Oh, my. This certainly HAS taken me a while, hasn't it? I suppose I should explain that I went through a period of writer's block and the scene between Hikaru and Kaoru down there did NOT come out how I wanted it, too, so I rushed through it just in order to get to the end of it! xD But I'm okay with that, because now that I am over this lump, I'm on a roll! I've already written chapters ten and eleven (although they are a tad bit short - plotty-filled, though), so you can look forward to that!
Oh, oh! Also, I've completely filled the blue notebook where this story is written out long hand, with all my notes and doodles on the sides! I was amazingly proud of myself! x3 And then I started wondering if anyone would buy it~ Especially if signed! -shot- LOL! SO ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter Nine:
Not In The Mouth
"I want cake!" was the instant reply from the short man as he visibly bounced in the finely painted chair on the outside patio of an expensive restaurant. The waiter looked a tad bit hesitant, but when he glanced at the other two men at the table and they nodded, he took out a pen and scrawled the order onto a pad of paper.
"And, uh, what would you like, sirs?" he asked, addressing the two taller brunette.
"Onigri," the tallest of the two spoke succinctly in a deep baritone voice.
"Ootoro over rice, please," the bespectacled man said politely, collecting the green leather-bound menus and handing them over to the waiter who hurriedly scurried off.
"Ootoro?" the blond giggled lightly. "Kyou-chan, are Haru-chan's tastes rubbing off on you?"
"Not particularly, Hunny-senpai, no. We've been eating nothing but French style cuisine in my house in the honor of my new bride."
"Oh?" Hunny queried, cocking his head to the side questioningly. "Kao-chan doesn't like Japanese foods?"
"No, it's not even that, really. It's more of, none of the other women are supposed to eat many fish in their pregnancies, and Kaoru-chan has shown a minor physical aversion to most forms of sushi; she gets ill, so I prepositioned the kitchen for more French or western styles of food, and it seems they've taken that request to the extreme and completely removed anything local from our menu."
"Awww~!" Hunny sang sweetly, little pink flowers seeming to erupt around his head as he smiled. "That's still really nice of you, Kyou-chan!! Don't you think, Takashi?"
"Very considerate," Mori echoed in his deep voice.
"Yay~" Hunny all but screamed, attracting the slightly shocked attention of the people at the surrounding tables. Mitsukuni hadn't really changed much in disposition or manner since high school, which meant he hadn't really changed much since kindergarten, despite the fact he was now the head of his own string of international dojos. (Hunny's establishment of the Sakuranozuka dojo in a secluded naval base had helped broach the rift between Japan and the USA that had begun when the Haninozuka heir had started when a navy seal had woken him from a jet-lagged nap four or five years ago.)
Kyouya smiled faintly, nodding a fractional amount. "I don't think she took kindly to it, though. Even with the food poisoning, she always seems less excited when the cooks bring out French food...Or so Haruhi has told me."
"...Do you like Kao-chan, Kyou-chan~?" Hunny bubbled sweetly, his eyes fixed intently on the younger brunette.
The Ootori shrugged in response, pausing to formulate his answer as all of their orders dishes (rice balls for Mori, ootoro over rice for Kyouya and a large strawberry cake for Hunny) before lightly clamping his tuna with his chopsticks and contemplated it. "I like her...well enough, I suppose. Not in the way I am supposed to, though..."
The other two nodded. "She doesn't seem like the women that your brother's married," Hunny observed after taking a huge bite of his cake. "I mean, from what you tell us about her..."
"I already said I liked her," Kyouya said, sighing slightly.
"Just not romantically." Mori stated this. It was not a question.
Kyouya bristled almost, not irritable at his upperclassman knowing what he was thinking and trying to communicate to them, but more the fact that he couldn't properly communicate nor say exactly what the Morinozuka had so blatantly stated. Still, he didn't snap out his frustrations to his friends, instead putting down his chopsticks and cupping his face in his palm. "You could say that..."
"Hm..." Hunny hummed noncommittally before switching his tone in an attempt to seemingly change the topic (even if, i a way, he wasn't really doing so at all). "How is Neko-chan? Have you seen him recently...?"
Kyouya could sense the tip-toe nature of the short blond, but forced any irritable response out of his mind and took a calm, steadying breath. "Yes, I did. ANd he's fine, from what I could tell."
Together, they lapsed into a rather uncomfortable silence, taking it in turn to sip their drinks or take bites (Hunny was already done with his cake, Mori took stoic bites every so often, and Kyouya pushed his plate away after a while, no longer hungry). The rest of the outdoor patio restaurant was reasonably quiet, the sound of cutlery clinking against fine China and the occasioned 'thunk' of a water glass being gently rested on the table. Pleasant chatter seemed to hum in the background, intensifying the uncomfortable feel until, finally, it was unbearable for all parties, and through a forced conversation about work, travel and, eventually, the friendly atmosphere returned.
