So this is a second attempt at a Hitachiin twin story. The first one I did not stick to and never got completed. This one has direction and I'm sure it will be finished. The first chapter was actually inspired by a role-play I did and focuses a lot on Kaoru because I was role-playing as Kaoru. However, the other chapters will be more balanced. This one just happened to be that way. Never fear Hikaru fans! heh
As Kaoru lay on the vast empty bed of his seemingly desolate room he heaved a deep sigh as if he was seriously disappointed about something. In all actuality the brunette was, but he knew he had no right to be. After all it was Kaoru's suggestion that the two twins become less dependent on each other and would therefore no longer share a room. Still the separation did feel a bit off to the younger twin. He was so used to spending almost all of his time with Hikaru that it just didn't feel right. However, somehow Kaoru managed to buck up and tell himself that it only felt weird because it was all he knew. He had to get used to being divided from his other half.
He pressed his head against the soft down pillows at the head of the bed unwilling to get up, but he knew he had to. The sun was already beginning to peek into his room through the curtains and momentarily Kaoru recalled glaring back at those first few rays of sun lying next to his brother. To some people their relationship might've seemed a little off the wall, but the brunette was thoroughly comfortable with it. That is until he realized how poisonous it could become. The male narrowed his eyes and sent a wayward glance toward the door before finally deciding to get up from his bed. Funny that he wanted Hikaru to become more independent from him when he was the one who was so very dependent. He sat straight up in bed and gave one small shrug at that last thought before rising entirely from the giant bed in the middle of his room. He headed toward the closet and pulled out one of his clean uniforms.
Kaoru checked the lock on his door and proceeded to change. Removing his sleep pants and began to put his uniform on. He stopped only momentarily when his black slacks were halfway up and his white button up shirt hung loosely around his torso because he thought he'd heard a sound. Hopefully the maids with keys had the decency to knock before barging right in. The brunette took in a breath as he slowly pulled the black slacks up and began to button them. It just felt too off to be alone in this room now. Kaoru know it had been him who had done the suggesting, but that didn't mean he liked the arrangements very much. However, he knew all he had to do was keep telling himself this was for the best.
It was when the younger Hitachiin was about to button up his shirt that a harsh pounding was heard at the door. His topaz hues lit up and went to the closed door. Behind the hunk of a wood a voice could be heard. One that was seemingly identical to his own, but still had an obvious variation to it. Or at least Kaoru found it obvious.
"Kaoru! Why is your door locked?!" Hikaru's voice had a hint of irritation to it and Kaoru stared at the door with a hard look on his face as if he could see his brother standing there clear as day.
The male licked his lips and continued dressing silently. Ignoring the angry voice of his brother momentarily. He finished buttoning up his uniform shirt and turned around back to the Hitachiins would-be shared closet. The pounding became harder and Kaoru was almost positive he heard his brother swear behind it.
"Shit Kaoru! What's up with you lately?" Towards the end of the sentence the elder Hitachiin's voice lowered and soft scoffing sound could be heard. The intonation of Hikaru's voice insinuated that the older brother was more concerned than angry. He was just having a hard time expressing it. After a few seconds of silence on both ends the sound of receding footsteps could be heard in the hallway. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
The younger brunette let his brows furrow as his face crumpled into an incredibly melancholy expression. He slumped himself against the bed frame, pressing his back to the mattress. He took in a deep, shaky breath and let it out sharply. Once he'd heard Hikaru's voice Kaoru had wanted to rush to the door and swing it open, but he was wondering if maybe tough love would do the other better. If it took him getting Hikaru to hate him so Kaoru could set his twin free from him than that was what he had to do. Of course that didn't leave too much room for the younger's feelings. Kaoru's eyes began to well up as he thought about it and he clapped a hand over his mouth to cover up a sob that had bubbled up in his throat. It was a very taxing experience trying to set your other half free when every fiber of your being wanted to hold onto them.
The brunette quickly composed himself and stood from the position where he'd been flopped down. Kaoru finished getting ready and meandered on out of his room and down the stairs toward the kitchen where he knew Hikaru would probably be eating breakfast. Sure enough the older twin was seated at the table, chowing down on a plate of pancakes drenched in syrup. Kaoru felt a slight smile tug at his lips as he watched the other and for one reason or another sensed the earlier mood he had slipping away. How very odd. Well it was either simply wrong or inherently wrong that Hikaru could make his brother feel the way he did. At least Kaoru knew it must have been iniquitous. That's why he'd suppressed that feeling for so long.
Hikaru turned to gaze at his brother, who was just sitting down in front of his own plate of pancakes, and set his fork down as if he was about to speak. He took in a breath and just as he was about to say something Kaoru met his gaze.
"I'm sorry Hikaru. I just…" But the younger twin couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't know how. Simple words could not express the complexity of what he wanted to convey to his brother. And even if they could he wouldn't want to give this all to Hikaru. It might have been a burden for him and Kaoru didn't want to inconvenience his brother with trivialities such as the wickedly selfish thoughts he had.
Being in love wasn't supposed to feel this way. So burdensome and disgusting. But most people weren't in love with their twin brother.
I look forward to feedback and constructive criticism. :D
