This story was originally meant to be a one-shot and look how far it went! If it wasn't for your support it wouldn't have made it this far and doing this story improved my general story writing skills. You are all amazing. *cries*

The brunette entered the bedroom that was supposed to belong to her for the night and after a few moments of searching she found her bookbag laying in the bottom of the oversized tub in the private bathroom. A frown tugged at the edge of her lips at its ironic placement but she shaked her thoughts away as she dug through the bag looking for her warmest clothes. The house's temperature felt a few degrees cooler than before and the unseen draft was making her skin shiver as she felt like she was soaked to the bone. Pulling out a pair of jeans and a purple hoodie she slipped off the heavy damp dress happily discarding it roughly to the side before changing her undergarmets. She was oringinally wearing boy short underwear but she cursed silently to herself when all she could find in the bag was a pair black panties with frilly pink lace at the edges.

"I really hate you sometimes, dad," she mummled wearing a stony expression. The girl was in no mood to play dress up again but luckly only the undergarmets and night gown were the only things worth spitting at. As she flipped the bag upside down to shake out everything else she found a note with a sacrlet kiss stain under the pile. 'Oh, boy...' she thought sacrcastily.' She gingerly unfolded it and began to read the letter with annoyance.

Haruhi,

I'm so proud that you are socializing more and espically not with Tamaki. I just wanted to say that the boys are welcomed over anytime in the future. I know you are responsible but be careful with those twins. They might be the trouble making types but I feel that they are the kind of people who would support you for a lifetime. Its always good to have friends like that in your life. You know I personally had people turn their backs on me when I switched to my new "lifestyle" but the ones that sticked by me were the ones that counted. Also, don't get greedy with keeping the both all to yourself. ;) And if anytime in the future threatens your relationship with them, try listening to your heart instead of your mind for once. Life is about taking risks. Kay?

-Love Daddy-kins

Reading the part about "listening to your heart" left a bad taste in the girl's mouth, she shuddered. She just wasn't that kind of person to get tangled in such trivial love triangle drama. The only reason she took that bet in the first place was to gain freedom away from them and now she is more tangled in their lives than before! She gave a exgerated sigh while rubbing the temples of her forehead. She was sitting on the edge of the bed at that pointed with her legs crossed in a pretzel . Her eyes slowly fluttered open with a drowsy look of regret fogging her dark brown orbs. She had more or less promised them that she was going to pick one of them. And that's what she was planning to do. But she was still bitter about the two almost drowning her. Oddly enough it reflected their situation. Only one was needed to keep her above the surface but with the both of them clinging to her at the same time they would drag all of them down by the weight.

Rolling to her hands and knees she slowly crawled to the plush pillows grabbing the largest one and curling her body over it as if it were a teddy bear. She was tired and her hair was still damp from before but she didn't mind as she allowed the water to seep through the fabric of the pillow. She though of everything that happened today. The dress, their game of hide and seek, the French model, the kitchen disaster (she couldn't help but chuckle at that part), the photo album, the blackjack game, being starved, and meeting their parents. Then it got down to who were the boys as individuals. Neither one of them was an angel but not a complete demon either.

Her eyes became more and more heavy by the minute as the sweet caress of oblivion beckoned her into it's arms. But the restless butterflies in her chest refused to give her a moment of peace for a long period of time. The deafing silence kept her on the edge, waiting in antipation for the floor board creak that never came. She lifted her head slightly to glance at the door and she was honestly surprise that the ginger haired boys made no move to make a state of appeal. She almost snorted at the thought as she felt her emotions slowly converted back to its original nonchalant almost icy state. Gradually sitting upright she stared intently at the door leading to the hallway, one arm still clinging to the pillow with her opposite hand pressed firmly to her chest. Her features were void of any emotion but her eyes intense with deep thought. Unconsciously the hand that lingered over her heart trailed its way slowly to her neck, where the choker was fastened around her windpipe.

"Why can't I choose," she whispered quitely.

She tossed herself on her side and closed her eyes waiting for the quite atmosphere to pull her to sleep. She didn't want to push Hikaru away because that's what drove him to do what he did. She also saw him as her friend...despite the more than friendly physical contact. Koaru on the other hand seemed to have more...depth. With all the little moments they shared it was no wonder why Hikaru was more agressive in his advances. They both feed off each other's determination and the only time they were most at peace was when they were tag teaming her...and it just wasn't right. She felt her body curl around the pillow more in frustration having little energy to think clearly and more maturely.

