Apart
By Threshie
AN: This is my first-ever Ouran High School Host Club fanfic scene. The premise is that Hikaru was injured in an accident of some kind. You can get the gist of what else is going on just from reading it, and it's a good thing, because there IS no beginning or end to flesh it out. (Sweatdrop) I consider it a drabble...please note that I don't really intend to write any more of it, at least not any time soon (I'm on a Death Note fanfic phase at the moment with In Charge, LOL.)
Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club does not belong to me; the creator and true owner of it will always be the talented Bisco Hatori. :)
The call came unusually early; in fact, he was still abed when the chiming of the phone invaded his lovely dream.
Riiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiing!
Blinking crystal blue eyes up at the ceiling, Tamaki reached for the receiver, a snatch of his abandoned dream making him smile. Ah, Haruhi, you look so cute in a two-piece swim-suit!
Dreamily, he asked, "Yes....?"
The voice on the other end sounded very small, and the shakiness startled him into the present.
"M-my Lord...Kaoru here. Could you....c-could you please come t-to the hospital? Th-the Whitmore West one...?"
"The hospital!" The blonde sat up in bed, wide-eyed, "Why are you guys there? What happened—are you hurt? Is it serious?"
"It's not me—H-Hikaru..." There was a brief, uneasy silence. "P-please come."
"Consider me already there!" Tamaki promised, leaping out of bed and hurrying into his street clothes. "I'll call the others—we'll be there in ten minutes, even if I have to use the helicopter!"
The voices echoing down the hall seemed very far away, despite their numbers. Many conversations went on, medical technical babble and whispering and someone's baby that was crying, but the young man sitting in the row of blue chairs outside the door didn't hear a word of it. Last time we were apart this long....yes, it was when I sent him on the date with Haruhi, Koaru reflected, wrapping his arms around himself a little tighter. It felt...very empty, being apart. Cold.
He looked for the thousandth time at that imposing metal door they had wheeled his brother through, biting his lip. A-are you awake, Hikaru...? Did you wake up, and I wasn't there? They wouldn't let me in—I want to be there with you! You know it, don't you?
"Don't you...?" He whispered, hanging his head. Why did it have to happen like this? He wouldn't have minded getting hurt, too, if it meant he and Hikaru could be together while they recovered. If...if he recovered. The doctors wouldn't say how bad it was—what if it was too severe? What if Hikaru wouldn't heal, would...his heart seemed to miss a dozen beats at the thought, leaving a cold, stiff stillness in his chest.
What if....what if he....dies?
AN: Dun, dun, dun... (Sweatdrop) Yes, that's it. I wanted to try writing from Kaoru's point of view, as he seems like the more introspective and thoughtful of the twins. Hope you enjoyed the short read—review and let me know if my characterization is okay?