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Now on to chapter 9!
***MAKEOVER!***
The lady walking thought the door next morning wasn't Haruhi. She had long flowing hair, perfect makeup, and was wearing clothes that were right off the runways.
"Hey! Lady, you can't just barge in here! This is our private dressing room! What if we were undressing?" Hikaru stops the woman in her tacks at the door.
"Good morning to you too, Hikaru." Haruhi slid down at her desk in the middle of the room and began to boot up her laptop.
"Haruhi? What's with the wig?" Kaoru walks over to stand next to his brother with an equally confused expression.
"I get it... Haruhi is pretty without a makeover!" Honey walks over wielding Usa-chan and a big smile.
"nice try... but you still have to. If not your physical aspects, then at least let up help you in the clothing department, we have been itching to have somebody try on our female clothing." They say together and drag Haruhi towards the doors.
"I'm happy you guys like me, because if you didn't I'd be dead by now. You guys are devilish and crazy." Haruhi said trying to struggle out of their grasp.
"We know." The y opened a door and behind it was the largest bathroom Haruhi had ever seen, it was the size of the large apartment she and Renge shared and then some. Inside the room were another set of twins.
"Haruhi this is Kazumi and Mai, our maids, and people who love to do makeovers." Kaoru and Hikaru pushed Haruhi towards the women in jeans, pink t shirts and black smocks. They slide out of the room, and Haruhi finds herself in a chair.
"So, Haruhi, we are told you need a haircut, mani/pedi, and makeup tutorials?" Mai speaks and Kazumi pulls off Haruhi's wig.
"Hey, I need that back! That's mine!" Haruhi tries to take the wig back, but in the blink of an eye it's gone.
"Sorry. Okay ready to be beautiful?" Kazumi comes up behind Haruhi with a pair of scissors and a comb.
"I am in no way ready for this but do I have a choice?"
"Nope." Haruhi sighed as she watched her hair fall the floor.
***OHHH more twins***
Two hours later Haruhi stumbles into the adjoining room, polished, buffed, and with an unnecessary amount of makeup on her face.
"I'm here, and I let your maids play dolly with me. I'm guessing you guys are going to do the same." Haruhi leans on the wall, calling to Hikaru and Kaoru, who were out of sight but not out of earshot.
"Yep. Come here. We wanna get this done without Kyoya yelling at us for taking so long." Haruhi turns the corner and the boys stop dead in their tracks. Kaoru drops the boxes he was carrying and ten pairs of pumps spill out on the floor. Hikaru lets a mess of clothes fall upon the shoes as well.
"What? It looks that bad? Really? Um, I'm gonna—No! Don't go!" the twins grab Haruhi after cutting her off and place her on a couch and pick up the fallen clothing. They then pull a rack of clothes out of the closet longer than the room, so part of it is still in the closet.
"I'm not trying any of those on. They are either pinky, to frilly, or too short. And I don't wear anything like that." Haruhi gets off the couch and walks towards the door.
"You're passing up free clothes? Think of all the ootoro that would go to waste, Kaoru. It's a shame." Hikaru sighs and rests his chin on his brother's shoulder and wraps his arms around his neck.
" What? Did-did you say something about ootoro?" Haruhi turns around immediately.
"Well, yeah, we had some if you wanted it, but I guess you don't want to try on the clothes..." Kaoru smirks.
"You guys are bribing me? Who told you I like ootoro?"
"Renge. I never knew you mom was dead and your dad became a tranny after her death because he'd never love another woman! It's quite romantic you know." Hikaru walks over to the rack and pulls out a modest yellow sundress.
"Yeah, well, telling my bosses my mom is dead isn't really anything more than a sob story, so I never mentioned it. This is really adorable, when did you guys as Renge about me, including my measurements?" Haruhi took the sundress and began to the bathroom. No way was she changing in front of grown men...
"We asked her last night. " Hikaru grabs a box of yellow wedges to go along with the dress
"Where are you going Haruhi? We aren't idiots, there's a dressing room over here." Kaoru pointed over to the corner of the large room, where a curtained off corner was marked off. Hikaru and Kaoru pull Haruhi over to the corner and pull her in with them.
"No way. I can dress myself. It's a sundress, and I can tie the halter top part by myself." Haruhi pushes the twins out of the room and she pulls off her robe she ended up wearing and slips on the sundress as fast as possible.
"Here, how do I look?" Haruhi steps out to realize the audience of two has grown to six.
"Oh, Daughter, you look lovely!" Tamaki runs over and glomps Haruhi.
"Don't touch me there, that's sexual harassment! "Haruhi cries pulls away from the French man.
"Red Card!" Hikaru and Karou call, and the everybody bursts out laughing except Haruhi and Tamaki.
***Bad Tamaki***
"What does this have to do with the Host club?" Haruhi asked when she was trying on a scarlet, strapless ball gown, her third ball gown in a row.
"Well all the ball gowns and costumes we made will be kept here for Themed day, but you can keep all the other clothes." Kaoru speaks once he makes sure the other clothes are packed up and ready to go with Haruhi, all thirteen boxes of clothes.
"I'm gonna change out of this and into something else." Haruhi slips off the blood- colored monstrosity, and pulls on the yellow sundress. It was her favorite article of clothing she tried on today, so she asked if she could wear it once she was done (which wasn't that long thanks to the help of ootoro).
"Now what do we do? I we already have tomorrow's theme planned out, The weekly order of cakes arrived earlier, so what else is there to do?" Haruhi steps out in the sundress and walks over to the men.
"We could play a game..." Hikaru and Kaoru look upon Haruhi with Cheshire grins.
"Aren't we too old for games?" Haruhi asks.
"No, not this game, but we got to warn you we always play a penalty game if somebody loses and nobody has ever won." They step back ruffle their hair into a way that makes it look windblown, and they both make a sly grin upon their faces.
"So, Haruhi, which one is Hikaru?" they smile and say in union.
"Hikaru's on the left, and Kaoru is on the right, which usually Hikaru is on the right and Kaoru is on the left. " Haruhi smiles and walks towards the doors.
"Uh Oh! You got it wrong!" They smile and high five each other.
"No I'm right, you may look alike but there are ways to tell you apart." She smiles her irresistibly cut smile, and walks towards the doors along with the rest of the club. But Hikaru and Kaoru just stand and watch the girl who has begun to melt the locks on their caged hearts, walk away.
**** Yay it's the "Which one is Hikaru game!"****
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