I think we've established the fact that Ouran is not mine.
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Haruhi stepped in nervously, looking around. This is it. This could spell my doom. But I haven't even really started, yet!
She could hear one of the twins drawl behind her "We have a new trainee. The pipsqueak needs a uniform."
A thin, balding, middle aged man stood, eyeing the three newcomers. "Yes, of course." He said in a thin voice. Just let me…" He looked around and started grabbing pins and articles of clothing before advancing on Haruhi, who stood frozen. He handed her a rough shirt and pants. "Put these on, so I can adjust them." He raised his eyebrows and gestured for her to do so. She swallowed.
"Actually…" Haruhi turned to see Kaoru with that disturbing catlike expression on his face. "We wanted you to take up the matter of the quality of fabric with the seamstresses. They should be still working now in the storerooms, and we'd appreciate you discussing it with them."
"But-" The man began protesting, looking over at Haruhi. "I thought I was supposed to-"
"We can take care of him. Now go." Hikaru started circling Haruhi as the man left, muttering.
"Can you just order him around like that?" Haruhi frowned, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Kaoru shrugged. "We're noble. And our mother… one of her hobbies is designing clothes. The queen took notice of it a while back and mother's been the main voice of fashion in the kingdom ever since. One word from her and a tailor like him could lose his job in a heartbeat."
"Oh. That makes… sense." Kouru smiled. "Now you heard the man. Put these on. There's a screen if you don't want to dress in front of us…"
She was off like a shot, ducking behind the screen and undressing and dressing as quickly as possible.
Out of earshot, Hikaru and Kaoru were, once again, having a low conversation.
"I'm sure. Did you see the look on… his face."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Why though?"
"There could be a few reasons, but…"
"…But it'll certainly stir things up around here. Think anyone else knows?"
"Maybe. But then again, half the people here are…"
"… Really stupid and oblivious? Yeah."
Haruhi stepped out from behind the screen, and the two taller boys walked over and started tugging and pinching at the cloth on her body. She breathed a sigh of relief. As much time as Yuki had spent in the last few years making jokingly sympathetic comments about Haruhi's diminutive chest size, it was actually beneficial in this situation. And for what was there, she's managed to wrap s tight bandage around her upper body to bind it. She stood absolutely still when the twins started sticking pins in the fabric to show where it should be cut and resewn.
When they were done, the twins straightened, surveying their handiwork. When they were apparently satisfied, they nodded and shooed Haruhi back behind the screen. "Be careful of the pins!" One of them called. When Haruhi reappeared, she handed the twins the uniform, and Hikaru, in turn, put it on the tailor's desk.
"So, that tour of the palace…" Kaoru started.
Haru shook her head. After the nervousness had worn off and she realized she'd dodged that bullet, she'd discovered how tired she really was. With a yawn, she shrugged. "Not now. I just want to sleep right now. I've had a rather eventful day, and training starts for me tomorrow."
Kaoru shrugged, and they started back off to the trainee's wing.