Hikaru tapped his foot impatiently while he waited outside the community center. He had taken extra precautions not to be seen, having taken a strange, winding path and switching limos twice, not to mention his disguise being a simple V-neck and gray sweatpants, his hair hidden under a black wig, sunglasses hiding his eyes.

He was not a happy camper. This wasn't how he wanted to spend any of his time, much less his Saturday, but here he was, waiting for his twin (Hikaru refused to call him that, though, insisting on either Kaoru or "Commoner") who was running thirty minutes late.

Of course, it was Hikaru's fault. He was the one who had agreed to it, albeit because he was tired and not in the mood to argue with Aoi, who was still upset with him for Tuesday night. At least his disguise was comfy, even if the wig was a little itchy.

Just as he was about to call up his driver and tell him to pick him up in a back street, Hikaru saw a bob of orange hair on the horizon, connected to a skinny, pale body, running. "Great," he mumbled sarcastically to himself, watching as Kaoru continued jogging. "Now I can't leave." Although if he did try to leave, he wouldn't be surprised if Aoi popped out of some hiding place and yelled at him.

"Sorry I'm late," Kaoru told him, leaning over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"What, do you run marathons so you keep people waiting?"

"Actually, I just came from school. I had to sneak away because my Art club is-"

"Shhh." Hikaru put a finger to his lips, watching as Kaoru shut up. He smirked, asking, "Hear that?" Kaoru warily shook his head no, and Hikaru leaned in, his smirk only growing. "That's the sound of me not giving a shit."

Kaoru frowned. "Do you just wake up in the morning and think of ways to be a jerk?"

"Only when I have to deal with commoners."

"I'm your twin."

Hikaru cringed when he said it, Kaoru not looking incredibly comfortable about mentioning the fact that they were related, either. However, it was clear he was more open to the idea and had accepted it, while Hikaru was still in sweet denial. "Don't use that word," he snapped.

"What, 'twin'?"

"Yes. It makes it sound like we're close."

Kaoru only rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Hikaru grew angry at his treating him like an equal or underling, but before he could open his mouth to make a snide remark, Kaoru asked, nonchalantly sliding his hands into his jean pockets, "So what's the story?"

It took Hikaru a second to realize what he was talking about, but he quickly pulled out a folded up piece of notebook paper from his pocket that Aoi had given him. She had gone over his fake story at least a hundred times the night before and on the drive over, but Hikaru hadn't bothered to listen. Luckily, she had accounted for that and written everything he needed to know and gave it to him in the limo. "My name's Hiroshi, and I'm your cousin."

"Mother's side or father's?"

"Does it matter?"

"Better if we agree on details than if we say something different and end up looking suspicious."

"Then how about this? I don't talk to you or your friends, and you all don't talk to me, and then I'll leave at the same time so Aoi thinks I actually went through with this."

Kaoru was a little hurt that Hikaru wanted nothing to do with him, but he wasn't one to give up. "Let me introduce you to them, at least."

Hikaru wasn't one to compromise, but what was the harm in saying hello? "Whatever floats your boat, commoner."

"That's another thing."

"What is?"

"You can't call us commoners. You're one of us."

"No I'm-" Hikaru cut himself off, Kaoru looking slightly worried at the fact that he couldn't even keep his cover around one person. "Oh. Right."

Deciding that if he waited any longer he would realize just how bad of an idea this was, Kaoru led Hikaru inside the community center, heading over to one of the large gym areas set up for the competition, with bleachers on either side. He spotted Tamaki, Kyouya, and Haruhi who waved to him, and navigated expertly through the crowd of spectators already seated on the bleachers. Hikaru, on the other hand, was used to people moving for him, and clumsily tripped and stepped on people's toes, managing to disrupt half the crowd.

"Glad you could make it, Hunny's about to compete," Haruhi greeted with a smile.

As Kaoru and Hikaru took a seat, Kyouya asked, "Who's this, Kaoru?"

"My cousin, Hiroshi," Kaoru told them, Hikaru refusing to make eye contact and looking forward, obviously bored.

After a few moments of silence, Kaoru elbowed Hikaru in the side, the pop-star in disguise growling and looking over at the others and grumbling, "Hi."

It was clear Hikaru wanted no more part in the conversation, but Tamaki hadn't spoken yet, and he was more than curious. "You never told us you had a cousin!" Turning his attention to Hikaru/Hiroshi, he leaned over Kaoru and started bombarding his "cousin" with questions. "Where are you from? Do you have any siblings? What school do you go to? Are you in any clubs? How about-mmf!"

