The Lost Bet.
Chapter One: The First Day and a Maid Outfit.
About Kaoru walking around in a maid-outfit, a sleepless night, burning touches, pouring rain and Kyouya who feels something new without a name.
"This is all your fault, Hikaru," Kaoru packed his bags, looked up at his twin.
"I already said sorry!" Hikaru answered anxious. "What can I possibly do more?!"
"Oh! Like sorry is going to save me from Kyouya-senpai! Damn you, Hikaru!" The bag was flung over his shoulder and Kaoru's eyes were blazing with a fire that made Hikaru afraid.
"I'm really sorry," Hikaru sighed again. "Really, really, really, really."
"Okay, okay…" Kaoru kept silent. "I'll miss you."
And a faint smile came upon his face. He was really going to miss Hikaru. He sighed another time, ready to leave. Hikaru looked at his twin and immediately felt sorry for doing this to him. He just didn't think about it. But now Kaoru was ready to leave, he didn't want him to go. How was he going to survive without Kaoru? Suddenly he felt like he was going to panic.
"I'll miss you too…" Hikaru looked at the ground. "Don't go."
"What?" Kaoru blinked.
"Don't go," Hikaru repeated, a bit more confident.
"You know I have to," the admonishing look again as he added: "your fault. You needed to bet for me so badly."
"Kaoru!" Hikaru whined. "I already said sorry!"
Kaoru sighed. He just wanted to say goodbye and leave, - he really didn't want to risk coming late- , as his cell phone rang. Quickly, he took it, flung it open, brought it to his ear and said: "Hello?"
"Ah, Kaoru," sounded Kyouya's voice on the other side of the line.
"Kyouya-senpai?" Kaoru asked surprised. "Why are you calling?"
Hikaru gave him a look and Kaoru stuck out his tongue, the voice on the other side of the line answering: "well, I thought about it, and maybe it's better that you pretend to be a girl the whole week through."
"Eh?!" Kaoru's eyes widened.
"It's already settled. Your name will be Yutsumi Kaoru," Kyouya's voice stayed friendly and polite, but the danger was clearly recognizable as he added: "of course I don't have to tell you there will be consequences if you're find out."
"B-But… that wasn't a part of the deal!" Kaoru tried to protest.
"It's only one week. Haruhi was able to hide the fact she's a girl for half a year now, so one week should be easy, no? Oh, well, I don't mind if you're find out or not, but maybe Hikaru will when he has to wear that outfit nonetheless," and Kyouya's voice didn't change a single bit.
"Yes, yes! It's okay!" Kaoru sighed. "It's not like I have a choice whatsoever."
"It's not that you have no choice," Kyouya chuckled a little, but got his voice back under control. "It's just that the drawbacks aren't comparable."
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Kaoru said, slightly irritated, slightly embarrassed for some weird reason.
"Only a little," Kyouya admitted. "But I'll hang up now, so you can get ready. See you over an hour."
"Bye," Kaoru said and the line went dead.
Why, oh why did he end up like this?
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Kaoru got out of the car, his hands nervously clenching to the bag. He could still hear Hikaru's laughter in his head, when he showed up in girl clothes. He wore a simple, pretty short dress, in a light blue colour. A red ribbon was carefully tied to his arm, making him looking even more feminine. The edges of the dress looked like they were ripped, strokes of blue fabric dancing around his legs with every step he took. He wore a red tie, lively hopping and swinging around as he carefully walked to the door.
Hikaru stated he was a very pretty girl. Kaoru took a deep breath. His hair felt weird, since it was done in two ponytails in the back of his head, because that was about all the length of his hair allowed.
He didn't want to get caught. No way. Never. Then all this would've been for nothing and Kyouya would do evil, just plain evil things to his beloved twin. Luckily Kaoru was quite used to wearing girls clothes, since their mom always made them wear her clothes, even if they were for girls. He got used to it when he was a kid and he was happy about it now. It would be even more awkward if he was all nervous about his clothes. No, Kaoru was a very pretty girl, his long eyelashes and red lips making it so convincing one would really believe he was a girl.
On his pretty red sandals he walked a little further. If he was going to wear a maid costume and cat ears soon, this wasn't the biggest humiliation. He was crazy. He was crazy for doing this for Hikaru. He had to get away, to run away and let Hikaru suffer. Why couldn't he just be selfish for once? Why did he have to do all this for his twin? Because that was who he was, sadly, and he couldn't crawl back anymore. Okay, only one week. He had to survive that. He could survive that. Even when it was a week alone with Kyouya. Even when it was a week where he had to be a servant.
Even when it was a week without Hikaru.
He shuddered. He already missed him so much and he felt like running away. But he knew he couldn't. So he took another deep breath and walked towards the door of the large mansion. He lifted his hand up, his nails neatly manicured. After all, all girls should take care of their nails. He softly knocked, actually hoping no one would hear if he just knocked soft enough.
The sun shined down happily, the sky blue. There was a little wind, playing with his dress. He already lost all the courage he built up so carefully. He looked around. Flowers bloomed and the wind felt nice against his skin. He sighed. The world was too beautiful to be ruined by this. He knocked again, hard this time. He brushed some strands of hair out his face. The door went open with a soft sound and a maid looked at him smiling.
"Can I help you?" she friendly asked.
"Ah, I'm Yutsumi Kaoru," he smiled; happy he actually remembered 'his' last name.
"Oh," she nodded. "Please come in. Kyouya-sama is in his room. He has been waiting for you. Please wait here, I'll go get him."
Kyouya-sama? As long as he doesn't expect me to say that to him. Geez, this is all so troublesome. I miss Hikaru. I wanna go home.
He smiled politely to her, left alone in the great hall after. He looked around. Not really surprised about how wealthy everything was, but somehow silent because this was the first time he set a foot in Kyouya's house. There were a lot of windows and it was bright in the hall. Everything was super clean, so clean Kaoru almost felt like he would dirty everything by just looking at it. He swallowed nervously, his hand automatically searching for Hikaru's to hold, only to find empty air next to him. He sighed.
"Ah, you must be Kaoru, no?" he heard a woman asking.
He almost jumped up, but kept smiling and gracefully turned around. A quite tall woman, with long, slightly waving hair in a deep black colour stood before him as she smiled friendly. Kaoru smiled back, and said in the most girl-like voice he could find: "yes, I am."
"Ah, you're here for Kyouya-kun?" she asked again.
Who… is she? … She looks a little like Kyouya, in a way.
He nodded.
"They said they were going to get him and I had to wait here," he said then as he smiled at her.
"I see," she brushed some black strands of hair out of her face. "Do you know him from school? I heard your brother lost a bet with him or something."
"Y-yes. My twi-… brother lost a bet and therefore I have to be Kyouya's servant," Kaoru smiled, somehow feeling weird to address to Hikaru as just his brother and praying that it was okay to tell her that.
