There were secrets, and then there were secrets. The kind that stayed hidden, and only one person in the whole entire world would ever know. Normal secrets usually were let out, even if your best friend swore on their tombstone that they'd never tell. Everyone lied, after all. Everyone would give you a 'Scouts Honor' and swear on their mother's grave they wouldn't tell.

But they did.

Though, secrets were different. That single secret would only be told to a family member. The family member you would trust with your entire being, the family member who would never even tell another person in your family, who wouldn't even tell a pet. Those were the secrets that counted. Hitachiin Kaoru had a certain secret only a family member knew, and who would never tell anyone else.

Hitachiin Kaoru was in love with himself.

Not in the way which it sounded. He was in love with his mirror reflection, the kind of reflection that didn't have glass, but flesh and bone, muscles and blood. The kind of reflection you could kiss, you could touch, you could swear a secret to. An identical twin. And Hitachiin Hikaru knew the secret, and returned the favor. No one knew that little tidbit. No one knew it wasn't an act. Sure, they displayed their 'love' out in the open. In the acting sense, in the sense in which they could profit off of.

But no one knew when the curtain fell over the stage, or if it did at all.

That single secret was only known to two people in the whole universe. The two people were identical, and therefore would never tell anyone else who weren't identical to themselves. No one had the right to know a mirror secret. A mirror secret was something between twins. Most twins, at least to Hikaru and Kaoru's knowledge, didn't share secrets to other people, only to their mirror self. One could say that entrusting someone who had the same face and body as you, would make you keep the secret better than if you were only their best friend.

No one was allowed to know a mirror secret.

The King in their life thought, with his power, he knew everything. Suou Tamaki thought he had the key to finding out the secret. He could sense it, he could sense that he didn't know everything about the Little Devils. The more he questioned, the less insight he received. The more he attempted to find out, the more confused he became. He ran in circles until he finally gave up, and let them just keep acting and pulling in more guests with their heightened antics.

They acted all day, and the minute the last bell sounded off, their fabricated mask fell off, the mirror images moving to run off together. It sounded childish, sounded so fairytale-like. The minute the guests left school campus, Hikaru would take Kaoru's hand and pull him in close, walking in identical synchronization, walking to their sense of home, to be bothered by maids and butlers until they locked their door.

The sound of a lock enclosing the two males was normal. No one questioned what happened when it sounded off. Most of the time, the Hitachiin twins left it up to the others in their manor to wonder what they did. It never went far, actually. Hikaru knew boundaries, Kaoru knew limits. Sometimes it would almost push at the boundaries, sometimes it would go too far. Sometimes words spilled faster than ink, sometimes lips would move too much, too fast.

But that was how mirror secrets worked, and how they were never told.

After all, how could they spill ink when their lips were sealed?


a/n;; Ah, Ouran, will you ever be mine? No. Sigh. Anyhow, this fic wasn't suppose to make any sense at all. But, I would love to hear what you thought it was suppose to mean. Hint. Hint. >