When the clock strikes midnight, this will all turn back into a muddy pumpkin.
They were words that Kaoru lived by. Forced himself to live by, knowing that if he did not, he would get so caught up in his own hope that when midnight finally came, he would be crushed.
They were true of every good thing in his life. The Host Club would eventually split apart; their extensive facade of being a family would fall apart; and Hikaru... oh, Hikaru.
He had already seen the end approaching. Their world, which had been so closed off for so long, had finally been opened again. Yet this, this independence, had a consequence that Kaoru hadn't foreseen- Hikaru was splitting away. Not in a noticeable way, not yet. They still knew what the other was thinking, still spoke almost every sentence in perfect chorus. But the previous feelings that accompanied them being apart, which used to range anywhere from discomfort to outright terror, were almost gone.
It was sad, that it had taken him this long to realize this. He had known the Host Club would fall apart- he had known since the beginning that the pleasant memories would not last forever- but he had not, could not have known that with it, he would lose his closeness with his brother. The mass injustice of this fact weighed on his mind. They had been together before life had began. Life apart was an impossibility, was something that, three years ago, they would not have imagined.
If someone had told him, three years ago, that he and his brother would eventually walk away from each other, he would have punched them out. He would have known they were wrong. He would have been completely certain of himself- they were born together, they would live together, and God willing they would die together (because he doubted one could live without the other).
Yet the midnight hour was fast approaching, and Kaoru found himself bracing his heart for the day that Hikaru would get down on bended knee, and offer some woman out there a golden ring, and with four simple words- "Will you marry me"- destroy the would that had always been theirs.
He had always known that the host club would fall apart. But who knew that his heart would fall apart with it?
A/N: Well. My first Ouran fic, and my first fic in general for quite a while. It wasn't supposed to be twincest, but I think it kinda came off that way. Oh well. Based off the song "Who Knew" by Pink- you might have spotted some of her lines in here if you know the song. I had to write this after watching the AMV someone made to it- I cried for about a half hour. Poor Kaoru. Anyways... Goes back and re-reads story It's totally plotless, a little scatterbrained, and it sounds like Kaoru's hopelessly in love with Hikaru (which I'm convinced he's not.) I'm aware of those little flaws. If you have something else you wish to say, reviewers will be loved forever :)