Hey guys! It's me again bringing you chapter 2 to L'Amour Prohibé!!!
This continues where the last chapter left off with the twins getting ready for school and their journey to school :)
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DISCLAIMER: Again, i don't own the ouran high school host club characters, and there is some subtle hints of yaoi in this chapter :D
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Love,
Dauphine-Blossom Wildewood

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Chapter 2: For Now…

I go downstairs and wait for my brother in the dining room. For our act in the Host Club, I dress myself in more feminine clothes because I am the 'uke' in our "Brotherly Love" Act. I wear tight black dress pants with black flats. My mother's a world-renowned fashion designer and helps our club out with clothing and costumes for our events. She has altered my blue blazer to be more European and fitting to my torso accentuating my lithe, small body. I guess you could say Hikaru is bulkier than me since he weight-lifts. My white dress shirt underneath the blazer is also tight-fitting and made with a smooth, satin material. Then, my mother gave me a vanilla body wash and spray that completes my ensemble.

I enter the dining room to find my father home from his recent business trip to London. Out of courtesy, I greet him with a soft hello and a bow. I probably see him once a month and every time it is painful to look at him because I can see the shame he has for me in his eyes. He sighs and shakes his head in my direction and goes back to working on his laptop. If mother wasn't in America right now, she would have snapped at him. She likes to dress me up like this, and I need to for our act in the Host Club. So get off my back, old man.

I sit down at my seat along the long dining table and the maids serve me toast, oatmeal, a fruit salad, and tea. This is something that I hate about my household. My mother and brother feel I don't eat enough because I am underweight, but they don't get it. I'm just not hungry. I have become less and less inclined to eat lately because of my self-loathing. My head is always off somewhere else that I just forget about hunger and the need to eat. Is it my fault? Well, yes, but I just can't help the fact that my love for Hikaru is killing me on the inside.

I. Want. To. Tell. Him. ...but I can't.

I can't do that because he would cast me away, and the one thing I fear more than him finding someone else is his hatred for me that I know he would feel if he found I out that I am in love with him. In order to do anything at home or at school, I have to at least to eat a little bit of food to appease the feeding 'Nazis'.

Reluctantly, I force myself to eat one piece of toast, ignore my oatmeal, and start picking at my fruit salad. After another minute, Hikaru walks into the dining room, bows politely to our father (and he nods his approval to Hikaru), and takes his seat next to me. He steals my bowl of untouched oatmeal knowing that I won't eat it, and he starts to dig in. His breakfast consists of: oatmeal, eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. He is a bottomless pit.

I bring the cup of tea to my lips and take a sip. It's the perfect temperature and the maids made my favorite: Lemon tea with a little spot of honey. I smile into the cup. Such a small thing like my favorite tea made to the way I like it brings a glimmer of happiness into my dead soul. However, every swallow of the warm liquid is like trying to force a large lump of coal down my throat. I know it's just me holding back even more tears. Haven't I cried myself out yet? Just sitting next to him reminds me of what I can not and will never have. It is so painful that I choke on tears. It is my weakness, my emotions. They make me so pathetic and meek that my father is ashamed of me. He is ashamed of how I dress myself and how I act more feminine. My father took me out of his will two years ago when Hikaru and I turned fourteen. He is going to bequeath his entire clothing/retail company that owns most of the major clothing distributors in the world to Hikaru. My mother designs clothes and distributes and sells them through our father. He thinks that I am a girl and he probably wishes that he could disown me, but my mother and Hikaru would never allow that. They would give him hell. So what if I act like a girl! I do all this for Hikaru and the Host Club, but mostly for Hikaru! I love him so just go away! You bastard…I tell myself this all the time when I'm in my father's presence. I sigh and put my fork down losing my appetite.

Hikaru notices that I've stopped eating and he quickly finishes up his breakfast. Then, he turns to look at me with his big, luscious eyes.

"Kaoru, aren't you hungry?" he says delicately but concern is leaking in his voice.

"I'm full. You know that I am. I'm sorry I don't have a bottomless pit," I reply a bit flippantly. I get very easily cranky when people bother me about my eating habits. I eat when I feel hungry. That's that.

"Sorry," Hikaru says looking a bit hurt as he bites his lower lip and moves to stand up. I immediately feel bad and stand up too. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me snuggling my face into his chest. I can feel him smiling as he nuzzles his face into my hair.

"No, I am sorry. I know you are just worried about me," I say softly breathing in his scent which is strictly his. It's a mix of muskiness and cinnamon. He is like a god of sexual enticement. A freakin' GOD! I immediately feel horny as he returns the embrace pulling us even closer. It's funny how our bodies mold together, as if we were meant for each other. I am too forgone now to mentally curse myself or punish myself. I have died and gone to heaven. Life is complete and Hikaru's light and warmth flow through my frozen-over veins. However, all good things end too soon and Hikaru withdraws from the hug and I, reluctantly, follow suit.

