Yes, it is true! I have found a new obsession. :D I will always love Avatar: The Last Airbender, but as you can see I'm taking a break from it for now. My reasoning: I suck at writing Avatar fanfiction, I can never keep up with it, there's nothing new I can add to it, it has a big enough fanbase without me adding pointless crap, and it's a little old now. Ouran is my new love for the moment, especially the ever so smexy twins. YAY TWINCEST! 3

Back to business: I will not make this a "And then Hikaru proclaimed his love for his brother and the two made-out and had hot sex" fic. I'm tired of reading those. It's OOC, even for the twins, and they deserve a better plotline than that. If these two do have hot sex in my story, it's going to be either

A. WAY farther down the line

or

B. in an extremely weird plot twist that I haven't thought up yet. Although, I have been meaning to write a pretty hardcore love scene on something, so it's bound to come soon. I love twincest as much as ya'll, but you won't be seeing it for a bit if at all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran: HSHC nor do I own the completely smexy twins. Sad day.

To say there was an unnatural change in Hikaru was an understatement. To say that he was spontaneously being odd was belittlement of the current situation if Kaoru had ever heard it. He frowned into the sheets Monday morning, having expected to awaken shivering on the floor with a ragingly sore back, just like always. It seemed to be a ritual when sharing a bed with Hikaru, as they did last night. He was rather confused, also having expected to be overjoyed at the feeling of stretching in a sea of cool sheets and mountain of pillows, but could only blink in bewilderment.

Why didn't Hikaru kick me out of bed?

Where is his phone?

Kaoru rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and examined the bedside table where Hikaru's cell was nowhere to be found. Kaoru's sat alone on the barren slab of wood. Beyond confused and still a bit bleary-eyed, Kaoru turned on his other side to face the other half of the bed, expecting to find Hikaru still asleep, but then realized that the other side of the bed was not occupied. The sheets were tucked in, although still slightly wrinkled from Kaoru's movements. It looked as if no one had slept there all night.

But we tucked each other in last night…we talked…he was there!

Kaoru sat up and yawned, then listened. The shower wasn't running, and the bathroom door was wide open anyhow.

Why would he take his phone into the shower anyways?

Kaoru grumbled and threw the sheets off of him before stumbling onto his feet. He stretched and proceeded to the bathroom. He wasn't exactly concerned about Hikaru's disappearance; more than likely he had just woken up early and went on to breakfast. But even so, it wasn't like Hikaru to wake up early. He enjoyed sleeping in. Besides, the twins were pretty much in sync after years of practice; they always woke up at the same time. Kaoru still wasn't very concerned, but a little hurt. What if Hikaru had purposely slept in a different bedroom? They had spoken about it in a very awkward and unusual conversation for the duo. Kaoru hated it. Hikaru must've been going through a phase, because he was acting so strangely. It started when he got a girlfriend: Camille. She was French, of course, so Tamaki whole-heartedly approved despite the fact that it would put a major dent in the brotherly-love act. As a matter of fact, Tamaki grabbed her and spun her around incessantly the first time he met her, calling her "the cutest thing ever". Kaoru almost thought Haruhi would go red with jealousy, but she simply snorted at the sight and walked to class.

It wasn't that Kaoru wasn't happy for his brother, it was just that –

No, I shouldn't complain.

The tooth brush went from side to side rhythmically against his teeth.

He really likes her…

Brush…brush…brush..

Kaoru spat and slammed the toothbrush down against the sink.

"She brings out the worst in him!" His voice echoed once and then the bathroom went completely silent, minus the steady drip of a leaky water faucet.

It was true though. Hikaru became more closed-minded by the day, almost like how he was when it was only him and Kaoru, except this time excluding Kaoru altogether. It started with, "I kinda want to go with just Camille." and then became "This brotherly-love game is getting boring, don't you think?" and finally ended with "Maybe we shouldn't share a bed." Of course they had made an exception for that night, or so Kaoru had thought.


