"NO!" Hikaru shouted as the small girl stood in front of him.
She was out of the school's uniform, and the sight was ghastly in his option. She wore black pants that he couldn't tell if they were sweatpants or business slacks, and the indecision drove him crazy. An oversized sweater hung off one shoulder revealing a white oxford style shirt that she left untucked. Clumpy dark shoes on her feet as her oversized glasses fell off her nose. If I didn't know any better I would swear she was a guy, the elder twin thought.
"Well we tried," Haruhi sighed as she slouched down on to a chair in a very un-lady like manner.
"Haruhi, darling just wait one minute," Mrs. Hitachiin called as she gripped her obstinate son by the ear pulling him in to her private office and closing the door.
"Mom you have got to be kidding me! Not only does the girl have no fashion sense what so ever but she is stubborn, argumentative, a complete pain in the ass…" Hikaru began as he listed off the girl's faults on his fingers.
"So a female version of you my little Imp?" his mother quipped interrupting his rant.
"Mother," the elder twin hissed as he turned away from her to look out the small office window that ran along the door.
The girl in question was slouching in the chair as his brother was running his hand through her hair and seemingly asking her a question. Soon Renge leapt forward and tackled Haruhi in an impressive bear hug, as his twin doubled over laughing.
"No, she will be the client you have to cater too," his mother said as she came up behind her eldest son.
"But Kaoru…" Hikaru began to whine.
"My little munchkin is a lot more easy going that you are, and you know it," the woman said as she crossed her arms over her chest as the elder twin muttered in anger. "Besides I know how much you love a challenge,"
"This one is too much of one," He mumbled as he groaned in frustration hanging his head back as he reached for the door to open it.
"Oh and Hikaru, I would not be upset if Haruhi were to become a Hitachiin," She said smugly as he looked back at his mother in confusion.
"Please like that will ever happen," He grunted as he opened the door and slammed it close.
"Never, say never darling," the woman said as she sat down at her desk and began scrolling through a list of parental contacts for Class 1A.
Haruhi walked in to the school on Monday, after Hikaru had come back from throwing his tantrum, she had spent a few hours arguing about different designs. Why did I even agree to do this? She thought as the conversation she had with the twin's mother popped in to her head.
The Chairman had left to deal with some kind of crisis leaving Haruhi and Mrs. Hitachiin alone.
"So darling, Mr. Suoh tells me you're in my son's class," the woman asked as she sipped the tea that the chairman's secretary had brought in.
"Yes, although up until a few days ago I doubt they even knew I existed," the girl said as he placed her cup back down on the table.
"And they call themselves my sons; I thought I told those boys that any exceptionally cute girl must be brought before me immediately," the woman chided softly as she looked the girl up and down.
"Was there a reason you had the chairman call me here?" the brunet asked pointedly as she blinked unamused at the woman.
"Oh yes, how silly of me. I don't know if you are aware, but I am the CEO and head designer for my own high end label," Yuzuha said proudly.
"No I did not," Haruhi said quietly as she tried to not seem board, if there was one thing Haruhi cared nothing for it was fashion.
"Yes well my sons are heirs to the entire empire but before I can hand over the reins there are a few lessons that need to be learned," Mrs. Hitachiin said as Haruhi nodded her head in agreement as the woman continued. "They currently lack the ability to work with anyone other than themselves so I have come up with a plan but I need your help,"
"With what, not trying to be rude but I could care less about my physical appearance. Shouldn't we be judged by out character rather than how expensive our clothes are?" Haruhi asked dryly as the woman sitting across from her cocked her head and looked at her pointedly.
The room was quiet for several minutes as the fashion designer seemed to mull the abrasive question around in her head. Soon that mischievous smirk her sons had inherited crept across her face.
"Yes, you will be perfect!" she exclaimed.
"For what?" the brunet asked.
"I want my sons, Hikaru especially, to learn that you can't always bully your way into getting what you want. And you are the perfect person to do that," she said excitedly.
"I don't think that…" Haruhi began but was cut off.
"You are the girl that caused quiet the scene at the ball?" Mr. Hitachiin asked.
"Well yes,"
"And you can tell my boys apart without fail?" the woman asked raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"That's true but…"
"You're perfect; I need someone who isn't going to cave. Someone who will make sure he is trying compromise. Someone who if need be will argue with him till her is a blubbering mess!" the woman squealed.
'Mrs. Hitachiin," the brunet began.
"I insist you call me mom," Yuzuha interrupted again as she placed a manicured hand on top of the girl's
"Mrs. Hitachiin," Haruhi said again as the woman pouted. "While I understand why you would choose me…"
"Yes yes, and the fact that you are so adorable is just icing on the cake," Mrs. Hitachiin said as her phone began to beep incessantly. "Now I have to run darling, I will have my assistant call you with the details, Ta!" The woman called as she ran out of the office leaving a studded Haruhi.
Opening the door to her classroom she made her way to her desk. The few students that where there were pouring over their books. Those two are a lot more like their mother then they realize, she thought as she dug through her bag to get her text book out.
She was initially going to turn down the offer but when the designer offered to pay her Haruhi took the job. I need a new computer and if dad hadn't destroyed my old on I wouldn't have to do this, she grumbled in her head as she heard a large group of people enter the class room.
"Haruhi!" Renge's excited voice filled the otherwise silently class room as she ran towards the girl crushing her from behind with a hug.
"Renge?" the brunette asked as she blinked in confusion.
"Of course it was me silly, and I have made a decision. Now that you're my friend I am going to make you my new project," the girl squealed excitedly.
"You really don't have to do that," Haruhi said as she looked over at the half French girl.
"I know that's was makes me so nice, so as my friend I need you to show me around,"
"Yes Renge I have no problem doing that," Haruhi said, for all her faults she could tell that Renge meant well.
"Good because I heard you have an in with the Host club," the blonde said excitedly.
"I don't think I would call it an in…"
"Well never mind what you call it we are going today," the girl said excitedly.
"Renge I have a lot of home work…"
"I reserved us a spot at the twin's table!" Renge shouted in glee as Haruhi grumbled in annoyance.
Someone just shoot me!