Oh. My. God. 48 reviews! I LOVE YOU GUYS MORE THAN THE HARRY POTTER REVIEWERS BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY BOTHER TO REVIEW! I LOVE YOU ALL Especially the ones that reviewed the last chapter: ArtemisisSymmetrical, Tenshi Yami- Angel of Darkness, xXGred-ForgeXx, imotakubro, HaloGod623, Springbebay, brings074065, SohmaRoolz, Shadow Veli and MissVenusVixen.
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"– I can't wait to see you! And how you dressed Haruhi as well, just think, after this we can sleep in the same bed again as long as you like … I wonder if Haruhi is bothered with that; something we'd ask her in the future yeah? Anyway, I'm almost there – see you!"
The tension was almost unbearable in the waiting room; the nurse hasn't come in hours. Kyouya sat in the expanse of Tamaki's legs, hiding his face in the crook of his boyfriend's hair while said boyfriend was shaking almost visibly- tears threatening to come out. Haruhi was at a distance from them, a handkerchief given by a kind resident patting furiously at her tears as she hugged herself. Kaoru on the other hand had free tears spilling angrily and he didn't even have the heart to wipe them away. On his left hand, a phone of his territory.
He pressed the button. "Hey Kaoru – I can't wait to see you! And how you dressed Haruhi as well, just think, after this we can sleep in the same bed again as long as you like … I wonder if Haruhi is bothered with that; something we'd ask her in the future yeah? Anyway, I'm almost there – see you!"
And after, a ring and silence (besides Haruhi's and Kaoru's sobs) as Haruhi, Kyouya and Tamaki had stiffened at the sound of his voice again.
"Hey Kaoru – I can't wait to see you! And how you dressed Haruhi as well, just think, after this we can sleep in the same bed again as long as you like … I wonder if Haruhi is bothered -."
"Will you please stop that?" Haruhi rose up in a state so frighteningly. Tamaki and Kyouya made a sound of surprise. "I can't … can't bear to hear his voice now." She said through choked sobs. Kaoru stayed dangerously silent.
"And you're not helping by replaying his voice message again and again!" She gasped out through sobs and if they were absent, Kyouya was pretty sure she would be screaming out her lungs.
"You're not the one helping." Kaoru said darkly – so out of character that Haruhi gaped at him noisily. "If you didn't ask for a fucking holiday – thank you – then Hikaru never would have left and he would have never had to fill those fucking forms!"
"DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO CRY!" Kaoru raged through angry sobs. "He could have stayed …" He said softer this time; almost like a scared baby. "YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE HIM!"
The boy spilt his feelings for the first time and unable to stop it either. The series of sensations splitting him apart almost gave him a head ache as he sat down almost on instant, tucked his knees under his chin and started to sob brokenly. This only made Haruhi cry harder.
Kaoru felt himself being pulled up and into a warm, comforting embrace and a tuft of blonde hair covering his nose. He started to breath heavily, attempting to rid of the tears but of no use as he stood there. In Tamaki's embrace.
A creaking disturbance either broke the tension or piled it up a million times higher – so high it was almost unbreakable.
The four rose up so quickly, the lack of air from which they held their breath made their heads spin.
"How is he?" Haruhi's shaky voice asked.
The nurse smiled wearily at her. "Your friend has been hurt pretty badly but we're relieved to say there wasn't any permanent damage that we've known of. He hasn't woken up since the incident and legally, I need permission the feed him some pain killers when he does," She said, smiling fondly at their relieved faces.
"No 'if he does'?" Kaoru asked tiredly pain shown clearly on his face.
"No if he does." The nurse confirmed. "Now if someone would so kindly fill in the forms-."
Kyouya stood up, his glasses refusing to show his eyes and followed the nurse out the door. Tamaki smiled knowingly at his action. A few minutes passed and Tamaki was comforting Kaoru, rubbing his back in hopes for the 'I adore you' action. His eyes were still puffy and his head full of doubt.
What if an accident happens?
"Kyouya's doctors are the best, Kao." Tamaki probed gently. All Kaoru could do was nod shakily.
The door opened once again, followed by rising up actions by Haruhi, Tamaki and Kaoru. Kyouya stood at the doorway followed by a kind looking man with foreign red hair darker than the twins. "I've convinced the doctor to extend the visiting hours. But only for family." He said.
Kaoru all but shot up and hugged him – and suspiciously, Kyouya didn't look surprised at all and patted his back awkwardly yet somewhat caringly. "Can I see him now?" Kaoru asked desperately.
"I'm getting to that," Kyouya chided softly. He then met Haruhi's puffy red eyes and Tamaki's hopeful crystals. "Haruhi, Tama, you'll have to leave. There's no use of you here and they're only permitting family to see him first."