"Ah, Fuyumi-nee-san, looks like you already met our guest," Kyouya's voice sounded next to Kaoru and Kaoru was actually happy to hear him.
Nee-san? No way. I didn't even know he had a sister. And she's so… friendly…
"Oh! How rude of me!" she turned around again, smiled apologetic to Kaoru, "I forgot to introduce myself…"
Kaoru smiled back, not sure what do or what to say. He hopped nervously on one leg to another and played with his hair, his fingers almost pulling it out. He wasn't good at this when he was alone. There was nothing he knew here, only Kyouya and somehow that just didn't make him feel better. Hoping he was not doing anything wrong already, he just continued smiling, his eyes looking everywhere as long as it wasn't at people.
I miss Hikaru…
Kyouya watched his nervous attitude with a weird kind of amusement. It was weird to see the normally so confident and mischievous Hitachiin twin now so nervous and timid. He had his notebook with him, still, and wrote something about that down. Fuyumi looked at Kyouya and then back at Kaoru, while she smiled excusing herself that there was something she needed to take care of. She walked away and Kaoru looked at Kyouya, not sure what to do.
"I'll show you were your clothes are," Kyouya said, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"O-Okay," Kaoru stuttered. "Are you really… going to make me wear that?"
"Well, of course, that was a part of the deal, right?" Kyouya said, looking at the already embarrassed boy.
Pervert.
He walked through the hall and Kaoru followed him. While he walked past a few things, he immediately told Kaoru where which room was, so he wouldn't get lost or have to bother him with asking what where was. Kaoru just nodded, trying to remember as many rooms and places he could. His shoes made a soft ticking noise on the ground. It was silent for a while then, when they just walked up the stairs.
"Oh, by the way, you look very pretty in those clothes," Kyouya said, the cynical tone only slightly audible.
"Well thank you," Kaoru answered, but he clenched his fist and whispered: "don't make fun of me."
Who does he think he is?
"I'm not making fun of you, Kaoru," Kyouya said like he was taken aback. "I just gave you a compliment."
"I already thanked you, didn't I?" he snapped back, feeling humiliated and somewhat angry.
This was already embarrassing enough, he didn't need Kyouya to make irritating comments about it. His cheeks were glowing and he looked away stubbornly. He was going to make Kyouya regret that, thinking he could just make fun of him. Maybe he was a little exaggerating, but really, this was embarrassing beyond words. Pretending to be a girl, being someone's personal slave, and that all just for his twin! It was not that Hikaru wasn't worth it… but… He smiled a little again. He'd find something to make Kyouya's life just as embarrassing as his was right now. He'd find something to bother him with. He was a Hitachiin twin after all, and even without his other half, he was still able to be that mischievous boy.
I'll definitely get my revenge for this.
"You can change there, I'll wait outside," Kyouya gestured at a door.
"Okay," Kaoru said, smiling friendly and walking in.
Gently, he closed the door, looking for his clothes. His eye fell on the black and white maid costume. He looked around, subconsciously searching for a way out, a way to get out for here. But he couldn't run. That would only make it worse. He slowly walked over to the clothes, took the skirt, and immediately felt his cheeks heat up again. He gasped and almost dropped it again.
"Is there a problem, Kaoru?" the voice that enjoyed this all too much sounded from the other side of the door.
"… I hate you," Kaoru whispered through his teeth.
"What did you say?" the devilish tone sounded a little through.
"N-Nothing… It's just…" Kaoru shook his head, knowing Kyouya wouldn't see. "It's nothing."
Kaoru looked at the clothes a little longer. He took a deep breath and then started putting the clothes on. Long, white sleeves, reaching his elbow slid over his arms, a longer then expected skirt covered his hips. He put on the rest of the costume and put the rest of the accessories on.
"Really, how come you have a costume like that anyway?!" Kaoru sighed.
"That's a long story. But the conclusion is that it's all Tamaki's fault," the answer came.
He picked up the cat ears, looking at them for a few seconds. He grinned a little, asking himself when Kyouya actually listened to Honey.
"Are your really going to make me wear those cat ears, while I walk through whole the house?" Kaoru laughed a little. "That would be embarrassing for you too."
"Don't worry, I've taken care of that."
Kaoru shivered a little, somehow getting the feeling this was going to end up even more embarrassing for him.
"I just told everyone you have this weird little obsession for cats and therefore you always wear those cat ears," Kyouya said.
"And they actually buy that?!"
"Why not?"
Well, I guess no one expects Kyouya to lie about such a thing… Damn.
"Pervert," Kaoru whispered again, putting on the cat ears, and desperately controlling the heat that made its way to his cheeks again.
He turned around and opened the door. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Kyouya looked at him, his eyes sliding over his whole body and Kaoru fought the urge to hide. Kyouya looked at his long legs, in the transparent, black socks. His eyes rested on the short skirt, reaching a little above his knees. His arms were put in elbow length white gloves. A white apron, short as well, was tied over the black clothes. Kyouya tried not to stare, so he coughed a little and looked away, a little uncomfortable with the situation. He must be sick and really perverted, but somehow this just… suited Kaoru. He looked back at the two little cat ears, making it all look even cuter, more wrong and just… just…
Suddenly Kyouya thought this wasn't so much fun anymore as he thought it'd be.
Kaoru was a master in seeing through people. He trained himself in it, subconsciously. He could communicate with his brother without gestures, without words, without sounds, all because he knew what every little twitch in his body meant. Of course, Kyouya was another case, but still, Kaoru could tell by the slight change in his attitude, that he was uncomfortable and immediately he found how he could make Kyouya's life a living hell for a week.
Time for payback.
"This is horrible," Kaoru said, while his hand careless slid over his side, as to gesture at the clothes.
"What is?" Kyouya answered, trying to act as normal as possible.
"This," Kaoru gestured at his skirt. "It's just awful."
"Well…" Kyouya started, ready to give an answer, but Kaoru interrupted him.
"Or this has to be longer, or this has to be a lot shorter," he said unflinching, holding back his smile, "and since you're a pervert, I'll have to make it shorter. Really, what were you thinking?"
Priceless.
Kyouya blinked a few times. What was he doing? What was Kaoru thinking? The thought of the skirt being even shorter made his stomach feel weird. He looked away, pretending to not even react on that. Kaoru smiled at his back, satisfied by his little victory. Whether the skirt was long or not, it was already embarrassing beyond words and Kyouya's look, even when it was just a mere second, was surely worth it.
"Come, there's someone I want you to meet," Kyouya said, not even looking back over his shoulder.
"Okay," Kaoru said as he followed.
"Since it will be troublesome if you always come to me with your questions, I'm going to introduce you to Manako, she'll take care of you this week. If you have any questions, please go to her," Kyouya said as he stood still some time later.
