Aha. Took a while; thought I should've done the second part before posting this, but it doesn't matter. I seem to involve Kaoru too much. -blah- I'll stop that now. xP

I swear, next drabble involves Tamaki and Kyouya. I swear.

Warnings: Okay, I'm setting this at a strong T. It won't get any worse than that. It has Hikaru swearing freely, abuse of poor cloth, and Kaoru... er, talking. Typical Hitachiin talking, hinting, strong hinting. Oh, and maybe humor. Maybbe. Oh, and hints of KyouXKao. Might make them get together later; might not. This is a TamaXHika drabble collection, not KyouXKao.

Disclaimer: Dun own anything. Just the idea, and the writing in general. xP

Pride and Destruction

: the thing that Hikaru's trying to protect and the same thing that ruins him in the end

Hikaru was on a mission.

A very important mission.

A mission like no other.

He held the piece of fabric firmly between his fingers as the sewing machine drilled a long even pattern into it.

In the same instant, he took it off, snapping the large fabric scissors as he sliced through the fabric again, before hemming the jagged edges with a furious air.

This mission was imperative to his life; he had to be successful, or else he shall be ridiculed for years on end…

"Damn that stupid bakatono- damn him- damn him-" he growled, displeased with how the events was playing out in his head.

He hated it. He hated him.

And why?

For… the said fabric… was pink.

"Hikaru…?" Kaoru poked into their study room, his curious hazel eyes blinking at the dark scene. Petals of lavender and pink fabric lied around haphazardly, many of the ragged cloth thick and threaded enough to trip someone. Hikaru was crouched over the sewing machine, feeding the fabric through the needle, the lone light above him shimmering with a dramatic glow.

Click

"What are you doing not getting ready for your dance?"

Hikaru flinched. Kaoru simply removed his hand from the light switch.

"You know, milord's been ecstatic about this for a long while," he said calmly, walking up to his semi-nervous, semi-annoyed twin, "I heard he wanted to proclaim that you guys are going out-"

The sewing machine went haywire.

Hikaru smacked a fist against the malfunctioning machine, tearing the bright pink fabric away from the thread-clogged needle. He shifted his deadly glare onto his twin brother, who blinked innocently in response.

"Go on," he growled, before giving a last yank, and tearing off half the fabric.

"What are you doing, Hikaru?" Kaoru piped up, confused to as why Hikaru was currently swearing at the rag in his hands.

"Adjusting."

"Adjusting what?"

"The stupid dress milord gave to me," he mumbled dismissively, as Kaoru's eyes widened-

"But, why?"

"Why not?" Hikaru retorted.

"It- It was perfect on you!" Kaoru exclaimed incredulously,

"It didn't fit," Hikaru complained again, waving the blatantly pink cloth around.

"But the measurements can't be off! I gave it to him myself!"

Pause. Hikaru's eyes widened.

"WHAT!" he spluttered out, standing so quickly that his chair fell down with a crash. He grabbed his brother's shirt, the fabric clenching between his fists, as his eyes flashed madly, "You- Kaoru, you traitor! You knew that I didn't want to go to that freakin' dance!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, Hikaru," he sweat dropped, prying his twin's hands off his formerly nicely ironed shirt, "I was only thinking of your social life—I mean, you'd make a bigger statement if you went there in a dress."

Hikaru slumped onto the ground, "But, Kaoru, I don't want to make a freakin' statement! People would think I'm insane, crazy, and gay."

He emphasized his last words with frantic waves, staring up at his twin expectantly. Kaoru hmmed thoughtfully for a moment, before raising a finger and stating bluntly-

"But you are."

The elder twin fell into even more of a depression, burying his face into his arms.

"I thought you were on my side, Kaoru…"

Kaoru only smiled mysteriously, before kneeling down at his obviously distressed brother. He patted his twin comfortingly, objecting lightly, "But, what's wrong with crossdressing? We've been doing that since we were kids."

"But that's the point, Kaoru," he murmured, "We crossdressed. Not just Hikaru; not just me…"

Kaoru's smile twisted into a slight frown, "But I can't do anything about that; then everyone would think that milord was with both Hitachiin twins." Hikaru shuddered as the smile blossomed on Kaoru's face again, "You don't want people to think that, do you?"

"… Just go and date Kyouya-senpai; then you'd have a reason to be there."

Kaoru froze, his wide eyes meeting Hikaru's challenging ones.

They stared at each other for a while.

"Besides, you told me you've been thinking about it for a while now," Hikaru deadpanned, his eyes pressing stubbornly at his twin, "You just never wanted to unless I was out of the way-"

"Enough about me and my not yet budding relationship, Hikaru! This thing is about you and milord's relationship- not mine! Anyway, I think we should repair this dress to the best of our abilities!" Kaoru tugged away the ragged dress-cloth-thing, and stood up, hopping over to his own sewing machine, humming loudly to forcibly ignore Hikaru and his slurred profanities.

"It looks like shit. I look like shit."

"It's not too bad, Hikaru," Kaoru replied calmly, winking an eye closed, examining his very displeased brother with a calculated hazel, "I mean, your murdered all the pink fabric so I had to improvise."

Hikaru simply stared into the mirror, running a hand through his light brown hair.

Like Kaoru said, the dress wasn't too bad. Since Hikaru had destroyed any traces of the frills in his anger, Kaoru had to make due with black denim. Yes, you heard that, denim. The rough cloth was stitched in carefully, mixing together with the silky pink; the "dress" was now a super long shirt- of sort, the bottom of the cloth reaching the back of his mid-thighs, anchored onto his hips by a sparkly-ish belt. And since Kaoru was the conservative type ("everyone can see your underpants under that thing"), Hikaru was also wearing a pair of very thin, see-through black dress pants.

Small designs of swirls were stitched into it as well, alternating black and pink threads, and for some reason Hikaru wanted his twin to stop staring at him.

"What- you don't like it, Hikaru?"

He shook his head, before threading his fingers through the soft silk.

No, of course, he didn't like it!

It made him look feminine.

The Hitachiin twins were not feminine.

"But it looks good," Kaoru spouted happily, wrapping his arms around his still slightly flustered twin, "I bet milord would like it, slipping his hands into those nice loose pants and-"

Hikaru huffed, his face staining red, before scoffing, "I wish."

Kaoru blanked out for a second, "… what?"

The elder twin crossed his arms, "You heard me; the idiot likes talking more than touching."

That made Kaoru stop for a moment.

"So you've been going out for half a year and you've never did anything?"

"We've kissed," and suddenly Hikaru began counting on his fingers, before raising his hands, "About seven times."

"Hikaru, you have a big problem. I didn't know that milord was that dense."

Hikaru rolled his eyes, "Tell me about it. Doesn't know when to take a hint."

"Ah, well," Kaoru slapped his brother carelessly on the back, "That's the Hitachiin specialty; you can't fail us now, Hikaru."

"… What the hell are you talking about, Kaoru?"