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J is for Jocks

Kaoru's POV

We thought it was still a secret. We didn't know that people knew about us. Did they know or was it just because of the Host Club? Secretly, Hikaru and I would sometimes hold hands during the school day when we weren't hosting. Did someone see us?

"Idiot," someone said as a walked down the hall by myself. I looked down, trying to hide the sadness.

"Fairy," I heard someone else say. I gulped, trying to get rid of the feeling like I was going to cry. I was gay, so what, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Disgusting," was the last straw. I let the tears run down my face, looking down to make sure no one saw me. I didn't cry, I usually never cried, but this time I cried.

"Hey, Kaoru, wait up!" Hikaru called out from behind me. I gasped and quickly wiped away my tears with my sleeve.

"Hey," I faked a smile. I was a little afraid to face Hikaru because I was sure that my eyes were red.

"Happy we're going to the Host Club?" Hikaru asked, taking my hand. I nodded, choosing not to look at him.

We finally got to the Host Club, and I let out a breath that I was holding since Hikaru grabbed my hand. I looked around, everything was just like it should be. Honey and Mori were together, Kyoya was writing in that stupid book, Tamaki was bothering Haruhi, and Haruhi was being bothered by Tamaki. I sat on the couch with Hikaru and bit my lip.

"Hey, you ok?" Hikaru slung his arm around me.

"Yeah, I'm ok," I snugged into his chest. I knew he could sense something was wrong, he was tense.

"Sure," I could tell he was rolling his eyes, but he held me tighter. Today we didn't have a theme which I thought was a good thing, because I wasn't in the mood to dress up. Our first guests came and our "acts" began.

"So you see, Kaoru's been a little upset lately, and I'm so glad that I made him smile last night," Hikaru had to bring this up then. Really? The girls start screaming, fainting, or both. I still sat there cuddled up in Hikaru's chest, I didn't want to move.

"Oh, Hikaru, don't tell them that, it's embarrassing," I blushed and hid my face in his chest. It was actually embarrassing, I knew he would bring it up later. I was pretty sure that he saw me cry. After the hosting was done, we finally got to go home. It was about time, but I didn't want to talk.

"Kaoru," I heard Hikaru calling for me. I knew I had no choice but to talk to him.

"Yes," I answered nervously. I didn't know what to say. I really didn't.

"There's something wrong, with you I mean, I can feel there is, what's wrong?" Hikaru asked putting his arm around me once again.

"Something," was all I said, curling up in his chest again. I liked doing that.

"Tell me when we get home, ok?" Hikaru said looking into my eyes. Sometimes the fact that he knew there was something wrong with me was scary. It was like he could read my mind whenever I didn't want him to.

"Ok, let's go home," I said tiredly. The day wore me out. All I wanted to do was be able to go home, tell him, and fall asleep with Hikaru holding me. The ride home was ok, kind of silent, but ok.

"Ok, please tell me, what's the matter?" Hikaru asked once we were home. We sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around my waist, talking about something I didn't want to tell him but I knew I had to.

"You know how girls love us?" I asked the most stupid question ever.

"Yes, I do," Hikaru laughed.

"Well, other boys don't really," I tried telling my story but I was already failing.

"What do you mean?" Hikaru asked tilting his head to the side. That was so cute.

"In school, when you're not around, I get called names ok, it's nothing really, I should be used to it by now," I decided to shut up.

"Since when?" Hikaru's eyes widened.

"Since the Host Club," I told the truth. Did people know who was who or did they think they were calling the both of us names.

"That's a long time, Kaoru, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hikaru looked me right in the eye. I looked away and shrugged, afraid I was going to cry again.

"I didn't want you to worry about me," I confessed.

"I could have taken care of the problem a long time ago, who is it?" Hikaru asked clearly concerned.

"Everyone," I said looking back up at him. Hikaru sighed taking my hand.

"I'm sorry," Hikaru whispered.

"It's not your fault Hika," I smiled, calling him by his nickname I gave him when we were little.

"Don't listen to them, Kaoru, you're too perfect," Hikaru kissed my cheek and smiled.

"You too, Hikaru," I said pecking him on the lips.

The next day was another nightmare, as usual, being called names again. Hikaru wasn't with me either but his voice was in my head.

"Stupid," someone said, I brushed it off.

"Whore," the next said, I brushed that off too. I have Hikaru and his words in my life. He's my weakness and the person to pick me up when I've been pushed to the ground.

"Don't listen to them, Kaoru, they're just jocks, we're better," Hikaru said coming up behind me. I laughed and took his hand, not caring what the others said.

Ok, this one's a little longer than what I usually write, but that's ok. Please review and I'll give you imaginary cake! *gives reviewer "cake"*