IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE CHAPTER :D
So I have a few days to write the Christmas one, and post it ON Christmas day. THAT'S RIGHT. Update on the 25th! ;D So I expect lots of Chirstmassy reviews!
This is an incredibly cheesy chapter. HOWEVER I think it's quite cute :3
I own nothing, except Becca, Rose, Rose's family and Alexander.
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It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and there was all but peace in the world.
The alarm in Rose's room rang at its usual time – which was unwelcomed by Becca as of recent. They had spent the last few days properly acquainting Becca with Hikaru and Kaoru, and the twins noticed her hiding something the day before about the ball from Rose.
Undoubtedly, she'd find out soon.
Anyhow, they knew disturbing the girls today would be a bad idea, so they opted for ringing/annoying the recently neglected Haruhi.
Brrring.
"Hello?"
"Haaruuuhii!"
"Not today, I'm going over to Rose's to get ready."
"But Haruhi-!"
-CLICK-
The twins stared at the phone in silence. Rose's power was spreading. A few moments later, they both received identical text messages from Rose. They both said just one three letter word. 'Win'.
Ignoring that, they prowled the house in frustration at a lack of entertainment.
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"Becca! You-!"
"Yes I know. Can I use your bathroom or not? I need to pee."
"You can take a shower too. Hika and Kaoru said they'd pick us up at six, and Haruhi – I told you about her – is coming at four for assistance getting ready."
"What time is it now?"
"Two."
"That's no time at all!"
"Quiet. Hurry in the shower, I need to pee too."
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With a small, victorious smile, she pressed send. It was done. After editing and editing, it was complete.
And although she knew she had done it without their permission...
They would love what they saw in each other.
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"Rose! You're on TV!"
Becca's sudden cry pulled Rose away from her work on Haruhi's hair, as she weaved extensions through the short, matted locks.
"What?"She ran to the sitting room, where Becca clutched a pillow, her hair filled with rollers. She was, indeed, on TV. She was being spun by Hikaru, laughing, then the scene flipped, and she was feeding him lettuce. Then it faded to a picture of them curled together in a black and white world...
Then a video of him bowing to Alexander, who then waltzed with her gracefully...
And her stepping away, returning to Hikaru, and kissing his cheek...
'Hitachiin Designs! Art you can live tolovein...'
"AH! THEY FILMED US! THE ADVERT! THIS IS THE...! AH! I HAVE TO CALL HI- No I don't. His Mum will tell him. AH! THEY FILMED US AT THE POOL!"
Now Becca had gotten over the shock, she laughed at the fuming girl beside her, as she had somewhat of a psychotic breakdown.
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"That's priceless..." Kaoru was overcome by laughter at the 'romantic' scenes on the advert, as Hikaru spun her round...
Hikaru's blush at the pool...
Being fed Lettuce...
'Hitachiin Designs! Art you can live tolovein...'
"She didn't." Hikaru was horrified.
"Oh, but she did. I love our Mommy right now." Kaoru purred slightly in pleasure. The dark haired twin scowled deeply.
"I hate you."
"Love you too!"
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Tamaki stood, rather nervously, a small way away from the apartment where Haruhi (who had been rushed home only ten minutes ago) abode, dressed in the perfect traditional black tuxedo, except his necktie. Glancing nervously at his watch every three seconds, which was incidentally on the same hand that held a single red rose, he waited impatiently for the clock to hit six. Thirty seconds before hand, he power walked to the front door, and watched the portable clock again, watching those last few seconds tick past.
At six o clock exactly, he tapped the door timidly. There was a muffled noise of recognition from somewhere amidst the department, and the door swung open, to Ranka, who was currently smearing her lips in a foul coloured lipstick.
"Oh good evening Ranka-san!" Tamaki burbled excitedly. "Is Haruhi ready yet?"
"Sadly." Ranka curtly replied, flipping his hair with a hip jutted out, stalking away dejectedly. "She looks beautiful though, you lucky little wipe. If you touch her more than dancing with her, I will find you and skewer your head on a stick."
Tamaki gave an involuntary shudder.
"Dad, stop hassling him."
Tamaki looked to the source of the voice, and caught himself from dropping his jaw at the last second.
Her hair flowed long past her shoulders, straight as a dice, with her fringe identical to how it had been in middle school. The dress Rose had bought her had been accessorised with an olive green bow in her hair, black slightly heeled shoes, and a diamond necklace lent from Becca. She looked away abashedly, unsure of how Tamaki would react to her fully fledged make up – the now darkened eyes with sweeping leaf green eyeliner and black eye shadow, and the perfected ruby red lips.
He gulped.
"W-wow Haruhi!" He brandished the rose at her clumsily.
She could only blush and smile back.