After he finished brushing his teeth and getting dressed in his school uniform, Kaoru headed downstairs to the kitchen – that was empty. His heart sunk. Hikaru had changed beds. There was no other explanation.

And so Kaoru served himself a muffin and continued along with his lonely breakfast. Hikaru came down ten minutes later, a pleased sort of smile on his face. He sat in the chair opposite of his brother, and proceeded to bury his chin in his hands and sigh happily. After five more minutes of non-stop sighing, Kaoru felt like he was going to explode.

He cleared his throat bitterly and raised an eyebrow at Hikaru. "Have a good night?"

"The best," Hikaru mumbled, a trail of drool making its way down his palm. "I dreamt of Camille again last night." Kaoru frowned. Again? "We were in a garden of roses skipping and singing together," he sighed again. Secretly hoping Kaoru didn't realize he was keeping it PG for him, Hikaru continued. "She told me she loved me." Although it sounded innocent enough, Hikaru's mind immediately went to a pair of bodies slick with sweat; the one with lilac hair moaning a subtle, "I love you." into the other's ear.

"I'm surprised you could understand her," Kaoru prodded. "Her Japanese is terrible." Hikaru flashed him a warning look before getting out of his seat and heading toward the door.

"Very funny, now come on. We're going to be late."

Kaoru watched his brother walk away in surprise. Since when does Hikaru care that we're late?


The club was packed that day. The theme was James Bond/undercover agent/secret service/etc. Kyoya had special sunglasses flown in from wherever. He wouldn't tell based on the excuse that in order to keep a company's trust you must benefit them by keeping their secrets undisclosed.

Tamaki seemed to really get into his part, as he always did, and even requested Kyoya to find him some special wall-climbing equipment, such as sticky gloves, but Kyoya refused. "It isn't in the club's budget, I'm afraid," he explained with a knowing smirk. Kaoru assumed he just didn't want to go through all the trouble.

Mori-Senpai and Honey-Senpai were be fawned over by a bunch of girls exclaiming, "They match! Aren't they just the most adorable spies you've ever seen? Awww!"

Haruhi was in her own little world with three girls who kept complimenting her hair – for some reason.

Hikaru and Kaoru continued on with their act daily, even though Hikaru seemed to be bored of it.

"I know we must carry on with our mission to make these beautiful women happy," Hikaru cooed, "But – I can't help but anguish over the fact that I can't quit the mission and simply be with you, Kaoru. Your embrace means more to me than any mission." Kaoru smiled inside when Hikaru held him a little tighter, cupped his chin, and brought his face even closer.

"Then let's end this mission, Hikaru!" Kaoru whispered in a husky tone. "Our only true mission is to satisfy each other." Their guests squealed and even screamed with delight, but stopped suddenly when a figure approached the twins. It was Camille.

"My love," Camille gasped. "Oh, won't you rescue me?" Her hand flew to her forehead in obvious exaggeration. Hikaru immediately released Kaoru and fell into his girlfriend's embrace, holding her tightly. Kaoru almost spoke, but choke on his words and swallowed them once again. Their audience gasped and murmured to each other, their eyes traveling from the couple to where Kaoru sat alone, shivering in the aftershock.

Hikaru had never broken out of character before, never!

A few of the ladies left, but some went over to Kaoru and sat next to him on the sofa, holding him and murmuring quiet nothings in an attempt to comfort him. Kaoru only stared after his brother and Camille. A tear fell from his eye and he felt the need to just let it all out, to sob loud enough to where Hikaru could hear him and come running back. But he knew even if he did, even if he did break down right there, Hikaru wouldn't return to him.

Instead he broke out of the comforting embraces, mumbling quick apologies in an uneven tone, and faltered out of the music room.


Yeah, so that's it for right now. It always looks so much longer on Microsoft Word, I swear! D: But that's pretty much setting it up for you so far.

:) See you next time. And I promise, I'll try to keep up with this story unlike most of my others. :(