"Oh, Kyou-chan, Takashi, do you remember that one time? You know, when Tama-chan thought Haru-chan was a boy!?"
"Oh, yes," Kyouya conceded. "How could anyone forget. It took him a month - and walking in on her changing - for him to get it right."
"A month and a half, you mean," Mori said, a hint of laughter edging his deep voice.
'Yeah~" Hunny sang. "And she said 'honestly, I don't mind if you recognize me as a boy or a girl', and just walked off!"
"...I think that's when he fell in love with her..." Kyouya pondered aloud. "Even if he didn't realize it."
"Awwww~ That's so sweet!"
"Yes, and then he brought the marriage proposition to his grandmother and -"
"Why didn't you ever preposition your marriage from a high school 'romance', Kyou-chan?" Hunny pushed lightly, causing the hairs on his brunette underclassman's neck to bristle again.
"...I didn't think of it," Kyouya lied smoothly. "Plus, that action is only for those who find love easily - like Tamaki."
"Hmmm...Makes sense..."
"Plus, I had no intention of getting married directly out of high school, nor to have children. And although I'm sure Tamaki intended to be married before he -"
"Tama-chan's coming back~!!!" Hunny sang excitedly, cutting the Ootori off and glancing around as a couple people closest to them stopped talking and leaned a little closer after recognizing the Suoh heir's name. "I'm so excited!! ...And he's never met Kao-chan either, has he!?!?"
"Er...no..." was the forced calm reply, followed with a sigh.
"Kyou-chan, if you want, Takashi and I could give you marital advice," the small blond offered. "Just...later, if you still want it."
"Check please," Mori asked, avoiding the destruction of his cousin by the rather irritable (and understandably so) Ootori Kyouya.
In all honesty, both of the Hitachiin twins had never even seen pictures of the Hitachiin-corp Fashion Designs business building before they had come to Japan. They'd never known of the bright white, curvy lettering that topped the otherwise dark-grey building; nor had they imaged the view from the wall-sized windows that overlooked a great deal of Tokyo. And they had never, ever even thought about going inside it. And now...
Every day since the wedding, the top office was where Hikaru resided from early in the morning to late in the evening, studying his mother (or more appropriately zoning out) while she negotiated business or sketched new patters or styles. It was boring most of the time, and lonely, and very, very Kaoru-centric, especially with the looming Ootori Zaibatsu still seemingly "speculating" on weather or not to leave the Hitachiin business alone or demand to demand their support and financial aid. In fact, the 'threats' had become so numerous and annoying that, eventually, Hitachiin Yuzuha had just had enough and begun to plot. (And although she would never admit it, employing her older son's talents for scheming as well.)
And thus - at Hikaru's idea - the two ordered their driver to head over to the Ootori estate unannounced. They were sort of hoping that Kaoru would not question the motives behind why they finally requested him come to the head building of the company. And he didn't at first, seemingly just happy to take him out of the house, but by the time they reached the sky scraping building, the youngest Hitachiin (today in a pretty red and white patterned dress) was starting to get suspicious.
"Er...what did you guys need me to do here, again?" he asked, looking around the main office at the top-most floor - the office which took up the entire floor, and in the place of every wall, floor-to-ceiling windows took it's place.
Hikaru shrugged, flopping onto the long, white couch and Yuzuha paused for a second, twisting her hands and observing her youngest (daughter) son fondly. And then, "...Kaoru...we need your help..."
"...What can I do?" he asked, looking at his mother as Hikaru found a small ball and began to toss it up in the air before catching it.
"We.." Yuzuha started slowly, walking forward and taking Kaoru's hands in between her own. "We...need you, sweetie, to persuade Kyouya-kun to -"
"No."
"Sweetie!"
"There is no way in hell I can persuade him to do anything!! No way!!"
"Sweetie, just hear me out! All we need him to do is convince his father to stop taking advantage of our company!"
The boy/girl glowered. "I don't understand how I am expected to do that!! Isn't this company profitable for Ootori Zaibatsu to have under their thumbs?!"
Silence reigned between the other and her 'daughter' before the son brought attention to himself by shrugging.
"Give him a blowjob."
"HIKARU!"
"No, wait...that just might work."
"MOM!"
After a quick, loud and verbally violent shouting match that ended in a huff, Kaoru folded his arms tightly across his chest, squishing his artificial breasts into a rounded top. "I am NOT putting that in my mouth!"