"We should get going or else we will be late," he says with half a grin and I know right away that he has forgiven me but I will have to pay for it. What does he want? I can feel the thousands of needles puncturing my once fluttering heart that begins to freeze over again as he walks out of the dining room. I follow behind slowly, clutching at my heart. It hurts so much that I could cry again, but I don't, thankfully. I follow him out to the Mercedes-Benz limousine waiting for us in the driveway. He gets in first, then me. I set my bag down on the car floor, and look out the window. I can't look at him. It will just bring false hope into my tormented heart. I don't think I can handle this.

"Kaoru, what is the matter? You have been acting strange all morning. Was it because of something I said or did? Please, Kaoru, please tell me. You can tell me anything. I'm your twin."

He's pleading with me. Why? Because I am not looking at him and I am not returning the squeezes he gives my hand. That is how he gets comforted, when we hold hands. It's his way of being reassured that I'm here and everything is alright. Well everything is not fucking alright; I'm in love with you! I scream at him telepathically hoping that he would pick up the frequency. He doesn't, but can I blame him?

I am nullifying my senses and emotions. All I can ever think about is my undying love and want for Hikaru, which is forbidden. So, I will deaden my heart, mind, and body to make me stop feeling these immoral thoughts and impulses.

"I'm just sore and tired, Hikaru," I lie to him and he knows that I am lying. He goes silent, the anger and frustration building in him; I can sense that.

He lets go of my unresponsive hand and crosses his arms with a huff. I begin to feel a sharp pain in my chest again, and I feel guilty for treating him like this; he doesn't deserve this treatment, the cold shoulder. What can I do? I don't want him to know, but it's torturous to pretend like I don't want and love him more than I should. He turns to look out the window, and I can tell he is biting back what he wants to say (or probably yell). It is evident from the way he twitches every other minute and by the way his brow is furrowed as if he is trying to think of what he wants to say without being harsh. My heart weeps and cries on the inside for treating him like this, and I am desperately trying to nullify it. No. I will not let my emotions overwhelm me. Apathy is not who I am, but it is who I need to be in order to forget these wrong feelings of desire.

The limo pulls up in front of Ouran Academy and our driver opens Hikaru's door. Hikaru quickly gets out of the car shutting the car door behind him, and to my surprise, he wraps around to my side of the car. I was certain that he was going to just stalk off to class and remain frustrated with me all day. Hikaru opens my door and extends his hand inside the car towards me. I should have known that I wouldn't be that lucky. Nervously but happily, I grab my bag and give him my free hand, and he pulls me out of the car and into his warm, strong embrace of iron. There is no escape. I can feel my insides responding to his touch instantaneously. There is no use in trying to deaden or freeze over my thoughts and emotions. They are being fueled and running rampantly through-out my body now because he is holding me tightly. I am in a state of bliss. Please, don't let go of me. All I want is to remain eternally warm in his arms; I don't want to be cold. He has buried his face again in my hair, and he is taking in huge breaths and hugging me tighter.

"I'm sorry," he whispers kissing the top of my head and pulling back from me slightly to look at my face.

I feel the guilt overwhelming me. Don't be sorry!

"For what?" I say sadly and barely audible, but he hears me. I was feeling very confused and upset that he was apologizing to me when it should have been the other way around.

"I forgot to say 'I love you' this morning," Hikaru says with a small smile. He leans forward and kisses my forehead and I feel the tears coming again as he repeats, "I love you."

I'm full out crying now. Damn my sensitivity…

"Hikar-ru," I mumble with a ragged breath. He's got me speechless looking at me in the eyes and wiping away my tears with his thumb, "I love you, too, Nii-san." More than you know…

He smiles and gives me another quick, breath-taking hug before he lets go and holds onto my hand lacing our fingers together. Then, with his free hand, he takes my book bag and throws it over his shoulder. Hikaru never carries anything to and from school except homework, but I always carry my book bag filled with everything from books to homework to notebooks, etc.

"Hikaru, you don't have to do that, really—" I begin to say but he interrupts me.

"Yes, I do. You are my little brother and you don't need to carry anything while I'm around," he says lightly. Then he smirks and adds, "Except maybe you could carry some pepper-spray so that no one can ever try to take you away from me on those rare days that I'm not around!"

I look at him incredulously and slap his arm lightly as he chuckles. He is joking with me again, although part of me actually thinks he is being very serious in a subtle manner.

I smile lightly feeling like we had gone back to our old selves, but I know that I can't stay like this. However, I can bask in his warmth, touch and smiles…for now…

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