D: I do not own Ouran HSHC

W: Future Twincest. If 'twincest' isn't your thing, I advise that you go back and look for a story more suitable to your tastes. Possible implied shippings - Possible visible shippings. Drug Use, Implied Sexual Exploitations.
Kaoru-centric

Music blared through my ears as I sat in the car, dozing on and off. I'm sure it was the same for the mirror beside me. I looked over at him, he was leaning against the window, the sunlight making him glow luminously. And beautifully. I looked forward, shaking these vulgar thoughts out of my head. I yawned, and looked out my window. People passed by. Students, kids, parents, business men. The such. I heaved out a sigh as we turned. The light burned on my skin. It made tears well up in my tear ducts. Not to mention the constant yawning.

As we got to the school, I felt my mood becoming lower. I didn't want to be at school today. I know I could have lied about getting sick. I just didn't want to leave Hikaru alone. With Haruhi. I closed my eyes, reopened them and got out of the limo. Hikaru ran to my side and slipped his hand in mine. I gave a gentle squeeze, acknowledging that we would make it through today. A wave of disappointment flared through my veins as he let go. We still walked a little too close, so that made up for it.

Hikaru and I walked through the halls, making small chit chat, threw some inside jokes, and said 'Hi' to a few people who passed by. When we entered our first class of the day, Haruhi wasn't there. Hikaru was quick to ask why she wasn't here. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe something came up?" I said, taking my seat one desk away from him. The desk in between us was for Haruhi. We knew that. I knew that, and I wasn't about to sit in it because it would make Hikaru tell me to sit in my own seat. I sighed. The teacher was sitting at his desk, organizing his papers for the class. It was already ten minutes into the class. The class time actually started twenty to thirty minutes late because of the little work he has planned out for the time. It was quite cool, since he just left us to do anything while he was finished. He made conversations with the students.

Our math teacher was a dork. In every single way. It was quite amusing to hear his sayings. A student walked in, looking rushed. "As Sarah make her way to her desk, she is faced by an ungodly teacher who is narrating her every action." He said in a low voice, "Followed by Tamer, who is eating a cookie!" A few snickers went through out the class. The student played along.

"That's because the dark side has cookies." She smiled, and made her way to her desk.

"Oh! Right, everyone must join the dark side now because they have cookies. Clever." He went on. Eventually his rambling got boring. I looked over to Hikaru, his head was on his desk. He was snoring lightly. I leaned over and jabbed his side with my finger, getting a sudden reaction of a squeak and a jump. I chuckled lightly, amused and very satisfied with the reaction I got. It wasn't often he did that. It was cute, really.

"Kaoru!" He whined, "Just let me sleep for a bit." He laid his head against the desk again. I poked him with my finger again. Barely a reaction I got; he jumped slightly. I stood up and sat in Haruhi's spot for the time being. She wasn't here yet, and it looked like was absent for the day. I guess it could have been nice to stay in sick today. I continued poking him, giggling every now and then, caused by his random outbursts. Jumping, inching away, flinching. He was ticklish. It was weird. One minute, he wouldn't be ticklish, the next, he would be. I never understood it because he says he can 'turn off' his ticklish side and 'turn it on' whenever he feels like it. And that's barely ever. You're either ticklish, or not.

"Hika! I'm bored!" I leaned over to whisper in his ear. He mumbled something I couldn't make out. He sat up and stared at me. At that moment. The class door opened and in came in Haruhi. She looked out of breath.

"Sorry, for being late, sensei." She heaved out of her and made her way to my desk. Before she can get there, I stood up and offered her desk. "It's okay, Kaoru. You can sit there for today." She smiled at me. I blushed slightly. Slightly. I took her offer and sat back down in her seat. I liked her. She was considerate. I looked over to Hikaru who had a look of sadness flash into his eyes. This made my mood lower. Does he not want to sit with me? Oh well. His loss.

The lesson began a few minutes later. The next hours of school were very uneventful.

The day went by slowly. Until it was finally for the Host Club to be open for business. Hikaru and I were quick to get into our roles. Which I like to think that are real. The way he smiled at me, those tears in his eyes. Although the rest of the club uses fake tears, his are genuine. I looked down in embarrassment as he caressed my cheek with his slender fingers. It made me feel so much inside. Those sweet words he says, my pulse was beating faster and faster each time he laid his bedroom eyes on mine.

I had wished, no longed for these outside the host club. The host club, it's my favourite place. Purely because of this. Though, it shouldn't be 'pure' for these thoughts to dangle about in my head, right? No. They shouldn't even be here. They should be in Haruhi's head. Jealousy flickered through me at the thought of Haruhi carelessly thinking of my brother like that. No one noticed, so I was in the okay. I looked into those identical eyes, hypnotized with the rich colour, though it's very similar to mine, his are just enticing to look at.

The ladies giggled and shrieked at our closeness. If I was able to get this treatment everyday, it would be the life for anyone wanting to live. But I won't just give it up that easily.

Thanks to you who have read the first chapter. If it isn't a hassle, mind you review? Thank you.