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NOTE: The following fanfic is loosely based on the 2004 film, "The Forgotten," starring Julianne Moore. There will be slight spoilers for the film, though most of the story has been altered for the Ouran Universe. Seeing the film isn't recommended for this fic, but it is encouraged. Thank you.
-Snodin
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On the third floor of Japan's prestigious Ouran High School, where only the richest and most prominent students study, one would find Music Room 3 at the end of a long hall with walls painted pink and gold. Behind its ivory white doors: a gentle gust of rose petals, followed by the warm faces of seven quirky but lovable teens who are ready to serve and entertain you:
Tamaki Suou- The Host King; eccentric and yet charming, he keeps the guests coming.
Kyoya Ootori- The "Shadow King," always working behind the scenes for the club.
Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka- the strong, silent type; a devoted cousin/ bodyguard/ adviser to Hunny.
Mitskuni "Hunny" Haninozuka- Mori's cousin, loves the Host Club as much as he loves sweets. Oh, who are we kidding? He loves sweets more.
Hikaru Hitachin- The impish prankster of the group. Though, I thought for sure there was one who looked just like him...
And Haruhi Fujioka- a kind and patient young man...who's really a girl in disguise.
Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club.
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"GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN"
Snodin
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Hikaru and Kaoru- Age 4.
Kaoru vanished. Or so it seemed.
Young Hikaru searched high and low in his family's mansion, which for a four year old felt less like a house and more like a labyrinth. For nearly half an hour, he ran through every room, looking under chairs and tables and in closets for his slightly younger brother. But wherever he searched, he came up empty.
"Kaoru? ...Kaoru, where are you?" he cried out wherever he went, but no one answered. By the time he came to the main dining hall, he started to get scared.
"Kaoru," he said in a weakened voice, while fighting back the growing lump in his throat. "Kaoru, if you're hiding, please come out! ...Please, Kao?" Silence.
He scanned the table and underneath it, and found nothing. Feeling hopeless, he dropped to his knees and began to brush tears out of his eyes. That's when a pair of tiny hands grabbed him behind.
"Boo!"
"GAH!" screamed the toddler, jumping to his feet and out of his skin. He darted around to find his identical twin giggling impishly at him. Apparently, the younger Hitachiin was playing a game of hide and seek, without his brother knowing it.
"You should have seen the look on your face," giggled Kaoru. "It was priceless!" He paused to laugh at his antics with eyes tightly shut, but when he opened them he finally noticed that his brother was short of breath and his body trembling. "...Hikaru? ...Hika, what's wrong?"
His bottom lip shaking, young Hikaru choked. "Don't... don't scare me like that... I thought you were gone for good."
Confused by his brother's reaction, young Kaoru tilted his head like a puppy dog. "I was only playing."
"Don't. ...Don't do that, Kao. ...I got scared. I thought..." He could no longer speak, as the air in his lungs tightened so hard that he let out a sob. Ashamed of himself, the toddler covered his tear-streamed face with his hands.
Kaoru's heart sank; never did he expect his brother to be so distraught. He thought for sure he was going to laugh- or at the very least, punch him in the shoulder. But not this. He never expected this.
"Aw, Hika... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Quickly, he embraced his brother, who rested his little head on Kaoru's shoulders. "I promise, I'll never scare you like that again."
Hikaru returned the embrae, and there they stayed in that position for a good five minutes. Just long enough for their tremors to settle, and their bond to deepen.
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Present Day.
At sixteen years old, Hikaru was now waking up from a deep sleep from the night before. Sunlight beaming from the window beside his bed hit his face, warming him. And though he wasn't exactly a morning person, he appreciated the sun's warm rays and the chirping of birds outside. His golden eyes fluttered open, aimed at the open window. '...That's strange', he thought to himself; he never recalled opening the window last night. It was nearing summertime, but he couldn't recall the night being warm enough to need outside air. But he shrugged it off almost as quickly as it came to mind.
He rolled to his side to coax his twin awake, but was met with open space. His eyes snapped open this time in surprise. Kaoru wasn't there. This concerned Hikaru greatly, as the brothers almost always woke up together. It soon became clear that the sun was high in the sky; did he oversleep? Was Kaoru already dressed for school and waiting for him? If so, then why didn't he wake him up sooner? As these thoughts flooded his sleepy brain, he yawned deeply.
