A/N: Upon request, another chapter is posted. I wrote this one not long after writing my angsty Kaoru story. I didn't like the ending cause I frankly could never see Hikaru hitting Kaoru. However, it made for a good ending, at least in my mind. Plus, I was depressed over the whole HikaruHaruhi thing (which doesn't exist cause Hikaru loves Kaoru, you could say I'm in denial) So anyways, I thought I'd separate the two with a funny story. But this is the follow up of 'Sadness' and it's from HIKARU'S POV!!!! So yeah, don't get confused. I'm going to be posting two more stories after this, both funny. So bear with me through this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High characters. (and for those who slightly understood my rambling Spanish, this is basically what I was saying, adding in my few quirks such as 'Kaoru with Hikaru is hot' 'Kaoru con Hikaru son caliente' Ja. Eat stroodle.)

---Simple Hatred---

I hate it.

The way you move is different. The way you act is different. The way you talk is different. Why? Because of her, I hate it. I hate her... but I love her. She was the only one... the only one who could tell us that we were different and mean it. You think I like her for this... and I do. I appreciate it. We are DIFFERENT after all... but... no matter how much we know about each other, I can't help but feel that you know nothing. I love her... but not like that. I am grateful to her, to be sure, but you do not understand. You think it is because I have feelings for her. You're wrong... so wrong... and this is why you act indifferent towards me. Although we put on our little shows as usual, hold each other, embrace each other... your grip is a little less tight and your words, a little more drone.

Nobody notices, after all, we are acting. Acting like we do everyday... however, "acting" for us is so very different than perceived. Our "acting" is really our form of expressing our love for each other... but ever since that day... Our acting became just that, acting. You don't make it obvious... and it isn't. To anyone, that is, except me. I can read you like a book. You think I like her and you're trying not to show your anger... your betrayal, your sadness.

And for that, I hate her.

She has taken you from me in a sense. She has plagued your mind, even go to lengths to rob you of it. How can you not see? It is not her to whom I cherish and adore... it is you. The one who has been with me since I can remember. The one who has stood by me, comforting me, supporting me. You were the one who made me to realize, I have someone more important than the world to me. It was you.

You think that just because I am grateful towards her, I have feelings for her.

How could you be so stupid...?

I hate it.

The way you try not to bring it up, and if it arises, you try to fight it off, make pretend that you are not sad then try to engage me in a different conversation. You try not to cry... you try not to look down at the floor and obtain a troubled face. You try to smile... to laugh, to make jokes... but you are so transparent it is actually painful for me to watch.

But what is more painful... is not being able to tell you, you're wrong.

And even more painful than that... to not be able to tell you, you're my most precious person...

You would call me a liar.

Tell me it's wrong and that I SHOULD like Haruhi, for the best.

We should forget we ever had feelings for each other... there is no way we would be accepted as we are. We are different yet the same... we carry the same genes, the same face... yet we are different.

If we are different, why can we not love each other?

It gnaws away at my being, reminds me constantly that we cannot go on "acting" as we do now. We cannot be together in the same room. We can't be in the same classes, share the same bed, or even share the same friends...

Because... that would only draw us closer together.

I hate it. I hate this.

This life is confusing enough without having you by my side. Don't leave me. Stay with me. I don't love her, I love you. I don't care that we are the same, we are different after all. Just stay with me...

Don't leave me here alone.

Because... I find I would hate that most of all.

---End