Kaoru looked past him and saw a girl, with light brown hair, neatly tied in a ponytail, so it won't come in her face. She was dusting a vase, her slender arms moving rhythmic. Even when he couldn't see her face, Kaoru could tell she was cute. Her clothes were a lot longer then his and immediately he felt embarrassed again.
"Manako?" Kyouya said.
"Yes?" the girl answered as she turned around.
Big, green eyes looked at Kaoru's amber ones and he managed to smile a little. Her eyes went up to his cat ears, and an understanding look came in her green eyes as she looked at Kyouya. He just slightly nodded. Kaoru felt like a freak, but kept on smiling.
I'm really going to make him pay for this.
"Kaoru, this is Manako," Kyouya said, gesturing at the girl, then gesturing back at Kaoru, "Manako, this is Kaoru. Please get along well. Manako will take care of you, Kaoru."
"Nice to meet you," Kaoru said friendly.
"Same!" she laughed.
"Well, then, I'll let you two girls be," and he couldn't help but give Kaoru a discreet, yet obvious for him look.
I'm going to torture him.
Then he walked away and Kaoru looked back at the girl called Manako. She smiled at him, handing over the feather-duster. Kaoru took it, looking a little helpless. Manako laughed happily, saying: "You're not used to this, are you?"
"Not really… I mean… this is the first time I have to do such things," Kaoru said, his hand going up to stroke over the soft cat ears.
"Okay, here, I'll explain some things, so listen carefully," she started.
Kaoru nodded, watching all her moves and listening to every word. There were billions of things you had to take notice of, billions of rules, things you could do and things you couldn't do. Manako kept on telling; quickly introducing him to every single person they passed. Kaoru just followed her and tried to remember as many things as possible. Pushing up the cat ears as they were unwilling to stay put, he sighed and swore himself to never take the maids and servants in his house so lightly anymore. How was he going to remember all those things she was telling him? And the looks everyone gave him when he walked past them was just embarrassing, humiliating, and really, not even funny. This was all too much and Kaoru missed Hikaru.
But he found something to make Kyouya pay for this. Well, maybe, just maybe this week could be a little fun. Even without Hikaru. Even with those embarrassing clothes.
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Kyouya walked to his room, his stomach still feeling weird, his heart racing a little faster and his cheeks glowing. What was happening to him? He quickly walked through the halls, to his room, almost smashing the door shut behind him. He fell on his bed, hiding his head in his pillow. His heart slowed down again, but all he could think of how cute Kaoru looked in that outfit. He moaned silently in pain, so silent no one in the whole world could hear. He grabbed his pillow tighter, almost suffocating. Why, why did Kaoru look so damn cute in that?! What was wrong with him? To like something like that, that was just completely perverted and wrong. And why just Kaoru. Those Hitachiin twins were nothing but trouble, always pulling pranks on everyone, always so full of themselves, always so confident in their own skills. Of course they were both handsome, otherwise Tamaki wouldn't have invited them to join the Host Club, but it wasn't like Kaoru was that special. It wasn't like he thought Kaoru was cute. He turned over, staring at the ceiling.
What was happening to him?
Why was all he could think about those long, pale legs in those stockings and the way he stood there so daringly in the doorway? He even said he'd make to skirt even shorter! Kyouya originally planned on getting subtle revenge for what those twins had done, for every single prank they ever pulled that made him get into trouble, even if they didn't meant for that to happen. Then why was seeing Kaoru like that making his stomach turn in impossible, weird ways? He felt hot and nauseous. If he thought about it any longer, he was going to go insane. He got up.
Work. Work always calmed his mind. He just had to find some work and everything would be fine. It was the reason he always kept on finding work, something to calculate, something to do. If you miscalculate, you did it again, until it worked. There was only one solution, and one solution only for every problem. Kyouya walked to his laptop, grabbing his notebook. Checking things on the site of the Host Club and doing all the other things he could possibly imagine, he was constantly interrupted by the thought of Kaoru's perfect hips in that skirt. Annoyed beyond compare, he stood up, closing his eyes, only to get as result to see Kaoru standing there again, back pressed against the door frame, hands over his chest, the adorable cat ears in his hair.
What was happening to him?!
He couldn't name it, never felt like that before. Kyouya didn't like it. Hated it, rather. There was absolutely no reason to think that much about Kaoru. There was absolutely no reason for his heart to speed up, for his cheeks to glow, for his stomach to turn in these impossible ways again. What was so special about Kaoru anyway? Kaoru was nothing, just a toy, just someone to take profit off. Kaoru was nothing. Absolutely nothing special. He wasn't different from all these people, wasn't different from anyone. He was just a childish, irritating, troublesome boy. Kyouya didn't like it when there were things he didn't know. Kyouya didn't like to be in the dark, looking around but not seeing anything. He didn't like this feeling, he didn't like the way something was changing, but he didn't know what.
He walked to the door. A walk would calm his mind again. That was probably better then sitting here and slowly going insane. He walked down the stairs and heard a familiar laugh. His sister was talking to someone and she seemed to enjoy it. He stood still, trying to identify the voice that came next. He stiffened a little when he heard it was his older brother, Akito, who was laughing as well. What were they doing? A little curious, he walked over to the room where the laughter came from.
"… So that's basically how I ended up here," a familiar voice said.
Kaoru. That was Kaoru. Why was he…? Kyouya peeked inside, seeing Kaoru in his clothes, which made his stomach turn again in a funny manner. He was apparently just sitting there, talking to his brother and sister, completely welcomed and at easy. A weird sting struck across his chest.
Why?
Why were his brother and sister so friendly to Kaoru, when they only met him one day and were they always so silent around him? It looked so cosy in there, like Kaoru was already part of the family. He was just a servant, just a boy, just someone in this big, big world. Kyouya clenched his fist, when the feeling got worse as he heard his brother telling an anecdote of what happened in the medical school he was in.
Why?
Why was Kaoru just sitting there and was everyone so friendly to him? Why was it like this? He had only been there one day, only several hours and his brother was already telling him things he never heard of. Why weren't they telling him to just do his job? Why was he sitting there and talking laughing, like he was their friend? It was nothing to envy him for, and Kyouya didn't know why it felt so weird, why it hurt. Kaoru looked over his shoulder and Kyouya quickly hid behind the door.
Why?
"Kyouya-sama?" he heard him saying politely.
Knowing he was caught and pretending not to be there would be even worse then walking in, he smiled his fake, polite smile and opened the door, not coming in.
"I was just walking by," he smiled, looking at Kaoru, adding: "looks cosy in here."
Kaoru nodded happily.
"I was telling them how I ended up here," he smiled.
"I see," Kyouya's voice kept being polite, but Kaoru heard the hidden message as he added: "don't you have some work to do, Kaoru?"
"Oh! Yeah! I'm sorry," Kaoru gave a quick, polite bow and rushed out of the room.