He then sat up and began to crawl to the edge of the bed, which was actually a lot closer than he remembered. His legs fell over the side and his bare feet touched cold floor. How was this possible, he wondered? He was clearly sleeping by the wall with the open window, and this was a queen-sized bed, wasn't it?
...No. No, it wasn't. His head scanned the bed's shape and realized that it was only big enough for one person: himself. Now that was odd, odder than the open window and the absent brother. How did the bed's size change overnight, and while he was sleeping in it?
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He was running late for school, that much was certain. He ran down the stairs to the main floor dressed in his school uniform and blaster with his tie only half knotted. He struggled to fix it while not dropping the books that were pressed against this ribs by his arms. He hurried to the living room where he was greeted by two dark haired twin maids.
They bowed before him. "Good morning, young Master," they spoke in perfect unison.
"Morning," he huffed. "No time for breakfast, girls. I gotta run. Did you see my brother?"
They paused, their mouths slightly, opened as though his words stunned them. "Your... brother?"
Hikaru sighed. Kaoru must have gone to school early to study up on that math test at the last minute. That at least explained his absence from the mansion. He would have to catch up to him later. "Girls?" he called to the twin maids as he made the final knot in his school tie.
"Yes, young Master?" they chirped in unison.
"Did Kaoru say anything about switching up our sleeping arrangements last night?"
The lookalike maids exchanged confused looks on their China doll faces. "Kaoru?"
"Never mind, I'm late as it is. I'll ask him about it at school. Take care." With that he made a quick exit out the front door.
The China dolls remained puzzled. "Who's Kaoru?"
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Hikaru arrived ten minutes late to his first class, but that was the very least of his worries. Nevermind the eyes staring at him as he came running in, nearly stumbling over himself; nevermind the teacher's look of annoyance on his face. No, the one thing that caught Hikaru Hitachiin off guard was the fact that his brother's seat was empty. He froze in place, just inches from his own desk, staring blankly at the seat to Haruhi's right.
"Hitachiin!" snapped the teacher. "Take your seat, you're disrupting the class!"
"Yes, teacher," he spoke in a soft voice. He took to the seat on Haruhi's left, which is where he preferred to sit so that both he and his brother- if he were there- could be equally close to their favorite Commoner.
And of course, the Commoner was less than thrilled with his dramatic entrance. She narrowed her eyes as he began to stare in her direction. This went on for nearly the whole class until finally she whispered, "What's with you? Why're you looking at me funny?"
"...Haruhi?" he peeped sheepishly, his eyes now as tiny as dots on his scrunched up face.
"Yes?"
"...You didn't happen to see Kaoru earlier, have you?"
Her dark brown eyes turned to his in wonder. "...Kaoru?" Her tone was curious and almost puzzled, as though she didn't understand his question.
He elaborated. "Kaoru. This tall. This wide. Same face. Have you seen him this morning?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry, Hikaru. I don't know who you're talking about."
Now his eyes grew three times as big, almost irisless, and his mouth gaped wide open. Did Haruhi Fujioka, the most no-nonsense person to ever walk the earth- just deny knowing his twin brother? How absurd!
"You... You don't mean that."
"Quiet, Hikaru. I'm trying to listen to the teacher," she hushed with a look of annoyance.
But his face remained stuck in that pose, as his body began to tremble uncontrollably. This was a joke. It had to be. There was no way any of this could be real. It just made no sense.
"Hitachiin!" called out the teacher, who was now becoming distracted by the boy's dropped jaw and bulging eyes.
"S-sir?" peeped the boy as his face reverted back to normal.
"Quit goofing off and pay attention, unless you have something very important to say."
Hmm, now there was an opportunity. Perhaps this was his chance to address the class on the matter of his missing brother. But if it turned out that the whole class was in on this little prank, then he'd look like a fool for sure. Nevertheless, he was getting desperate. Someone had to know where Kaoru was. Someone had to tell him.
Hikaru stood up and announced loud and clear, "If anyone in this classroom knows where my twin brother is, let them speak now or forever hold your peace."
Silence.
"...Okay, hold your peace all you want, but I'm gonna start butting some heads if nobody tells me where he is!"
"Hitachiin!" growled the teacher, as he whacked his yard stick onto his desk. "That is quite enough! Now sit down before I send you to the principal's office!"
Hikaru grit his teeth as he reluctantly sat down.
