I don't really know why it took me this long to write this chapter, like at the grueling pace of two sentences a week, but I've been trying, bit by bit. It's kinda different from other writer's block I've had, which was not knowing what to write. I know where I'm going with this story, and yet I would sit here staring at a blank page. Why.
.oOo. Chapter Seven .oOo.
A calm Kyoya stands in the open doorway, the light reflects off his glasses as he begins to quietly walk in. There is this tense air surrounding the shadow prince as he approaches. Kaoru slowly sits back down on the couch, now very startled and confused.
"Are… are you alright Senpai?"
"Yes perfectly fine, why do you ask?" Kyoya takes a seat beside Kaoru, placing the laptop he was carrying down onto the coffee table.
"N-no reason," Kaoru decides not to inquire further, knowing well pushing Kyoya would only end badly for him.
"So you talked to Hikaru, then?" Kaoru nods, and Kyoya sighs. "And I can assume it ended badly."
Kaoru nods again, then stares into his lap.
"I thought Haruhi would just join our world, you know? You probably don't. I just… I thought things would be different. I didn't expect to always be left out, to be… left behind," Kaoru whimpered as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "I thought I would be there too, next to Hikaru, like I've always been." Tears begin to spill over again.
Kyoya wraps his arm around Kaoru's shoulders and places a hand on top of his head, pulling him into his chest. Kaoru stopped holding back and throws his arms around Kyoya, who moves their hand to Kaoru's back. Kaoru begins bawling into the shadow king's chest, completely letting go.
"It was inevitable, wasn't it? If not Hikaru, then you may have been the one to pull away at some point. He's your twin, the only friend you've had for years, but there has to be a point where you two become your own people. And you need to stop seeing everything as you against everyone. Don't you see the host club as your friends?"
Kaoru sniffles and looks up to Kyoya. "I do…"
"Then rely on us a little more as well."
Kaoru didn't know how to respond to that. So he just stayed silent, quietly sobbing into Kyoya's chest until he dozed off.
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Kaoru woke up the next morning in Kyoya's bed. His nose felt stuffy and his eyes were definitely red and puffy. He sits up and stretches, taking a look around. The alarm clock next to the bed said nine o'clock. Kyoya seems to already be gone, but his room is an absolute mess.
Why is Kyoya's entire wardrobe just laying around?
"Oh! You're awake!" An older woman with a striking resemblance to Kyoya looks over from her position kneeling in front of Kyoya's dresser. "Kyoya told me not to wake you, so I've been trying to quietly organize his drawers. I wasn't too loud was I?"
Kaoru shakes his head, "No, I didn't hear a thing…"
"Oh! Well you're Kaoru Hitachiin, correct? I'm Fuyumi Shido, Kyoya's older sister," She introduces herself, a wide smile spreading across her lips.
"It's nice to meet you." Kaoru bows his head down respectfully. "Um, you're organizing Kyoya's clothes?"
"Well, yes I thought his drawers were an absolute mess so I took it upon myself to fix them!"
How odd, the last time Kaoru opened a drawer in Kyoya's room to find a button up shirt as an example for a costume, he remembered comparing it to his mother's closet, like the clothes were folded and kept for Aphrodite herself.
Kaoru then got up and walked over to where Fuyumi was trying to stuff the clothes back into the drawers.
She's doing it all wrong.
"Mind if I give you a hand?"
"No no don't worry about this go have yourself some breakfast!"
"I insist." Kyoya might have a fit coming back to his room to see this.
Kaoru then picked up some shirts from the couch and brought them over next to Fuyumi. He started expertly folding them, quickly and perfectly.
"That's the son of a world-renowned designer for you!" Fuyumi giggles. "Can you show me how to fold like that?"
"Sure," Kaoru says as he picks up another shirt.
He begins to slowly go over folding different shirts and pants, showing her what to hang in the closet and what not to, how shoes should be properly stored, etcetera.
Time flew by, and before Kaoru knew it, it was four o'clock.
"This is the cleanest my room has been after a visit from Fuyumi." Kaoru jumps, he didn't notice Kyoya opening the door.
"Isn't it lovely! Kaoru-Sensei here was teaching me all about how to properly keep clothing!"
Kaoru laughs nervously, "Yeah, sorry I got carried away, but it's kind of natural for me when I see clothes like that."
Kyoya walks over to Kaoru and places a hand on his shoulder, looking deep into his eyes.
"Thank you."
That was the most sincere thanks I have ever received. I guess Fuyumi sorts his clothes often.
"Anyway it's getting late, I should head home. I have to finish up some sketches for the next meeting. Bye Fuyumi-San! Bye Senpai, and thank you."
"It's no problem Kaoru."
Kyoya called an Ootori car to take Kaoru home. Kaoru didn't look at his phone until he sat down, and was slightly disappointed to see no phone calls or texts asking where he was all night.
I should have assumed as much, but it still kinda hurts.
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TAAAADAAAAAA I did it ✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。 Thanks for reading! Love you guys (灬'ω' 灬)