"She's a nice girl, isn't she?" Fuyumi smiled as Kaoru closed the door.
"I guess she is," Kyouya said uninterested.
Why?
Why was Kaoru so easily accepted, when he was not? Now that he thought about it, that was always the case. Even when Hikaru and Kaoru were always by themselves, it wasn't like people didn't try. Always, everyone seemed to forgive the way they were arrogant, so stuck in their narrow world. People always let them in, always accepted them, even when they didn't see it. Everywhere they came, they were accepted. Why? Why was life so easy for him? They didn't know him. Kyouya just turned around, stating he was going to take a walk and had the hardest time controlling his steps. He flung open the door and walked outside, the day still light and warm.
Why?
Why didn't see anyone how hard he tried? Why wasn't he ever good enough? Why was Kaoru so easily accepted?! Kyouya's steps became quicker, until he was almost running. He stood so abruptly still he almost fell over his own feet.
Why was he getting so stressed about it?
There was no reason to feel like this, no reason to be jealous on the boy. He didn't care. He didn't care if Kaoru could socialize with people so easily, he didn't care. Why would he care? It had nothing to do with him. There was no reason to get so worked up because of it. He sighed, taking a deep breath. His heartbeat sunk back to normal, as he slowly looked around to find out where he was. A big drop of salty rain fell on his shoulder. He looked up, dark clouds covering the sky. In his rush he forgot his jacket.
Why?
Why did he loose his cool so easily? This wasn't anything like him. This wasn't something he'd do, but he did it. He looked around as the rain fell faster and heavier. It wasn't long before he was soaking, but he stood there, bewildered wondering what made him act in such a way.
This was such a mess.
Why?
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Kaoru watched Kyouya rushing out the door. He felt a weird kind of worried. Did he make him angry? Did he do something wrong? Kaoru sighed, feeling guilty. Maybe he shouldn't get involved with Kyouya's family. Maybe it was better just to do what he was supposed to do. But they were just so friendly and he ended up talking with them. There was nothing wrong with that, right? People could be so weird sometimes, and Kaoru didn't like it that there was so much he still didn't get. If he wanted to be independent one day, he had to come to understand other people too. He had to make sure he wouldn't make people so easily upset anymore.
He looked at the forgotten jacket and umbrella. Immediately his eyes flew up to the dark sky, the clouds making him worried.
"A good maid is a maid who sees what her master wants, without asking. A good maid is more a friend then a servant. That's what I believe."
That's what Manako said to him earlier. Kaoru rushed to the umbrella, snatched it with him and ran outside. The rain already started falling, faster and faster, until it was pouring down. He didn't take the trouble to click the umbrella open, instead his eyes searched for Kyouya, somewhere outside. The thunder struck and he almost jumped up. Summer weather could change quickly he always learned and he hoped he'd find Kyouya's soon. This was his fault, somehow, he knew. His feet made splashing sounds, his clothes soaking, hair pressed against his face. He saw a tall figure, leaning against a tree.
"Kyouya-sama!" He screamed.
I think…
The boy turned around, his eyes widening a little. Kaoru ran a little further, until he was standing before him. Kyouya stared at him, his dark hair pressed against his face, his clothes stuck to his body, drops on his glasses. Kaoru just stared back, smiling through the rain. Why? Why did Kaoru run after him? Why did he care? Kyouya felt the feeling returning, going through whole his body. Kaoru was soaked, trying to catch his breath. Why did he come after him?
Kyouya-senpai must be lonely.
"You forgot your umbrella," Kaoru smiled, clicking it open, holding it above his head, stepping a little closer, so he wouldn't get wet as well.
Kyouya didn't know what the answer or what to do, when the closeness of their bodies made his mind go blank, made everything disappear expect that feeling, that burning, boiling, warm feeling. Kaoru's hair smelled like wet strawberries and he felt so warm.
I think he must've been lonely for a long time.
"Kyouya, I'm sorry," Kaoru smiled, looking up.
"Sorry for what?" Kyouya asked.
"You seemed upset," Kaoru smiled again, "and I thought it was because of me, so in that case I had to apologize, because I never meant to upset you. Am I wrong?"
"No completely," Kyouya answered back, looking away slightly. "I wasn't upset. It has nothing to do with you. I'm fine."
"You're not," Kaoru smiled. "People who are fine don't rush outside in the pouring rain."
So, Kyouya… I'm really sorry.
"It wasn't raining when I went outside," Kyouya answered.
Why? How could Kaoru see through him like that? Why did he know what no one else noticed? Why did he come back for him? Why did he care?
Why did Kaoru care so much about people, so honestly and purely?
"Yeah, I guess that's true. But still… I'm sorry. I won't do it again," Kaoru said, brushing a soaked strand of hair out of his face.
Kyouya laughed a little.
"What a mess," he said, "and you've only been here for one day."
"I know," Kaoru smiled again and Kyouya's heart skipped a few important beats. "But that's just who I am. Somehow, I always cause a lot of trouble."
I'm really sorry for doing things you think you cannot do.
Kyouya looked at the younger boy, whishing he could say something, voice something, but he needed all his strength to keep himself from kissing those sweet looking lips, for staring in those cat like eyes. There was nothing else he could do.
"But, you know, you have to forgive me for that, because," the rain softly poured on their umbrella and Kaoru stepped a little closer, "all my life, I've always been around Hikaru as only one. I've never known anything else then his actions and thoughts. So it's not a miracle that I don't understand other people so well, is it? So you can't blame me. I'm really trying."
I'm really trying to be a good friend.
Kyouya looked away, watching the rain pour down. Why was it like this? Why was he feeling like this? Why was Kaoru so different then he thought he'd be? Why couldn't he say anything, anything at all? Why was that? Why was this happening?
Why was this happening to him?
And I swear, someday I will be.
"Shall we go? You'll catch a cold if you stay here," Kaoru said.
"Kaoru," Kyouya asked and stopped Kaoru in his attempt to walk further.
"Yes?" he said as he turned back.
A second ago, Kyouya still knew what he wanted to say, but when Kaoru turned around and his eyes sparkled happy, he just forgot. All the words drained from his mind and his voice failed him. He still didn't know why he was feeling this.
"Never mind," he managed to say.
"Okay then," Kaoru smiled again.
Kyouya followed closely, Kaoru quickly changing the subject, talking about something happy again. The thunder struck and lightening split heaven in two, but they weren't scared. Kaoru smiled and said something about poor Haruhi, who'd be scared and hiding in her house or wherever she was right now. Kyouya smiled a little in himself. Why was it that Kaoru always thought of other people first? Why was it, that Kaoru always put himself in second place? It wasn't like he could help Haruhi now; it wasn't like she would feel better when someone thought of her. It was no use to think of her, but still Kaoru did. It was no use to run after him, when he wasn't that far away anyway. They reached his house again quick. Kaoru closed the door behind him and smiled. Kyouya looked back and again his heart skipped a few beats.
