Hikaru and Kaoru were sitting in the music room before the other hosts or any guests had arrived.
Hikaru was seated with his legs crossed, one hand propping up his head, his elbow balanced on the arm of the sofa. His other hand was resting on his brother's head.
Kaoru was half-asleep with his cheek planted on Hikaru's thigh. He was almost bored enough to drift off into slumber, but he fought his fatigue so he could savor the precious strokes in his soft, red hair.
'I'm so bored! Where are they?'
Hikaru complained, taking his hand away from Kaoru's hair.
'I don't know.'
Kaoru sat up, trying to hide how much he didn't want Hikaru to take his hand away.
'I'm going to get something to drink.'
Kaoru got off of the couch and went to get something to drink.
'Bring me back something too.'
Kaoru left Hikaru alone in the music room.
Man it sure is quiet in here, with nobody else around.
Hikaru thought to himself, taking in how much quieter it seemed now that Kaoru wasn't there.
Even though we weren't talking, it somehow didn't seem this quiet.
Hikaru noticed a scrunchy sitting on the small table next to the couch.
Wasn't Haruhi wearing this yesterday?
Hikaru ran his fingers over the supple cotton.
That's right, Tamaki wanted to see her with her hair like that. She did it to shut him up.
Hikaru stretched out, lying down on the couch. He stared up at the ceiling while he pondered it further.
He can be so persistent.
He held out the scrunchy above him taking in the pretty, turquoise coloring.
She did look good like that.
Hikaru pulled the scrunchy to his nose and closed his eyes, taking in the slightly sweet smell of her shampoo.
It smells so good.
Hikaru held the little, wrinkled scrunchy long enough for his brother to see.
'Enjoying your self.'
Kaoru said with a slight chuckle, trying to cover up the pain in his heart that had just stricken him.
Yeah, kinda melodramatic, but I don't hate how it turned out. Please read and review!