With a nod, Tamaki sensibly urged Haruhi to follow him, planting a kiss on Kyouya's cheek before pulling Haruhi to go.
"Kaoru, I suppose you can go on your own. Come find me on your way back; I'll call one to bring us both back home." Kyouya said at once. Kaoru would have been shocked at how much he showed to care if not for curiosity and desperateness to see his brother.
Nonetheless, the boy shook his head, not accepting his act. "Kyouya, go home. I'll call a cab – you've already done so much – thank you," He forced out.
He swore he saw a smile as Kyouya nodded, patted his back and left.
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"Hitachiin, Kaoru?" A woman called out with a slight accent Kaoru was none too fond of. Yet the boy stood up quickly.
She nodded, gesturing him to follow. They had reached a white room as large as Kaoru's and Hikaru's shared bedrooms. White walls, white floors, white curtains and Kaoru felt sick enough. He had wondered how his brother would look like now. They passed a bed, curtains drawn up to reveal an empty sheet … another bed, an elder man sleeping restfully … another and the woman stopped. The curtains covered the view and there hung a label Kaoru didn't even need to read. Hitachiin, Hikaru.
"His bones will definitely heal if he gets enough rest; his ribs because of the blow have been fractured – though I'm not so sure of –."
"Miss, with ado respect can you please not say anything?" Kaoru breathed out in less than an exhalation. The nurse seemed to understand because she blushed madly.
"I'm sorry!" She said quickly. "I'm really sorry, I've been assigned but I really didn't know what to do; Ootori thought I took the last class but I really haven't and it's my first day here-."
Kaoru shut her up with a particular look. Though he felt pity of her because he sighed and nodded wearily and with a pause, the nurse slid the curtains apart.
Beep … beep … beep
Kaoru was familiar of this sound thanks to daily hours of watching dramatic anime with his brother. His brother's heart-beat was normal. At least Kaoru thought so. His lip quivered dangerously as he took the sight of Hikaru laying peacefully, eyes shut down gratefully, his finger pegged up into this device Kaoru did not know of. The quilt drew down to Hikaru's waistline.
What Kaoru was most horrified of though, was the mean scratchy looking bandages coiled around his brother's rib flesh, his face was swollen and a nasty bruise on his cheek which Kaoru now understood when the nurse from earlier said that he hit his face on the car door from the blow.
With an unnerving, soft sob, Kaoru strode forward, pulling a white useful, plastic chair next to the bed and held Hikaru's free hand. Free, lifeless, sleeping hand and squeezed.
"You don't …" The nurse said softly and uncertainly. "You don't need to cry." She exhaled and Kaoru looked at her. "He was fairly lucky that he didn't take as much damage to rest in a coma." She said calmly, beaming comfortingly at Kaoru as if he needed to be reassured.
"I'm not an expert yet but I know this car crash wasn't as fatal as some others Yuki took in before … so … so be okay, okay?" She said, tears almost outshining her blue eyes. Kaoru smiled fondly at her this time actually thankful for her unprofessionalism.
"Thank you …" He heard himself say and peered down at her name card. "Ai. Thank you Ai." He smiled when 'Ai' beamed down at him.
"You look exactly like each other…" The nurse commented softly. "May ask for your name?"
"My name is Kaoru." He nodded.
"Kaoru …" She said as she nodded before confirming he was alright and left the area.
Kaoru peered down at his lifeless brother. He felt vomit rising up in his throat. Someone needed to be here; to look after him and Kaoru won't leave him. The helpless figure felt as if he was about to cry.
I should have been there … I could of shared his pain,
He didn't have to be like this alone.
I deserve this more than he does.
The same red-headed figure came to tell him it was getting late and he should start thinking about getting home. He refused – but the strict looking nurse (not Ai) ushered him out no matter how loud he cried.
He breathed out, droplets of fog withdrawing from his breath and into the cold air once he reached the outside. With a back glance over his shoulder and into the building where he thought Hikaru's room was, he sighed. Be safe, brother Hika.
He decided walking in no particular direction. Trust in the policemen to find his sleeping body in the middle of nowhere and bring him home. Right now, he didn't care of what his parents take him of, of this night.
He stared at his feet as he walked; a habit he picked up of when Hikaru was not with him. His mother corrected it was careless, and he might walk straight into a blade, as his mother says.
Crazy woman … He wouldn't likely bump into anything-
"Oof," Kaoru looked up alarmingly.
"Ow that hurt," A man that looked slightly older than him rubbed his cast very carefully. He had a cast stuck to his arm and a sling carrying it from over his shoulder.
