The Idiot's Game
Hikaru would lovingly latch his glove covered fingers to Kaoru's also protected ones.
When a classmate of theirs, sometimes a school mate or an acquaintance of any sort comes to open the gate they would pull their defenses up.
They let them stop there at the entrance.
They were the Great Sphinx in their universe, their only riddle, "Can you tell which one of us is Kaoru?"
They both chorused, the twins did not smile, did not move a muscle their hands held on together like glue. "Can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?"
While these two hands are linked together an almost supernatural force would surround them. The thoughts found in one's head would simply flow to other's mind without much of a physical hint passing by.
They leaned on the same wall.
They walked on the same path.
They eat the same food.
They sleep on the same bed.
Snow was falling as December hung by the calendar.
Kaoru and Hikaru were both wrapped tightly with jackets and coats, a hat on their head and their bondage to each other not breaking. Like all the things they wore, their winter coats were dyed in the same color as to confuse those who would pass them by.
There was a girl who passed by, not so long ago.
Maybe ten or nine years back when they were still little kids.
She asked them if they could help her make a snow man.
"Which one of us is Hikaru?" they said in unison.
Their twin orbs loomed over her, studying her and watched her carefully the same way a predator does his prey before the kill.
They saw the snow wrap around her, pulling her gentle and faceless form away from them and away from their untouchable world. They sit still like little boys on this bench that have now started to own.
They both stood up and they braved the snow together.
Their fingers always present to make a perfect ten with the other, as their identical footsteps left prints of their presence on the snow.
By the time they reached the door, Kaoru would stop by the frame and tightened his hold on his brother. Hikaru would stop and look at him with a look of small confusion before looking up.
The younger twin's mischievous caught the older one's face, he looked up.
A mistletoe was hanging by, almost floating because the cord remains unseen by the naked eye.