|Working for the Hitachiins
Author: starry night blue PM
COMPLETE - Haruhi has signed up to work as a personal maid for the Hitachiin twins. Little does she know that they were going to make life hell for her...Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Haruhi F. & Kaoru H. - Chapters: 18 - Words: 44,388 - Reviews: 609 - Favs: 355 - Follows: 240 - Updated: 10-09-08 - Published: 04-24-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3506478
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D/C: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club...although I'd settle for one of the twins.
Hello!! Well, this is my first stab at writing for Ouran...I've downloaded and watched the episodes in one week, and I'm an avid fan! I particularly love the twins, and that's why my first fic features them. Well, anyway, I'll stop chattering aimlessly and leave you to read. Enjoy!!
Working for the Hitachiins
Even though it gave her a sense of deep foreboding to walk into the room of the two young sirs the servants have told her so much about, Fujioka Haruhi was obliged to do this...especially since she'd been assigned to be their personal maid.
When Haruhi had accepted the job of a maid at the Hitachiin manor, she had no idea she was going to end up a "possible" toy for two guys who were famous for their bad attitude, and their belief that they were on top of the world. But when the father, Hitachiin-san had confessed that no one else would take the job, and that he'd pay her twice as much if she took it, she finally agreed...especially since would certainly help her save money for the university fees which she had no other way of securing.
"Um, excuse me?" she said, awkwardly, looking into the darkness of the spacious room. Damn rich bastards; this room is twice as large as my house. The curtains were drawn, and she wasn't able to see where her masters' beds were located. She walked further into the room. "Hitachiin-sama? And...Hitachiin-sama?"
"Ehhh? Who are you?"
The room was suddenly flooded in light, and Haruhi slowly looked around. There, on the single King-sized bed, lay her bosses. Two identical twins with wild, reddish-brown hair and honey-colored eyes. They were propped up against the pillows, bare-chested, with their arms around each other. Haruhi felt a blush creep up her cheeks; was it proper for two brothers to share the same bed?
Here goes nothing. She bowed quickly. "Gomen-nasai," she murmured, before looking up at them. "I'm Fujioka Haruhi; I'm your new maid starting today."
There was a brief moment where both the twins just watched her openly, and Haruhi felt oddly exposed. Their eyes were cold and rather creepy, and it made her feel kind of insecure. She wished she could turn and leave the room, but knew that that would undoubtedly get her fired.
I wish they'd stop staring at me like a poodle in a dog contest. "Um...if you'll want to get up, breakfast is..." she started, as an attempt to break the silence.
"I don't recall allowing you to speak," one of the twins interrupted her, and she nodded and bowed again.
Then, that same Hitachiin twin swung his legs off the bed and made his way towards her, while the other just plopped forward on his stomach, arms folded before him, watching as if some kind of interesting show. Haruhi had to stop herself from trembling nervously as the boy circled her, studying her from all angles. Occasionally, he touched her short brown hair or trailed a finger down the skin of her arm, but he said nothing. Finally, he left her side and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her keenly.
"What do you think, Kaoru?" he asked.
The boy named Kaoru rolled over on his back. "I don't know," he said in a bored tone. "Lenalee was much prettier."
"Yeah, wasn't she?" the other, Hikaru agreed.
What the hell? Haruhi felt her cheeks flush with indignation. "I'm sorry, but if I may say this, looks have got nothing to do with the way I perform my job," she said quietly...although there was a definite edge to her voice.
A brief look of surprise passed over the twins' face, but then they both smirked simultaneously.
"Well, this is interesting, we've..." Hikaru remarked.
"...never had a maid who spoke her opinions," Kaoru added.
"We could keep her..."
"...but we could also fire her for that."
"What do you think, Ha-ru-hi?"
They both uttered their last question at the same time, and Haruhi was still marveling at how they managed to finish each other's sentences without the slightest pause, and it took her a moment to realize that they've asked her a question. She flushed again. "G-gomen-nasai," she said hurriedly, taking a quick bow. But when she rose up, she gave them a firm look. "I wouldn't want to be fired on the first day of my job, and I would appreciate it if you excused my insolence...but still, that's not for me to decide. It's up to you to make that choice."
"Ohh? That's an interesting answer," Hikaru commented.
Kaoru crawled to his brother's side, and draped his arm around him from the back. He smirked at Haruhi. "What will you be willing to do for us if we keep you?" he asked her.
Haruhi frowned. "Is this a trick question?" she asked him.
Kaoru just smiled. "You decide what it is," he replied.
Haruhi pondered over this for a moment. "Well, I'll do anything to please my masters, as long as it doesn't clash with my ethics or my values," she said carefully. "Then, I'd walk out of here on my own."
"Does singing clash with your ethics and values?" Hikaru asked promptly.
Haruhi blinked; she certainly hadn't seen that coming. "Excuse me?" she said.
Hikaru pulled out what she recognized as an iPod from his pocket and dangled it in front of her. "I just found that my player's out of batteries, and Kaoru won't lend me his," he told her. "But I've wanted to hear some music this morning, and now I can't..."
Eh? Haruhi was bewildered; why was he telling her that now? "I...I don't understand," she said.
"He wants you to sing for him, silly," Kaoru said, irritably. "Can you sing for him?"
Haruhi took a step backwards and raised her hands up defensively in front of her. "I'd rather not sing, Hitachiin-sama..." she started.
"Why? Is it against your ethics?" Hikaru sneered.
"No! It's just that I don't possess a good singing voice!" she said defensively.
"We don't care," the twins intoned. "We want you to sing. Do it. Now. Or we'll fire you."
Damn rich bastards. She cleared her throat, and opened her mouth...only to have the most horrible singing voice roll off her tongue, and the twins burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs and rolling about on the bed. I hate this job.
A/N: Done!! I know it was kinda short, but this is just the first chapter. I promise to make the next chapters longer. But, anyway, that aside, what did you think of the story? The idea's pretty interesting, isn't it? Well, I'm waiting for your reviews, so don't hold them back, okie?
- S. N. B.