Chapter two.
In this chapter, you... you learn a little more about what happened towards the end.
I'm sorry it's a really vague story...I myself still don't really know what happened...
Oh well, we all like Kaoru... Might as well keep reading :3
I own no Ouran... :(
It's been weeks, and no one has seen him. The last one who had, isn't saying much about his state. They claim: "It's too sad to say around Honey-senpai." But everyone knew that was just an excuse, what he really meant was: "It's too sad to even recall." This isn't the boy they know and love, this is a monster, created by pain and fueled by sorrow.
He lies there in his room, sometimes he sobs into a pillow, sometimes he's punching a wall. He's never able to put on most of his clothes; they always shared clothes. He no longer eats meals; they'd sit next to each other every meal. They did everything together, never for a moment were they apart from each other, and now since they are forever apart, there is simply nothing to do.
Today, he decides, he wants to try to clear his head. A walk will do it. It always had before. It's one of the one things he's ever done on his own.
"Why do you insist on staying out so late?" His mother would ask him when he stumbles home, the clock normally reads ten. "What are you even doing out? Does your curfew need to be reconsidered?" A smirk flashed across her face, she never gave him the serious punishment talk, like she'd give him.
"I'm just walking around the neighborhood," he sighed, obviously not wanting to play along with his mothers fun tone. "I'll try to come home earlier, sorry." Then he'd retreat up the stairs to their room, and sleep off his workout. It would leave her with a shocked expression on her face, which would melt into one with grief. Why was he so shy? Why didn't he act more like his brother? Their twins for goodness sakes! You'd think they'd act like it more often...
The cool breeze hit his face lightly, his eyes rolled back in his head as he took a deep breath. They still burned from earlier, when they were drained of their tear supply. And the cold breeze only made them sting. He lurched his body forward, urging himself to continue walking, though his body didn't want to comply, he set off down the long driveway, and down the sidewalk. No one ever really went out for walks where others may see them, they had thousand acred back yards for that, or giant mansions with gym equipment. Though there were no reasons for his actions, Kaoru found himself doing many things that he couldn't put a reason behind. He didn't care.
His feet dragged him round the block, then down another road he was all to familiar with, one that wounded around the rich neighborhood he was brought up in. He'd often take this path when he got to much to handle, when he would constantly talk and talk, when he would annoy the hell out of Kaoru and drove him out of the house.
Why can't he place what he'd seen? Why did this happen to him? What did he do that was so bad, that he was forever cursed with this looming depression and pain? He'd take it back if he could, the chance he passed up the day he was taken to the funeral home.
"There won't be an open casket," he was told. "Would you like to see him now?"
Why didn't he take that chance? Because he shook his head no, he'll forever have his face streaming with tears, and the sound of blood curdling screams lodge in his mind. The fear in his eyes, something he'd never seen in those eyes that were exactly like his. The pleads for his own life; "Please, please don't! I can't leave him on his own!" ... Was he talking about me?
"No, I... I don't want to see him in there...like that..."