The second one-shot in Target Locked. :D
I always wondered how the twins would treat their employees with their common sense of insanity. xP (I'm also going on the fact that most of the employees are girls.)
Warning for some twincest suggestiveness (as per usual) and normal sorts of brotherly love.
Disclaimer: I dun own Ouran High, nor the twins, nor the Hitachiin company.
Employees were rather useful in the category of "being useful." They did everything and anything that their boss demanded, besides the several illogical requests that often were made. But, nothing was impossible to force people to do. Since, obviously, the Hitachiin had money and used that money well.
Especially the two devil twins.
Most of the employees had wished fervently that the two weren't going to inherit the family business, since they were boys and girls normally were the heirs. (But that was such an obvious excuse.) Their unified hopes were effectively decreasing as their mother found unequaled, unrivaled talent in them, and two heirs made better management than one. (Besides, the Hitachiin Head wasn't going to deal with any more kids.)
Pretty soon, those who worked in the fashion industry was just there, wasting away whenever the boss was in her essence and proudly proclaiming that her darling little twins was on the rise of inheriting the business. The last straw that broke the camel's back was that they were both going to be joint heads of the Hitachiin family once they finally finished art college.
No, not one.
Two.
Their last flame extinguished. The twins together was much worse than a single twin.
Then, they all sunk to the pits when the current head proclaimed to retire early since her sons could easily take care of the business.
Sure, they were fashion trendy. Sure, they were the best with teamwork. Sure, they could cover every single working aspect of the company.
They all realized that after the first month.
But did they have to turn their normal working hours into hell?
"Alright, to get some energy pumped into all your tired minds, we're not going to give you the fabulous taste of commoner's coffee-"
The employees who are listening to the intercom heaved a great sigh. That gross fluid was forcefully fed into their mouths the week before.
"-but!" another voice continues, "We recently ordered some amazing new uniforms! Everyone (and there's no exceptions!) has to wear it the entire week!"
They all stare horrifically at the intercom system. Surely they aren't going to wear those annoying kimonos around the office for a week.
"AND! To show support for our current unorthodox line, you all have to take one lap around the entire shopping square!" two loud voices blare excitedly.
Those who aren't too up to date with their latest line quickly opened up their computers and checked what they were talking about. Those who aren't sure of what kind of clothes fished out a photo book stuck in the highest shelf of their office. Those who don't know how big the square was looked out the window.
Those who know all three tried not to groan aloud as the two overly hyper twins bound in through their individual office doors handing them a paper wrapped package. Those who knows how insistent the twins are immediately starts for the changing rooms.
And the lone employee (there's always one) questions their sanity and asks if they were also wearing maid-wear.
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course not."
Why, she wonders.
Because, apparently, only inferior individuals wear degrading uniforms and run around the block for no apparent reason.
The twins head the main headquarters of the company in Tokyo. So the main square's quite big, and full of people, especially during rush hour. In the morning, when they have their "morning run."
Some secretly think that the twins sets them up for humiliation.
Oh, they don't know, they don't know, both twins taunt.
"Aya-san."
The young secretary (only twenty-five years) shyly walks into the twins' conjoined offices. They're habitually sitting at their modern desk, the one that was about three meters long and room for both of them to sit in. Papers upon folders upon pieces of designs are scattered on the smooth, shiny black surface, only supported by the several silvery bars curved to do so.
"You called, Hitachiin-sama?" she asks daintily, fumbling with the frills on her maid uniform, the words stumbling awkwardly out of her mouth. Coupled with the servant like uniform, all employees have to call them Hitachiin-sama, or Master.
The one sitting on the left (the inexperienced have hard time telling them apart) places his pencil onto the side, and consequently watches the other rip a piece of sticky note off and scribble something.
"Aya, we have an errand for you to do," the one on the left starts, cocking his head (charmingly, if she must add) to look at the woman clad in her outfit. His bored eyes suddenly changed into one with an unexplained gleam that always shows up before trouble.
"Ne, Hikaru," he nudges his twin, who grunts in response, (so the one writing is Hikaru, she notes) "Add, 'get some snacks at the supermarket,' ne?"
… Supermarket? Now where is that?
… What is that?
The other looks up and then back down, continuing to scribble, but not before flashing a small smile. He takes the sticky note off his desk, and both Hitachiin stand up from their desks.
The synchronized actions of the twins scares the secretary, who raises her clipboard to her chest, "What- What might this errand be?"
