!" she shouted, and slapped the doll away from him. "You're BOTH to blame for this stupid fight!" she whacked both of them on the heads. "If you don't apologize to each other, you'll never, ever be able to come to my place! For as long as I'm alive!"

'Haruhi looks absolutely furious,' Akira thought. 'Surely, she doesn't think….'

Just then, the twins cracked into identical evil grins that gave Haruhi the shivers.

"…So," Kaoru said.

"If we make up, we can come to your place?" Hikaru finished. Suddenly, they were sobbing and hugging each other.

"I'm so sorry, Hikaru," Kaoru said. "Even if it was just a script, I said so many mean things!"

Haruhi looked down at the doll, which said,

"Loser!" and she realized it.

"It was fake!?!?!" Tamaki and Haruhi cried.


'They got me…' Tamaki and Haruhi both thought, exhausted.

"Was that enough, Kyoya?" the twins asked. Kyoya nodded.

"I think we'll earn a lot of profit out of that video," he said. Tamaki was immediately outraged.

"Kyoya!" he shouted. "Why didn't you say anything?!?!"

"Anyone who isn't completely dense would of figured it out, Haruhi, Suoh," Akira scoffed. She had figured out the twins were acting immediately. Mori and Honey had figured out somewhere in the middle.


"Let's play the "Which One Is Hikaru" game!" the twins cried out the next day, when the business was blooming again.

"The pink haired one is Hikaru?"

"Ding ding! We have a winner!"

Akira walked by.

"No, that's wrong, you guys switched today, didn't you?" she asked. The twins stared at her as if she grew ten extra eyes.

"…You're saying the one with the blue hair is Hikaru, and the one with the pink hair is Kaoru, Akira-kun?" a girl asked quizzically.

"Yeah," she smiled at the girl softly, and then glanced back at the twins.

"You guys are alike in a lot of ways," she said. "But you know, youaren't exact clones, and you should acknowledge that."

As she sat down to read a book, Kaoru stared after her, feeling a deep rush of respect for Akira Sohma.

A/N: Okay, the protagonist was set aside for a while… Akira will probably be center stage in the next chapter…. or the chapter after that… Hope you liked it~