Debauchery

Chapter 6: Shock

Shock was an understatement.

For the past month or so Hikaru was hard-pressed to think back upon any spare time he had and say that he was not looking for Haruhi. He had devoted an insane amount of time and money on chasing after the ever elusive commoner that it was a wonder the press hadn't started an inane rumour about him. Of course his twin had been increasingly suspicious and Hikaru noticed that along with hurt, betrayal and sadness in his eyes, Kaoru had now acquired an unforgivable spark that only grew with each lie that Hikaru fed him.

Hikaru was selfish and he knew it. That was why, despite the rift he was inflicting on his and Kaoru's inseparable bond, he relentlessly and blindsightedly pursued Haruhi because his intrigue had now become an obsession, a filthy curse- and there was only one cure.

That's why Hikaru, like a addict could not believe that he was finally being given the fix he was long deprived of.

In his hand, a crumpled piece of paper with familiar almost illegible writing:

Writing room IV

3'oclock

-Haruhi

After shaking himself out of his own dumbfounded stupor, Hikaru checked his rolex. 12:45. He still had awhile until his meeting, grinning, he fished into his pocket for a cigarette, about to light up when he suddenly remembered something.

"Shit!" he cursed, "The mid-term exam!" how could he be so stupid and forget he had an important economics exam at one, luckily it was only an hour so it would not disrupt his meeting with Haruhi nevertheless if he didn't sprint to the economics building he would undoubtedly be late.

Hurriedly, he grabbed his leather jacket, dropping the paper in his frenzy and dashing out the door. The crumpled paper dropped to the floor, forgotten.

Haruhi glanced at her watch tapping her fingers impatiently upon the wooden desk, 3:05. Haruhi was certain Hikaru would come, if not due to anything else, out of curiousity- she knew was his weakness- for she had reached out to him first and that definitely would have made the Hitachiin intrigued. Although, she was actively ignoring the doubt that he wouldn't show – perhaps he had gotten bored of torturing her- after all, he had plenty of women at his perusal to satisfy his boredom.

After a few more minutes, she stood up. Resigned to the fact that he would not come, she prepared to leave, however a pair of hands wrapped themselves around her midriff from behind, and soft breathing tickled her ear.

"Where do you think you're going" a silky voice asked

Haruhi turned around and met with familiar auburn hair and a pair of sultry cat-like eyes. "Who-" she began but was cut off by his soft lips covering her own.

He gripped her tighter as she struggled and forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her aggressively his hand sliding down her lower back as he pushed her up against the wall.

She managed to push him off, breathing heavily. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she shouted though her breathing was labored, her cheeks pink with anger.

Somehow, his eyes deeped with lust, "The only thing you're good for, darling"

With that he held her wrists tight and pinned them against the wall with one hand, devouring her lips he traced his other hand down her body, drawing circles on her hips before roughly pulling off her jeans.

When they broke apart to breathe, he said harsly, "Don't pretend you don't want this"

A lone tear slid down her cheek, "I don't…"

His eyes drew into slits and the anger boiled within him, "Do you think you're better than the others?" he shouted angrily, he raised his hand and slapped her, "you're just a whore like the rest of them"

Her face hardened, "I'll never be" she spat, "let me go asshole"

"But why, my sweet Haruhi-chan, we've done this many times before"

she glared at him, "You're wrong. I've never so much as touched Hikaru in this way and if he ever did try anything, I'd cut his hand off!"

His green eyes widened in surprise, "What do you mean?" he asked, feigning confusion

She smirked, "You aren't Hikaru"

"Haruhi, have you gone crazy, I-"

"Haruhi! Sorry I'm late I thought my exam would end at two but it turns out…" Hikaru's sentence died on his lips as he took in the scene before him. His brother with his arms wrapped around Haruhi's waist and their breathing labored, her jeans discarded on the floor, their bodies pressed closed.

All at once a myriad of emotions hit him like an oncoming truck at full speed. Colour exploded behind his eyelids in shades of red and the hurt, betrayal and anger bubbled in him like an impending volcano about to erupt.