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It was a good quarter hour past six when Hikaru (who had been stood at the door for five minutes - Kaoru had been busy laughing at his brother's nerves) finally knocked at the door. It swung open in seconds, and there Becca stood. Her hair had suddenly turned black – which had surprised Rose earlier – and was bouncy and wavy from the rollers that had been a permanent residence for a good hour or so. Her piercings were all hidden by the mask of hair, excluding her lip ring, which was a pale pink colour, similar to her own lip gloss. She almost looked conventional. Kaoru smiled lazily, and offered his arm to her chivalrously.
"You look beautiful." He murmured softly. Becca flushed, pleased, and smiled, taking his arm, as the black coat and gold tie clad teen escorted her outward. Hikaru blinked at the sudden desertion, before Becca called back 'she'll be down in a minute' to him off handedly.
And when she arrived, he decided it was well worth the wait.
When he had seen her dressed for the relations' ball in England, she had looked beautiful.
However, now, something seemed different. The way her hair fell in immaculate yet messy ringlets, a few curls held back by a single silver clip. The way her eyes sparkled with the outline of silver and black makeup. The gentle cherry blossom pink shade that shone on her lips. The long, flowing white gown, stopping perfectly at her ankles, with the beautiful halter neck and sparkling silver sash.
Hikaru adjusted his white bowtie nervously.
Perhaps it was the coy smile. Or the elegant way she controlled the tall silver stiletto heels. The natural reddening of her blush.
Or perhaps, Hikaru decided, it was knowing that this time, she was his date by choice, not by cause of banter, or by fear that Alexander was lurking.
This time, she was his.
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"Rosa-kun, is something wrong?"
Hikaru's sudden question broke her from her reverie. She smiled at him reassuringly as the car continued to lead the car containing Kaoru and Becca. He frowned, and locked gazed with her.
"You know you can tell me..."
"I do know" she spoke quiet softly, very calmly, as if trying to assure him "but how can I when there is nothing to tell. I'm simply looking forward to tonight!" She giggled slightly, as if punctuating it. He smiled slightly, and agreed with her.
"It'll be great." He murmured in a quiet agreement, and she smiled sadly.
'I'm so sorry...'
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As each host entered with their guest, there was a small bout of applause from the guests, despite their jealousy. Kyoya's date for the evening was called Kurasi Naiagoma, and her father owned a large hotel chain, making it suitable for Kyoya to, as it were, butter her up. She was fairly pretty, with short blonde hair and big brown eyes. She wore a simple blue dress, with a white wrap, and sparkling silver wedge heels.
Each host wore seemingly identical suits, bar one fact – neckwear. They each had a colour tie or bow tie depending on their date's dress, which explained to Rose why Hikaru had been so desperate to find out her dress colour. Tamaki wore a green tie with his black tux, while Kyoya wore a blue bowtie. Kaoru had his bright gold tie, and Hikaru, of course, had his white bow tie.
Haruhi rolled her eyes when she figured out the pattern, while Becca and Kurasi simpered slightly. Rose just giggled at the obvious plot from Tamaki.
A slow waltz theme struck up, and many girls dragged their dates to the centre in a bid to impress or evoke jealousy from the hosts. All failed.
As Hikaru and Rose danced the opening dance, neither felt the nerves they had the night Rose had been ill. It was a natural feeling, and they felt comfortable with each other now. They felt the eyes of a number of twin fans glaring at them, but they ignored it, Hikaru making their point by spinning Rose outwards and pulling her in again, making a collective groan from the fans rumble throughout the masses. She stepped gracefully into each step, and Hikaru wondered how he didn't realise she had dancing training before from the waltz in England. Her hold was beaten only by Becca's with Kaoru, as they moved smoothly across the floor.
"Hika, you're supposed to lead, not me..." she giggled. He took this as a cue to lift her, which made her laugh even more, throwing her head slightly. As he began to place her down, and her feet skimmed the floor, the music went through the perfect cadence and finished. He moved away from her slightly, and bowed just a fraction. She smiled amusedly, and curtsied, before laughing again. The two moved to the side, and found somewhere to sit among the throngs.
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Kaoru attempted to keep up with Becca, but was failing miserably. He simply couldn't lead her – she was too good.
"Can we sit down for a while?" He pleaded, making sure to speak slowly, and she laughed, and nodded.
"Sure! I have something I want to ask you about anyway." As usual, her speech was slow, but all credit to her, it had improved vastly over the past few days.
The two moved along to the opposite side Hikaru and Rose were now sat at, and reclined on one of the multiple chairs against the wall.
"What is it then?" He encouraged. Kaoru slouched slightly, comfortable.
"Is Hikaru in love with my Rabbit?"
He froze.
"P-pardon??"
"Is your brother in love with my Rabbit?"
There was a pause. It was long, almost suffocating, as it lingered over the two. He finally spoke.
"Every moment I sit here, and watch him with her, I realise what a fool I've been." He murmured, and felt Becca entwine their fingers. He didn't bother to look away. "He doesn't just love her. It's more than that now. I just wish he would realise it..."
Becca waited a moment, letting his words sink in.
