-Simple Fiction-

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Renge sighed, burying her face in the pillow as she lay down on her manga donned bed. She couldn't believe she was going through with this. Hikaru-kun would kill her, she was going to ruin three pure minds and she didn't want her pride and joy getting sullied.

She sighed, thumping her head on the mattress. She was getting blackmailed by three children.

-x-

"Renge?" Hikaru's voice drifted from his kitchen as the babysitter pushed the unlocked front door ajar. He walked briskly out of the other room just as Renge was sitting down on the sofa, her bag in tow. She glanced up at him, stifling a snigger at the sight of him in a pink apron. He pouted childishly as she failed to hold it in and burst out laughing as he stuck his nose up in the air in a huff.

"Charming," he retorted huffily, "The girls just wanted to bake cookies."

Renge smiled sweetly as the two in question ran out of the room, adorning similar aprons, their hair tied back in little clips as the ran in front of her, smiling gleefully. "Renge-chan!" the squealed, "You have to try our cookies when they're ready!"

With that, Kaoru waltzed out of the room, in yet another apron- you'd think they'd at least have some other colour other than magenta?- sighing as he tried, fruitlessly, to get all of the cookie dough out of his fringe, pulling little bobbly bits of the hardening mixture out bit by bit. "I dont get what the problem is, Renge," he muttered, giving up on his hair, "I like the apron...Hey! I dont see why you're laughing!"

That did it, and then Hikaru was laughing helplessly too, the little girls giggling shamelessly at their indignant uncle too.

"Great," he mumbled, faux hurt seeping into his voice, "This must be 'bully Kaoru day' or something, huh?"

Hikaru patted him on the back, trying to at least calm himself a bit, "Go wash your hair or something."

Kaoru grumbled, leaving the room, yanking at his hair a bit more. Hikaru grinned, turning to Renge, who was still laughing a bit. He looked her up and down, before bluntly pointing out, "You have no big bag today. Did you get the message?"

Renge sighed. "My manga is precious. I dont feel comfortable not knowing if it is safe with you two," she told him simply.

"Ah, okay. Would you like some tea or something?" he asked, waving at the kitchen, in which a bomb had probably exploded.

She laughed, "Ah, no thanks."

"Suit yourself."

-x-

The minute Hikaru and Kaoru left...again, Renge was bombarded by three children immediately, all screaming so loud that it was incomprehensible. "Quieten down already," she told them, raising her voice over the excitement. "What do you want?"

Ami grinned impishly. "You didn't forget, did you?"

Renge then remembered the blackmail. She sighed. "No, I didn't."

The three children grinned as Renge took the offending items out of her hiding place- a place Hikaru would never dare look. The children chuckled in glee-not understanding the trauma they were about to be submitted to- as she distributed the items.

Renge face palmed as the children ran off to their rooms. 'What have I done?'

-x-

Kaoru definitely knew this woman. Something in the depths of his mind told him that Hikaru should know her too, but Hikaru was being stupidly unobservant and unknowing so he couldn't ask him if he could recall her. The woman was now looking through all the cloth they had given her, chuckling at the obscene patterns of jade.

"They're lovely. I presume you have a model?"

Hikaru double took. "You want a model too?" he asked, exasperated at her neediness, but not showing it as much. Kaoru cocked his head to one side, examining her thoroughly. She moved away slightly, the first sign of uncertainty shown since the first meeting.

This was proving to be interesting.

"Miss, couldn't you model for us?" Kaoru asked sweetly.

The reaction was delightful. She squirmed in her seat before exclaiming- "No! Its your job to find a suitable model and I couldn't see myself modelling, could I?"

Defensive. Excellent.

He ignored the strange look Hikaru was giving him and continued his pestering. "But, Miss, we could place mirror's around the place. Or we'd be taking photographs," he smiled impishly, "You would be perfectly capable, and also it would be better to see yourself wearing the scarf, am I right?"

The woman sweated a bit before regaining her cool slightly and scowling at the younger twin. "I told you! I'll walk if I have to model!"

Trapped. Easy.

Kaoru then smiled sweetly."Understood. I'll be sure to find one for you then."

Hikaru nudged him, exasperated, before quickly muttering in his little brother's ear- "We dont have a model!"

"Dont worry," Kaoru whispered back, "Leave it to me. Go on without me" And with that, she stood up and followed the woman on her way out of the room, leaving a very confused Hikaru behind, scratching his head and wondering what half cracked plan his younger had come up with now.

-x-

Hikaru came home, to a set of disturbed children and a sheepish babysitter, each one of them with a question.

"Daddy, what's 'Hard Yaoi'?"

"Daddy, you never told us that you and Uncle Kaoru had a incestuous relationship in high school! Thats cheap! Why didn't you tell us!"

"Heh, Hikaru-kun. Would you be mad if I said that I actually did bring my manga with me?"

"Daddy?" He received a tug on his sleeve.

"Y-yes Cami?"

"Can I have a bra to hide things in like Renge-chan's?"

There was silence.

"I am going to kill you, Otaku..."

-x-

"Miss?"

The woman who never took her sunglasses off, even though it was raining, turned around to face the younger twin. "What do you want?"

"I'm coming for tea tomorrow, Miss."

"Why?"

"Hikaru."