Just because I wanted to experiment with the boundaries of brotherly love.
Enjoy~
Midnight fell upon the manor in a slow, dreary, dark consuming passion. The sky was engulfed in black; a new moon floated atop in the sky. Contrary to its persistence, the human eye could not see it, and therefore was left in the dark clear of evening.
Kaoru Hitachiin lay in his bed of blood red curtains, staring at his textured ceiling in hopes of settling his mind. But alas, his thoughts clouded his senses, making it nearly impossible to drift to sleep. The cause of his insomnia had a name. His name was Hikaru Hitachiin.
Kaoru let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. The action didn't seem to help, for when he did; he could picture that face; the golden-brown eyes full of devious mischief and love, the tainted sunset glow of his orange locks that fell over his eyes in just the right way… beautiful. There really was no other way to describe him.
Twins. Of course, they wouldn't be accepted in society. They were goddamn twins. If only they weren't… Kaoru shook his head. No, that wouldn't be right. It's the fact they were brothers, twins, that he loved him, knew him better than anyone else, understood him so much that maybe it was even as if they were one.
But they weren't. And Kaoru loved that.
Kaoru loved him.
The other Hitachiin wasn't to be found in the manor, not at midnight. He was out, partying probably. That was a new hobby for him.
Ever since the closing ceremony at Ouran that declared the start of summer break, Hikaru had decided to separate himself from Kaoru, to stand as his own individual.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. But, after a few days, Hikaru made some new friends. Kaoru had nothing against the notion, but he did have some strong opposing opinions on his choice of comrades. Drinkers, partiers, smokers… they invited the elder Hitachiin out every night, and he'd accepted.
Kaoru didn't like that, not in the least.
But his trail of remembrance was interrupted by footsteps in the hallway, right outside of his shared room. Heavy steps barreled their way into the room, as a strong arm flung the door open. Kaoru got out of his bed and ran to the figure standing at the door. He flung his arms around the boy and cried.
The younger twin was shoved violently to the ground with an unsteady hand. "Hikaru…" he cried, tears spilling onto his cheeks and more threatening to join them.
His cry was useless though, as the twin stumbled in the darkness and found his way onto the bed. As he walked past Kaoru, the smell of beer filled his senses. Drunk. Hikaru was drunk.
Kaoru stood up from his position on the floor and looked at his twin who was passed out on their bed. Tonight was just like every night since the partying began. Hikaru promised he wouldn't get carried away, and he didn't… the first few times. Gradually he began showing up at home later and later, and smelled faintly of liquor. Nowadays was different, though, as the twin would show up in the early mornings of the next day, completely and utterly drunk.
Nothing Kaoru said or did lessened the attitude of Hikaru, the only thing it did was make himself feel worse. Why? Why was he still in love with his drunken bastard of a twin?
Kaoru cursed himself for his feelings, more tears spilling out onto his face. He exited the room and made his way to one of the many guest bedrooms in the manor.
Because, he knew his brother more than anyone else, and his brother was definitely not that passed out drunk lying on his bed. His brother was the most kind and caring person alive. He always had this smile on his face. Even if his face didn't show it, you could see it in his eyes, the carefree way he lived his life. He smiled as if he'd seen the heavens, as if all was paradise. Through his pranks or mischievous ways, he always had good intentions.
Somewhere within the delinquent was the Hikaru Hitachiin that Kaoru knew and loved. He was just buried deep in life. Why? For what reason did Hikaru have for doing this to himself? Kaoru couldn't answer that. He wished he knew, oh how he did, but the fact was that he didn't, and it pained him more than death itself to see his brother like this.
Kaoru found the guestroom and dragged himself onto the huge bed. Sitting atop it, he brought his knees up to his chest and cried.
Well this is a pretty depressing story ._. well then, I think I'm just gonna go now and write some happy lovey-dovey oneshots... probably not.
Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer I promise!
For now, Review please?