When did I start losing it? Well, I suppose I might never have had it. Had anything, really. Even my childhood, excuse me, our childhood was void of normality. We were twins, I guess I should mention. You see, I must clarify these things in case anyone other than my brother should find this. Find me. But yes, twin brothers. Identical, with me as the younger. We shared everything. It was us vs them, and we kept that line very, very distinct. We never let anyone else in. Well, until them.
I won't mention them by name, as to hold true to discretion and privacy of those involved. But we were known as the host club. My brother and I, we were recruited by the founder of the group. Yes, we were good looking, which is quite the contrary to how I may appear now at the time of discovery. We were high class, excessively rich, and nothing was too good for us. Everything was ours for the taking.
We were flawless. All of us, from top to bottom. We ran this successful club together, what could go wrong? But then our fourth year students graduated. Then the next fourth years, and the next. All who were left were the original first years. Me, my brother, and a girl. The alumni visited occasionally, but eventually the club fell apart and disbanded. Without the founder and his energy, we never really felt like keeping the charade going, so we quit. And then us first years, now fourth years, graduated too. We grew up, moved out, moved on, grew apart.
At this point, I'm sure that we, my brother and I, were completely and utterly screwed up. Royally. These people were our first friends. The ones to take us from our 'us vs them' mentality and direct our energy towards becoming decent human beings instead of socially inconsiderate recluses. And now, they were gone.
You might be starting to create the idea in your mind that we became close siblings again, latching on to each other like we had before we joined the host club. But here's to crushing your dreams. We didn't. We split so far apart that I'm sure his new friends aren't even aware that he is a twin. I'm sure he's married, happy, something like that by now. He hasn't spoken to me in years.
But he's an adult now, and so am I. He's capable of his own actions and I don't have to run to him every time something goes wrong now. He's responsible, I'm responsible. But we aren't. Not as a pair. But that, my friend, is another story for another time and place.
I don't own Ouran. Please let me know what I can do to improve this story and future chapters, thanks! In other news, I'm trying out writing again.
-Sora