EDIT: I updated the author's note because it was just embarrassing haha. I'm years late in replying to everyone but thank you so so much for both all the reviews + favourites! I'm actually surprised so many of you like it - looking back on it now I'm cringing so hard at my writing lmao. Regardless, thank you ever so much again! I appreciate all the praise this has gotten, it puts a smile on my face.

A tiny oneshot I wrote at school during break and lunch and somehow managed to finish it! First HikaruKaoruuu... kinda. As the title suggests, it centres around Hikaru being sick and how he thinks of Kaoru. I should back get into writing more, I really miss it. :c


Saturday. A brilliant day to be sick. He couldn't have asked for anything more. He's shaking his head now, hands gripping to the toilet, body trembling, adding a more nauseating feeling to what he's already feeling. The rich teenager screws up his eyes, jaw clenched, taking raspy breathes, trying to get some sanity into his system. How did he get sick like this? Was it something he ate? Did he catch it from someone else? He has no idea, but whatever it is, it's paying him.

His stomach churns, making unpleasant growling sounds. A rush of hot liquid along with various other lumps spills out of his mouth to join the rest of the mixture in the pit below his face. He gasps; eyes open wide, beads of sweat running down his forehead. He was never one for an amazing immune system, but had been getting some fortunate luck for a while. Until now of course. He quickly turns away, suddenly mentally and physically sickened at the sight of his own vomit. His stomach's still making noises. He shouldn't have had that huge dinner.

His head starts spinning, causing his vision to blur (or maybe that's just the outcome of the tears in his eyes). A sharp thumping stabs at his brain continuing at an equal pace, gradually getting louder. A tired groan escapes from his mouth has one pale hand clutches his throbbing K-Kaoru! M-Make it stop! His thoughts become pathetic pleads to the one he admires most, as if he can make the pain go away. His stomach gives in again, causing him to throw up more of his dinner, this time more fluids than solids. The boy's mind starts fighting with himself.

Get a grip, you idiot! You're stronger than this. You're bloody No need to depend on him for something as small as this.

And he knows he's right. He doesn't need his brother to come and help him. He's sixteen for god's sake; he can deal with it on his own! Nevertheless, he couldn't really care and deep down it's not true. He wants him to be there. Kaoru's the only thing that keeps him going and without him… he would pretty much be nothing. So yes, he does need his brother to be with him. He even told him himself. "Even for a split second", his exact words. And now he's a mess. Completely sick, completely independent.

The teenager eventually manages to conjure up what's left of his insides before falling into a heap on the floor. He's staring straight ahead – at the door – as if expecting his special someone to walk in and save him from this mess. His body's still shaking violently and his mouth both feels and tastes vile. His body is drenched with sweat, probably making stains on the tiled floor. He groans again, shutting his eyes tight, placing his hands loosely on his head. He wants the pain to stop. He wants it to leave. He doesn't know what to do. He's hopeless. He's helpless…

"Hikaru!?"

The weak body sprawled out on the floor doesn't move a muscle. He moves his lips to make a certain word – the name of the other person in the room. His brother. No sound comes out. The boy looking exactly identical to the boy on the floor (except looking more alive and well than his twin) stares down at him in horror, dropping to his knees and pulls his beloved twin into his arms. He tells him complete nonsense; its okay, it's going to be alright. Hikaru just lies there limp in those arms (since when were they so warm?), slowly drifting away from reality and into some sort of darkness. Kaoru picks him up and walks him back into their bedroom wishing he had known sooner.