"There;s nothing wrong with it," Yuzuha insisted. "In fact, in the early years of our marriage, your father and I -"
"No! NO - we are not listening to this," Kaoru - having given up shouting - said in a forced calm voice, tottering over to Hikaru (who was still reclining on the couch) and tugging him up before all but dragging him toward the elevator in the middle of the room.
The last thing they heard before the doors to the elevator dinged, opened and closed was Yuzuha calling, "It works much better if you practice first!! Try on a banana -"
Ding!
"Motherfucker!"
"Calm down, Kao-ru!!" Hikaru stressed, sniggering over the chaos he had caused with a simple idea and the flushed, enraged face of his twin. In fact, he did not just snigger - he outright laughed.
"Shut up!!" the younger snapped, glowering at his brother for a second before asking, "What the hell is so funny!?"
"You - you're offended!" Hikaru gawfawed. "By - by blowjobs!"
"That's not funny!" Kaoru objected before turning a deaf ear on Hikaru for the remaining of the elevator ride. However, by the time the bell 'ding'ed again and the doors slid open on the lobby, the young man in the dress snorted, and none-too-gently punched his brother on the shoulder before exiting the elevator car.
"So," Hikaru asked. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"
The other groaned. "Going 'home'...Come with me?"
"You miss me?" the elder teased.
"Yes..." Pure deadpan.
Hikaru dropped the joking pretenses. "Okay. Let's go, then."
Outside, sunlight - when compared to the stylishly dimmed insides of the Hitachiin building - made the two boys blink for a second, one bringing up a hand to shade his face and the other slipping down the pair of sun glasses that had been holding purchase on his permed hair and they scanned their surroundings for sign of their car. It wasn't far off, and pulled up directly in front of the two, allowing Kaoru to (gracefully) stumble into the back seat while Hikaru made slights against his 'lady-like-skills' before directing the driver to take them to the Ootori estate.
The entirety of the car ride was spent in an almost under-zealous rant on Kaoru's part as he relayed almost every aspect of his new, married life for the past two weeks. The food, the company, the honeymoon idea, the weird way people talked about the Ootori men ("It's like they have no respect for them, but at the same time, they're scared of them. Too scared to call them 'faggots' to their face. So they tell the wives!" and the over all awkward air between himself and none other than Ootori Kyouya.
Hikaru listened quietly - on of his few and far between 'older brother' moments - nodding, and sometimes slipping in overt little jokes, just so the conversation would stay light and airy and not sink into something dark and possibly incriminating. And that was how the two spent the whole drive still shooting banter about the difference between satisfied and appeased back and forth as gravel in the Ootori drive-way crunched under the car tires. They even laughed as they pulled themselves from the inside of the car and, almost eagerly, Kaoru pulled Hikaru toward the front door, jabbering nonsensically about avoiding his in-laws, and from that remark, running thorough the house - "sneakily" - became a game. Which ended when Kaoru twisted the heel of his shoe in the carpet outside of the door to his and Kyouya's room and all but face planted into the wall.
Hikaru laughed, Kaoru pouted, and - rubbing ruefully at his nose - turned the door handle and let them both into the room.
"Wow," Hikaru hummed appreciatively. "It's big. Where's the bed?"
"Up there," he explained, pointing toward the loft before flopping onto the couch, sighing heavily and looking up at the paneled ceiling. He shifted his feet as Hikaru sat down at his feet, shuffling until he was settle and then pulling his twins ankles into his lap.
As a response, Kaoru sat up and scooted down, pulling himself into his brother's lap and cuddling, nuzzling under Hikaru's chin in an attempt to make up for the lack of human contact he had had in the past half of a month. After a second more, he sighed. "Hika....I have that lacy stuff...Up there."
"...What?"
"Lacy underwear. Up there."
"No."
"Pleease!" Kaoru whined. "Get it out~?"
"Can't you do it?"
"But I'm comfortable," and he bated his eyelashes against his twin's neck. It was all too easy for the elder of the Hitachiins to picture his brother's facial expression - mouth twisted into an 'I've got you' smile already - and he sighed, to which Kaoru added, "C'mon, Hikaru. It's only underwear."
"Women's underwear."
"Please? It rides up."
"I -"
"Please!?"
Silence reigned for a moment, during which time the two could practically feel each other's mental tendrils pushing at each others with a high persistence. And then...
"God, fine!!" Hikaru spat ruefully, mildly pissed as he shoved his hand up Kaoru's skirt. The cross dresser jumped bit, surprised at the suddenness of change, but all over pleased about getting his way, and smirked against the embarrassed and hot neck of his mirror image's.
