Cold

She was cold.

She was freezing standing outside of the club. Standing there clad in a little black dress that two of her “girlfriends” squeezed her into. They then smeared makeup on her face to make her look like every other floozy standing in the line waiting to get in.

Then they showed up.

Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by two beautiful, very familiar twins that whisked her away behind the velvet roes and into the throbbing building.

Had Haruhi any idea, knew that she was walking into a world completely not her own, she would have ran away. Ran until she couldn’t run anymore. But she had no idea. So she trusted him, them.

It wasn’t as if her current lover really cared that much anymore. Especially since all Tamaki did was roll over once Haruhi said “I’ll be back in the morning.”

The relationship was disappointing her by the second. Which was the exact reason that she was more than happy to let her lover, her friend go. Because she didn’t have the strength.

That’s why she let the twins take her in to begin with.

Moving her body to the beat, she let her mind drift onto how the relationship started in the first place, but it could only focus on that they hadn’t let her go since.

After that fateful night, she had gotten herself trashed. They merely bundled her up, hustled them into their car, drove her to their condo, and she promptly threw up.

Cool hands gathered her hair from her face while another set removed the easy-access clothing to wrap her in a towel.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen it all before. They saw everything back in high school.

She had been utterly amazed to wake up sandwiched between the two.

Going home to explain to Tamaki was nigh impossible.

She hadn’t exactly cheated, but waking up in a man’s t-shirt between two of them was damn near close.

Tamaki left two weeks later.

Hikaru and Kaoru made sure that Haruhi didn’t miss him.