Hello there! :D Welcome to my first Ouran fanfiction. Erm. Though this is only a prologue, so fair warnings. This involves boyxboy, broxbro, twinxtwin, so if you have any issues with that...I'm sorry...this might not be the story for you. Might. o3o

Yes. Also. I don't own Ouran. If I did, then maaaybe this wouldn't be fanfiction. :3

Prologue

"We wanted to be told apart, we didn't want to be told apart. We wanted people to know us; we didn't want them to know. We were always looking for someone to accept us, but there was no way that was gonna happen—not as twisted as we were."

It was before the apparent dwindling of their universe, one that had sprung from their own misconception of the world's inauthenticity, that the Hitachiin brothers were in fact, one individualistic being. They were alien to the world, unusual, realistic persons that were crammed into a single egg, fertilized into a single zygote, before the prying hands of a bona fide God took hold of their perfect person, the platonic being that should have been now torn apart; The hands separated them into what they mutely related to as the reflector and the reflected.

Once the division was done, the inquisitive hands had reached in to meddle some more. Playing God as the Gods do, He took hold of a dark maroon-like organ, gently wrapping his fingers around the cord and connecting it to the two, separate embryos. It is unknown to the brothers, but it is thanks to this God that they had been born without any complications associated with the shared placenta. They were identical brothers, the same in every way, but different in every thought—reflectors in their own mind, the other a mere reflection.

However, they were aware that their mirror image was its own individual and not a lifeless replica. It was an association that helped them, in their own, twisted sense, that if he was Hikaru, then the other must have been Kaoru and that if he was Kaoru, then the other must have been Hikaru. It was this connection, one that seemed so foul and unlike for twin brothers, that had become an instinct by the age of seven. The two had become used to having a likeness stride by them, mirroring the same, sly smirk they would give anyone else, mimicking the salty, elegant tears that they would both cry. But it was this thought, this manifestation and idea that being a reflector without his reflection, that had developed the fortress in which they hide behind. The Hitachiin brothers had feared a life without a shadow, heart locked tight and pushing away any nightmare of becoming someone who is, but can't be. They feared being alone, and in being together, they feared the idea of someone tearing them apart.

But even in their isolation, they had searched from afar for someone who wouldn't hurt them—who would tell them apart and wouldn't harm them. Each search had let the two explore the uncharted areas of their hearts, areas that even the other had not known of yet, only to have it shatter before their eyes in a sudden tremor, a flood building up in their eyes and held back by their sense of dignity and pride. But the two brothers would mutely recover, in the presence of the other; the silence would speak for itself.

They had barely scratched the surface…and if that wasn't the case, and they had truly reached rock bottom, there was still something they always had…

They always had each other…in ways that would not be accepted in society, nor approved by law. It was disgustingly absurd to be this way, looking to your brother for more than what he was meant for, to bare what was meant for a separate individual to bare—not for his other half to complete.

But it was the way that they thought. They were sons of God—a beautiful, rare type about their own business—whom had sadly trapped themselves in their distorted, dwindling universe because of their immoral, taboo nature. They had created a world that the Hitachiin brothers would be likely to create, feelings of anxiety, love, and secrecy woven into a fortress—a fortress in which no one was allowed to crack.

For a fortress with a crack is a weakness they cannot afford to live with.

-coughs- So yes, depending on the interest shown, I'll post the next chapter. So if you like it, or even hate it, please review. I encourage you. It means someone is paying attention. Also, feedback/criticism is strongly encouraged. :D