Hi everyone! I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! Warning: Includes some swearing, some fight scenes, boyxboy. Hope you all enjoy!

-earlier that morning-

As the sun rose over the distant crest of the sea, light began to flood into the windows and illuminate onto the white silk sheets of the bed. The golden light of filtered brilliance slowly washed over the bare form and figure who was laying under the silken blanket. The figure let out as a sigh as he couldn't do much other than stare blankly ahead of him as his beautiful hazel eyes began to slowly open and bathe in the light. The boy just stared out the window as he watched how the skies were free of clouds or any sign of a storm. The long stretch of room became almost scary to consider as he closed his eyes back to the darkness and cradle of slumber. His body ached and was heavy with exhaustion. His voice felt none existent.

He let out a content sight and fell back into the light slumber which he could no longer fight out of.

However, he had hardly noticed the figure on the left side of him which sighed softly and yawned as it's dark eyes began to open. Unlike himself, the boy surprisingly was not dressed in blue silk pyjamas with red trimmings as he usually was. He too looked tired and exhausted. His hands were smoother than a pure sheet of the finest lined silk. His face gracefully covered the sunlight aura and bathed in every dripping of golden colours as his pale skin shined with new life. His arms although seeming under toned, had begun to look stronger and more well used. His skinny form was beginning to get replaced by new forming muscles from the amount he had been practising and training by himself out in the forest behind his house with his brother.

He sighed contently and let out a sigh as his eyes began to slowly open. He yawned and stretched out as he let the sunlight wash over his face. "I've never had such a good night sleep." He reached up and began to rub the sleep out of his eyes; taking in the entire sight around him of the room. The expensive sheets, the sea view, the emerald draping over head. "It was all just a bad dream." He smiled and covered his face with his hands. "It was just all a bad dream!"
"Uh, huh. Now go back to sleep Michael."

Michael paused for a moment as he turned back to see the mirror of himself in the sleeping and bare figure beneath him. "I don't know Damon." The boy purred as he slowly wrapped his arm around the resembling figure who just groaned at being awoken from his slumber and let out a death glare from under half closed eyes. "Go back to sleep. It's our day off, just enjoy a lie in for once." Damon muttered as he closed his eyes gently again and slumped back under the covers.
"But I want to get up! Come on Damon!"
"Mikey. It's Friday. It's our day off. We were up to the late hours of this morning." The boy finally turned over and Michael purred softly as he gazed down at the mirror image of his eyes and laced his fingers with his brother's.
"Fine... but you're so taking me out later."
"Sleep first. Then we will talk about going out..."

But when the twin finally agreed to lay back down, he felt an arm wind around him and pull him back close. The warmth the body radiated was an ever present comfort that seemed to send waves of safety and acknowledgement throughout him. It was as though his body just seemed to ease at this. "Knew you would come back into bed." Damon smirked to himself.
"Maybe me being Harry would help?" He purred and felt his twin just pull him closer.
"Shut up and go to sleep."

"Too High can't calm down. It's in the air and it's all around. Can you feel me now."

Michael groaned and turned over in bed as his hand grabbed at empty air on the bed side table. He growled annoyed as his fingers finally tapped onto the solid object he was reaching for. "Britney spears... that can only mean one thing!" Damon groaned and shoved his head under the pillow as he tried to muffle out the external sound of the phone. "The real boss is calling." Michael murmured as he slowly curled his hand around the phone and fell back onto the torso of his brother as he stared up at the ceiling. His head rose and fell with Damon's slowly drawn breaths. "You take it." He murmured as he closed his eyes and listened to the steady heart beats of his sibling. "You're used to taking it!" Michael's grin was short lived as his sibling whacked him on the back of the head and turned his head away in a glare. "Fine..." He flipped his phone open on the last ring. "Yo boss. What's up?"
"You're coming in today." A feminine voice stated, leaving no room for space or argument. No greeting. No possible excuse of anything else but straight forward business talk.

But that didn't stop the twins either way.

"What?! We put in a double shift yesterday! That's why we've got today off!"
"Ever heard the saying; Monkey say, monkey do?" Jasmine asked coldly, again in the flat and cutting tone that she always used when ever she addressed business with someone.
"No." Both Michael and Damon chorused back to her as they rolled their eyes in sync. Both gave the same Cheshire cat smirk as they looked at each other and winked in perfect timing.
"No... you troublesome twins wouldn't have... okay. Let me put it like this in a saying even you will know. 'Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die.' Understand?"
"Uh... what?" Both stared at the phone incredulously. They didn't like where their boss was going with this.
"Oh and by the way. You both have the pleasure of waking Harry and telling him he has to come into work too."
"Well... I guess now we really do have to get up." Damon exclaimed and groaned as he got out of bed. "This better be worth it." He muttered to himself as he slowly pulled some boxers up over his pale and smooth body.

Michael smirked and rolled over in the quilt to gaze up at his twin as the boy went about his business and walked away finally into the bathroom. "Finished staring at Damon yet?" Michael could just hear the grin in her voice as he glared back towards the phone.
"Mind your own business!"
"You can wake up Zack too." She stated. "You know... sometimes I can't tell if that thing between you two is really an act or not!"
"And you will never know." Michael hung up the phone and sighed.

Well... he guessed their day off was cancelled.