What a mess, and Kaoru had only been there for one day. This wouldn't end as Kyouya thought it would. This wasn't in his calculations. But it wasn't that bad, to be surprised in such a manner.
Because after all, if it was Kaoru, then he guessed it was okay.
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Once again big drops of water fell on Kyouya's skin, but this time it was from the shower. Kaoru stated he'd be okay if he could just change his clothes, so Kyouya went ahead and was now taking a shower. He closed his eyes, the warm water dripping of his body. Immediately he saw Kaoru standing there again, how he bended over, the skirt sticking to his body, only accentuating his body features, to place the umbrella back. Kyouya's eyes shot open. No, no, no! He shook his head, tried to think of something else. What was he doing? What was he thinking? But all he could see, whether he closed his eyes or not, was how Kaoru's pretty orange hair pressed against his face, his hands sliding over his legs to take off the stocking. Oh, how he wished that were his hands, sliding over the younger boy's body, exploring every single inch of skin there was to see, to feel. How he wished he could pull off those stocking, remove the other articles of clothing too.
He slapped himself mentally. No, what was he doing?! Why were all his thoughts going into that direction? Kaoru was a boy, for heaven's sake, a troublesome boy with that. Then why did he feel like kissing those soft, pink lips over and over again, making Kaoru moan his name, make him scream for more. Why did he want to feel his body pressed against his so badly it made his mind go blank? He shivered a little. Why was he thinking such things? Why were all his thoughts so completely inappropriate?!
This never happened before and Kyouya didn't like it. He was supposed to know everything, to be able to label everything. Then why couldn't he name this?
The door opened and someone stepped inside. He heard some rummaging, which told him his clothes were changed and new ones were placed instead. He just ignored it, looking through the curtain, only catching a mere shadow of a girl, or so he thought. Without a further word she turned around and walked away, closing the door behind her.
Kyouya was left alone again, left to wonder what he was feeling and why it was that it had something to do with that younger Hitachiin twin. If this was going to continue, he had no idea how to stay cool and reserved around him anymore. He also had to make sure that the younger boy never noticed anything. That would be the end of the world. Literally. Then Kaoru would do everything in his might to make Kyouya look like he was in complete despair and he'd make his stomach toss and turn and he'd make his face heat up and he'd do completely inappropriate things.
And Kyouya would react.
Oh, yes, for sure, Kyouya would react on his mischievous hints. And that would be even worse. That would be completely disastrous. Kyouya sighed in pain, closing his eyes. No, he had to remain the cool, silent person he always was and he had to keep the strings in his hands. He wouldn't let that lively boy be the cause of his downfall. Everything was fine as it was right now. Kyouya didn't need any unexplainable feelings, didn't need those emotions he could not name. Everything was perfectly fine. He didn't need anyone. He could conquer the world on his own, completely alone. He was alone but he was not lonely. He would not make that Hitachiin twin make him think different. He would not let him change anything.
Kaoru didn't understand how complicated this world was. Kaoru didn't understand how complicated Kyouya's life was. Kaoru didn't understand anything about Kyouya and he had no right to act like he did, to act like he cared, to act like he knew, to act…
What if it was not an act?
Kyouya froze.
No.
It was an act.
Without doubt. Kaoru just wanted to see him in pain, just wanted him to embarrassed and uncomfortable. Kaoru was a great actor, he could make everyone believe every single story he told. He couldn't forget that. He shouldn't forget that. He shouldn't get his hopes up and believe someone noticed him, someone thought he was good enough. Kaoru wasn't like that. Kaoru was not worth of being like that. Kaoru wouldn't be like that.
Kaoru would never understand him. Kaoru was too different. Kaoru had Hikaru and he was never alone, he was always with another person. In his mind, he already ruled the world, that world consisting of him and Hikaru. He didn't need anyone else. Kaoru wasn't lonely. Kaoru would never be lonely. Kaoru didn't have to try to be perfect so badly, he was good enough. No, Kaoru just could not understand him.
Did Kaoru ever cry late in the night, his face hidden in his pillow so no one could hear? Was Kaoru trapped in a cage just because of his birth? Did people always look down upon him, because he was just not born on time? Did he have to be perfect? Did his father ever refuse to look at him? Did his father ever hit him in face when everyone was watching? Did he ever kill himself, because emotions hurt too much? Did he ever lie to himself? Did he ever scream in his head, while outside he was only smiling? Did he ever want to run away from all that this world was?
No.
Because Kaoru wasn't like him.
And therefore Kaoru couldn't understand him. Kyouya wouldn't believe it. Kyouya wouldn't believe that feeling in his chest was love. Kyouya wouldn't believe he fell in love that easily.
No, he would not believe in fairy tales, only to see how his happy ending was crushed. He would not believe in people, only to be betrayed in the end. He wouldn't fall in love.
And certainly not with that Hitachiin twin.
He wouldn't allow himself to do that. He certainly wouldn't allow himself to look once more at the orange haired boy with the thoughts that were running through his head now. No. Never.
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"Hikaru?"
"KAORU! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
"Yeah, I missed you too."
"Didn't sound convincing."
"Doesn't matter. I miss you, really. But this is all your fault, so don't expect me to-"
"You're still mad at me?"
"No."
"Great."
"Look, I've found something great to do."
"Hm?"
"Ever thought about getting revenge on Kyouya for this?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that all day, but I couldn't find anything. You have something?"
"Yup!"
"Tell me!"
"Wait…"
"Hm?"
"Okay, he's taking a shower now, so I can talk freely. Oh, but Hikaru…"
"What is it?"
"Don't get mad?"
"Won't."
"And don't be jealous either, 'kay?"
"No, no! Just tell me already!"
"Okay. Well, Kyouya's looks are really priceless when I do something… seductive."
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!!! YOU HAVE BEEN SEDUCING KYOUYA WHILE I WAS GONE!"
"…"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
"…"
"WAAAAAAAH…. Oh… uh... sorry…"
"Great. Look, I was thinking, what if I pretend do be in love with Kyouya and keep doing those 'seductive' things. And I could steal his notebook while he is asleep and use it as blackmail material."
"Kaoru?"
"Hm?"
"It's just a game, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Why do you want to pretend to be in love with Kyouya?"
"It's just a game, Hikaru."
"Sure?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I have to g-"
"Will you keep loving me?"
"Hikaru, don't be weird."
"I'm serious. Will you love me even after this week?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't love Kyouya. Don't fall in love with him."
"Eh… H-Hikaru! I… I…"
"Kaoru. Please?"
"Sure, sure. Like that was going to happen. You're weird."
"Of course. I miss you."
"I miss you too."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"But really…"
"Don't complain. It will be so much fun!"
"Okay."
