Chapter Eleven - Twins Sin! Connor Stages a Script!
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"It's all my fault," Connor groaned, still in his female getup.

The small pink haired girl rubbed the boys back, smiling uncertainly. As soon as those rambunctious twins started arguing, he had to butt his head in and try to fix the situation, but it seemed his words fell upon deaf ears.

They needed his help. He knew it.

"Con, it's not your fault!" Kanji exclaimed to the boy who had his head buried in his arms, knees against his stomach, pink panties showing off. At that point, he couldn't have cared less.

"Those twins were trouble anyway! You didn't - and don't - need to help them. Your only job was to go in and get some information."

Connor sighed and looked at his friend.

"I'll check on them tomorrow. If I want to know more about them I need to get closer to them." He swallowed bile in his throat. "I need to do this for my family. I can't let Candi hurt them."

Kanji gave him a weird look. "What's up with your 'giving help to all who need it' slogan? Doesn't it get annoying to help everyone?"

Connor shook his head, and the brown locks fell over his shoulder.

"I don't care if someone takes advantage of me," he said after a long, complacent silence. "As long as I felt in my heart I helped someone, it would be worth the risk. And there is no reason I help people. I just do it. No back story there, it's just a habit. If I saw a homeless man, I'd take him to the nearest shelter. For me, the unfortunate are butterflies without wings. I will gladly give up my own wings for others, so they can take flight."

Kanji stared at the boy, undecipherably. "How will you fly if your wings are taken?" she asked softly.

"I don't," he murmured simply. "But it doesn't matter. I'd be happy helping someone else anyway." At least, that's what he told himself. His only thoughts were to protect his family and himself.

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Connor quickly dressed in his Callie attire, packing his regular school clothes in a duffle bag. He was in a hurry today, trying to get to school as soon as possible. Jade didn't even QUESTION as he called out his goodbye, sparing him a glance, before seeing a flowy white skirt billow behind him.

"I always knew he was a fruitcake," she muttered, taking a bite out of her crispy apple. "He smells like one too."

   When Connor made it it inside the school, he got strange looks from all who seen him. Most of which he'd never seen before. The only kids who stayed after school and saw him was the kids in other clubs. "Whose that girl?" someone whispered in the hall.

"I've never seen her before. Is she a model?"

"No!" a boy said to her. "Not just any model, it's Chou Tanaki, from H-Magazine!"

"But Chou looks a little different..."

"Nah, I swear it's her!"

Of course, neither were able to clarify, losing sight of the beauty as he walked past them, his suave demeanor coating his features. He was all business. "Excuse me," Connor said, pulling aside a young man, "but I need help. Where could I find the Hitachiin twins?"

"First years, Hikaru and Kaoru, ma'am?" the kid stuttered, his eyes wandering down to the woman's finely sculpted calves. He couldn't look into her eyes. He just couldn't. It was like being caught in a bear trap. The young man quickly directed the woman to Class A, grade one. Connor went down the halls, until he made it to the classroom, in full Callie mode. On the inside,he was scared. Scared he wouldn't be able to help the boys. But on the outside he sported a calm, collected smile.

His heels clicked and clacked in the linoleum flooring, and he struggled to keep his balance. Soon, he came upon the Class A door, and frowned, turning the knob and walking inside without a second thought. What he was made him stop in his tracks.

"Good morning Haruhi," someone said to what Connor assumed was the girl Haruhi. The boy who talked looked exactly like one of the twins, but had pink hair. Pink HAIR.

"Hikaru, what in the world happened to your hair? Why is it dyed pink?" the girl, wearing the boys uniform, as weird as it was, stated.

"'Cause pink suits me. Don't you think it's cute? From now on, I'm the pink haired twin. I didn't wanna be mistaken for that Kaoru for the rest of my life, you know," he said snarkily.

"Jesus," Connor muttered in strangled English. "These boys need more help that I could've imagined."

Before he could say something, another twin entered the room, this time, his head colored a cotton candy blue. "So Kaoru's the blue twin?" Haruhi asked.

Connor but his lip and then quickly strut up the girl. He grabbed her shoulder before the blue twin could say anything, and then made her face him. "Your name is Haruhi, right? Wait, haven't I met you before?" he asked her.

"Uh, didn't you come over for my dad once?

"Oh yeah I did! Tell Ranka I said hi. But that's not why I pulled you over. I'm worried about those twins."

Haruhi gave Connor this look, and then sighed. "Maybe if you talk to them, they can resolve. I'm not getting involved because I know if I do, I'll regret it later."

Connor nodded. "By the way, call me Callie."

"Haruhi Fujioka."

The duo shook hands and then Connor glared at the twins. He had a plan in mind as he watched the twins fight. He had a plan indeed. Glaring at the white papers slipping out of the pink twins blazer, he pursed his lips and then smiled.

"Fujioka, would you be up to helping me?"

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Lunch came quickly.

Connor had Haruhi come the cafeteria with him. At this point, he had to change into his Callie attire again. After telling Haruhi his plan, he had to race to class. Unfortunately, he still had a little lipstick on, which Tamaki commented on, and made Connor explain.

It wasn't a pretty picture.

"Just follow the plan," he murmured to the shorter female.

"Sure, whatever. But do I have to do this?"

"Yes."

"Fine," she muttered. Haruhi quickly went off, and Connor had everything set into motion. On que, the Host Club came in, Haruhi included, and let out their speech.

Of course, as planned, it only angered the twins.

"What'd you say? It's driving you insane? You've gotta be kidding me.
How do you think I feel right now? Every time I look in the mirror, I see his face. I'm sick and tired of constantly being mistaken for you, Kaoru! The truth is I hate your guts!"

Connor glanced at the script in his hands and then nodded. Well played, you devils.

"You took the words right out of my mouth. In fact, I hate you so much I bought this, Belzenef, the curse doll. I'm going to complete the curse, Hikaru. I'm going to write your name on his back. From this day forward, you're going to experience nothing but misfortune and sorrow!" Connor waited for the right moment, and then ran. He ran as if someone was chasing him in a scary movie, and jumped up over the blue haired twin.

When he did this, he not only knocked the twin over, but also grabbed the evil cursed doll.

"Well played, twins, but you made one little mistake while you were planning your evil charades!" Connor shouted.

"What?" the twins said, simultaneously.

"You two didn't notice, but I stole your script while you were arguing. I know exactly what you were doing. You were trying to get Fujioka to go to your house!"

The entire Host Club gasped and Connor threw the cursed doll to them, and when Tamaki caught it, he gasped. "It's blank! He didn't write anything on it!"

Connor smirked, hands on his hips.

"I have foiled your plans, you villainous twins!"

Everyone was confused as to what was going on, when Connor walked up to the twins and threw his arms around them, their nostrils filling with his fruity scent. "So, because of your amazing acting skills, I'm offering you two a place in Ouran's Drama Club!"

After shoving a paper in the Hitachiin twins faces, Connor walked out of the room, whilst everyone watched him leave. He mentally cheered himself on, knowing that if they joined he'd be able to get enough information from them.

"Who was that?" Hikaru asked after an uncomfortable silence.

"That's Callie," the black haired boy, Kyoya answered cooly. "She's surely an interesting girl."

"Most definitely," the twins murmured, their eyes sliding to the door.
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