But no fear! I am back! :D This chapter is close to the other, just in Hikaru POV. Enjoy :3
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Host Club! I do own the story though
***Flashback***
"Just go Kaoru. You'll be fine" I mumbled, not really paying attention.
"Please Hikaru? Just walk with me to the library" He pleaded. Koaru never liked to walk by himself when it was dark out. I usually went with him, but right now I was busy.
"I already told you, I can't. I'm waiting for Haruhi. I swear you'll be okay." I tried once again to focus on the book I was reading. Haruhi had suggested it, and I was sure she would want to make small talk about it on our date.
My twin sighed "Fine, see you later"
***End Flashback***
Minutes after he left, the doorbell rang. I dropped the book and rushed downstairs. When I got to the door a maid had already let Haruhi in and sat her down in one of the parlors. "Ready to go?" Haruhi gave me a calm smile and set aside the tea she had been sipping.
"Yeah" I said giving a raidant smile of my own. I grabbed her hand and out we went, deciding to go the Cultural Festival down the street.
-(A/N: I don't really like the Hika/Haru pairing and don't really want to use up this chapter on their date. So...yeah sorry to any Hika/Haru fans reading this. Should've checked the pairing before you clicked)-
I was in the back of one of our limos when I got the call.
Haruhi had just been dropped off at her 'house'. I would never say it around her, but it was REALLY tiny. Anyway...
***The Call***
(Ring, Ring)
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Hikaru Hitachiin?"
"Uh huh..."
"I regret to inform you that your brother Koaru Hitachiin was found between the library and Honda Apartments on Shinoko St. He has been stabbed. An Ambulance and Police are on the way- "
I went numb after 'stabbed'
My brother...stabbed...
***End Call***
"NO!" I heard myself shout. But it was like it wasn't me. A stranger in my own body.
The driver of my limo glanced back at my in the mirror. "Sir..?"
"Get me to Shinoko Street. NOW"
And then we were off, speeding through the streets of Tokyo (A/N: I don't care if they don't live there. It's my story so they do). The driver must have heard the urgency in my voice, because he was practically pushing the gas pedal through the floor taking us through all the side streets and back roads. Soon we were within sight of the library and I could hear the sirens behind us. Sirens proving that this wasn't just a nightmare, but terrible reality.
I leapt from the limo before it had fully stopped. I could see Kaoru, see him covered in his own blood, see him looking at me with those once beautiful gold eyes, now a dull yellow.
I was about halfway there when I was stopped by a police officer. He was saying something that I couldn't hear past the blood rushing through my ears. I pushed him away and sprinted towards my dying brother. But by the time I reached him the light was gone from his eyes. Blown out like a candle flame in the wind.
At that moment I hated that policeman for stopping me. I hated my chauffer for not being fast enough. I hated Kaoru for dying and leaving me in this cold, bitter world. But most of all I hated myself for letting this happen. Kaoru had always been a bit unobservant. I would have noticed those punks who had clearly stabbed him. This was my fault.
I finally reached his side. By then it was to late, his hand cold and his expression blank. I heard the sirens and shouting, felt the tears on my cheeks, saw the blood staining his clothes. But I still couldn't believe it. Despite the evidece right in front of me I refused to accept this nightmare.
I notcied that there was something in his hands. Gently removing it from his stiff hands, I held up two scraps of paper. Looking past the blood and grime I saw that it was a picture of us taken not long ago. We had our arms on each other's shoulders, each leaning aginst the other. We wore two identical grins, though it was easy -at least for me- to tell which was which. It had been torn straight down the middle. I pocketed the fragile picture, careful not to damage it anymore than neccesary. I looked down and realized Kaoru was still giving me that blank stare that all deceased people adorn once they've left you. Proof that he wasn't coming back.
I had allowed him to die.
And now there was nothing left but absence.
Done! Thank you to anyone who read this far. I know it's only two chapters, but it means a lot. I tried to keep this chapter about the same length as the second one. I hope it was close enough :)
Also thank you to MustachesMakeEverythingFunner (please tell me that's the right way to say your name). She helped me find word processors and was all around supportive. Thanks :D
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