For a few seconds he stood and took everything in, both Kaoru and Haruhi's faces paralyzed in shock. Finally he clenched his fists and looked them both directly in the eye.

"How could you" he seethed, before turning his back abruptly and storming out, not sparing them a backward glance.

Back at the mansion, Kaoru searched everywhere for his brother. Every servant was called upon and interogated as to where the other Hitachiin brother might have gone. The cars and their drivers were all accounted for except for Hikaru's bike which meant that the twin could be anywhere and Kaoru had no way to find out where.

Kaoru had even called up their usual hang-outs only to come receive a negative that his twin was there. Regretfully, he sank into the lush couch in his room, one hand massaging his temples in an effort to soothe his ongoing migraine.

Part of him had no desire to find his twin, in fact if he were here, Kaoru was sure he would be inclined to tell him to fuck off.

However, there was a strong magnetism between them, there always had been and there always would be, so despite his bitterness and his pain that grew all the more excruciating with evidence of a well-kept secret, Kaoru knew his desire to find his reckless, emotional brother and make sure he was safe was far stronger than anything else he could ever feel.

He sighed heavily,

Where the hell could Hikaru be

After recovering from the series of unexpected events that had just transpired, Haruhi collected herself and made her way towards the one place she knew Hikaru would be.

As she walked across the field, she pondered why she had even felt the need to go there at all. After all, he was a rich bastard who constantly harassed her, and she had better things to do than go searching for more trouble…

But then again, Haruhi couldn't dissuade her feet. It seemed they were firmly intent on taking her to a place her head tried to convince her that she didn't want to go to.

For once she let her heart win. There was no denying the burning desire to see Hikaru and tell him it was all a misunderstanding. She would not be labelled a whore, not by Hikaru's brother or Hikaru himself.

Surely enough, she found him there, laying with his eyes closed under the lone cherry blossom tree

"Hikaru" she said softly, and he remained still.

She sat down next to him, convinced that although his breathing was even, he was not asleep

"It's not what you think…" she began, glancing at him for a reaction, but although she received none she continued anyway "I knew it wasn't you all along, but he…" she shifted uncomfortably, "your brother… he thought that I didn't and well, he thought that we had been doing things together…"

She paused taking a deep breath, "He called me your whore"

Immediately Hikaru's eyes opened, and as Haruhi stared into them, she could only see the bright flame of anger burning intensely. He sat up and lightly brushed her reddened cheek. She flinched and his eyes grew darker, his hands curling.

"It was a mistake…" she said to calm him, and after a few moments, he unclenched his fists "You never did tell me you had a brother…" she mused quietly, "and I'm sure he didn't know much about me either…" she drifted off, touching his arm lightly.

"It was just a misunderstanding" she finished quietly, watching his face relax as the fire slowly died in his eyes.

Hikaru exhaled tired sigh, "I'm pathetic"

She looked at him in shock, the statement being the last thing she had expected from this Hitachiin twin.

He covered his eyes with his right arm, his voice guilty and ashamed, "I've made the two people who I care about the most hate me"

Haruhi's eyes widened slowly- lips parted briefly, unable to form any words in response.

Hikaru looked over at her, smirking sadly at the blush that tinted her cheeks, "Haruhi..." he said softly, not wanting to say more lest he lose the rest of the pride he was born and bred with.

He reached his arm out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he was still feeling jealous and possessive but most of all he craved respite, acceptance. He wanted her to acknowledge him so badly, it drove him to do what he never thought he would.

"Let me save you" he whispered, pleaded, leaning into her.

Their eyes met.

When their lips touched, all she could do was feel.

Hi guys, that was a godawful long hiatus, for those of you who have me on story alert you'll probably be annoyed that it took this long and might not remember what happened in previous chapters but I'm free now, so I'll be able to update as quickly as possible. As always reviews give me a little push and everytime I get one, it reminds me to write my chapters a little faster :)