A/N: This is mainly just a filler chapter for my own amusement~ Catering to all those who like a bit of HikaruxHaruhixKaoru on the side of their HaruhixKyoya ;D which I quite clearly do! Plus it's fun to write!~
Now my little buttercups, enjoy~
"No way." It was hard to fight the temptation to stamp my feet in protest. I had already been forced into a multitude of dresses, each one more ridiculous than the last. I swear that they were trying to drive me crazy with all these elaborate and skimpy garments, none of which would be suitable for meeting your boyfriend's incredibly wealthy family let alone step outside in.
"Aw, c'mon Haruhi!" Kaoru begged, swinging another dress in front of me enticingly. The red fabric shimmered under the intense lighting of the twins' studio.
Hikaru didn't pause in his browsing of fashion collections stored in a huge walk in wardrobe at the back end of the room, "You've got to at least try them on."
"That tiny piece of fabric can hardly be called a dress," I deadpanned. My arms were crossed in defiance and Kaoru looked as though he were ready to jump on me and wrestle the dress onto me if it were the last thing he did. Mischief and determination shone brightly in his amber depths that narrowed dangerously at me.
"We've got smaller things you could try on, if you must know," Hikaru sang, carrying out another armful of possibilities that I would be forced into whether I liked it or not. He held up one in particular and came to stand behind me, pulling the material tight across my body in such a way that crushed me hard against the length of his body as he inspected the view in the floor length mirror. I watched his reflection resting his head on my shoulder and analysing my appearance before he leant down and whispered softly in my ear, "And you'd look great in all of them."
"Now change!" They both cried out gleefully, giving me a light shove towards the changing area with the dresses piled high in my arms. Sighing, I resigned myself to the inevitable torture of acting as the twins' dress-up doll for the next few hours and dumped the clothing on the dressing table.
"I don't know why I put up with this nonsense," I muttered under my breath as I tugged off each article of my school uniform.
Light sniggering could be heard from the other side of the black satin curtain that separated my half-naked body from the Hitachiins' leering eyes. "Because you love us?"
"And we give you the most gorgeous free clothes?" The other sang playfully.
I didn't give them the satisfaction of an answer and continued pulling the tight garment over my head. My arms got stuck as I tried to manoeuvre my body into the right holes but with a large amount of effort it finally pulled into place. Glancing in the mirror, I took note of the way it clung to every inch of my body like a second skin.
"Hurry up! Or do we need to come in and help you?" One voice called out in a mock seductive tone. The tapping of an impatient foot echoed in the enormous room but I just rolled my eyes and tried to tug the dress down to cover more of my legs before revealing myself to my best friends.
"We'd be happy to slip you out of those clothes," another hummed. I could almost imagine the suggestive wiggling of auburn eyebrows.
I poked my head out through the curtains and glared at the pair as they chuckled at my expense. "You wouldn't dare. I'm finished anyway, but I look a mess."
Four hands latched onto me and dragged me out into plain view where the critiquing session began. I felt truly exposed as each little part of me was thoroughly inspected but the prying eyes. "Hmmm… Maybe in a different colour."
"And maybe a little bow around the waist?"
Storming back to the safety of the changing room, I attempted to yank the dress over my head as quickly as possible and tangled myself up in the stretchy fabric again. "I am never going out looking like this. It's like I'm wearing nothing!"
"That would still be an improvement," Both voices chimed with amusement.
"Quit joking around guys. I really do need your help here," I slumped against the back of the dressing room in defeat, pulling my knees up under my chin with the dress rumpled up around my chest. "The last time I met Kyoya's father, I openly insulted the guy in front of everyone so I highly doubt I'm in his good books."
"Nobody is in that man's good books," Kaoru peeked into the changing room with sympathetic eyes and began to help me out of the death trap of a dress. His fingers worked nimbly and I was free in a matter of seconds. I hardly noticed in that moment that I was sitting in front of the blushing boy in nothing but underwear.
Hikaru paced around on the other side of the curtain, presumably picking the next dress for me to try on. "He's a modern day Scrooge."
"But, what we can do-" Kaoru crouched down beside me and pulled me into a one armed embrace.
"- is make you look drop dead gorgeous." Hikaru wandered in with a new pile of dresses, all in pale pastel tones and no lycra in sight. The relief that shot through my system was enough to make me pull Kaoru into a tight hug, in which I ignored his embarrassed protests until he returned the favour and smiled up appreciatively at the other twin.
"Would that be enough, you highness?" They jested in unison. A long white gown was dropped over my head, enveloping both me and Kaoru in a flowing cascade of shimmering silk.
"Then I suggest you start working your magic," I teased, prodding Kaoru in the side with a pointed finger. He winced but beamed at me in delight whilst his brother buzzed in and out of the changing area with hoards of new choices followed by shoes and handbags. I was in for a long night.