Oh. Em. Gee. Seven reviews and it's only the first chapter! You guys are a lot better than the Harry Potter reviewers, I swear Thank you all so much for the reviews and I pinky swear I will reply to all when I have the time.

Now, on from that, those people who stood up for me, I love you! And one more thing, listen close because I'm not saying this again. THERE IS *NO* HARUHI BASHING. She's amazing and I love her. Sure Kaoru's jealous but that doesn't mean she's the bad guy!

Disclaimer: Oh, do I really have to do this again? Actually I shouldn't be doing this—not when I have ickle Kaoru on my lap, presenting that he is therefore mine and for-Hey! Kaoru where the hell do you think you're going? COME BACK.

Enjoy!

"Hikaru...what's the matter?" A concerned voice asked, feminine arms wrapping Hikaru's front.

Hikaru sighed, leaning into his girlfriend's arms. "I'm just thinking of Kaoru."

Haruhi's lips pressed into a thin line, her hold tightening as she raised her voice up a tone in slight concern. "I figured. What about?" She tip-toes to peck at the red head's neck.

Hikaru's repeated sigh was barely noticeable. But Haruhi, being the observant girl she is picked it up. "What he's doing right now...If he's okay, if he's mad at me for leaving him...if he's okay." Hikaru rambled on. "If he's okay..." He repeated but this time in a whisper.

Haruhi rested a delicate but firm chin on a muscle of Hikaru's where the shoulder just met the neck and enjoyed the warmth being produced. "He'll be fine Hika." She whispered reassuringly. "He'll be fine."

"Yeah..." Hikaru announced, still no attention to the gestures his girlfriend was giving him.

"He'll be fine." he chanted.

Concern rarely lit up his eyes, though through the years the cause is always about Kaoru. Kaoru once said to him that when it happens, the light in his eyes disappear and replaced with a stormy stale emotion.

"I don't even know why you pay attention to these things Kao." Hikaru chuckled.

"Oh." Kaoru said. "I picked them up from when you were sleeping. 'Oh no Haruhi dear, Tamaki is no good for you! Tamaki stop pestering-Don't you dare molest her! Tamaki why don't you spank your own ass-" He joked, raising his voice a pitch higher before laughing as his brother playfully punched him.

"Shut up Kao!" Hikaru growled. "I wasn't even dreaming about Haruhi last night!" He defended.

"Hey!" Kaoru held up his arms. "No need to go all defensive!" He said even though he was trying to stifle his giggles. He was failing miserably.

But it was true...he really wasn't dreaming of Haruhi that night. It was he and Kaoru running along wild grassy fields playing and laughing.

It was Kaoru...

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He couldn't go five minutes without thinking of his baby brother. He wondered if Kaoru brought a girl or guy home last night. The thought made him surprisingly jealous and he knew that was ridiculous but he couldn't help it!

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Kaoru sighed, placing his sweaty palms on the flat of his knees before shutting his eyes. With a shaky breath, he reopened them willing to be brave.

"...Hika...come out" He pleaded and soon enough, his imaginary Hikaru came out sitting next to him.

"What's up baby bro?" He teased.

"Can't sleep." He pressed his lips into a line of grimace. "I'm confused...and I know that you know more than me."

Hikaru raised eyebrow. "Your point is?"

"Talk to me." It wasn't an order. More like a plea. His imaginary brother grinned.

"Whatever about, my dear?"

"You know what it is!" Kaoru gritted his teeth.

"Oh you mean the real me?" He said just to irritate Kao. When he nodded his head furiously then he answered. "Well what's he like?"

"I...you-" Kaoru sighed before turning into a dream state. "He's brilliant. And he's- Hey! Why are you asking me? You should know; you're a replica of him!"

"Ah, but I'm not exactly. I'm a figment of your imagination. Therefore I know as much as you."

Kaoru flared. "But-"

"Hush." Hikaru dismissed."It's as if you're talking to yourself. You're talking to yourself right now.

"I don't care! Just help me figure this out!" Kaoru squealed.

Hikaru cocked his head annoyingly. Kaoru groaned in frustration as he found the all too familiar gesture. "Please!" He grit through his teeth.

Hikaru smiled. "That was all you needed to say." A ruffling of bed sheets and he was sitting crossed legged, his toned back covered in a thin white sheet of clothing, resting on the head board. He spread his legs invitingly. "Hop up."

Kaoru beamed at him before sitting in between his legs, his back pressing against a hard but as comfortable as ever chest. "Whenever he talks to Haruhi, it's all her. He doesn't even look me in the eye anymore."

"Well, that's a good thing isn't it? I mean, you don't have to worry about him catching those awkward shivers whenever he—" Imag-Hikaru started but was cut off when Kaoru tried stabbing his elbow back into his firm chest. "Kaoru, what are you doing? I'm not solid idiot! You can't hurt me!" He laughed adoringly. Kaoru merely growled in response.