"Errand? Just the basic," one says, she forgets who, as they corner her by the door in their famed stance. Lean in enough to make the girl blush deep red.
"Na, Aya-san; you are to go down to the first floor and ask whether the chocolate silk has come in," he points to item one on the list.
She nods; understandable errand.
"Then, you have to go up to the seventh floor and see if they're done with the strawberry line."
From the ninth floor to the first floor to the seventh floor… Confusing…
"Check up on the others in the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors. See if they have the measurements for the models who's going to show the Neapolitan line next Thursday. That's all."
She sighs in deep relief. They both gave each other a look.
"Oh," they say in unison; she shivers.
"Our snack stash has dwindled to none," one waved a hand.
"And we can't possibly go there ourselves, what with the work that needs to be done," the other heaves a dramatic sigh.
"So!" they almost burst her eardrums, "Get some pocky for us in the commoner's supermarket!"
Her eyes widened. "But, I don't know where- or what-"
"No excuses, Aya-san," he waved a finger in the air. "Unless you need a map, which we are happy to provide," he nods to the other, who flashes out a piece of paper and crams it in her hand.
"Two vanilla, two chocolate, and two strawberry, onegai," they flash her an eerily amused smile and she gulps, taking the small note paper with her.
"We expect it from you within the next half-hour. Have fun."
Twenty-nine minutes later, she returns to the sight of both twins lounging around, one of them looking off at the clock. (He wishes that she only came in two minutes later.) She holds a small plastic bag on her hands, wondering how to get their attention. Aya cleared her throat.
"Etto, I've sent the chocolate fabric up to the sixth floor and-"
"Ah, pocky!" says the one who was waiting for her, and he pounces on the shopping bag that she held. She held back a surprised "eep!" as the twin wrenched away the bag.
"Hikaru," the other looks back towards his brother, who was immediately opening the box of pocky. His eyes water at the sight, "May I have some?"
There is no hesitation. "Of course, why wouldn't I give it to you, Kaoru?" he takes one out and places it in his mouth, and then hands one to his brother, who's leaning over the large desk. He pops it into his mouth and, uncharacteristically so, the younger twin mews like a happy cat.
And the unacknowledged secretary inches slowly away from the unfolding brotherly scene.
Not until the little devils call to her again.
"Ne, Aya-san," Kaoru motions her back into the office, reclining back onto his chair, pocky between is lips. His brother unceremoniously sits onto the black surface of the desk, his attention turned to the girl donned in a maid's uniform.
(They designed it themselves, with the overexposing of the legs and the lace adorned every place there could be. Not one of their more stylish designs, but enough to get lookers that are not, not the twins. They don't look.)
"Get some water for us," Hikaru commands.
"Ask them to send up number eight lunch."
"I want chocolate soft serve ice cream, while you're at it."
"Vanilla for me. Oh-"
"And we want it in…" both twins turn their heads towards the smooth black clock.
"Ten minutes tops."
They flash a (relatively charismatic) grin and wave. She gulps.
"Good luck."
It's after all those unreasonable requests for the poor secretary that they then remember that there were other requests that they made of her. Kaoru finishes off his vanilla (and chocolate) ice cream and places the cup onto the otherwise flawless surface. Hikaru (long finished with his chocolate (and vanilla) ice cream) sticks another piece of pocky in his brother's mouth. They seem to ignore the poor girl for several minutes before they simultaneously ask,
"Report."
She flinches, then begins a small stammer.
"W-Well, the girls that are modeling have already arrived and they're going to send up their measurements." She nibbles her lower lip, wondering if she should tell the rest of their reply to the two twins. "But…"
Hikaru stares at her, bemused, "But…?"
"Is it something that you would keep to yourself?" Kaoru raises a brow.
"Oh-Oh, no, that's not it," she says hurriedly, hoping the twins haven't jumped to any conclusions. "They are… sensitive… see? Etto…"
"Ah!" Kaoru realizes, taking the unbitten (but soaked) pocky stick out of his mouth. The secretary jumps, but Hikaru just looks him on, as he explains bluntly, "They're girls; it's alright if they don't want to tell us the measurements for their chest."
"Soka," Hikaru waves his half-eaten chocolate stick in the air, "Tell them not to worry. We'll be down to do it in person."
Her eyes widen to no extent. Oh Kami, she just made the situation worse!
"No, I mean, that's not it!" she protested, raising her arms defensively.