"There's such a thing as secrecy." She began, as if preparing herself for a somewhat speech. "Something can be so secret, not even the secret keepers know about it. I know Rose feels something, but her past with Alexander makes her... scared of love. She doesn't want to be hurt. I wondered if he felt the same. He seemed very... pro-tect-tive of her in England. The thing is, they're secret lovers, because even if they don't realise it, they truly are in love."
Kaoru was quiet.
"I know."
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"What sort of dancing do you do then?" He asked, leaning back into his chair. She pursed her lips, as if running through a mental list.
"I'm not good enough to go pro, like Becca... but I do Ballroom, Latin, I've brushed on Ballet, and a little street dance is easy when you can do a good Rock n Roll or Charleston." She mused. "I love Charleston. Impossible to improvise though. It has to be so clean cut to work."
"Seriously?" He blinked. He wasn't too sure what any of those meant but ballet. "What, no Jazz or Tap?"
"Nah!" She laughed. "Ask Becca about those, she's an awesome Jazz dancer. But I remember her Viennese waltz – made me cry. It was beautiful."
"Cool." Hikaru wasn't really interested in Becca. A new song began to strike up, one Hikaru vaguely recognised. His train of thought was interrupted by Tamaki announcing it being an English song in honour of Becca being a guest or something – nothing really registered in his mind but the smile that suddenly burst over Rose's face.
"I love this song!" She cooed, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"You want to dance?" He offered, standing and presenting his hand to her. She smiled wider, if plausible.
"I'd love to!" She beamed, taking his hand and standing, as he led her out to the middle of the room again.
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
They moved quickly into hold, a gentle foxtrot pace starting up, moving slowly around the room, each concealing a smile.
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
He looked away. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, too shocked by the eyes he had unknowingly met. Such pure, emerald like eyes...
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
"Would it be a certain English Rose?"
"H-Hey!" Hikaru flushed. "What makes you think that?!"
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You'll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh
Hikaru began spinning her for no other reason than to hear her laugh again, and she toppled backwards, as he caught her. The two laughed again, as he propped her back up,
or cry
Rose pulled back rather quickly, watery eyes, and Hikaru immediately flung a protective arm around her, and she buried her face in his shoulder, knees pulled up to her chest.
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
"Thank you for everything. Today has been wonderful, and it's thanks to you." She murmured with a faint blush on her face. Hikaru blinked, still red faced. "You're a true friend."
She rolled her feet onto her tiptoes, and pecked his forehead with her rosy red lips.
He blushed.
"You really are, a great friend. And you always will be."
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
He couldn't drop his hold on her now, as they swept around the room together, his hands carefully gripped her as firmly as they could without harming her, pressed, body to body. Neither seemed shaken by the contact. Their eyes locked deeply, with the clashing amber and green almost melding into one as they span.
You're flying without wings
These memories flew through his mind, as he gestured to her to go outside. She nodded slightly, dumbstruck. He took her hand and led her out to the courtyard, slipping away, unnoticed. His mind was fighting with him – why was he so unsure? What did those memories even mean?...
So, impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Was Kaoru right?
Was it love?
Cos who's to know which one you let go
Would have made you complete
He looked across at her, remembering the nights they had stayed together, the days they had spent laughing with the other, and it all pointed to one thing. She noticed him staring, and looked at him funnily. He stepped towards her, acting completely on impulse. They could faintly hear people yelling something to do with midnight, and Merry Christmas.
Well, for me...
He leant forward, and placed his lips on hers in a moment of realisation, and joy.
It's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
She found herself kissing back, without wanting or meaning to, pressing her body against his, wrapping her arms around him as the two feared for the change in their relationship. She feared being hurt again. She feared the intimate relationship that might follow.
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
But she couldn't pull away, the same little thing that answered his request to be his date held her tightly to him, and she just couldn't say no. She had never been sure of anything like this before.
And deep down, she'd always known that that little thing was knew Kaoru was right after all. As completely and utterly Disney as it sounded, he had truly fallen, head over heels for her...
And it's like flying without wings
Cos you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And from the way she was kissing him back, he couldn't help but feel she felt the same way.
And you're the place my life begins.
And you'll be where it ends
They broke apart, almost reluctantly, their mouths hovering close to the others dangerously, arms still wrapped around each other in a grip so tight they didn't dare broke the spell, and moved towards him, her head nestled in his neck abashedly. He held her tighter if possible, his own face buried in her hair.
I'm flying without wings
"I think I might be in love with you." She mumbled quietly, half hoping he didn't hear. He loosened his grip, almost as if dropping her."... I think I might love you too."
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
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CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE.
But there was a confession and a kiss, so those Rosa-kunXHika-kun shippers will be happy!
I'm serious. There aren't many reviews about it but I've had messages from people who've become die-hard fans. I cannot thank you enough – this one's for you!
Next update is on the 25th, as I've said.
Byebye!
And have a lovely lead up to Christmas!