The sun had gradually been replaced by the moon and the girl was on the very brink of sleep. Her moist short brown hair was sprayed along the pillow as the wamth of the silk blankets added to the warm fluffy material coating the inside of her sweatshirt. Suddenly with a small click in the background the room was consumed in total darkness but her slow even breathing didn't falter as the brunette lost all awareness of her surroundings a long time ago. The stranger closed the door discreetly behind them as their identity was cloated in darkness and they quitely made their way to the bed. The springs of the mattress shifted under their weight as the person crawled under the covers with the girl and hugged their frame against her own. Her eyes fluttered slightly secretly enjoying the added heat source pressing against her back. She opened her mouth to say something but the figure stroked her bangs to the side hushing her to be still. And they simply stayed that way for a while, she fidgetted at first but the soft smooth voice put her nerves to rest. She could feel by the calluses of their fingers who was holding her in their arms. Her limbs went stiff, but she didn't protest when the boy intertwine their legs. All that she was aware of was that it was meant to be intimate and her defenses made the muscles in her back to contract further.

"I want you," the boy breathed warmly in her ear, resting his head between her shoulder and neck.

"Why now?" she replied quitely, as she felt her defenses weaken slightly with the statement. He remained quite for a while before answering.

"Do you really need a reason?" he asked, as if the reason was obvious. She hesitated for a while, unsure wheather she wanted a honest answer or not. Her mind trailed back to the memories of her father warning that boys only wanted one thing, but she needed to know why and finally after a few moments, she nodded.

The boy sighed wondering where he should begin, "You are beautiful to me." At this he pushed the pillow out of her grasp.

"But that is not why I need you," he continues to whisper in longing, as he flips the brunette to her back, hovering over her intertwining their fingers to the following words.

"I'm not sure you know," he presses a sweet tender kiss aginst her lips," the reason I love you, is all that we've been through." Something in the girl broke at that moment as her breathing became faster and uneven. Stuff like this didn't happen in real life. He didn't mean a word of that. She struggled to flip the auburn eyed boy off her but he kept her firmly pinned to the bed, patiently waiting for a response.

"Get off," she commanded, hyperventilating.

"No," he stated firmly.

At this point, silent dry tears were forcing their way out of the corners of her eyes threatening to spill over at any second. She was only grateful that it was too dark for him to see how much of a mess she was. He released her hands as he firmly cupped her cheeks holding her head in place as he pressed their foreheads together.

"You don't believe me?" he inquired softly.

"No," she almost hissed.

"Why are you fighting this?"

"Because its all lies," she stated through clunched teeth as if it was a common fact," with everything you put me through how do you expect me to trust you?"

The boy remained silent.

"You don't have an answer for that, do you?" It was a weak triumph.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Let me go."

"..." He didn't budge.

"Well?"

"Thats not what you really want." The brunette's eyes widen, he had no right to make decisions for her.

"Then was is it, that I want?"

"You think it's what you need," he releases her from his grasp as he swings his legs over the bed, " but the only one you are trying to fool is you."

At this statement the boy walks stiffly out of the room. The brunette catches a glimse of his ginger hair reflected from the hallway light as the door closes shut, leaving her in the darkness.

In the morning...

As the first rays of dawn shined through the undrawn curtains, the young commoner girl awakens to find the identical auburn eyed brothers hugging her on both sides. They must have snuck in her room when she fell to sleep, she sighed. Her head was tucked under Kaoru's chin with his arm slung over her torso gripping her left shoulder while Hikaru's head rested on her stomach. Her muscles felt stiff as she was surrounded by the uncensored lingering scent of the younger boy's skin. While Hikaru's hand, which rested on her hip, was too close to her womanhood for self comfort. She hadn't even bothered changing into her nightgown after the "visit", her mind was too preoccupied with what happened to be concerned with clothes. She didn't think she would react that way... her mind and body went into a frenzy at the raw words whispered through the boy's sincere lips...

She couldn't figure out if it was the way he said it or simply the meaning of the words themselves. It was unexpected on both parts. She gingerly turned her head to spot a clock on the wall.

9:00 am.

"It's almost time," she mumbled.

Picking off the younger boy's slender fingers from her shoulder she carefully manuvered her way out of his hug. Leaning on her elbows, she looked down in annoyance at the older boy slightly elavated on her stomach but still sleeping soundly. Figures, he would pick the most difficult position to get out of. With Kaoru laying on her right and Hikaru blocking her on the left one of them was bound to wake up, the older boy was going had made sure to be the one.

Trying in any case, she took an extra pillow and attempted to slip her waist from the boy's grip but the moment she touched his forehead to move, his eyes squinted open in confusion. The fresh sunlight making his honey toned orbs seem more brilliant than they were before, between his dark thick eye lashes.

