Sorry I take forever, but i swear it's going somewhere! hope you like it!
They lay across the king sized bed, feet hanging off opposite ends, heads pressed next to one another, red hair mingling with newly dyed brown. They had been laying like that for almost an hour, neither one speaking, simply breathing in the calming proximity of one another. Finally, Hikaru reached his hand up, knotting his fingers with Kaoru's.
"I have to tell her"
Kaoru's felt the ever familiar tightening begin in his chest. Worrying over his brother's love life was going to give him permanent heart palpitations, he just knew it. "I know."
What else could he say? Hikaru had gone somewhere Kaoru could not follow. Kaoru had never been in love. The only people he had ever loved were himself and Hikaru. This whole confession thing was getting a little bit out of hand. Neither of them were ever sure when or how or where Hikaru should try to confess, so he just ended up pushing it off, drawing out the whole painful experience for the both of them.
It had been months since Hikaru had begun to notice his feelings for Haruhi exceeded that of a master and its play thing. With gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) prodding from his twin, Hikaru had come to terms with the fact that he loved Haruhi. He just wasn't sure what to do now. As any sibling would do once their counterpart forces them to realize something better left unknown, Hikaru place responsibility upon Kaoru to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, though Kaoru is one to put on a smile and act composed for his loved ones benefit, he was just as lost on the subject of love as any high school boy who had never had a romantic relationship. The closest semblance of one Kaoru had experienced is the relationship he portrayed with his brother for the benefit of the Host Club.
Not knowing what to do, finding the once peaceful silence deafening, Kaoru did the only thing he could: squeeze his brother's fingertips and helped him plan out (for the eighth time) how to confess to Haruhi.
"So when would you do it?" He asked Hikaru, who groaned and flailed in response.
"I don't know, I don't know! No matter where we go, Tono is always there watching over us, it's impossible to say anything while he is pitifully, obliviously, protecting her like a 'father'." He finally bursts out. Kaoru feels his heart warm a little at the response, though none of it shone on his face during such a serious moment; he would not allow that. The fact that Hikaru was even considering Tamaki when contemplating his confession at all was a sign that he had grown a lot in the realm of emotional maturity. Kaoru felt pride for his brother's growth, but also a small pang of another unidentified emotion. Upon further contemplation, he realized it was relief. Why on earth would he be feeling relief at his brother's confessional dilemma…? "I don't think I will be able to confess if he is there, looming over our shoulder." Hikaru concludes huffing his distress and settling on the bed, pressing closer to Kaoru. Kaoru, in response, cuddles closer to his brother, pushing back the revelation of his growing relief to be examined later.
"Then we will have to find a time where Tono isn't there." Kaoru pointed seemingly pointed out the obvious; mind already speeding towards a plan, one he only had to convince Hikaru of it being his own. "Maybe the ski trip coming up? Only our grade is going so far…" Kaoru trailed off, letting the idea sink into his brother's mind.
"The ski trip!" Hikaru exclaimed, proceeding to continue to ramble off ideas, being gently directed by intermittent comments from Kaoru. Hikaru continued his bipolar ranting, switching back and forth from excited to anxious at the idea he might actually be able to confess to Haruhi. When he finally fell into a dazed sort of day dreaming state, contemplating the possibilities of the new found plan, Kaoru slipped from the bed, sidling into the twins bathroom and shutting the door behind him with a stifled sigh. He leaned against the pristine, albeit ridiculously large counter top, and whipped out his cell phone. Scrolling through recent messages, he opened a name surprisingly close to the top and pressed "reply".
To: Kyoya Ootori
Heyy, could you possibly try to keep the Club
from getting the idea to come on our grades
ski trip? Hika is FINALLY gonna confess if I
can get him some alone time with Haruhi… lol
Kaoru waited a few moments, letting the water in the sink run on the off chance Hikaru surfaced from la la land long enough to notice his brothers silent absence. Kaoru felt his phone vibrated and quickly flicked the screen to unlock it as he checked Kyoya's reply.
From: Kyoya Ootori
Re: I will.
Kaoru smiled at the curt reply, thankful his scary senpai could actually be counted on for just about anything if it pertained to a member of the club. Kaoru thought Kyoya-sempai fit Tamaki's dubbed role of "mother". Though he was strict, cold, and sometimes downright frightening, Kyoya protected each club member fiercely, whether they were aware of it or not. His thumbs quickly tapped out a reply.
To: Kyoya Ootori
Re:Re: Thank you!
xoxoxo ;D
Knowing better than to expect a reply to his blatantly obnoxious message, Kaoru locked his phone an slipped it into his pocket. Turning the water from the sink off, he leaned onto the counter top, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. Raising his head, Kaoru met his own amber eyes in the mirror.
It's all going to be fine.