Loves me, loves me not
Kaoru sat in the daisy field, hand clutching one of the petite flowers in a tight grip. He began to count by pulling off the petals like Haruhi had taught him, saying the words out loud.
"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not…" His words repeated themselves, not catching at any point, not stumbling at all. His voice flew with the wind, entering ears of lonely daisies, stray buttercups, old weeds.
It worked for Hikaru, didn't it? He confessed, Haruhi and he got together. But they broke up, Kaoru reminded himself. What said that had to be his case though? He wasn't Hikaru, he didn't love Haruhi…
"He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…"
Four left. Kaoru froze, trying – and failing – to work it out inside his head; Hikaru was the mathematician – Kaoru hated the subject.
Nonetheless, the Hitachiin continued, his voice going up an octave, his eyes beginning to water, as if he knew what was coming.
"He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not-!"
"He loves you…" a simple voice stated behind the crying boy. He looked up and instantly his face spread into the widest grin imaginable. Scrambling to his feet, Kaoru sprung into the voice, wrapping his arms around the chest and burying his head in it.
Kyouya Ootori smiled as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, breaking his façade for the first time in eight years. And not for the last time either.
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Disclaimer: TwilaCute does NOT, she repeats NOT, own Ouran High School Host Club; it belongs to the AMAZING Bisco Hatori who is just too amazing.
This is just a one-shot, though it might turn into a bunch of prompts. It's doubtful, though.
Sorry if any of the characters are OCC; I was too caught up writing this theme to make them tuned to character exactly. I have checked it over, though, so it should be fine – should being the magical word here.
We'll see, eh?
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