"Haru-chan?" he mumbled, brushing back his messy bed head.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered softly, worried he would wake up the other boy. Oddly enough, he obeyed without another word. Accepting the pillow relucatantly, he watched her from the corner his eye willing her to return under the covers with him. But she declined the moment she turned her back on him.

Stepping in the bedroom the girl went straight to the porclaline sink and mechanically washed her face with cold water. Looking up at her reflection she was surprise that her face was flushed with a pinkish glow. 'Since when was Hikaru docile,' she mused, 'he could have easily started a fight or kept her pinned down...' A sinking feeling took over her chest as she switched off the purple sweatshirt in place of a red dress shirt. Her hair was unusually wild this morning so she slicked it down with water and placed a few pins flattening it to the side. Seeing that the mansion was Western styled she decided to put on her shoes early and finished it off with a black vest. There had been a note on the nightstand, most likely put there by the snobby butler, requesting the twins and Haruhi to come down for breakfast as a group with Mrs. Hittichan. After the bad first impression, the brunette wanted to look as presentable as possible.

She placed all her clothes and her dad's letter back in her book bag while opening the bathroom slowly open. Neither boy stirred and she figured they were in no mood to have breakfast with their mother to wake them. Using this as an excuse, she tiptoed past the bed across the room grateful the plush carpet smuddered any extra noise her shoes would have made on marble flooring. Unaware that the older boy's auburn eyes had been watching her as soon as she emerged. With her book bag slung over her shoulder she made her way through the lonely halls with the sounds of her footsteps as her only companion. As she reached the dining room she was both relieved and upset that Mrs. Hittichan was already at the table, eating her food with the graceful etiquette that her soical standing demanded. At her side was the irritable large nosed butler, holding his head high with the dignity of a nobleman. Looking from her plate the fashionista smiled brightly at her shy guest who was hiding behind the corner of the door.

"Good morning, sweetie! Don't just stand there, come and sit down," the woman beckoned. The girl complied ignoring the unwelcoming glare the butler shot from the corner of his eye.

"How are you, Mrs. Hittichan?" the brunette greeted with a slight bow, completely aware of the woman's bi-polar nature.

"Right as rain, thank you. I hope my boys haven't been too much trouble," she smiled with a wave. The girl offered a strained smile in return.

"I tell you its hard to find good help these days. Most people don't last here very long. I'm lucky to find someone as patient as Ashley. Right, Ashley?" she grinned turning to the large nosed man.

"I'm merely one hell of a butler, madam." he replied stiffly.

"Isn't he charming?" she praised," he practially raised the boys for me."

"I see," the girl agreed, with such a feminine name and unruly boys it was no question why he was bitter.

"Anyway, as you can see I tried to keep it simple," she waved at the food. And she was right, the girl noted, she was half expecting an elaborate buffet. It consisted of pancakes, eggs, and toast, with a variety of juices on the side, along with some classic grilled fish, miso soup, and rice balls.

"I didn't want to overwhealm you. Its not often that I get to cook for a guest. But the boys almost always refuse to invite friends over, so I just couldn't help myself."

"It looks delicious," the girl complimated, flattered that such a woman would actually go to such an extent to impress a guest. The brunette didn't realize how hungry she was, remembering she skipped dinner the night before, until she got the chance to sit down and stuff her plate. But she was careful not to over do it so she wouldn't insult her hostess, she chuckled at the thought, the irony of someone rich serving her. The fashionista didn't notice as she was having a one-sided conversation with Ashley and Haruhi about how she destoryed the French fashion company she was meant to merge with. At one point, Ashley decided he had enough and excused himself to get the brothers who were so rude as to be late for breakfast. Blinking at the man with envy the girl turned to the ginger haired woman, realizing that this was probably her only opportunity to ask what she wanted. She looked down at her half eaten meal and took a deep breath working up the courage for the question she was about to ask.

"Mrs. Hitachiin ?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can you tell me your definition of...the 'L' word?"

"Lesbians?"

"...No, not lesbians..."

"Oh! You mean the other 'L' word?"

"Yes."

"Oh, right!" she laughs in a loud musical tune, " well, people use it so loosely now-a-days that very few know what it means anymore. Well, in my opinion, its when that special person is so good to you, you want to be a better person yourself. But as you can tell, it was too late for me a long time ago." She laughs again, and the brunette nods at her with all the seriousness of the world.