"Bye, Hikaru."
"… Bye Kaoru."
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Kaoru had trouble sleeping. Kaoru had always trouble sleeping, but there had always been Hikaru to make him sleep.
Hikaru wasn't there, at this moment.
So Kaoru couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought about Hikaru's words. Really, what was he thinking? It wasn't like Kaoru loved Kyouya. It wasn't like this was more then just a game. Kaoru snickered. Who'd ever fall in love with a person like Kyouya? He sighed, searching for another torturing idea in his head. The rain still poured down and he thought back of standing close under the umbrella. For a mere second, not more then just a flash, Kyouya had looked so lonely out there, so vulnerable.
So human.
Kaoru turned over. What was he thinking? Kyouya wouldn't get all emotional just because he ran after him with a stupid umbrella in the pouring rain. Why did he run away? Kaoru still felt a little guilty. They hadn't spoken much after they came back. It was almost like Kyouya became even more closed then usual. There had always been that wall, but Kaoru was so used to it that he never noticed it anymore. What right did he have to break down someone else's wall, when he wanted his to be hold up so high?
He flung open his cell phone, the screen too bright for his eyes. He checked the time and sighed when he found out that it was already a quarter past midnight. He laid his cell phone away again and stood up. He sighed. He wanted to go home, but Kyouya said there were enough rooms and he could stay there.
Forced to wear girl's clothes at night too, luckily he was so smart to think of something, he pulled at the pink clothing. He wore a shirt without sleeves, in a light pink colour, little cherries drawn all over it. The shorts he wore were incredibly short, but that was just good for his revenge plan on Kyouya. There were also cherry drawings, and a cute, little, darker pink ribbon was tied in a bow. It barely covered his bottom, but he just smirked at that, imagining Kyouya's face. The shirt left a little bit of his skin uncovered.
It was just addicting, to get a reaction of that reserved, self-controlled boy and make him shift uneasy. It was just an addicting and interesting game. Nothing more.
He got up, walking to the door.
Through empty halls and watched by lonely windows he walked to the room he came to know was Kyouya's. Hesitating, only a little, a slender arm raised; fingers ready to knock, but the sound of knocking kept out. He lowered his hand, after checking if there was anyone around. His hand pushed the door handle down and he stepped inside. It was dark in the room, but the light of a computer screen was shining with a light blue light. Kaoru stood still, never so quiet.
Kyouya wasn't sleeping.
Well, not in his bed at least. Kaoru watched the dark haired boy, his forehead resting on the softly buzzing laptop. Books and papers laid neatly ordered next to him, his hand on the dark notebook. He already wore his night clothes and an empty cup of coffee stood next to him. The glasses lay neatly next to that empty cup.
And he looked so completely desperate and lonely for some reason, Kaoru almost felt sad for even entering.
Silently, carefully not to wake him, Kaoru sneaked closer, not making any sound. His hand reached out for Kyouya's shoulder, stopped, hesitated and then touched the fabric of his clothes. Not receiving a reaction, Kaoru leaned closer, his lips close to Kyouya's ear as he whispered: "Kyouya?"
A soft whimper left the older boy's lips and Kaoru almost jumped up.
"Kyouya?" he asked again, leaning forward again. "Wake up."
His lips were almost brushing against Kyouya's skin, and Kaoru felt something rising up from the lower side of his belly, up and up, until his whole body tingled and glowed. Softly, his hand reached for the other boy's hair, stroking the hair ever so slightly. Kaoru's voice sounded like he never heard it before, when he whispered his 'master's' name again.
"Kyouya…"
"Hm?" the answer sounded.
Slowly, Kyouya moved a little and Kaoru's hand slid of his head, as he took a step backward. He watched how the boy stretched his arms, yawned a little and then looked over his shoulder. Kaoru couldn't suppress a bright smile when Kyouya stared at him for a few moments, before regaining his normal self-control again.
"Kaoru?"
"Hmmmm?" Kaoru said happily, leaning forward, lifting his one foot in the air and smiling brightly.
"What are you doing here?" Kyouya asked, his eyes still full of sleep and his voice low and drowsy.
Kaoru laughed a bit, walking to his senpai, until he stood behind him, lowering his face, so that his lips were almost, almost touching his skin as he whispered: "You honestly do not want to know the answer on that."
Kyouya stiffened. The younger boy's warm breath played over his skin and made the burning feeling come back. He wanted to turn around, slam that slender body of his against the wall and… and… His eyes widened a little. He promised himself he wouldn't think like that anymore. As he tried to get rid of the disturbing thoughts about the Hitachiin twin, the said boy smirked, unseen by the troubled senpai, and lifted his head up a little, so the back of his head was pressed against his stomach. He leaned forward, as if he was going to kiss him. Closer and closer those beautiful, red lips came and Kyouya forgot to think, forgot his promise, forgot to remember, forgot he was Kyouya and he had to live up his reputation.
His heart beat too fast and his cheeks were glowing. Everything in his body became warm and boiled, shivered under his touch. Kyouya wanted more, but knew he couldn't. He closed his eyes.
Kaoru smiled in accomplishment. He was so full of himself, that he forgot that he liked this more the he should've. But this was just a game. Games are always fun to start with. They always make you feel excited and warm. Always. This was no different.
"You look tired," he said, like nothing happened, and he stroke some strands of hair out of his master's face.
"I'm okay," Kyouya managed to speak, surprising himself with the calmness of his own voice.
"Really? It's already past midnight. Shouldn't you sleep?" Kaoru fingers playfully danced over Kyouya's shoulders, as he looked down in the dark eyes without glasses.
Kyouya looked up, smiling a little.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Oh… yeah… well…" Kaoru looked away, blushed a little.
Kaoru was a great actor. He could make everyone believe he was in love with his twin. He could make everyone believe he was just a vulnerable, fragile, cute boy and nothing more. He could wrap people around his finger in less then a day. Yes, Kaoru was great actor and this was another one of his great acts. Even Kyouya couldn't see through it.
"What?" Kyouya tried to control his voice and his body, that was begging to do something more with that boy standing there and blushing.
"I'm…" merely a whisper, "scared too sleep alone."
Kyouya blinked.
"So… I uh… I actually wanted to sneak in your bed and sleep with you… But… since you're awake…" and the blushing continued, as Kaoru brought a hand to his lips.
Kyouya felt his cheeks glowing and he shifted uncomfortable, even more aware of the subtle touches of Kaoru. Kaoru just kept blushing, from the corner of his eyes inspecting the older boy.
"B-But I can't ask that of you, right?" Kaoru's other hand let go of his shoulder too, but Kyouya grasped it.
A smile played upon his face as he said: "stay if you want to. As long as no one knows, I guess it's okay."