"Really, Hikaru," said a frustrated Haruhi in a whisper. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Because," he whispered back, "somebody is obviously trying to mess with my head. And when I find out who it is..."
"Just stop. There is no Kaoru, you have no brother. You never did. Now quit playing around and pay attention."
No, this was too much. He couldn't be hearing all of this from her. Not. Her. He balled his fists until they started to hurt, then jumped back onto his feet and screamed, "HOW COULD YOU, HARUHI? HOW COULD YOU OF ALL PEOPLE PLAY ALONG WITH THIS CRUEL JOKE?" Before anyone could respond, the boy ran out of the classroom, leaving all of them stunned.
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For the rest of the school day, Hikaru went into hiding, searching the gardens, halls and bathrooms for any signs of his brother. Surely he was snooping around, laughing at his twin's hapless attempts to find him. And yet, this all seemed too cruel, even by Kaoru's standards. He couldn't believe that his beloved twin, whose side he was by since conception, would even think to plan out such a scheme. ...And why? Why would he do this? Had Hikaru hurt him somehow? Was this some sort of revenge act? And if so, for what? He couldn't recall hurting Kao's feelings recently. Sure, they've teased each other from time to time, but that was nothing new. Something was off. Very, very off.
All day, he found no evidence of Kaoru, not even a hair. And he would know, because only the two of them had blood-orange hair. But now it was nearly time for the Host Club's hours. Surely there, the whole scheme of "Mess With Hikaru All Day" would reach full circle.
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Weakened from running around the halls all day, Hikaru slumped into Music Room 3 and was greeted by Hosts and guests alike, all staring at him with looks of concern and wonder.
"There you are," called out the club's leader. Tamaki Suoh approached the tired Hitachiin boy and helped him straighten up. "Your guests were wondering if you've skipped school today."
"I'm here, Boss. I'd never disappoint the ladies." Hikaru's tone was less than stellar; he looked like he could pass out from exhaustion.
"Well go on then," ordered Tamaki, giving the boy a friendly push forward. "They're right over there by your favorite spot."
Hikaru slowly walked by Haruhi's couch, who tried to avert her eyes but one could tell that his presence sent shivers down her spine.
Everyone else looked normal: Kyoya was in his corner writing in his little black book, Hunny was scarfing down cake with three girls, and Mori was nearby looking as stoic as ever. At least they were just as he remembered them, he thought to himself.
Sure enough, his guests were sitting down at the very same spot that he and Kaoru normally took. As he sat down, he felt a familiar air as though everything was right in the world... except, it wasn't. Kaoru was still missing. This made him frown deeply.
"Aww," purred one of his lady friends, "what's wrong, Hikaru? Who do you look so sad?"
Suddenly, a thought came to the desperate Hitachiin: the girls! They would never play a cruel trick on him because they were his most loyal and most honest of creatures. They would do or say anything to make him smile. "Listen, ladies," he began to whisper as he leaned toward them. "I know I've been acting weird all day, but that's only because everyone else has been playing a cruel game on me."
"Oh no," frowned the second guest. "Why would they do that?"
"Beats me. But listen, I need you girls to give it to me straight."
"What, Hikaru?" they all cooed.
"...Tell me where my brother is."
There was a long pause as the girls exchanged confused looks. But then one of them smiled, "Oh, of course! Your brother! He... Well, he... um..."
"He's on a secret mission," smiled the first guest. "He told us not to tell you, he doesn't want us to spoil the surprise."
For a moment, it worked; Hikaru looked relieved and even breathed a content sigh... But then he realized: those girls would say anything to make him smile. It was as though they were as obligated to his happiness as he was to theirs. He gave them an almost evil glare. "You're lying."
"Wha?" gasped the girls in fright. They even sat back to give themselves distance from him.
"Why would we lie to you, Hikaru?" frowned the second lady guest.
"Because," he said darkly, "you think I'm playing around. You think this is some kind of game. Well it isn't. My brother is missing, and nobody will tell me where he is."
The glare in his golden eyes and the dark tone in his voice made the girls shiver. This caught the attention of Tamaki, who quickly dashed over to the table and asked, "Is everything alright, my princesses?"
"Cut the crap, Boss." Hikaru took to his feet, now looking even more frustrated that even Tamaki was taken aback by it. "No one seems to know who Kaoru is- not these girls, not Haruhi..."
