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There was something distinctly twisted about the beautiful little group.
Haruhi hadn't been able to put her finger on it until later. Later. Later when she found out about Tamaki being 'father' and Kyouya 'mother', things started to change. Haruhi became the beloved 'daughter', which must have meant that Hikaru and Kaoru were her 'brothers', as were Mori and Hunny.
Could things get any more perverse and disturbing?
Yes, they could.
And they did.
Was there a name for what they were doing then?
Would it then be considered incestual relations?
Perhaps that idea wasn't too far off – seeing as the two true brothers of the host club certainly liked playing with each other just as much as they enjoyed teasing her. A toy, they had said. She was their toy. A sister. A toy. A host. A member.
Never, ever to be looked upon as a separate person. A human. A woman. The day that Haruhi was something more than 'beloved daughter' or their toy, she suspected that things would change – and perhaps not for the better.
The twins rode about their lives on a perilous perch, the same perch that held Tamaki, Kyouya, Mori and Hunny, and it was one that she was reluctant to shake. They had done so much to change already – she didn't want to force more on them. If they needed her to be a toy, or if being a 'beloved daughter' or a 'sister' was what she had to do to keep things moving smoothly, to keep them from hitting bumps, that was what she would do.
There were, of course, certain lines that had been drawn.
For instance: frilly aprons, chocolate cupcakes, the twins, her, and Tamaki didn't mix very well. And it was nothing sort of miraculous that things had turned out the way they had. Haruhi had warned Hikaru of the repercussions of mixing Tamaki with food – especially the sweet variety. Her words were brushed off. When, after a near explosion of chocolate muffin batter rained about the once spotless kitchen, Kaoru had easily seen Hikaru's mistake and shooed Tamaki from their mansion as soon as was physically possible. This left Haruhi and Hikaru together in the kitchen with little but the chocolate batter (which had by now covered everything) to keep them entertained. It certainly did a good job.
By the time Kaoru returned, almost all of the batter was gone from Haruhi's skin, as was most of her clothing.
"I see that it was a good idea to get rid of our Lord." Kaoru noted as he pulled his shirt up over his head, running his hand along the sticky counter-top, covering his finger-tips with the abandoned batter and smearing it over Haruhi's bare back, only to lick it off moments later. Hikaru smiled devilishly.
"You would be right, Kaoru." He replied, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
"After all," whispered Kaoru in return, as his lips brushed over Haruhi's ear.
"It would be unfortunate…" Hikaru murmured, running playful fingers over his 'sister', his toy.
"If the illusion of 'family' were to be broken." Haruhi concluded, loosing herself to them.
Through the space in the doorway, 'father' watched.
Just a little, the illusion cracked.
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Written for the community Ouran contest on Livejournal. The challenge was 'family'. So, of course, I played around with that and came up with this.
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