No one belongs to me


And does he notice

My feelings for him?

And will he see how much he means to me?

I think it's not to be…

Hikaru was sitting at home, completely terrified of something happening to Kaoru. He's never come home this late before. He tried calling Kaoru's limo driver, all of his friends, the host club members, and then finally Kyoya, who said that he'd contact his family's police and hospitals. Hikaru waited in anxiety and agony for what seemed like an hour and a half, but was only 23 minutes. Kyoya called back and said that Kaoru had been registered into the hospital on the other side of town. Hikaru felt his heart sink so low, that he thought he was dead. He slowly hung up the phone and demanded someone to take him to the hospital.

He was waiting for about an hour when the club members showed up. Tamaki was the only one who brought flowers with exotic gems wrapped around it in a vase. Hikaru moaned at the king's ignorance. Whatever the case may be, Hikaru was sure that his brother was not hurt at all. There was no need for flowers… as if he had died, or something. No, Hikaru tried to keep those kinds of thoughts as far away from him as possible. The main thought that wouldn't stop coming back was what on earth he could have done to get himself put in the hospital.

For the time being, no one spoke. The rest of the club knew how close the twins were, how they could never stand to live another day if the other was hurt, or worse. So they all were quiet, to let Hikaru get his thoughts straight. And for another half hour, they were quiet. At some point, Hunny started to cry, but the sounds of his whining and Mori hushing him were the only sound made in the room.

A doctor walked in through the large double doors.

"Hitachiin?" he called out for family.

Hikaru darted up and scurried forward, anxious, nervous, terrified, timid, petrified and he felt his insides twist and curl at odd angles. The doctor looked at his patient's identical twin with query look, and spoke.

"Well, looks like someone didn't have as much they wanted," the doctor joked. Hikaru looked at him with a fire in his eyes that burned with the flame and passion of a thousand suns. "I'm just joking. Gosh," the doctor defended. He coughed and looked at his clipboard. "So, your brother is in a stupor, but is still conscious. Only family may visit at this point. He will be here for about one to two weeks. He won't be able to speak fluently, nor act as if he were intelligent for several hours. But he will be okay… for now." As Hikaru listened, he couldn't miss the last part.

"What do you mean 'for now'?" he asked a bit confused.

"Well, on that one chance that he chooses to do this again, then you'll know." The doctor stated, then left him on his own.

Hikaru was more than curious to know what happened now. He told the club members that he will be going in to visit alone, and had said that they all could go home until tomorrow. When they left, Hikaru turned and quickly progressed to Kaoru's room.

Hikaru slowly opened the door to find his brother in the hospital bed, waving his arms lamely around, smiling, but not fully happy about something, acting all dazed and confused. Hikaru rushed to his bed and tried to communicate with him, but the doctor came from behind to remind him that his brother would be stupid like this for several hours, and then left… again. So Hikaru leaned in to kiss his brother's forehead, as he starts laughing at the touch. And for an hour and a half, Hikaru tried to make sense of Kaoru's non-sense.

Eventually, 6 hours passed and Hikaru could see that Kaoru was starting to comprehend words and understanding. Although he was still a little off. He spoke with a slight slur and an indefinite vocabulary, but he could hold a conversation. Hikaru tried his best to get a little info out of him, but since he didn't fully understand, he mainly kept telling him how much he loved him, and how much he was worried.

Now, 30 minutes had passes since then, and Kaoru was able to function correctly and properly.

"Oh, oh I think I'm gonna be sick…" he stumbled off towards the restroom, with Hikaru assisting him. He vomited plain stomach acid, and fell to the floor moaning with pain. Hikaru held him up so he wouldn't be lying on the bathroom floor. He brushed his twin's hair back out of his face constantly so he wouldn't be bothered by it. Kaoru kept his eyes closed to shade the bright light.

For a few seconds, they were quiet. Until Hikaru gently and calmly spoke in a hushed tone.

"… Hey… You gonna be okay?" at first he got no reply. "Look, I don't know what's going on. Kaoru, will you please talk to me?" Kaoru moaned, but in a slightly annoyed grunt this time. "…eh?... what's wrong?" Hikaru asked, slightly offended by his brother's sudden change of action.

Kaoru looked up at him, squinting slightly at the bright light; his golden brown eyes regretfully stared into its identical match. He looked down, confused, angry, sad, excited. He didn't know what to think, and there was no way he could ever tell Hikaru, the only person in the whole world that seemed to matter the most to him, what had happened to him that night.

Kaoru was back in his hospital bed now. Hikaru was sitting as close as he could to his side, preoccupied with watching his brother sleep, almost guarding him. He was at the edge of his seat, bouncing his knee on his leg, and his fist perched on his chin. More awake than asleep at 1:08 in the morning. He kept pondering about how Kaoru had been acting the day before. He kept thinking of their past together as best friends, the closest brothers could be. They have always been so close. What could have possibly happened to Kaoru?