Hello! Um this is my first Yaoi story.. I suppose
And well it's between Kaoru Hitachiin and my O.C.
Now just so we're clear I don't own the story or the characters, unless We're talking about my own.
I'm not sure what you guys will think of this. But hopefully you will enjoy it.
Review please!
Warning... Possible Russian will be put in ^-^
The young raven-haired male mentally sighed as he looked on at the two red-heads before him, thinking, why did his mother have to do this to him?
It was not often he met children his age.
Everyone was either too old or too young, to play with. And he could never turn to his brother, who though a couple of years older than him, had no time or care to give him.
So most of the time, this boy was found playing by himself in the family garden or in the library reading adventure books. It never bothered him, he, unlike his brother, had been a most understanding child when it came to the matter. And he would find solace in the family-maid, Vera, who let the young master accompany her on errands time to time, or in his many number of pets he acquired over his short 9 years of living; if ever an inkling of emptiness appeared.
However this afternoon, his mother would not have it. Her son should have more experience with those of his own age. So she decided, she would visit her old friend, Ayami Hitachiin, who also happened to have children, close to her son's age.
Yet his mother had not thought the whole exchange between the children through, until she had appeared at the Hitachiin Mansion. Her son, Aleksandr, did not speak Japanese. He only spoke Russian, at the time.
Therefore when it came for introductions, she didn't know what to do. Not wanting to be embarrassed, she sent her son off with the impression, he knew Japanese, when in truth he didn't understand a word.
The exchange was simple. The mothers introduced them.
Aleksandr, Hikaru and Kaoru. Hikaru and Kaoru, Aleksandr. Go play.
So there her son sat on a stone bench in the Hitachiin garden, unable to understand what the twins wanted from him, just knowing it was another game. He was relieved, however because at least it was better than the two just sitting facing each other muttering back and forth in a language he did not understand, deciding what to do next in their series of "games".
First they tried dressing him up. They got bored once noticing that he was rather compliant. Then they tried to give him a haircut, which was promptly interrupted by a maid walking past. And much more escalating things, like jumping from a 3 story window.
They switched back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. They turned to face him, both with flashing gold eyes, and red hair, bow-cut-bangs.
Which one is Hikaru?
The young Russian didn't know what they said, just a name, Hikaru.
The ring leader in a way, amongst the two. He noticed it in the hours that passed by while the twins had ignored him. That's all he really could do, since he couldn't exactly speak to them.
Hikaru was a bit of a tyrant, and lorded over the other one. Unable to control his temper.
Kaoru. Probably the younger one, with the way the boy acted. Yet through the mayhem of games and trickery or even possible life-threatening stunts, he had a softer look between the two. Something in the boy's eyes flickered, that just wasn't in the other.
Which one is Hikaru?
The young boy still didn't understand, just the name. Hikaru.
Why Hikaru? Then a thought came to the nine-year-Old's head, I don't want Hikaru. I want Kaoru.
Kaoru, of course, was the most preferable of playmates, then Hikaru.
And the young child only knew two ways to express the want of something.
He had seen it so often between his parents.
He marched up to the twins, whose gold eyes were trained on the raven-haired boy, their fingers linked together, tight.
He looked in between the two. He watched and waited, the air tense, birds chirping in the distance. And before the question, Which one is Hikaru?, came out of the twins' mouths yet again.
The little Russian grasped at the younger twin's jaw lightly, and leaned forward, taking Kaoru's lips with his own.
The young boy meant no true harm. Just merely copying what he had seen from his parents. It was sweet, innocent. And when breaking this kiss, he whispered the name Kaoru, before turning away, making his way back to the Hitachiin Mansion.
Upon re-entering the car to leave, the boy muttered something under his breath.
His mother turned to him, "What was that Aleksandr?"
"I wish to marry him."
"H-H-Him!" his mother sputtered, her eyes wide, her hands shaking.
"Kaoru. I wish to marry him."
"But son, boys do not marry other boys." She said with a small smile on her lips.
"Why not?"
"Because⦠It is wrong."
"I do not care whether it is wrong or right. I wish to marry him."
"Why?" his mother asked in exhaustion, noticing the flicker in her son's eyes. This wasn't going to be an easy debate. Though her son, had been rather docile when it came to things, merely out of being shy, or merely out of disinterest, there were a few things, one could not talk him away from. And this seemed to be one of them
"Because he is kind." Aleksandr replied, tilting his head back, giving his mother a sidelong glance. And his mother chuckled, as he expected.
"There are many kind pe-"
"Not like him."
"What do you think makes him so different? He does have a twin, no?"
The boy turned away from his mother, faced the back window, taking note of a figure in the upper left-window.
It was not the boy he had kissed in the garden. It was the elder of the two, in seething anger, glaring hard at the Russian.
Aleksandr tapped his mother's shoulder, and pointed at the lone figure.
"See... That is the difference. A growing tree, near a dying stump."
