A/N: So, I just watched episode 21 of Ouran High School Host Club. NO! KAORU! (cry) Dang it. Anyhow, I wrote this because I was listening to a sad song, and I just had the idea pop into my head. It's sad; it's really sad. I'm sorry; forgive me! I love Hikaru and Kaoru more than anything! (goes off to cry some more)
Disclaimer: Haruhi and Co. belong to Bisco Hatori.
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They were mirror images.
Whenever one would have a frown on their face, the other one would have the same expression. When one would have a smile, the other one would also. It was hard to see who was the one copying the expression and who actually felt that emotion. And sometimes they felt the same emotion at the same time, making it even more difficult.
They were always together. They slept in the same bed; they had the same classes. You could almost never see them apart. And whenever they were, it was only because they were forcefully separated or because one of them was sick, and so the other would always be worried.
They were one and the same.
It was like they could read the other's mind. Like they had some sort of 'Twin Telepathy' or something. They said the same thing at the same time and people always found it cute or annoying. They found the same things amusing as well, and they both got bored easily.
They also never had to talk to each other to plan something. A glance here, a smirk there, and a plan were fully formed in their minds. And whenever they worked together, it was a sight to see. It was always something over the top and extraordinary; something you wouldn't usually see in everyday life. But they weren't everyday people, were they?
Their world only consisted of them.
They found everyone else outside of their world were stupid and useless; people they didn't have the time of day to waste their breath on. If people couldn't decipher between them then they weren't worth even looking at. That was their philosophy, and they had stuck to it for a good many years until he came and asked them to join his club.
And they always told each other they were just doing it because they had nothing better to do; they weren't amazed by what the blonde haired idiotic lord had said to them. At least, that's what they told themselves.
They were closer than anything.
You could never see them fight; you never saw them disagree with something. They were too much alike. They were twins and they were brothers. They would often play around in their club with the 'forbidden brotherly love' act because it made the girls blush and happy, and they had fun doing it because it just showed how close their bond really was.
They were slowly being pushed apart.
The older one was starting to look more outside of their small world, accepting someone else into it so it was just the three of them. The younger one agreed because this person was the only one worthy of being in their world; she was the only person who could tell them apart. But Kaoru was being pushed away from Hikaru. Hikaru spent more and more time with Haruhi, spending less and less time with Kaoru. Kaoru clutched his heart, closing his eyes painfully.
They were separated by a cruel twist of fate.
Hikaru had come home from a date when he found his brother in their room. He was laying there on the floor as if he had collapsed. He noticed how thin he looked; how gaunt his face was. No longer the mirror image of his own. He had called 911 as fast as he could, and they took him to the hospital. When he had asked about his condition, they had grown grim and told him that they were too late; he was already gone when he had come.
They were once mirror images.