this love, this hate
I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise
when the truth is like a stranger, hits you right between the eyes
xx
Kaoru both hated and loved Haruhi Fujioka.
He loved her more than he loved anyone that wasn't Hikaru. She was kind and blunt, adorable and clueless. She knew that he was Kaoru and the boy beside him was Hikaru, and that, despite their symmetry, they were individuals.
Nobody, not even their mother, had been able to do that. To know that the real Kaoru was quiet and kind of nice and constantly lost in his own thoughts. To know that he'd crafted a mask, a mask of Hikaru's face, and no one could ever tell the difference. Except for Haruhi.
They were totally identical, (only on the oustide, but the mask that got harder and harder to remove disagreed) and when there's only one person in your entire world, being identical was a relief.
Kaoru had never wanted someone more in his life, (but Hikaru wanted her, too, whether or not he knew it) and he'd never wanted to slap a girl before Haruhi Fujioka.
Kaoru absolutely hated her.
He hated her kindness and how blunt she was, never beating around the bush. He hated how cute she was, because that cuteness is what drew Hikaru in. (and he hated how completely oblivious she was to that fact.)
She knew that the boy beside him wasn't Kaoru, and that he wasn't Hikaru, and that Kaoru was an individual with a perfect, invisible mask that never seemed to come off. She knew that identical on the outside didn't necessarily mean identical on the inside, (no matter how hard he tried to prove her wrong) and she could tell them apart.
And he hated her for it.