"Who?" blinked a confused Host King.
"Not even YOU." Hikaru gnashed his teeth and balled his fists. He looked like he was about to go for Tamaki's throat, when suddenly a deeper voice from the far corner caught him off guard:
"Hikaru, come here." It was Kyoya, the Shadow King. His tone of voice was as ice-cold as ever, and even Hikaru seemed relieved by that.
The Hitachiin boy walked over to Kyoya's small table while grabbing a free chair, then sat in front of the raven-haired sophmore.
"What seems to be the problem here, and why are you scaring your own guests?"
"Kyoya-Senpai..." He took a deep, shaky breath. "...You'll level with me, right? You'd never be in one some cruel joke... Could you please tell me what's going on around here? Why does no one seem to know who Kaoru is?"
Kyoya glanced at the boy's shaky frame and his sad, droopy eyes. Surely this was no joke, the boy was clearly upset. But what else could he say but the cold, hard truth? "Hikaru... There is no Kaoru."
His blood ran cold. "No. No, that can't be. S-Senpai... please don't say that... Not you."
Calmly, Kyoya reached into the drawer under his desk and pulled out a catalog. "Here," he explained as he held it out to the Hitachiin. "This is a collection of photos my group has taken in the past few months. I've been saving them for the end of the year. Have a look yourself."
With a trembling hand, Hikaru took the catalog and recognized the front cover. It was the whole gang: him, Tamaki, Kyoya, Mori, Hunny, Haruhi... but no Kaoru. He stared at it in disbelief; he clearly remembered taking that photo with Kaoru by his side! And as he flipped through the pages, even more horrifying evidence revealed itself:
From October 30th: a photo of Hikaru's team being crowned the school's Biggest Scardey Cats. No Kaoru.
From December 15, a few days before winter break: the club's Christmas ball. No Kaoru.
From February 14, Valentine's Day: the club's annual rose gala. No Kaoru.
From March 24, White Day: the club's white chocolate fest. No Kaoru.
From April 10: the club's spring welcoming gala. No Kaoru.
In fact, all of the pages featuring the red headed Hitachiins had only one of them, Hikaru. Wherever Kaoru would have been standing and posing, there was nothing but background. And the strangest and most frightening part yet was the fact that the photos showed no signs of being cut, erased, blotched, or blurred. They were in perfect condition. It was as though Kaoru... was never there.
Hikaru's golden eyes began to water. "...this... this is impossible... he was here. And there. And over here... He was in all of them... how... HOW DID YOU EDIT HIM OUT?"
His scream shook the whole club, though it was aimed directly at Kyoya.
The freshman seized the sophmore by his suit collar and began to shake him violently. "WHY, SENPAI? WHY DID YOU TAKE MY BROTHER OUT OF THESE PICTURES? WHAT EXACTLY IS YOUR GAME HERE?"
"Hikaru!" gasped Haruhi in horror.
"Hika-chan!" echoed Hunny as he hid behind his tall cousin in fear.
Most of the guests at this point were hiding behind Tamaki as if his thin frame could act like a shield.
"Where is my brother, Kyoya-Senpai? Where? Tell me! ...TELL M-"
It was Mori who took direct action; he walked up to Hikaru during his outburst, and before the redhead saw him coming, he instantly put him in a sleeper hold. Hikaru struggled and screamed before losing air, then consciousness.
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Hikaru woke up with a throbbing headache. That was the first thing he felt; the next thing was the softness of the mattresses on his back. His eyes fluttered open, and glanced up at the ceiling of his living room. He looked downward and saw that he was lying on the couch in said room. When and how did he get home, he asked himself?
"Hikaru, dear." He knew that voice. It was as soft and sweet as ever.
"Mom?" he muttered weakly, lifting his head to look around the room. He found her, along with his father, Tamaki, Kyoya and Haruhi standing by. "Dad. Guys. What happened?"
Mr. and Mrs. Hitachiin approached him, his mother helping him sit up on the couch before taking the seat next to his. "We were wondering the same thing, sweetheart," she said sadly. "Your friends told us what happened at school."
"Son," peeped the boy's scared father. "What's going on with you?"
He looked at his mother, then his father. He felt lost. "I..." He hung his head low and placed his hands over his face. "I don't know... I feel like I've woken up in an alternate dimension where my brother doesn't exist."