"Sorry," Kaoru mumbled but wasn't quite sure he had heard it. He took his time to study the man; glossy blonde hair – the exact shade of Tamaki's, his features were feminine and Kaoru didn't imagine it this time. He looked dull and weary and Kaoru got his arms out ready because he thought the man was about to collapse any minute.
"I'm sorry," He repeated audibly and placed his hands on the shaky man's shoulders to stop him from trembling.
"No, I'm sorry; I didn't see where I was going and-." The man looked up and nearly jumped. "It's you!"
Kaoru was about to reply in confusion when another man came up with a concerned face to wrap his arm around the raven's waist.
"Are you okay, kitty?" He said teasingly.
The 'kitty' blushed slightly. "Daisuke, I told you not to call me that!"
Kaoru, frowning at the affectionate display, decided to speak up. "Excuse me, but what do you mean it's me?"
His interruption seemed to have worked because they stopped and stared at him. "You were in that car crash!" That kitty guy accused.
"No, that was my brother," Kaoru replied and even he was surprised of how calm the tone of which he said it was. The man's face gleamed of understanding.
And then kitty's face fell. "I'm truly sorry … I was the driver,"
Kaoru's face fell.
The older man saw this and flushed the way Ai had before. "I'm really truly sorry … I never meant for this to happen." He breathed harshly. "He-he asked if we could go over seventy and I was stupid enough to comply. I'm really, really sorry; you don't-don't know how much I am-." His voice broke and he looked away in shame.
Daisuke laid a reassuring arm on his partner, rubbing his shoulder gently.
"It's okay." Kaoru said helplessly, not wanting to witness yet another person cry.
The dominant of the two wrapped his arms around kitty and stared at Kao. "It was no one's fault. But what he did was still wrong," He chided provoking a small sob. "The least we can do if offer you dinner."
"Oh no, I couldn't!" Kaoru said, rising up his hands. "I don't want to intrude."
"You won't be." He replied. "Come on, our house isn't far from here."
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It turns out that the two that invited Kaoru to dinner were actually dating. Kitty's real name was Hiroshi and got the nickname 'kitty' because Daisuke figured that he purred while sleeping – laughing openly when Hiroshi blushed, mumbling things on instant.
It turned out that Hiroshi had fractured his arm from the car crash and Kaoru (although it was ridiculous) felt as if his brother should have just fractured his arm as well.
"How long have you two been dating?" Kaoru asked as he prodding his fork at some kind of noodle he hadn't identified yet. The people were commoners, undoubtedly.
"About a month now." Hiroshi who Kaoru just learnt was twenty one and his partner was just two years older said.
"Though we still haven't come out because ickle Hiro's still ashamed of me." Said Daisuke.
"I'm not ashamed of you!"
"Really? Can you say it with a straight face? Come on,"
Kaoru smiled as the two bickered on. Despite the fact that the couple looked nothing like each other, Daisuke and Hiroshi's relationship reminded Kaoru strongly of his and Hikaru's relationship. A dominant and submissive.
"Honestly, Hiro." Daisuke rolled his eyes, stretching back. "And you call yourself a professional doctor."
"You're a doctor?" Kaoru spoke out of the blue.
"Yeah," Hiroshi nodded. "Taxi driving is just a backup job. Can't afford to get broke." He mumbled tiredly.
"Honestly, Kaoru you should have seen his reaction when they took your brother in!" He mocked. "Look, I'm a trained professional and it's my fault that this young man here nearly died and all. They shooed him away." He chortled, laughing for a bit but when he saw Hiro's and Kaoru's face the laughter died down.
He shook his head motionlessly and stared at the weird smelling bottles filled with liquid Kaoru couldn't identify.
"Well, cheers to inhumane humans and their saggy professionalism." He mumbled, lifting a glass.
"'Suke! He's only seventeen!"
"So what? Let the boy learn. I had my first drink at sixteen."
"That was back then!"
"You're making it sound like I'm ancient!"
"You are ancient!"
"I'm only two years older than you!"
"You're a bad example!"
"Look who's with bad example."
"Daisuke!"
"You're only with me so you can receive pleasure right? I say- you're so pure. I have to go more than slow with this little anti-masochist."
"I am a masochist! You get me horny every time of the day! I got caught yesterday for wanking in Wang's class!"
There was a pregnant silence. Hiroshi instantly covered his mouth.
"Cheers to wanking in class then." Daisuke said.
Kaoru grinned. "I'd drink to that."
I just realized, I promised you guys angst before! Damn, I forgot! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter please review. I hope you guys aren't too turned off by the OCs.
