When I said I was gonna take a break from all the Naruto-fandom, I probably was serious. Anyways. I love this chapter! It's like... absolutely cute, well, the pair. : A bit of angst for this one. I think. Or something. Anyways.

My first shot at the awesome pair: KaoruxKyouya!

-;-

"Different"

Kaoru and Hikaru were always labeled as one. They were twins. Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin. One like before, one today, and one forever. But that's not how the other half wants it. Kaoru Hitachiin doesn't one to be one, he wants them to be two, completely different persons.

He doesn't want to be labeled as, "You're just like Hikaru, Kaoru-kun.". No, he didn't want them to call and address him that. He loved Hikaru. Hikaru will always be his brother and they will always be twins, but he's had enough of it.

He's had enough of the "shared" personality. He doesn't want to be mistaken as Hikaru anymore. He wants to be different. Sure, Hikaru was different in a few ways, but they spent every single second, hour, minute, every single day together. Since they were kids. It's not going to be easy to distinguish himself from Hikaru… and Kaoru knows that well.

-;-

"You're nothing like your twin." A lad said, pushing his glasses up as he tucked his hand under the crook of his other arm, he shifted the notebook he held awhile ago and looked at the younger classman, his dark onyx eyes peering through those glasses.

Ootori Kyouya. He was a person that could analyze, and even over analyze everything. A genius. He understood mostly everything in his state, and others as well. But one thing that never ceased to amuse him was Kaoru. The younger one was odd, and fascinating.

The said redhead merely looked up, he had been sitting down on the floor for a while now, making of something. The something was clearly… not turning out well. It looked like the Hitachiin made a complete mess of their so called "club room."

Kyouya would not bring the matter up, believing that Kaoru didn't want to talk about it anymore. So he just did what he would always do, he flipped through the pages of his notebook, those eyes scanning the paper like some genius computer-machine.

"How can you say that, senpai?" Kaoru's voice trailed off as he looked down and shuffled a few papers from underneath his feet once more, lifting his right leg then putting it back down.

In the depths of Kaoru's voice, you can sense curiosity and joy. You can also see through it that he is willing to talk this out… with the most devilish and analytic person he's ever met. The Shadow Lord, Kyouya Ootori.

"You're two are different people, enough as that. To be one from the other, you merely try. And I can see that you're trying to get away from that little personality and game you two have made." Kyouya replied, glancing over his shoulder as he looked at Kaoru.

Kaoru pouted. They weren't playing. Maybe they were, but they mean it, most of the time. And they really do care about each other… "I… Don't know…" His voice sounded weak as he propped on his elbows, plopping his chin on his hand. He was completely lying on his stomach on the marble floor of the club meeting room.

Not really that surprising, Kyouya didn't respond. But something surprised Kaoru; Kyouya actually sat on the floor, one hand supporting his weight until he finally sat cross-legged.

Kaoru tilted his head to the side, his cheek leaning against his elbow, which was actually laid on top of a hectically thick Mathematical Book. "Eh… Kyouya-senpai?" He didn't mind the mess he's making, it's just scattered paper and… other stuff he can't name.

Kyouya scribbled something on his notebook as Kaoru pushed himself upwards, propping on his elbows, but not lying down on his stomach anymore.

"You two have different identities." Kyouya started to speak once more, as he didn't even bother looking at Kaoru… for now.

Kaoru remained silent, shrugging one shoulder as he sighed inwardly. He felt a shadow cast over him as the yellow-ish hand of their vice president, Ouran Host Club, reach up to tuck a stray lock of red hair behind his ear. "You're different from Hikaru." He repeated once more as Kaoru looked at Kyouya.

The redhead smiled slightly, he felt a tug on his collar as he got lifted up (Kyouya-length sitting down.), he felt a pair of lips press against his own, the hold on his collar still there. The raven-haired teen let go, his hand falling limply on his own knees as he looked at Kaoru; pushing his glasses up.

Before he could even apologize, Kaoru leaned forward as his lips collided with Kyouya's own. Running his hand on the younger ones hair, Kyouya broke away from the kiss for a moments notice.

"You're different…" He reminded him for probably the hundredth time already as he looked the redhead in the eyes.

"…I know…" He felt his eyes dampen slightly as tears started to form. "…I know now,"

"What do you want me to do?" Kyouya asked, a bit too casually as he leaned closer to Kaoru, their faces just half an inch away already.

"…Say my name," And with that, Kyouya did as he was asked. He whispered Kaoru's name as he pulled him into a kiss once more.

Truly, Kaoru is different from Hikaru… and Kyouya isn't that bad at all…

-;-

"Everyone is different in their own ways. Physically and Emotionally. But sometimes, all it takes to be different is not always standing out of the crowd, but understanding who you really are… finding yourself in the masses of everything else."

--

I need reviews. Yeah... Reviews. XD