His parents looked to each other, looking deeply concerned. "Hika, sweetie," his mother frowned, "you... you were always our only son. We have proof, see for yourself."
The boy's father placed a few flat papers on the boy's lap, forcing him to look down on them. The first one was his birth certificate, which made him cringe. There were only two baby footprints, not four; there was only one Hitachiin name, not two. And that was just the first item; the next were about the same: medical documents of one Hikaru Hitachiin from his earlier years.
His mother upped the ante with a pink overed photo album and carefully showed him each page. "These are all of the pictures I've taken of you in my first few clothing lines. You remember these, don't you?"
He stared down at them, seeing only his face. Only his. Never Kaoru's. This is when it hit him hard: Kaoru was gone. These pictures or those records proved it once and for all, as he could tell that they couldn't possibly be altered. The records were all worn, the baby photos worn as well.
Kaoru was truly gone.
No, he wasn't just gone. He was non-existent.
"My poor son," lamented Mrs. Hitachin as she began to gently rub his back. "I don't know what made you think you had a brother, but you have to know the truth. There is no Kaoru. He exists only in your mind."
It hurt. It hurt so badly, like a knife drilling into his soul. The boy closed his eyes and placed the records and photo album aside. He doubled over, letting his head rest on his legs. And he began to sob.
The boy's mother kept rubbing his back while whispering comforting words, while the Hosts nearby looked on with pity in their eyes. Most of all Haruhi, who now understood that the redhead wasn't pranking her at all. He was serious about having a brother; he truly and honestly believed it. And now... now he looked broken. And he was just that. Broken.
"...you don't... you don't understand..." the boy whimpered between sobs and sniffles while still hiding his face with his hands and legs. "...he's real... my brother is real, I know he is... He goes to my school, he's in the Host Club with me every day... we share the same room, the same bed... We're always together... always..."
Haruhi had to look away, as did Tamaki. They couldn't bear this anymore.
But Kyoya remained stilled and unemotional, like always. "If I may," he spoke up, catching the attention of Hikaru's parents. "It seems to me like Hikaru may have experienced some kind of recent trauma, and somehow the idea of having a twin brother is helping him cope with it. I know people who can give him a proper diagnosis."
"No," shot up Hikaru, glaring angrily at his superior. "I'm not crazy. I'm not!"
"Shhh, sweetie," coaxed his mother. "Please, just listen. Your friends are trying to help you."
"I don't care what these records say. I don't care what any of you say! Kaoru is alive- somewhere. I can't prove it yet, but I will. You'll see. Just give me some time to..."
"Son, please," begged his father. "You're not well. We all love you, and we're worried about you."
Hikaru struggled to stand, but he did. He started to walk toward the staircase, and once he heard his father call out, "Come back," he began to run. He darted up the stairs in defiance of his father's orders and presumably retreated to his room.
At a loss, Mr. Hitachiin sat beside his wife and the two of them embraced.
Kyoya stepped forward and apologized, "I'm sorry. I know I was being too forward with him. But I meant what I said; whatever he's going through, we can help him. It might take some time..."
"Please," said Mrs. Hitachiin in a shaky voice. "Do what you can for our son. We'll pay you in full."
"He's our friend," said Kyoya softly. "No price is too high for his health." His tone was sincere.
Eventually, the three teens left the mansion. But while Tamaki and Kyoya kept their eyes on the road ahead, Haruhi kept pausing to look back at the room, then the door, then the window of Hikaru's bedroom. Something kept calling her back.
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Evening fell fast, but Hikaru was in for a sleepless night. Dressed down to his boxer shorts, he tossed and turned in his shrunken bed, still unable to accept that this was his reality. He knew he wasn't dreaming; he tested that theory earlier by pinching himself a few times and it hurt each time. But despite all of the evidence stacked against him earlier, he just couldn't find rest for he still believed that his twin brother still existed.
There was one other reason why he couldn't sleep: he overheard his parents talking to Kyoya about possibly sending Hikaru to a therapist that following morning. That was the last thing he needed, someone telling him that he was crazy, that Kaoru was just a figment of his imagination. It was hurtful and humiliating to think that nobody, not even his own parents, were on his side...
-Tap!-
He heard something smack his bedroom window. He didn't think much of it, until he heard another one. And another.