And Kyouya was seriously starting to lose it. How could he say something like that? What kind of stupid person was he, to let Kaoru sleep with him? Was he crazy? But he said it and he couldn't crawl back anymore. He couldn't let Kaoru see his uneasiness; because he was sure he'd use it against him and make him suffer even more. Not because he hated Kyouya or something, but just, because that seemed like a fun game to him.
Those Hitachiin twins had the habit of forgetting about other people's feelings, if they already took in consideration other people had feelings. They were too focused on what was fun for them, they didn't think about what others might think about it. Their games could be cruel, sometimes.
Kyouya wouldn't be the victim of one of their devilish games, so he'd control himself. He straightened his shoulders, and said: "I was however planning on working a little longer."
Kaoru had walked to the bed in the meantime, where he sat down. He smiled, leaning back, moving his leg a little, showing the skin of the inside of his leg. Kyouya swallowed, looking away at his suggestive position, head held up slightly, hands behind him, one leg on the side of the bed, practically completely naked, the other resting on the ground, a faint blush on his face.
"Don't worry," Kaoru whispered, shifting a little. "I'll wait for you."
Kyouya stood up nervously, trying to look at something else then the boy who sat there on his bed, when everything about him was just screaming, begging, demanding to push him against that bed, to explore that body of his, to make him moan. Kyouya couldn't help but look back each time again. He sighed.
"Kaoru?"
"Yes, Kyouya?" the soft voice came, making him twitch even more.
"Could you get me another cup of coffee?" it wasn't like he wanted to drink anymore, but the less he saw Kaoru sitting there like that, the less his thoughts would make him want to lose control.
If there is a problem, get rid of its source.
"Sure," Kaoru jumped up, winking. "I'd do everything for you, Kyouya-sama."
Kaoru walked to him and Kyouya's eyes flew to the graceful movements of Kaoru's hips, moving in a solid, elegant rhythm. The tiny shorts rose a little with every step, revealing even more skin. Kaoru looked over his shoulder, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. But that was the game, so he didn't say anything. He just smiled, acted like he didn't notice anything. He leaned over; bending in such a way Kyouya could have a full look on his bottom, if he only watched. Eyes widened a bit and Kyouya looked away again. Kaoru lifted up the empty cup and walked away then, feeling the other's eyes burning in his back. He swallowed a little, something funny dancing in his head. Kaoru loved this game. He closed the door behind him and closed his eyes. Resting his head on the door for a few seconds, he took a deep breath, until the tingling, happy, warm feeling subsided and he could think straight again.
He opened his eyes once again and walked down the stairs. Once he reached the large kitchen, he quickly put up some water and washed the cup. While he was drying it again, he suddenly thought of Hikaru's words again.
'Don't fall in love with him.'
Silly, silly Hikaru. Kaoru was smarter then that. Kaoru wasn't that stupid. He watched the water slowly boil, his chin resting on the palm of his hands, his elbows resting on the sink. It wasn't like he loved Kyouya. Who wouldn't want to take up the challenge to make someone like him stare and blush?
Kaoru smirked. It just gave him a rush inside to be the one who could provoke him that much. It wasn't from anything else that he felt this way. He wasn't in love. He'd never love anyone else then his twin. That was just an unwritten rule. A rule he wouldn't break. He just wanted revenge. He didn't need to be the only one humiliated and embarrassed. No, now he was here anyway, he could just as well make Kyouya's life a little less beautiful. Kaoru didn't even like him.
Luckily he made some more coffee already today, so he didn't have to think too much about if he was doing it right, which he had to ask by almost everything he had done today. He had the cup ready easily. He tried to remember what Manako said about Kyouya and coffee. Oh, he remembered again. No sugar. That figures. Kyouya wasn't the type to like sweet things.
Carefully, so he wouldn't spill anything, he walked back upstairs. Grinning from ear to ear and thinking how he should provoke Kyouya next, he pushed the door open and walked in, happily, full of energy, even when he was tired.
"Here is your coffee," Kaoru smiled, placing the cup next to him.
Kyouya looked up, nodding and taking a small sip of the coffee. He placed the cup back as Kaoru let himself fall on the bed.
"You're getting used to this quite easy," Kyouya stated.
Kaoru pushed himself up on his elbows, laying his chin on his chest and stared at him.
"Hm?" he asked.
"I thought you'd complain a lot more about being a servant and running on my every command," Kyouya said, while he typed further.
"Oh, well, it's fun," Kaoru smiled again, "it's not something I want to do for my whole life, but for a week I guess it is okay."
Kyouya took another sip of his coffee.
Kaoru yawned, his head falling down on the bed again. He stretched his arms, feeling Kyouya's eyes on his body and he wanted to grin, but he could keep himself from doing that. He lifted up his leg, slowly, provokingly slowly, and placed it on the edge of the bed. He looked over to Kyouya, who had averted his eyes and was staring at the screen of his laptop intently. Kaoru felt the rush of victory again and smiled a little.
"What are you working on?" he asked, his hand running through his hair.
"Something," Kyouya answered without looking at him. "Why are you interested?"
"I just wondered what kind of work they gave you," Kaoru knew he shouldn't add it, but did nonetheless: "or do you don't get any work anymore?"
Kyouya's eyes narrowed slightly, almost not noticeable. He didn't answer but just continued typing. Kaoru laughed a little.
"Sorry," he apologized. "Didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," Kyouya simply stated, as he continued working.
"No, of course not, because you're Kyouya and Kyouya cannot be hurt by anything, right?" Kaoru replied sarcastically.
An answer didn't come. Kaoru looked at him again, a faint smile on his lips as he stated confident: "that's a bunch of crap. No, honestly, I don't believe it."
"Then you don't," Kyouya answered back, not sure what Kaoru was trying to achieve.
"Don't you get sad about that?" Kaoru asked again, his eyes darting to the ceiling.
"Sad of what?" Kyouya asked, not even sure if he wanted to know or not.
"That people always think you can do everything, you're never hurt and you can conquer the world. Geez, I'd get so sick and tired of it," he laughed a little, "But I don't have to worry about that, because people don't even think of me."
"And that makes you sad," Kyouya replied back, his eyes still focused on the screen.
"Not really, I'm used to it," Kaoru smiled. "What about you?"
"The same, I guess," Kyouya said. "And I don't see the bad in people thinking better of you then you are. That can always come in handy. Reputation is everything, what you can do and what you cannot do matters a whole lot less."
"Hm? Yeah, that's true," Kaoru started drawing in the air with his hands, "but what if you fail then? Then all people will look at you, because they expect you to do everything right. And they'll never praise you, because you're supposed to be perfect. So no matter how hard you try, no one will ever look at you. I think that's sad, somehow."
"I wouldn't know," Kyouya answered back, a faint smile playing upon his lips.
"What?" Kaoru asked, looking at him again. "Why are you smiling?"
"Nothing," the answer came. "I just didn't expect you to have such opinions about things."
