Kaoru's fingers dug into Hikaru's shoulder, and he let out a sigh. Staring down at his passed out drunken other half, Hikaru lay sloppily on the couch, his arm dangling off the side, the tips of his fingers touched an empty open flask with the last bit of the whiskey poured out on the red velvet colored rug. Kaoru left the living room, twisting and turning around all the junk and garbage Hikaru had in his house. It was almost impossible to navigate through there. But he finally made his way to the hallway closet, yanking it open and jumping to the side to avoid the crap crumbling down on top of him. Stepping on a few things he sighed and yanked out a crumpled up soft blue throw blanket. Looking down he noticed an old High School year book. Dropping the blanket, he sank to the floor, picking up the dusty old book. He ran his fingers across the dust, reveling strips of the Ouran Academy symbol. He flipped through the book for awhile, reminiscing on how High School was. It seemed like it's been forever. In reality they've only aged about 8 years, but his brother and him had lost all connection with all of their old friends. Most of them went on to be famous in some way or another. Kaoru closed the book, and thought to himself: Hikaru on the other hand blew most of his money, and is now living in an average apartment that he's trashed, drinking himself to sleep everyday. Getting to his feet, he stepped over the pile of mess, seeing as it made almost no difference. Making his way back to the living room, Hikaru was now awake. The older twin was sitting up, but hunched over, his elbows digging into his knees, and his scruffy face buried in his hands.

Kaoru sat down gently at his brothers side, flailing the blanket around Hikaru's shoulders. Hikaru wouldn't look at him. The usual. Kaoru spoke softly, "How are you feeling today..?" The usual. Hikaru snorted. The usual. Kaoru's gut wrenched, as always, the usual bothered him. He knew the answer to his next question, so he dreaded asking it. "...Would you like me to help you with anything today?" Hikaru shot him a look, he knew that Kaoru would ask that everyday. He knew, yet he still only bothered to guilt him into the same thing everyday. He smirked and said "Only thing I need from you is more liquor from the store." His tone today was a bit harsher than normal. Kaoru looked unfazed, but his insides were tearing up. "Then I guess stopping by the store on my way here was a good idea." Hikaru looked away, his hair darkening his eyes.

The same thing. Everyday. Kaoru would come in, try and help his brother but as usual Hikaru didn't want to be helped. It had become a routine. But today, something was different... Hikaru looked a little worse, and Kaoru looked a little more depressed. Pulling out the bottle of cheap whiskey, he handed it to his twin and took off to the dining room. Pulling out all sorts of old goodies Hikaru hadn't used in years, Kaoru began decorating the dinner table. Silk white table cloth, tall candles, silver dishes and silverware. Everything sparkled. He sprinkled the table with red and white rose petals, just the way Hikaru used to like it. Kaoru took a deep breath. Today was the day. He smiled a bit, first in a long time. Moving himself to the kitchen he began dinner preparations, Lobster. Hikaru's favorite, before the whiskey.
Chugging the whiskey as fast as he could, it only took a few minutes for Hikaru to be drooling on himself drunk. He stood up and wobbled his way to the bathroom, tripping on his way there, he landed face first into a dusty old book. He stared down at the old book, minute after minute passed slowly as the room swirled around that dusty old book. Not realizing it, his cheeks were wet. He sat up and touched them. His face was numb. Glancing down again, he picked up the book. Choking out sobs he hugged the book close to him and curled up in the dirty hallway. His cries echoed down the hallway...

Dinner was finished. Kaoru placed everything on the table. He'd never seen a more delicious looking meal. He knew it'd make Hikaru feel better. Well, he prayed, and for once he was hopeful. Lighting the candles, he smiled to himself, it was a sad smile but a smile none-the-less. A few muffled sobs broke his concentration on the small fire, and he moved his way into the hallway. Turning the corner he saw Hikaru laying sideways on the floor in the fetal position, sobbing. His heart broke, and he rushed over to Hikaru. Placing his hand on his twins side, he threw Hikaru's other arm over his shoulder and began half carrying him. The book hit the floor. Kaoru glanced down and moved right past it. Hikaru was completely out of it now, and suddenly Kaoru regretted again giving him that poison, that stupid whiskey. Back into the dining room, Kaoru had placed Hikaru in the chair on the far end of the table, while he hit the play button on the small boom-box that emitted some sort of instrumental piano. Sad yet refreshing, Kaoru saw it. He over looked the dinner again, everything was amazing looking. One item at a time his eyes made their way to the other end of the table, where Hikaru sit. Looking completely drained of life. It sunk in finally that Hikaru was worse. Much worse. They both looked down at the food infront of them. Each took a bite that tasted like ash. Kaoru took a second bite and realized he no longer needed to salt his food. Opening his eyes, tears poured out like a waterfall. Keeping his head low, he couldn't let Hikaru see, he needed to be strong for him right? Not that it ever seemed to matter before.. right? Hikaru was probably out there crying in the hallway because he saw pictures of Haruhi... Kaoru's gut churned awfully. This meal was supposed to be perfect. He'd been planning it for days.

Hikaru could barley move he was numb, only physically. Looking up, he noticed his brother trying to hide his tears. Internally Hikaru was going wild. He knew his brother was trying to help him, but there was nothing Kaoru could do for him. And he knew it.
They both continued to eat in silence.
The hours past, and finally as Hikaru began sobering up, Kaoru decided to leave at 11:00 on the dot. The usual. Not bothering to clean up, Kaoru gathered his things and headed to the door. Hikaru slowly walked him to it, and whispered goodnight. Kaoru smiled a sad smile, kissing his brother on the cheek for the first time in years, Kaoru whispered back "I love you, goodbye." Turning and leaving quickly, Kaoru didn't notice Hikaru's small smile grace his lips. Hikaru went to bed that night on his own without any alcohol for the first time in years...

Hikaru was woken the next morning with a loud banging on the door, and for once it didn't hurt his head. Glancing at the mirror on his way down the hall, he noticed he had more color to his face today. Unusual. He smiled, brother would be happy today. He opened the front door with a smile "Hey Kao-.." He blinked. It was raining today. "Is this the residence of a Mr. Hikaru Hitachiin?" He nodded to the police officer. The man handed him a sealed envelope, thanked him, patted him on the shoulder and left. Today was unusual. Hikaru headed into the hallway as he opened the seal on the back of the letter, pulling it out he immediately recognized the handwriting.

Dear Mr. Hitachiin,

If you're reading this then we send our dearest condolences.

A Mr. Kaoru Hitachiin was found dead in his home last night at

11:45, and he simply left one note. He wished for you to be put into

Alcoholic's anonymous. We hoped you'd be interested, please

contact us right away. We're very sorry for your loss.

Sincerely,
AA campaign.