Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club does not belong to me.
Hikaru once heard an urban legend from a class mate. The story says if you look into a mirror, and dart around quickly, your reflection might not follow. Since the mirror is a portal to another world and your reflection is just somebody who looks like you but is not you. They may pull you into their world.
It was a stupid story. After all, a mirror is a mirror. It is nothing more and nothing less.
But Kaoru was his mirror image and he was Kaoru's mirror image, were they pulling each other into a strange world? Kaoru was the one to mention it. He always seemed to get deeper meanings from weird things.
"Say, Hikaru, that silly story our class mate told us. You know, about the mirror people. Do you think it's true?" Kaoru asked one day, randomly interrupting Hikaru from playing his video game.
"There's no such thing as mirror people, no such thing as a different world, and the story was just a story." He wanted to get back to his game.
"I think we're mirror people. I think one of us got caught in this world." Kaoru said softly, almost sadly. Hikaru wasn't sure what there was to be sad about. The idea of mirror people was stupid.
"You sound really dumb right now. Come on, go read a book or something."
"Hikaru, think about it just for one second. We are mirror images, right? The hair part."
"That's something we do ourselves." he replied lamely.
"But why do we do it?" the younger of the two asked, his eyes begging for answers.
"I don't know, but I do know you're making no sense. It's just something we do. That's all. Nothing more to it."
"I think fate wanted us together. That is why one of us is not in the mirror world. We belonged with each other. I hope the mirror world doesn't want one of us back someday."
When Kaoru had finally stopped talking, and had finally gone to go to do something else, Hikaru had been left with his stupid thoughts. Like always.
He knew the whole story was phony. A mirror was just something that showed your reflection. You could dash around in front of it as much as you wanted, and your reflection would always copy you. That was what a reflection did. It was trustworthy. You could always rely on it.
It would be scary, though, Hikaru thought sadly, if your reflection decided to stop its usual job, and randomly just came to the conclusion that it no longer wanted to be your reflection. It would probably be tragic, too, wouldn't it? Something you had for so long, deciding to abandon you.
Hikaru felt depressed. He blamed Kaoru. Stupid Kaoru and his stupid deep thoughts.
Why he went to the mirror, he was not sure. Why he decided to make sure his reflection would not stop copying him, he could not answer. He still held Kaoru responsible for it.
Nevertheless, though, when he saw Kaoru in the mirror, making the exact same funny faces, and as he saw Kaoru crying in the mirror, Hikaru could taste tears as he smiled.
He would never believe that story.
Notes: Another old fic.And there actually is an urban legend about mirror people. If you sneak into the bathroom without going in front of it and wait a minute, look into the corner of the mirror and you won't see your reflection. I tried it and I saw my reflection. :3