-Break-

Michael groaned as he put his hands in his pocket and began the long walk up the driveway towards the expanding mansion. "This is such a drag!" He growled and glared out from under his lashes. He threw his hands behind his head with his elbows pointed to the sky. He wanted nothing more than to just turn back around and go back to bed to catch up on a well deserved extra few hours. Maybe curl up next to the pool and work on a sun kissed tan? Oh sounds like heaven. His thoughts purred as a entertained smile sketched itself at the edge of his lips. Well it wasn't as though he didn't deserve it!

Entertaining those pain of a girls and guys didn't come without exhaustion!

Having to place nice with them, hour after hour. Never getting a chance to toy with their heads... to at least even wrench their hearts out of their chests and watch them cry. To watch the looks of pain fill their watery eyes after realising just how truly shallow and bottomless they were for having such selfish wishes. To objectify those in the host club to fulfil their own lonely and sad moments in those long days of being by themselves.

Michael loved that part of the club.

"No, we can't break the hearts of our guests." Damon muttered as he glanced sideways towards his twin, reading his look and mirroring Michael's expression of sadistic joy. Both had enjoyed playing that game since they were kids. Seeing how many people they could break in a certain amount of time... But the host club meant that they couldn't do that any more. It meant that they had to play nice with people. A whole new set of skills that they had to learn, but it made the game all the more interesting! Adding twists and turns to make the final bit of joy and accomplishment all the more better.

He took one headphone out to make sure he could hear his brother speaking... not that he needed to anyway. He could guess what his twin was saying, just from the look in his eyes. The way his body tensed or relaxed. The slightest movement of his shoulder as a indicator how or which direction they would move. They even dressed similarly; for instance, he wore a pure white waist jacket over his midnight black shirt and leather jeans. He knew Michael wouldn't stray far away from that choice of clothing.
"You don't know I was thinking that." Michael smirked.

He loved how in tune he and his twin were. After all, they shared a soul. There was no one on earth who was closer than those two were. "No, I'm worried that we're both about to have our hearts ripped out our chests right now if we wake Harry up." Damon said as he shot a thoughtful look to the clouds about what could be awaiting.
"Jasmine has a death wish for us." Michael nodded with a sigh as he adjusted his casual sleeveless black shirt and deep purple waist jacket. His matching black jeans seemed to make the colour of his skin and eyes stand out all the more dominant.

He turned his head back to the large columns over the marble white porch. Two large mosaic doors stood towering in front of hem as they stretched up to nearly the height of the roof. "I'll say this for Jasmine... she seems to have the host club down to a tee. She makes it seem like running a club is easy!"
"Mainly because we do all the hard work." Damon brushed his arm against his twin and grinned deeply.
"Oh brother dear, I wouldn't let her catch you saying that." Michael purred as he brushed past his sibling and curled his hand around the front door. "Jas-Chan would tear you limb from limb with her words."
"Maybe we can just resort to the quarrelling brother routine and get ourselves the rest of the day off?" Michael stared a little anxiously over at the doorway as Damon had paused as rose an eyebrow.

It was only a couple minutes later after both boys came into the massive mansion that they found themselves crashing out of it.

Both tumbled along the ground and back onto the gravel out front up the gravel as they finally came to a stop and groaned while their bones ached viciously.

They let out a long and exasperated sigh.

"W-Why didn't she tell us that Honey was with him." Damon groaned before seeing stars and passing back out on the floor with his brother.
"DAMON!"
"MICHAEL!"

Both twin's froze and slowly turned their gazes towards each others as their teeth chattered at the cold rush of adrenaline running through their bodies. "Ru-RUN!" They shouted as the two Haninozuka siblings came launching out the front door at them, with large barred teeth and flaming angry eyes.

-Break-

And now here both siblings were, watching as Harry and Zachary had just used their first major move to draw an allured audience. They really knew how to work the whole act between them... then again, it didn't help that Harry had Honey as his tutor!

Slowly Harry moved the side of his gaze across to them as a smirk threatened to edge up the side of his mouth at them. He let his little cupid wing flutter has his large adorable eyes shined with fake tears. "Hard to believe that's the same Harry as we saw this morning." Damon murmured as he rubbed the place Harry's slap had sent him flying out the open doors to the house. His cheeks was still sore... man that boy was quite strong when he punched someone... but his slaps?

They were more painful than a charging elephant and bull in a stampede.

May god ever have mercy on them, if Honey Senpai ever taught his younger brother any form of fighting. It would be the end of all life on the planet. With Harry-Kun's temper and those skills of acting? It would be one of the most deadly combinations! He would be able to get close to anyone and destroy them! He would be a military weapon on legs!

Both brothers shuddered as the thought passed between them, imagining Harry's grinning face over them as they felt about five inches tall. "

Both turned and grinned as something began to occur to the mischievous pair.

"I never really was one for rules." Michael grinned like a Cheshire cat mirroring his twin.
"Next week... We'll do it next week."

Both turned back slowly to watch how Harry was slowly moving across the room elegantly in a perfect step dance, moving across each part of the floor as though it was a soft blanket of clouds. The boy's costume shined out.

"I wonder how much it would take." Both whispered, pushing against each other slowly as their backs fit like a piece of a puzzle. "What it would take."

Their grins deepened.

"To get them two to break their high horse rules."

Both had small flash in their eyes as they laughed and slowly slipped away, already planning their next move.