"As I was saying-"

"You didn't have a valid point I just had to-"

"Shut up!"

"Don't interrupt me!"

"You did it first faggot!"

"Excuse me, but I just got called to appear because little Kaoru has homosexual problems—jeez, who's the faggot here?"

"You said yourself that talking to you is like talking to me, so technically you're as gay as me!"

"Little brat, using my defence line on myself."

"You know it." Kaoru grinned.

"Now, brat. Let's talk." Kaoru's grin faltered. "Actually, I wouldn't really mind if we hadn't" Imaginary Hikaru's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Why is that?" Kaoru smiled sadly. "Promise to stay with me? I swear I could live like this…on this bed with you by my side? If I can't have the real Hikaru…please, just stay with me…love me back Hika." Kaoru was on the verge of tears, and so was his brother.

"Kaoru!" He said angrily even though he was about to spill his emotions from his eyes. "No! Don't even say that! You are not going to end up like some psycho maniac in love with a ghost trailing after reality! Listen to yourself! Please! You can't give up…" Kaoru sobbed and his long fern green sleeves soaked them all up as he rubbed them up.

"But you're so much like him." Hikaru smiled gently, turning his brother to face him and take his wrists to stop them. Even when crying Kaoru looked like an angel, his shoulders quivering now and then. He pressed Kaoru's sobbing eyes against his shirt where it all begun to make them flow harder. "Kaoru." He concluded, rubbing soothing circles down his back.

"That's because you know everything about him. That's why I'm so much like him." Kaoru looked up and swiped his forearm to take away the mass or salty burden. "But I'm asking for your help…" He meant to make it fiercer to show pity of him but it grew soft. Soft like Hikaru's hair when he sneaked some strokes in the night. Hikaru showed concern but did not intentionally fade the smile.

"You don't need it baby brother, you'll find out eventually yourself."

"Don't leave me…"

"I won't. You know that the real Hikaru will never leave you. It's illegal for me to even think of that." Kaoru sniffed noisily, rubbing the back of his palm on his eyes one last time before returning the smile shyly.

"Sleep with me?" He knew the answer. But his eyes were already full of regret, frightened on the thought of rejection. Which was crazy, he knew. Asking an imaginary friend to sleep with you at seventeen and then getting scared at his reaction.
"Of course baby brother. Now go to sleep." He whispered the last line ever so softly, Kaoru couldn't resist but stroking the thin strands of imaginary hair before falling asleep in Hikaru's arms. Where he knew he belonged in.

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He felt a tingle of excitement in his bones, knowing that he got a day closer until Hikaru will come back. He woke up with a sore back from leaning on imaginary Hika's chest which turned out to be the flat headboard. Honestly, his mind sometimes… One more week left to figure out everything.

He needed Hikaru to bribe him into a back-massage right now. He flexed his back muscles before scurrying off of the bed feeling satisfied at the warmth still absorbed of his muscles from last night when his brother-for-now slept with him.

"Young master Kaoru? Breakfast is ready." A gentle looking man came in, his fingers twisted on the knob. Kaoru had respect in him for staying with the Hitachiins for so long. He had become a teeny step just below the category 'family'. "Thank you Masao." (A/N: A thank you to Tenshi Yami- Angel of Darkness for that name!) He said and the man slipped away, somewhat satisfied and pleased with his answer. Kaoru was in deep thought.

Today was Saturday and he was currently planning on what he should do. Satisfied at his thoughts, he picked up a pen and a clipboard and headed downstairs. … Kaoru arched his back onto the chair, his legs dangling from the counter.

His lips were pressed against each other as he stared at the blank piece of paper before him. At the final stage of movement, Kaoru had written down Haruhi in the top middle of the sheet and began scribbling his ideas.

Haruhi

Why Hikaru loves her ('loves her' was scribbled out) chose her over me*

Manly

Fearless

Takes responsibility

Can tell us apart

Can be cute sometimes

Knows how to cook

Smart

Has a vagina. (This one was scribbled out too when Kaoru realized he couldn't shrink it.)

Kaoru tapped his lips with a pen, humming in thought. Well…that's all for now. Kaoru started brain storming some things; things to get him to reach every single one of them. He finally shook his head, folding it messily before placing the thin sheet of paper in his breast pocket. His brain racked. Hikaru's back in two days…

I'm sorry that this one's short! There will be at least one more chapter before Hika dearest comes back I'm also sorry that this update was kind of late…I've been busy with homework; an author's arch nemesis.

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29/01/2013: An edit after years and years of laziness! If there's still a bundle of mistakes please mention it!