DISCLAIMER: (you know it) I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or the characters!
Kaoru, where are you? Hikaru looked around, seeing only what was in this room. I feel you, Kao, but I can't see you. He searched once more, studying every little detail closely, the faded and chipped brown walls, the hay covering the various stalls, and the loft overhead. The loft! Hikaru studied the underside of the loft, seeing nothing, nothing, something! Red, wet, dripping.
He jumped up from his sitting position and ran over to the place where the dark substance dripped onto the hay. He picked up a tiny pinch of the wet hay and examined it closely. It can't be blood... can it? He looked up as a drop of crimson dripped onto his cheek. There was... something up there. Hikaru could see it through the gaps in the wood.
He walked slowly, so slowly, toward the ladder leading up to the loft, taking each step carefully. Please be an animal or something. He thought. Oh, Kaoru, please don't be up here. He kept his eyes down as he climbed onto the platform. He couldn't look, not if it could be Kaoru, his baby brother. Do it, a little voice in his mind beckoned, It's not him. It can't be. Hikaru took a deep breath.
There was a terrible stench, Rotting, death. He clenched his fists and looked up.
"NO!" Hikaru screamed and bolted upright in bed. He was drenched in sweat. It took him a second to remember the dream and he wished he hadn't. He furiously ripped the blanket off and ran toward the bathroom, hand over his mouth. After violently vomiting and brushing his teeth, Hikaru sunk to the floor against the bathtub.
Why was he so upset? It wasn't Kaoru. It was only a calf. But it just wasn't right. That wasn't normal. Who in their right mind would hang a baby cow and... and cut open its stomach?
Hikaru sighed. It's from my mind, though, Hikaru thought. He rested his head on his knees and knotted his fingers into his hair. He tugged on it in frustration. Why wasn't Kaoru with him? Where wasKaoru.
"Oh, Kao, where are you?" Hikaru choked. There was a knock on the door. "Go away." Hikaru whispered inaudibly. He heard the door open a tiny bit.
"Master Hikaru?" a woman's voice asked. When she spotted him, she quickly went to him and gently pulled him up. He stood in front of her, his head down and his light red hair covering his eyes.
"Master Hikaru, are you alright?" she asked. "Master Hikaru?" she repeated. Hikaru nodded but no, he wasn't okay. He missed his brother. He needed him.
The maid helped Hikaru back to bed, advising him to rest for the day and reminding him that it was Saturday. For this he was grateful and immediately fell into a deep, dreamless, and nightmare-less, sleep.
Chapter one END!
Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed *DRAMATIC MUSIC* chapter 1! This is my first real fanfic so I would really appreciate reviews, good an bad, but no one likes flames :(
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