"Hikaru! I need you for a moment!" Mrs. Hitachiin Yelled from the hall. Hikaru looked up from his paper for a moment then looked back down.
"But…" he wined observing his progress.
"HIKARU, NOW!" His mother screamed. Hikaru sighed and set down his essay.
"COMEING! Coming." Hi called back reluctantly. Ever since it happened, his mother was calling all the time. Some times just to yell at him, others cause she wanted him to model for her, but mostly cause she was fed up with the hosts showing up at the door… like now.
"Hay, Hika-chun." Honey smiled. Hikaru gave a halfhearted smile back not rely registering Mori standing next to him.
"We… Just wanted to know… if-" Hikaru cut the little 17 year old of.
"No. I'm not in the Host club any more. It wouldn't make sense for me to come." Not noticing (or just not caring about the hurt look on his friends face, he slammed the door. Hikaru looked up at the sealing and sighed; why where they doing this to him?
4-17-2010
'Kaoru! Kaoru! Kaoru! Kaoru!' My mind and my heart screamed his name, every time I saw any of them. Why can't they under stand that! And Mother, MOTHER! OH! Who dose she think she is! She had no right to insult me like that… insult us.
I'm starting to think all my journal entries are going to stay quite the same. Pity. Nothings right any more.
Journal entry # 2023
Hikaru H.
Hikaru slammed his journal on his coffee table. And looked around his room. So different from Kaoru's, yet so much the same…. A thought struck him… the essay; he made his way across the room and stared down at the piece of notebook paper. It was just paper. So why did it scare him so bad?
'It's because, I'm afraid to say it all out loud.'
But if he's afraid, why did he pick it back up? Why did he continue writing?