[ By way of apology, I've never done a fanfiction, nor a love story, so this is lacking hugely '-' but hopefully I'll start polishing and adding more and more, and it'll turn into something nice. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. ]

It was a cauldron of emotions he felt. Hikaru had no way to explain it, for he'd never experienced this before. The tightness in his chest when she walked by, the anger in his stomach when she flirted easily with others, and the deep longing in his heart when she gave him the knowing-smirk. Haruhi, was just... She was Haruhi, and that was all that could be said on the matter. Love happened in the strangest of times, and the most awkward of places. Always.

Hey. Who said this was love?

"Haruhi, go get changed please." Kyouya said by way of greeting. Tamaki meanwhile - the prince with his emotions on his sleeves - leaped up dramatically. "Haruhi my dearest daughter, please put on the lovely outfit for your dearest father." Again with the family stuff.. doesn't he realize anything..? Tamaki is just Tamaki.. Hikaru, holding his brother's hand tight, stepped into the host club.

Entertaining the guests, flaunting a brotherly love, a forbidden love, and the girls just lapped it up. Again, he spaced for just a moment, glancing at Haruhi with her golden smile and her bright expression. By chance her large beautiful eyes met his own and a light blush rose on his cheeks, while she just smiled easily. How could a girl as oblivious as Haruhi make his heart race?

After a day full of "twincest" and the occasional inconspicuous jealous glance at Haruhi and the girl's that flocked around her so lovingly, Hikaru and his lovable brother Kaoru made their way out of Music Room #3. Haruhi had already gone earlier, so there wasn't much of a point for Hikaru to dilly dally and wait for a chance to talk to her. Tamaki seemed to have had the same plan, and was just as dissapointed as Hikaru himself, just more verbal about it.

Oh well, there is always tomorrow, that's our day off anyways! Hikaru perked at the thought of those precious hours he could try and spend with her, although that was usually what the mischievous twin always hoped for, but as of yet, he still hadn't even gotten the courage to ask her to hang out. What's the problem!? You went on a "date" with her in Kaoru's stead. Why can't you just ask her now? I bet Kaoru could do it. A little bit of anger and jealousy flared in the pit of his stomach, like a dragon guarding its treasure. The sweet look in his brother's eye though when Hikaru looked to him settled it right back down. He couldn't do anything but love his precious brother. His other half.

That night he talked little to Kaoru, still pondering about what he should do about Haruhi. The feelings he felt were so strong. And so real. He'd never felt this before, and he couldn't explain it. No one had ever seen the true him, the individual, so he'd always disregarded all the other girls and boys. Haruhi was different, she saw through him, him and Kaoru both. They were seen as something more than "the twins". They were individuals, and one person. She understood them so well, even though they tried to make it difficult. When someone can understand you so deeply.. is that.. is that what happens? why I feel this way?

Hikaru turned in bed, looking at Kaoru's sleeping form.. maybe Kaoru was just as worried as Hikaru was. Although why he would be worried? Hikaru had no clue. Guilt bit at Hikaru. Kaoru had tried and failed with Haruhi; she'd turned him down. Yet despite his guilt, jealousy sprung up again, but not before he kissed her! Hikaru closed his eyes, and gradually let sleep take him to a less complicated place. His last thought being what would it be like to kiss her?