-Tap! Tap!-
Were those... pebbles? Curious, he opened the window and propped his head out, just in time for a fourth rock- one. Inter than the last three- to smack him in the forehead.
"Ouch!" he yelped. He rubbed his head; yep, still not dreaming.
"Oops!" squeaked the small voice of Haruhi, who was standing just outside and looking up at him from his bedroom floor. "Sorry, Hikaru."
"Haruhi?" he blinked a few times to check if he was wasn't seeing things. Nope, there was his favorite Commoner trespassing on private territory in the middle of the night. He was actually relieved to see her, as a broad smile swept across his face. He waved at her excitedly.
As she waved back, she half shouted, "I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"Wait right there," he half shouted back with his index finger pointing outward. "I'll be right down. Meet me at the front door."
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Minutes later, Haruhi waited patiently at the front door as planned, when the door creaked open and out popped Hikaru in his school pants and a white undershirt. "Hey," he smiled softly.
"Hey," she nodded. "Listen, I just wanted to say I'm... Well, I'm sorry, I guess."
"Why? I'm the crazy one, remember?"
She cocked her head. "Are you admitting it now?"
"No. You know what I mean."
"Not really."
"Eh, forget it." He sighed and brushed his wild hair with his fingers. "Point is, I still believe Kaoru's alive. I just can't prove it yet."
"I want to believe you, Hikaru, I really do... But... I've known you for nearly a year now, and I swear I've never seen Kaoru, at least not in person..."
"Haruhi... Have you ever believed in something so badly that it eats away inside of you?"
She shrugged. "I used to believe in a lot of things when I was little. Silly things, really."
He then held out his hands and placed them in hers. Then he spoke in a tone that almost sounded as smooth as the purr of a cat; "They say twins have a special connection with each other, like we can sense each other's presence even when we're far away... I can still feel him, Haruhi. You feel now warm my hands are? ...That's how I know he exists out there; sometimes my hands are warmer than usual because it feels like he's holding them."
She paused to examine his hands with her fingertips, and sure enough they were warm despite the chill in the night air.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I-"
"No... I believe you. I really do." Her big brown eyes met with his golden, easing his tension. "...I want to help you find him."
His eyes lit up with joy. "Really? You mean it?"
She nodded once. "Tomorrow morning, I'll call out sick from school. Then you and I can spend the day searching the mansion for clues. It's all we can do for now, but it might just work."
To her surprise, her whole body became enveloped in his embrace. She let out a gasp, but then her muscles loosened when she realized that he was hugging her out of gratitude. She let out a small contented smile.
"Thank you," he whispered behind tears. "Thank you so much, Haruhi. You have no idea what this means to me."
She gave his back a soft pat. "Hey, we're friends aren't we? That's what friends do."
He then released her while a wide joyful smile remained on his face. "Tomorrow then?"
"Yes," she nodded with a small smile.
They then bid each other goodnight, and the middle-class girl went on her way, leaving the high-class boy with a glimmer of hope.
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Meanwhile, Hikaru and Haruhi were being watched.
A man with long, slick black hair and a pale complexion, with an elongated face and long, thin frame was watching the scene at the Hitachiin mansion unfold through a large rectangular monitor. All around him was white, except for a few other computers and screens.
A woman with a similar appearance walked up to him from behind and glanced up at the monitor. "...So, he remembers."
"Yes," frowned the man. "I was afraid this might happen. I thought we carried out everything to the letter, including erasing his memories."
"Perhaps this only proves our theory about their bond."
"Perhaps... but it would be simpler if I would just go back there while he slept and-"
"No. Let us keep monitoring him. We might learn something from this."
"What about the girl? What if her memories come back?"
"That is not our concern, for now..." Her head turned to the left, gazing upon some other machanical object lined against the white wall. "Our subject is the boy," she said monotonously. "Whatever he does from here on out is our top priority."
The machine she began to stare blankly at was crescent-shaped and silver, reaching the ceiling from the ground, with a very large glass orb in its center. Inside the orb was pink liquid filled to the brim, and floating in the middle of this pink liquid was a young man of pale skin and wild blood-orange hair. He was wearing little more than a pair of boxer shorts, which he was likely sleeping in upon arrival. His eyes were tightly closed, as he was apparently in a deep, dreamless sleep, while a breathing apparatus covered most of his face.
He was the spitting image of Hikaru Hitachiin.
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TBC