"That's because you don't expect anything of me," Kaoru pushed himself up slightly and stared in front of him as he added, his voice softer then before: "you only expect me and Hikaru to do things."
"I'm afraid that's true," he leaned back in his chair and looked at the suddenly vulnerable boy: "but you're not giving people a change to think about you either. You only give them a change to think about you and Hikaru. So you cannot really blame them."
Kaoru smiled.
"That's true."
Kyouya typed further.
"But people will disappoint me if I let them form an opinion about me," Kaoru said, looking away, not even knowing why he was telling Kyouya that.
Kyouya stopped typing and looked at Kaoru for a moment, who was just laying on his bed now. Something tug at his heart, for a weird and completely unexplainable reason and Kyouya studied the boy, who suddenly looked a little lonely, further.
"Hikaru is the only one who'll never disappoint me. He cannot guess wrong at our game, he won't criticize my twisted manners, he will never laugh at the stupid things I say, he will never do anything to cause me harm," Kaoru looked away completely now, suddenly painfully aware of the lack of typing, "he's the only one who could ever love me."
"Maybe you should just give other people a chance?" Kyouya turned back to his laptop, shutting it down. "You can't know, because you've never tried."
"No, that's true," Kaoru looked at the ceiling again, "but when I hear stories like yours or Tamaki's, I'm not sure if I even want to try."
Kyouya sat next to him now, fixing his glasses. Kaoru looked at him and tried to put up a smile, even though that didn't work as well as he planned. Kyouya shrugged and looked away, not sure what to say or what to do. But the words seemed to come from themselves, from some place inside him he didn't know, when he heard himself saying: "But there are a lot of different people who are happy. So not all humans are bad. Even when it gets crazy sometimes, and I'm not sure if managing the Host Club is good for my health, it's nice to know all those people."
A smile followed as he looked back at Kaoru.
"Because I believe everyone at the Host Club is a nice part of a family. You could expand your world a little by little, right? Because I'm sure that…" eyes darting away, "I'm sure Hikaru isn't the only one who'd ever love you."
Kaoru pushed himself up, his heart beating faster then he could've imagined. Before he knew it, he leaned forward, his forehead touching Kyouya's shoulder for a few moments. Something felt weird, but not in a bad way. Kaoru learned not to trust words, but if it was Kyouya… if it was Kyouya who said something like that… then it just couldn't be a lie.
"Thank you," he smiled, laying back. "You're really a kind person."
He smiled brightly.
"You should show that side of you a lot more!"
Kyouya shook his head.
"Then it'd lose its meaning, no?"
Kaoru laughed.
"Probably. But still…"
Kyouya yawned a little, quickly hidden by a hand covering his mouth. Kaoru smiled, leaning forward as he placed himself on Kyouya's lap, causing the other to blink one confused time before he got himself under control again. Kaoru's lips were close to his as he continued coming closer. Kyouya just stared back, knowing this was all just to get a reaction, so he wouldn't give any. Kaoru gave him a devilish smile, as he said, innocently: "are we going to bed?"
Kaoru didn't even give him time to say something about the ambiguity of that question, as he took off his glasses and stared at his face intently. Kyouya felt a little uneasy, as the twin continued to stare at his face. A smile cracked on his face.
"You're weird without your glasses," Kaoru chuckled.
Kyouya shrugged as he replied: "that's only because you're not used to seeing me without."
"Is your eyesight really bad?" he asked.
"Don't you ever shut up?" Kyouya said, his patience slowly fading.
Kaoru looked taken aback for a second. He blinked and then laughed again.
"Can I take that as a 'yes'?" he asked again, enjoying the irritated look on Kyouya's face.
"No, you should take that as a 'seriously, go to sleep or I'll kick you out'," Kyouya answered, as he took his glasses out of Kaoru's hands and laid them on his night table.
Kaoru got of his lap and crawled in the bed, as he laid down, staring at the ceiling. Kyouya sighed, still not believing he actually agreed.
"You are going to make sure no one gets to know this and you will be gone when I wake up, got that?" he said, just to be sure.
He really, really didn't need anyone to know that he slept with a 'maid'. The thought of the other maids' gossip turned him nauseous. There was no need for misunderstandings. After all, he 'never saw her before'. 'She' just happened to be the sister of someone he knew and 'she' just happened to be the thing they'd play for. Which was very wrong too, but it wasn't Kyouya's idea at all. Kyouya laid down as well, closing his eyes.
"Sure!" Kaoru said happily.
Kyouya sighed.
"Goodnight," Kaoru said again.
"Goodnight," Kyouya answered.
After all, how was he supposed to know he wouldn't come even close to sleeping now that he shared a bed with the younger Hitachiin twin?
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Heeeeeeeeeeeey! Yay, new chapter! Well, I'll probably be working on One Last Love Story next, since I promised myself to first update this, then update One Last Love Story, then this story again and so on and on. So please be a little patient okay? I think it's pretty long too, so it's normal that it takes a while then! Okay, that said, about this chapter:
Yes, Kaoru is evil. XD And I know in the previous chapter he gets all clusmy and so, but now he is 'prepared' and he just wants to tease Kyouya, so he's better in control of himself. Oh, and his costume looks like this: http://i107. Or at least it will when Kaoru makes it as short as he said he'd make it. (And yes, it's from He Is My Master!) For his night clothes and the dress he showed up at Kyouya's house the first time, I'd really like to thank Bejeweld Lust! She drew sketches of the two clothes and she actually made them up. I only had to describe them. So I'm really thankful, because I seriously suck at fashion things, so I'd probably make Kaoru wear the ugliest clothes in whole history and since he has such a good fashion sense, that would be awful for him.
Here are the links for if you want to see them : This is the blue dress: http://i107. And this is the night clothes he's wearing: http://i107. really, really, really thank you! All the credits go to Bejeweld Lust!
And uhm, well yeah. About the thing that Kyouya heard them talking and such. For all I know that must really hurt, to see someone else just blend into your familly when you feel all left out. So I don't think it's OOC from Kyouya or anything, because I believe he's really lonely and then it just isn't fair when anyone else does all the things you seem to be unable too. And at least I didn't make him cry or anything XD Oh and yeah, even when I write about what he feels and such, that doesn't neccessarily mean that he shows it, so a lot of the things written down aren't noticeable on his face and such. Sooo... uhm well.
Ah, and I loved the telephone conversation, it's really fun to write that! And yes, there's going to one in each chapter. I mean, Kaoru would die if he can't even talk to his twin, so to reduce his pain a little. And it's kind of funny to only write a dialogue. Oh well, I hope you think the same about it.
So, yeah, uhm, I hope you enjoyed!
PLEASE REVIEEEEEEEEEW!!! I'm cute and I'm begging you? ... Okay scratch that being cute. I was really happy with how many reviews I got! Yay:D -big smile-