"Thank you," he practically purred out, so distracted by nuzzling Hikaru's ear and making it uncomfortable for him and wiggling so that the lace could be pulled out of uncomfortable places to notice the opening and closing of the door, nor the new comer who stood, framed in the door way. In fact, he wasn't even noticed until the boy (dressed as a girl) squealed in slightly discomfort - although, if asked, he would deny ever having made such a sound - and the sanding figure coughed.
"Oh..." Kyouya remarked. Both of the Hitachiin twins jumped and turned to stare at the brunette with wide eyes and gaping mouths, and the Ootori man dropped the leather brief case by the door and loosened the top button of his jacket before looking at the two on his couch again. "So this is why you were so reluctant about getting married."
"N - no!!" Kaoru spluttered, jumping off of Hikaru's lap and hurriedly smoothing down his skirt. "I was - we were -!"
"It's okay -"
"NO! We weren't!!"
Hikaru was snickering again as his twin's flushed face and stuttered denials that seemed to fall on the deaf ears of his husband, who was now shrugging off his over jacket and draping it over the back of the chair before moving toward the staircase that lead to the loft and bathroom. Kaoru was still verbally struggling, wondering if his tongue had swollen intolerably from all the blood that had rushed to his face as he blushed. Still, he tried to make the brunette see the innocent, chase nature of the brotherly 'cuddling' that he'd just walked in on. But he was failing.
"I'm going to take a shower," Kyouya called over his shoulder as he set foot on the bottom step of the staircase. "An old family friend is coming home from an intercontinental trip, and we're hosting a small dinner in honor of his return. You don't have to come...if you're busy."
The very insinuation was enough to make Hikaru bark out laughter, and for Kaoru to jump and squeal (again, he'd brush it off as a manly snort of indigence), grateful he had taken off the high heeled boots he had worn when out, else he might have fallen over right then and there. And just as the younger twin twirled around to spit furiously 'It's not funny!' to his brother, the door opened again, although this time it was obvious and attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
There was a flurry of motion as a tan (tanner than when he had left for the trip as it was) blond dropped his worn-out day pack, let out an overzealous cry of "MON AMI!" and practically flew past the twins, buffeting them away from the raving lunatic that seemed to have just appeared. The stranger's aim was dead set on Kyouya, who had stopped walking up the staircase as soon as he'd seen the man. His expression went from alarm to surprise to...slight annoyance and resignation as a pair of arms wrapped themselves tightly around his shoulders and a face filled with dramatic tears presses cheek to cheek with his own, knocking his glasses askew in a painfully tight hug.
"Oh, mon ami! How I have missed you!! A whole LIST of misfortunes befell me whilst traveling after you left, an every time mud got splattered on my knees, I thought 'what would Kyouya do?' and I MISSED YOU!"
"Ta - Tamaki!!"
"And - and!! I missed your wedding!?!? I COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR BEST MAN!! I should have been!! And, and - you were so nice to Haruhi while I was away, and I've never even MET you wife!! You wouldn't believe how shocked I was to learn you married a Hitachiin - I didn't even know they had a daughter, and I went to school with both of the boys -"
And then it clicked.
"...Tono!?!?" both red heads gasped in unison, and Tamaki pulled himself away from affectionately kissing Kyouya's cheeks in the common French fashion and looked at them. Both twins found themselves faced with a grown-up version of the little boy that had attended that artsy-fartsy private middle school with them back in Paris, and whom they had made cry many a-time, only to smile at his expense. This time, however, as Suoh Tamaki turn to smile at them, their faces fell and Hikaru's heart rocketed up into his throat as Kaoru's stomach dropped somewhere past his toes. Simultaneously, they both mentally concluded: Shit.
"Oh, you must be -" Mood and attention swinging wildly, Tamaki released Kyouya and jumped down toward the twins. But he never did reach them, ad as he stopped short and his outstretched arm fell by his side, the bright smile that had pasted his features melted off his face like wet paint. "You're....Hikaru?"
Hikaru's jaw dropped, Kyouya's eyebrows rose and Tamaki turned his eyes to the stricken face of the 'woman' before him.
"And you're...Kaoru?"
Neither of the two Hitachiins cared to point out that this was the only time that the blond had gotten the game right.
Twins : 350! Tamaki : 1
Yay, Tamaki. Yay! lol - anyway! I hope this was enjoyed. You got twincest (if you squint), Tamaki, Hunny and Mori! And you get yet another chapter preview: Haruhi, Hikaru, Tamaki, Kyouya and Kaoru. Oh, add Fuyumi. Dinner. Love. And a tad bit of jealousy - and probably NOT from who you're expecting, either! So, stay tuned! AND REVIEW! And...seriously, how much is this story worth in all it's originality? The answers been bugging me the whole time I've been typing this! xD