Title
Tears On Your Picture
Contents

Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings
Hikaru/Kaoru
POV
Kaoru
Beta
None
Summary
Kaoru couldn't see it coming when it happened. And now he's held in a delima.
Disclaimer
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters mentioned. Trust me if I did, they wouldn't be hosting. They'd be doing naughty things in a closet.
Warning
Twincest implied. Third wheel. You have been warned
Enjoy
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I can't lie to you. But I can't hurt you. So which do I choose?

Your asking me on Haruhi and how she is as you stare off into the distance. Do I think she likes you? No. I don't. She's not one for men, Hikaru, and if you could only see that we wouldn't have this one sided conversation with only one party presently in the right mind. We're not even at school, why are you day dreaming of her now? This is suppose to be dinner. The only time I get you to yourself these days. From the moment she leaves the house you call her. From the moment you start your phone call until dinner do you talk to her.

"Kaoru?"

So you have noticed I stopped answering you. Or are you about to ask another question about her again?

"Kaoru.. Do you think Haruhi will run away with me?"

How'd I know? Lucky guess, I guess. Either way I wasn't about to answer anymore Haruhi questions. Open your eyes, I'm not interested in her.

"Kaoru?"

Oh so now you take the measure to notice me. I've seen it in you before Hikaru. Your lovesick. The way you look at her, you glow. However, she does not. I can see you, your radiant when she talks to you, she is not. You handel her with care, talk sweet to her, everything changes when your around her. Your happier, your nicer, you brush the hair out from your eyes, and that smile.. That smile you give her. You glow Hikaru, you glow more then fireflies in an open meadow in the darkest of the night. I'm sorry to think this way brother, but she's dimmer than a teacup candle in a cabin whilst trying to write in the midnight. I thought it was obvious.. But I won't spoil your fantasy. I can't hurt you. So for now, I will lie.

"Hm? Yes Hikaru."

Are you just now coming back to reality? You haven't touched your plate yet. I made your favorite, although I know it's not from the can like you like it. But there are still meatballs in it, I made it from scratch, the cook taught me how. I learned, because you like it.

"Please excuse me. I'm going out for a while."

With that you left me, sitting at the dinner table, alone. My head was bowed, trying to hide those lonely eyes of my. I couldn't watch you walk out that door again tonight. I've watched you do it to many times before, and each time you take a bit of me with you. It hurts Hikaru. It hurts to sit at this empty table, alone, without you across from me. I can't finish my plate without you here. So I'll empty it out again tonight. You might be hungry when you come back, so I'll put yours in the microwave for when you come home. I'll even preset the microwave so all you have to do is press start. I'll climb the stairs, up to your room. Stopping myself at your door, wondering if it's such a good idea to crawl into your bed tonight. The chances of you bringing her home is slim, I know she won't comehome with you. I know she doesn't have eyes for you. I'll open your door, to figure that you might want to see someone who can lend a crying shoulder.

Walking in I notice you've been scanning through the photoalbum. I'll sit on your bed, and look through it. You've been adding pictures of her in here, and made it blunt as cornersof pictures of me were covered with pictures of her. I'm not even on this page as I flip through it. I can't stand looking at this anymore, so I'll flip to the begining, before her. Look at us, we're so close. We were so happy then. We weren't lonely, I had you and you know you had me. Tear drops stain the page where we performed our taboo act. I miss you Hikaru. It hurts to sit here, on your bed, alone. It's cold, the bed is to big, any excuse to make it a reason why I need you here. Even if I miss you, won't it be bittersweet to watch you walk inside with the same tears of loneliness and rejection in your eyes. Running my hand over our picture, remembering when we tied the red string. Those were the days. I'll put the album away and lay down, stripping down to nothing but boxers and a loose t-shirt I found on the floor next to your bed. I'll fall asleep, only to wake when you arrive.

I couldn't believe it when you walked in. Maybe I shouldn't have come inside afterall. But, we sleep together, in this bed, every night. Didn't you remember that Hikaru? I should have seen it coming, in away I did, I shouldn't have rejected it so coldly. Maybe I didn't see it in her, when it was there. She was clung around your neck as you smiled so deviously at me.

"Kaoru? Out."

As if I were a dog, I obeied on command, grabbing the album. I tossed her a glare as I left your room. My room was next to yours, and as I walked in I could hear you. I could hear her. Both of your voices mingled their way through my wall. I flipped the page in our album back to the taboo page. I couldn't believe it was only a picture, I refuse to believe it's just a hug, it's just a look, it's just sweet words. I can't look away from our picture. I refuse to believe that's your voice in there, calling out her name. She sounds pained, how willing was she? What are you doing to her? What are you doing to... Me?

It's been quiet for some hours now. You walked in my room not to long ago, zipping up your fly, smiling with delight.

"I beat you."

Was what you said to me on arrival. My head was still hanging low, stareing through the puddle on the picture. You walked over, and wiped the tears from my eyes. For me, your hand's cresting left my face to soon for my likeing. I took the courage to look at you, but it hurt.

"Kaoru? Something wrong?"

I caught myself in a dilema. I can't lie to you. But I can't hurt you. So which do I choose?

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