Title
Us, Them, and Meth
Contents
Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings
Hikaru/Kaoru
POV
Odd Chapters: Hikaru
Even Chapters: Kaoru
Beta
None
Summary
It's only been the two worlds, 'us' and 'them'. Now Kaoru has made a third world of his own.
Disclaimer
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters mentioned. Trust me if I did, they wouldn't be hosting.
Warning
Yaoi. Drugs.
Enjoy
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I knew he did it, I knew.. I just didn't want to believe. I saw the lab, I saw his bloodshot eyes peering out the doorway every now and then to check if anyone was coming.. I didn't touch the stuff, I never asked him about it. But what I did do, was support him..

Ever since we were little, there's been only us and them. ONLY us and them. I had Kaoru, and Kaoru had me. There was no in between love, there was no outside happiness, there was only who we were and what we had. This is why what he did scared me. He's brought in a third member of 'us'.. I hate it, I hate what it does to him.. But I've always been there for him.. Why stop now?

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Walking down the hall I could see he left the lab's door ajar. I figured I'd close it for him, he didn't need his cover blown from the intoxicating smell pouring out. This wasn't the first time I had to cover for him, god only knows what that shit does to his damn head. I guess I'm lucky, he hasn't been into it for long enough for it to destroy his face yet. Although, I couldn't say that for his body. He's to lean, it's hard to wrap my arms around him now a days. It's like I'm holding onto a pole. An icey cold, wet, shakey pole. I'm afraid If I put my tongue on him it'll freeze there. It's getting hard to look at him, as one could imagine. The worst part, behond all the blue lips and boney hands, is his eyes. His dark, lifeless eyes. He's bent out of a horror movie. But, to be honest he still looks good for the most part. He has to ask me now, 'Hikaru, am I still appealing?'. And my reply, 'Yes Kaoru..'. And one could guess how that would end.

When did we start putting the 'us' to the next level? It's been years now. Years since Ouran, years since host club, years since just an act. My shameful secret is liquor. No, I am not an alcoholic, nor a drunk. But I do like the taste of sauce once in a while. But, no harm since we are of drinking age now. And as one would assume, it's been a while since we've lived at our parents house. Mommy and Daddy do tend to call every once in a while, guess who answers the phone? I do. I've forbbided Kaoru of making family phone calls. I know for a fact he'll slip up and yell at them, for one reason or another. My best guess would be about the family's company, since Mom's been badgering him for months now to claim her title already. But Kaoru would rather go into a slightly different buisness.

I walked into our room and could still smell the horrible stench coming from the lab-more recently called our basement. Laying on our bed, I yawned and stretched seeing as it was near time to hit the hay. I was wondering if I would fall asleep next to him tonight, or whether he would wake me up with some odd question about his looks. I cherish those nights I'm able to lay next to him and watch him fall asleep to the moonlight. I love the sight of a sleeping Kaoru. Although, just a sleeping Kaoru and a sleeping Kaoru after sex is alot different.

Last time we happened to get together he gave me bruises on my hips. That's how boney he is. He was on top, riding me if you will. I tried to hold his waist to direct the rythem, but he kept coming down harder and faster. Needless to say I would have prefered to be on my knees that night. We've disposed of condoms a long time ago, but now I'm begining to think we should start useing them again. Where there's meth, there's needles. Where there's needles, there's a chance at aids. But the problem with that is trying to tell Kaoru that he could get aids from this. Let's say, Kaoru isn't one open to new suggestions.

Stareing at the ceiling I could hear a door shut and a phone ring. If it's family, Kaoru won't answer. But If it's someone else, he will sell. I hear the phone being picked up, so I'm guessing it's a customer. Rolling over to my side I recall the days where customer ment a teenage girl looking to be swooned by our charming words and good looks. Now it means a fucked up junkie with a skull tatoo on their left arm looking to score a high with the cough syrup-drain cleaner-bleach concoction my younger brother slapped together in the lab.

I hate calling it that. 'The lab'. Makes Kaoru sound like a mad scientist. Maybe he is, in his own little world that is. That's just it. His own little world. Now, not only has he brought a third party into the world of 'us', he's made a third world of his own. In this world, he would leave the house and sit on the proch steps, shooting up meth into his arm. He'd wait a sum of five minutes before he'd venture off into the city. Occasionally I followed him, just to see what he did with his spare time. Coming to find all he did was stumble about and have a chance to get into a fight. Oh yea, I forgot to mention, Kaoru fought people ALOT. This was a hobbie, if junking wasn't his first. What Kaoru didn't realize was he was a small, small, lean boy. And the people he took on here twice the mass as he was. So, he'd get his ass kicked alot. I'd have to carry him home and tend to his bruises and cuts. When he would come to he'd ask once again about his appearence, 'I look like hell don't I?' 'No Kaoru.'.

I could hear yelling, maybe his customer wasn't being resonable? I'd yell at someone who didn't give me the right amount of money. Hell, I'd yell just for the hell of it. It's fun to yell sometimes. But not out of anger, no, just plain oddball yelling. The kind of yelling that the neighbors next door would look out there window all 'Martha, those damn Hitachiin brothers are at it again!'. But they do that enough when Kaoru decides he loves me. Yes, I said decides. There are times when Kaoru decides he doesn't love me. Why? Well, when I tell him we need condoms for instance. I got no booty call that night. Or perhaps when I tell him he's going to hell for useing that damn stuff, and he'd throw his cough syrup bottle at me. It's a game, dodge-bottle. Kind of like dodge-ball only the ball isn't as soft. I feel like those ducks at the shoot 'em up games at the fair.

Closing my eyes I realize I don't care anymore about who's on the phone. I'm more tired then anything.