Hikaru clamped a hand over Tamaki's mouth. While Tamaki had been busy spouting away, what little patience Hikaru had deteriorated quickly. "Look," he snapped, his eyes still looking forward. "Not gonna lie, I don't want to be here right now. I'm not your friend, so let's keep it that way, because from only the past ten seconds I can tell you're goddamn annoying and a huge pain in the ass. So I kindly suggest you shut the hell up."

Removing his hand, Tamaki could only stay frozen in place, pure shock, agony, and depression taking over his smiling face. He collapsed back dramatically, no one really bothering to see if he was okay as he did that sort of thing all the time, but instead they stared at Hikaru in silence. Even Haruhi, who usually wasn't curious or interested at all, studied him.

And so everyone was surprised when Kaoru began slowly clapping, Tamaki popping back up to join the others in turning to now stare at Kaoru. Hikaru glared, snarling, "What?"

Kaoru could only grin. "Congrats. You've just won 'Worst First Impression of the Year'. How do you feel about your award?"

"You're hilarious." Hikaru turned his attention back to staring straight forward, although this time with a scowl on his face.

Haruhi asked Kaoru in a whisper, "Is he always this…unpleasant?"

"Well, I don't know him that well," Kaoru whispered back, smirking, "But I think it's pretty safe to say yes."

"He said he doesn't want to be here, so why is he?" Leave it to Kyouya to start asking the hard questions. Luckily, the truth wasn't too hard to twist.

"Our moms are good friends, so they figured we should start hanging out more. When they heard about how we were all going to see Hunny and Mori compete, they figured Hiroshi should tag along. His mom threatened to ground him if he doesn't go through with it."

"Oh look! Hunny's starting!" Tamaki pointed to one of the areas set up with mats and judges, everyone, including Hikaru, watching as Hunny bowed to his opponent.

Hikaru burst out laughing.

He gripped his sides, and had trouble staying balanced on the bleacher, causing quite a few audience members to give him dirty looks, which he was oblivious to. "Who let the third grader compete? Look! Look! He's a foot shorter than who he's fighting! Shouldn't he be getting ready for naptime?"

Tamaki decided it was his turn to be smug. "Just watch," he ordered, feeling as though this was a little bit of payback for Hikaru shutting him up earlier.

Hikaru rolled his eyes, but kept watching anyway, stifling chuckles.

The spar began, and Hunny was flipped into the air, landed on his feet, delivering punches and kicks at the speed of lightning, blocking every blow, never losing his balance or backing down. He won in a little over three minutes.

"He's a little slower than usual," Haruhi commented.

Kyouya replied, "He said he was having a bit of an off day."

Tamaki nodded. "He said he didn't have as much cake as usual."

Kaoru turned to Hikaru. "So, what do you think, Hirsohi?"

Hikaru only sat, perfectly still, with his mouth gaping. It took him a few seconds to snap out of his daze, shaking his head as if to gain back his ability to process thoughts. "I'm getting a snack."

As soon as he was out of earshot, Tamaki decided to gloat over his triumph. "Not so high and mighty now, is he? Oh, we showed him! Don't you agree, my darling daughter?"

"What are you talking about? Hunny did all the work."

Instantly he deflated, whimpering about how his "daughter" was disrespecting him, the others ignoring him as Kyouya asked, "Is Hiroshi staying with us for the celebration? We're heading over to the coffee house. Tamaki and I dropped off plenty of cake there, if Hirsohi would like to join us."

Tamaki gasped, making a quick recovery from Haruhi's comment, "No, we're not allowing that devil to be anywhere near my precious daughter! He's corrupting her mind!"

"Tamaki let go of my arm."

"Oh, don't worry," Kaoru told them, "He won't want to stick around anyway."

And Kaoru found himself wondering if that made him ecstatic or disappointed.

Happy birthday to the twins! *blows party horn* I was debating whether or not to write a little oneshot, but I needed to get this up, so I'll count this as my contribution.

Not much to say. Next chapter will be after the tournament. I was going to include it in this chapter, but the more I wrote, the longer it got, and unless I wanted to spend another few days on it and have a ridiculously long chapter, I knew it needed to be in two parts.

So I didn't login for a few days, and when I come back we have Image Manager. Can't say I'm too fond of it right now. It just seems like more work, in all honesty. I'm not going to spend a lot of time looking for what would be a great cover for my fanfics. I guess if you guys happen to stumble on anything that would work nicely for this story, send me a link.

Until next time, read and enjoy!