I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club. This fiction is purely fictional, and any representation of people or places is purely co incidental. Now, please enjoy. Like, always, please R&R. This is the updated edition, because I don't truly know where I was going with the last one.
Chapter 1
It was August the 11th when my body went cold. When the life I had led with extinguished like a flickering flame in the wind. Most people, die with some level of respect. That was the day, I didn't. The day, any pretence of my existence "is" turned into "was". That was the day my brother wailed. The day my brother pounded his fists into the tiles. The day I saw him cry.
That day, began like any ordinary day...
"Kaoru," My Brother and I had always been close. I mean, we are identical twins after all. Most of the things we had, we shared together. Books, clothes, even the bed. Mother must've found it easier, though, it did give us the same identity. She used to dress us up like girls. In everything we did or ever was in, we looked exactly alike.
We were the same, pure genetically identical copies, whether we liked it or not. Perhaps, that's what made Hikaru so bitter.
"Why are you staring off today...?"
Mondays were always boring. Tedious, and unremarkable. None of the girls were ever incredible either. Most too enthralled with the acts of the Host Club to realise that we honestly didn't care about them.
"Oh, nothing Hikaru," battering my eye lashes at my other half, who gave me a small smirk in return. Oh, how he would laugh at me later, when these girls were far, far away. There were many nights we would sit up chatting, just sniggering at all those flightless chooks. Easy nights spent in each other's arms. There was no love between us, not the way the girls hoped for. In a way, we had each other like a hopeless old couple, battering each other for the petty small things in life.
Being dead, makes you miss it.
"You worry me Kaoru," Hikaru smiled warmly, our lips within a hair width of each other, "Don't scare me." His fingers brushed my chin. Caringly, loving, anyone could mistake it for anything more, "I would be dead without you."
The girls surrounding us, did their usual squeal. Enthralled by our love.
In the corner of my eye, I should've noticed that woman. Blood red lip stick smudged at the corner of her tight lips while her golden green eyes studied me like a specimen. An exquisite dress, laced with satin embroidery, hiding that knife… Easy mistakes I guess. She was like any other customer that day. Paid a little for entertainment and gained a whole lot more. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Instead, I laughed our usual gag. The forbidden love… I didn't notice when she left the room, her lips curled into a devious grin. That day, was like any other day.
That God-awful day.
"Why are we the ones who have to pack up?" Hikaru moaned for the fiftieth time that hour. The afternoon sun had half dipped under the horizon, causing streaks of orange of purple to lighten up the sky. Dusting the tables, packing away the cutlery…. Kyoya thought it was a splendid idea of free labour. Bloody cheap skate. You would think the son of a multi-billionaire could splurge a little on cleaning staff. Ha, the small petty things in life.
"As if Tamaki could've packed up this mess," I chuckled, setting a chair upside down on the table. Tamaki and Kyoya had spent that morning yelling at each other over who would do clean up. "And Hunny and Mori had their turn yesterday." It was tedious work, but it was nice just spending time with Hikaru. Most of the time, he spent trying to follow Haruhi these days.
"Couldn't Haruhi had help us?"
Shaking my head in amusement at my brother, I winked, "You could try to make it less obvious, Hikaru."
Hikaru whipped around quickly, almost knocking over one of the chairs. Red faced like a tomato, his fists clenched like clubs at his sides. I knew better than to mess with him, but it was too easy. "What less obvious?" he played coolly, licking the side of his lip.
"You like Haruhi," I giggled, raising my hands to deflect the face full of pillows thrown in my direction, "I know you do."
"I do not!"
"Yeah, yeah," I held up my hands in defeat, giving him a small smirk. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and grabbed his bag, "Oh come on Hikaru, I was kidding."
"I'm going home Kaoru, I'm bored," Hikaru headed to the door, adding to my amusement of my older brother, he gave me one more look, "You should come to."
"Yeah right," I chuckled, "Kyoya would murder us alive."
"Boil us whole."
"Feed us to his alligators."
"Slit our throats." Ha.
Hikaru gave me one long look, amusement written all over his face. I should've said something. Something to make him laugh and smile that grin we would share when...
I often wished he stayed. I do wonder whether he would've joined my fate or maybe, just maybe… this wouldn't have happened. But, like every time it has played like a broken record in my mind, he flashed a smile and declared, "I'll pay you back later little brother." And with that, he was off, slamming the door behind him.
Silence returned to the room. The bejewelled room seemed massive and enormous, causing shivers to crawl slowly up my spine. The chandelier sparkled with the evening's rays, while the shadows hung low around me. Whistling a tune to fill out the air, I returned to cleaning up the room, shaking my head with bemusement. With silence as my companion, I sat on one of the polished wooden chairs, laughing at Hikaru's stupidness.
"Your brother seems rather childish," I jumped, grabbing a fork from the table and turning around in panic, "Oh don't be scared."
Her smile. Don't ever trust a woman's smile. I instantly relaxed, I guess stupid me though. Men think they are invincible, but it is the opposite.
I didn't know where she had come from but she beamed at me, bright eyes so vivid with life and colour.
She crept towards me like a panther to its prey. I placed the fork down carefully, "I'm afraid the Host Club is over for today, if you come back tomorrow." She didn't seem that concerned however. Her gaze stripped me down to my underwear, like I was dessert. It was unnerving.
The woman sauntered straight to me, hands behind her back, gaze creeping lower. Shivers ran straight up my spine. I backed away, my hand resting on my neck, casually surveying the odd woman in front of me.
"Can I help you?"
"That you can…"
Suddenly, hands were upon me, sending me crashing towards the tiles. I struggled uselessly against the men dressed in black until…. A jolt of pain sent me plunging into the darkness.
End of Chapter