"What's not it?" they echo. Aya notices with a shiver that both twins were now standing in front of her, lowering themselves to her eye level. She feels a blush coming.
"Tell them we've been doing it all the time," the elder tells her, poking her nose with the pocky stick.
"Well," her cheeks tints pink, eyes searching for a solution, "I can do it instead, Hitachiin-sama."
At this, the twins stand up straight, and their eyes meet. "Good idea."
She sighs in relief.
Kaoru nods, breaking the mood, "Actually, let us accompany you down there."
"No, they wouldn't appreciate you two there!" she blurts, then covers up her mouth. Their eyes glints devilishly. She knows she said something very, very bad.
"Who doesn't?"
She whimpered under their plotting gaze.
They were the best at plotting out pranks, their mother said. Aya whole-heartedly agrees to that; no matter how humiliated they make the employees seem, no matter how many unreasonable requests they give, their plots do both. They still are, and aren't ever changing their ways, it seems.
And that was how she finds herself caught up in an argument between a hot-tempered model and both twins.
And by the looks of the twins' smirk, they are winning.
"This is your job, Mitsuko-san. You are to model our latest line of clothes, or else we'd refuse to give your pay," Hikaru drawls, a serious note in his voice.
"Mitsuko-san, of all things, you should know who you're going to be working for. How did you end up in the Hitachiin company otherwise?" Kaoru's tone is more of a lazed admonishment than a fierce snap.
The woman simply growled, "It was given to me. Apparently, my agent didn't tell me who is produces it."
"Oh," Hikaru says, unconvinced, his arm comfortably on his brother's shoulder. Kaoru picks it off, as his hand fingered something in his pockets,
"How are you not supposed to know the Hitachiin name?"
She steams, "I didn't expect the heirs to be men."
The twins give each other the look.
"There's no other say in it."
"We researched your background, Mitsuko-san. Your family needs the money from this job. It pays more than other requests," Kaoru replies, satisfied by her look of incredulity.
"Why are you turning down this opportunity? Everyone else is practically on their knees, begging for this one-in-a-lifetime chance to work for the Hitachiin," Hikaru smirks as well.
She begins angrily, wondering how they completely misses her point, "You two-"
"-are not going to be taking your measurements," they both answer.
"We assure you; we are not perverts." The way Hikaru says it so casually made a shiver creep up the girl's spine.
"In actuality, they are going to assist you with everything you need," Kaoru gestures to a small group of employees.
"… And how?" she manages to get in. "Do you suppose they will do everything you tell them to?"
"Well," Kaoru places a finger on his lips, "Didn't you ever suppose-"
"-that's the reason they'd do anything?" Hikaru ends.
"You don't have to worry. They will do anything."
Their eyes shine as they meet the other's.
"Ne, take out that outfit and have her walk through the entire floor with it on," Hikaru snaps to the employees, who immediately scuttle to the back room.
"Oh, Hikaru, that outfit?" the younger twin wraps his arms around his brother, his (almost) innocent hazel eyes portraying a tint of mischief. A finger twirls a strand of an identical brown, "I thought you wouldn't let anyone else wear it beside me."
The only woman in there shivers at his antics. Hikaru's eyes closes, mirroring his twin's expression, his arms brought around his twin's waist. "Kaoru, wasn't it a different one? This outfit I would never make you put on. You're too cute to be ruined by it."
Kaoru pulls back and pinches Hikaru's cheek lightly. "Hikaru, don't scare me like that. It was only to be used on special occasions and no one is supposed to know."
"Sp-Special occasions?" They blink and turn to the source of the voice. Their identical mischievous features glimmer.
"Yes, special. Like now."
Right at that moment, the women piles back into the room (thankfully after the brotherly moment ended). The model's eyes widen as she spots the costume.
"I'm going to wear that?"
The younger twin smiles eerily as the elder flashes out a digital camera. Kaoru crosses his arms, and, containing his laughter, points to the employees, "Alright, get that on her. We have ten minutes to spare."
"Hai!"
The women (clad in maid wear) chase the unfortunate model around, and finally force her into the chicken costume, complete with yellow feathers and wings.
They both wink at their successful personnel and give them a thumbs up.
"Good job!"
Minions. They will do everything you say, whether for money, profit, or pride. They follow what their masters tell them to do, regardless of their own health. And for the few that don't, there's always bribery, humiliation, or threats. They are insubordinates, under the command of others, and generally disposable.
Because they're their minions, the employees will do anything, regardless. And that's what they like about it.