Title: Reckless Wonders
Anime: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: HikaKao
Chapter 7
Hikaru climbed the tall tree next to the mansion until he reached the window to the bathroom his twin was in. He pushed it open with his foot, and leapt through the open rectangle into the room. There he was, looking weak and bleeding onto the tile. He had broken a small mirror and as using a shard of it to cute his arms, wrists, hands… even his legs. There was a word on his left arm that was hard to read, as it was written with the four letters above one another, and they letters bled into one another: LOVE.
"Kaoru!" Hikaru shouted in shock, grabbing his shoulders after her ran to him from across the room. The bleeding boy continued to cut himself as though his big brother weren't in the room with him. "Stop that!" he grabbed the bloody glass shard and chunked it somewhere away from Kaoru, hearing it shatter, but not caring about the mess. The real thing that matter right now was that Kaoru was the biggest mess of all.
"Hikaru…" he said softly. Hikaru's look softened as well. Had Kaoru come back to his senses? "Did you like it?" he asked, his yellow eyes dull and far-gone.
"Like it? Like what?" he asked, worried, but not sure why, of what the younger one's answer would be.
"My art…"
"Your… art?" he tried to figure out what he meant by that. Art… art… art? He looked him over and his eyes fell on the large word carved into his arm. He had carved it deep as if he intended for it to stay there forever. "Kaoru…" he said darkly, looking down. His hair fell over his eyes. "What could you possibly mean by that?"
"Love…" he replied. "Simple, yet refined…"
Hikaru shivered a little bit. He didn't know what to do. It was like his baby brother didn't care what anyone thought about anything, anymore. He suddenly hugged him, not caring that his clothes got dirty. He just wanted Kaoru to be safe, but there was nothing that he knew of that he could do. Kaoru didn't reply, or hug back. He just leaned against the door, quietly.
Hikaru took off his dirty clothes, starting with his shirt, his pants, and then his underwear. He removed Kaoru's underwear, as well. The younger twin didn't question anything he did has he stood him up and walked with him into the shower. He turned it on so that the water would be warm, but not too warm. Blood rushed off of the wounds down the drain. He wished that the memories of these hard times between them would wash away, as well, but that was impossible. He would never forget this.
He was afraid to ask him. He was afraid to tell him where he went. He wondered if he could be friends with Haruhi and keep his brother happy. Why would loving her botherhim so? Not that that mattered anymore. He found that there wasn't anything but friendship between him and her, and was relieved. He didn't know why. He wondered if it was because he was afraid of change in his and his little brother's special world. Maybe Kaoru felt the same way about it.
"I agreed with Haruhi that her and I should just be friends. I realized that there wasn't anything between me and her." Hikaru said as he gently washed the blood off of his brother's body. Kaoru didn't reply. "Maybe she can fall in love with Tamaki. That'd be interesting. After all, he doesn't seem to get that he likes her. He's such a spazz." Still, nothing. "Kaoru… say something. You're awake, right? Who am I kidding, you're holding yourself up enough, so you're still awake…"
"I don't know what to say…" Kaoru said so quietly that Hikaru could barely hear him.
"Hmm? I didn't hear you… does your head hurt? Tell me where so I can wash you gently, there." He took some strawberry shampoo and squeezed it into his palm before rubbing it into Kaoru's hair.
"Mmnn…" Kaoru moaned, leaning back against him.
"Am I hurting you?" Hikaru asked.
"No… it feels good… it feels great." Kaoru replied. Finally, the older twin had gotten him to smile again. He smiled, himself, pleased that things felt a little bit more normal between them once again. Hikaru eventually used one hand on his own hair and one hand on his brother's so that they could finish up quickly. The warm water seemed to be washing their troubles and fears away. If this never happened again, maybe the memories would go along with the sweat and blood that washed down the drain. There wasn't enough money in the world that he could give to make things perfect, again.