"To lose them will destroy you I imagine, but you will let them go anyway for the sake of their own happiness. You embrace them for who they are and never expect them to change. You accept even the most generic flaw such as looks or wealth. You stay by their side when everyone else has abanded them, but there are obviously limits to this. If the person is too self destructive then there isn't much you could do."

"I see," the brunette nods slowly as if she was taking a science lesson.

"Just look at me and my husband. I know what you were think," she smirks," we make an unusual match."

"Not at all," the brunette chuckles sheepishly.

"But its the second 'L' word that brough us together. Actually the first 'L' word did have something to do with it. She was using him as her beard but that's a different story."

"I understand. Thank you for the advice and that...interesting story," the girl replied, choosing her word carefully.

"No problem, honey," she cooed, sipping tea from a danity cup.

"It's almost time for you to go, the boys called your father yesterday." The girl's head perked up at this.

"They were very specific to your father to come at 10: 23 am, exactly," she shrugged, guessing it had something to do with a game.

"Men are such strange creatures, don't you agree?"The auburn eyed woman wiped her face, careful not to smear her lipstick and excused herself, gathering some fruits for her husband who she claimed was had a vitamin D deficiency. As she strutted her way out of the room the boys had entered in her place. She greeted them both by the wrong name, kissing them both on the cheek before leaving. Hikaru and Kaoru didn't bother to correct her as they both took a seat across the table from Haruhi. They gazed at her expectingly as she avoided eye contact quitely chewing her runny eggs.

"Hey, Haruhi," the older boy called, brunette hummed her acknowledgement but kept her eyes locked to her plate.

"We wanted to apologies," the younger boy continued, and the girl glanced up from under her eyelashes.

"We shouldn't make you choose between us when you don't want to," Koaru says quitely.

"As soon as you leave you can forget everything that happened," Hikaru finishes.

"But I don't want to do that," the brunette finally replies. Both pair of auburn eyes light up in surprise as the boys look at the girl bewildered.

"I thought you hated staying here," they both respond.

"I do," she answers bluntly but her features soften," but I don't hate either of you if that's what you are amplying." Both boys shared an uneasy glance as they turn back to the girl.

"We just wanted to know... that you are more than a doll to us," Hikaru assures, as the younger boy nods in agreement.

"I know," she retorts.

"Then what now?"

"I have to do what's best for me," she stated simply. She pushed her chair back wiping the crumbs off her lap before meeting the brothers' gaze.

The girl took a deep breath," The one I want to be with is-"

"Haru-chan!" a shrill voice practically screeched across the room and all three teenagers jumped in surprise gripping their chests from their mini heart attacks.

The cross dresser who decided to partake in men's clothing that day, was escorted by a smirking arrogant butler whose name need not be mentioned...

"I came to pick you up early Haruhi!" the man announced in a sing song voice.

"Oh," the girl mumbled with a blank expression, turning the Hittichan twins, "see you guys on Monday, then."

"What?!" the gingers yelled in union, slamming the table.

"Oh sweetie, take off that choker you are sending boys bad messages," the man chimed, slipping off clip before the girl realized what was happening.

"Dad, wait-"

"IS THAT A HICKY ON MY BABY'S NECK?!" the man screeched. If looks could kill, the ginger haired boys would be dead on the spot as the cross dresser shot them the ultimate death glare. The boys trembling in their seats quickly pointed at each other accusingly.

"He did it!"

On Monday...

"That was very smooth of you," the brunette remarked, with a playful grin, the boy sitting next to her offered a weak sheepish grin.

"You can be cruel, you know," he mumbled.

"I learn from the best," she replied smoothly.

"You know," the auburn eyed boy began, sliding in slightly closer to her," you basically left seven minutes before schedule, so I was think-"

"Don't bother," she smiled, leaning on his shoulder as the boy chuckled at his failure.

"A guy can try, right?" he defended playfully, scratching the back of his head.

"I guess he can," the brunette agreed pressing a willing kiss against his cheek which suddenly turned pink. The grin on her face widen as she saw the boy become more and more flustered under her gaze, as their hands locked together. Despite the guilty feeling that lingered in her chest she was happy with the decision she made. The question was how she was going to break it to Tamaki that she decided to be with Kaoru. She shrugged at the thought, he'll figure it out on his own.

*My first finished series~I am finally done! T.T It was a good run while it lasted. This is "offically" the last chapter, but if anyone wants an alternate ending I may or may not consider it...

*The one who snuck into Haruhi's room is a secret~ Unless you want to decide but its more fun to guess and never know.

*For those who don't know what a beard is, it is someome used by a homosexual as a "coverup". So no one finds out the first person is gay. And Asyley is a boy's name, too.