Hikaru and Kaoru. It's sort of like one name, you know? No one ever referred to us as two different people. Because in retrospect, we weren't. It was always, 'Hikaru and Kaoru pulled this prank,' or 'Hikaru and Kaoru are so cute!'. I was never just Kaoru. And he was never just Hikaru.
Until she came around. Until she showed up and shattered my world. I had never actually believed Tamaki when he said that there would be a day when someone would come around that could tell us apart. I'm not entirely sure that Hikaru believed it either—until that one day. We didn't know what to do; we didn't know what do to at all when she proved that she could tell us apart. I felt dirty, as though someone knew the color and style of my underwear—but Hikaru, he thought of it as an intimate sort of thing. He saw Haruhi as though she were a little nurse maid who knew every sensitive spot, every tender place… he saw Haruhi as something good.
I understood now why we were filled with contradictions. We each were one side of the contradiction. Hikaru wanted people to know us. I didn't want people to know us. Hikaru wanted people to be able to tell us apart. I just wanted to stay in my world with him forever. But in comes Haruhi Fujioka, taking the spotlight and turning him away from me. I miss my brother. I miss him so much—I can't stand it. I can't stand being around here without him. He's my up and my down, my left and my right, my right and my wrong—my everything. He's why I'm alive, he's the reason for breathing…
After all we've been through…
After all of the times we've shared…
I think… I'm in love with him.
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The plot has not been established yet. Nope. Next chapter, y'all. I just want to let you know how Kaoru feels, even though you probably already do.
Andd…. You'll see more interesting things later.
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