Imoto-chan: Another one-shot! And it's for my newest obsession: Ouran High School Host Club!
One-chan: And once again, you are delaying the updation of your chapter story.
Imoto-chan: I'll work on it! But I just had to write this last night!
One-chan: We were at a hotel with our cousins last night so how- wait…don't tell me you stayed up all night writing?
Imoto-chan: I didn't stay up all night, just most of it.
One-chan: No wonder you slept on the drive home. (sighs) What am I going to do with you?
Imoto-chan: Sorry. Anyways, this is a brotherly friendship fic, NOT an incest fic. Okay, now that it's clear, One-chan and I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Now on with the story!
I'm going to kill those dam maids.
I sigh. So close, I'd been so close. Everything was perfect, and now my plan was destroyed.
Those stupid maids just HAD to ruin everything.
The annoying sound of the heart monitor is really beginning to get on my nerves. I turn my head to the side, and gaze at my sleeping twin brother.
Hikaru. I can see bags under his eyes, and streaks where tears ran down his face. I'm sorry Hikaru, but I had no other option.
You're probably wondering why I slit my wrists that night, when you and Haruhi went out on a date. It's simple really.
I had no more reason to exist.
Before, it had been just you and me. We were a team, best friends, twin brothers. I needed you, just as you needed me. And knowing that someone cared, that I was important to someone, gave me a reason to exist. To be by your side, as your other half.
Until Haruhi came.
Haruhi, the intruder, came into our precious world. It wasn't long before you fell in love with her. Soon, the two of you began to spend more and more time together.
And I was quickly forgotten.
Don't get me wrong; I don't hate you, Hikaru, for leaving me behind. Nor do I hate Haruhi, for stealing my reason to live.
But I couldn't continue living. I'm not like you brother; I can't open up to another person like you have with Haruhi. I'm too scared, too shy, too distrusting.
And it hurt so much, knowing that I wasn't needed by anyone anymore. That loneliness and emptiness tortured my heart, until finally I couldn't take it anymore.
So I decided to die.
Everything was perfect. No one was home but the maids, who had gone downstairs to finish cleaning. Secretly, I had taken a knife from the kitchen, and sharpened it so that it would easily cut.
Two deep slashes, one on either wrist, did the trick.
I thought everything would finally end. Crimson red liquid flowed out of my veins, and pooled beneath me on the floor. I thought that all I had left to do was wait.
But then that damn maid just had to walk into the room.
And that's how I ended up in the hospital. I'd fallen unconscious shortly after the maid called 911, and was surprised to see you asleep at my side when I awoke.
I reach over and brush Hikaru's messy hair out of his face. His eyes quickly snap open, and I notice that they're red from crying.
"Kaoru?" he say, his voice filled with both disbelief and relief.
I look into his worried eyes. A few tears fall down his cheeks. I hate seeing him cry, which is somewhat hypocritical, since I'm the one making him. My hand reaches up to wipe away his tears, but Hikaru grabs it and holds it tight.
"Why Kaoru?" he asks, more tears pouring down his face.
Why, you ask Hikaru. Why did I try to kill myself? It's simple really.
Because I had no more reason to exist.
Imoto-chan: Done! Though, I'm not too sure if it's any good.
One-chan: You know, it never sees to confuse me on how someone as childish and immature as you, can write something as angsty as this.
Imoto-chan: Truthfully, I wanted to make it a more angsty.
One-chan:- -;;Right.
Imoto-chan: Anyways, please review.
One-chan: But no flames.
Imoto-chan: Bye!