PS: These three elements are also theorized to be attracted to each other with out question.
And remember that "Half" is a japanese reference for someone who is only half japanese.
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What It Maybe Like
Chapter 12
Eyes, they were beautiful eyes. They were the kind that smiled and laughed, twinkled with sorrow and glittered with intelligence. The color unique, not many people had hazel eyes like that, but what was truly the marvel was the shape. The oval like an almond with an almost lazy feline touch. So beautiful. A hand traced the eyes on the poster in the dark, painted nails catching the light from the busy streets of Tokyo. Fingers curled digging into the glossy paper tearing grooves down the face. It was always those eyes that was the cause of the rage that came in fits. That disgusting fury that caused so much to happen just because of those eyes, those pretty, pretty eyes.
"How could you do that?!" the person shrieked in anger. Their fist collided with the wall, knuckles cracking under the power of the strike. "How could you forget about me?! After all that I've done for you!!"
The poster started to peal away from the wall, torn with spatters of blood from a beaten fist. Breath caught in a chest, the tight fist uncurled and caught the paper.
"I'm sorry," they spoke in a low voice as if telling a secret. Smoothing out the paper back onto the wall they pressed their cheek against the poster, tears threatening to spill, "I'm sorry Noboru, don't be that way. I'm sorry."
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School had started up again, the days of summer dying off as students either hurried or shuffled their way past the school gates and into the class rooms. This time around the usual Host Club fans were confused and held back their squeals of delight. The twins were no longer present and it would seem everyone but Haruhi and Kyouya held this tiny bit of sadness deep inside. A few whispers had floated down the hallways questioning what had happened over the break. But that was all and to Kaoru's disgust it really had seemed to be that simple; if it didn't happen to them then it didn't happen at all. He wanted to shout at them all about Noboru, about how wonderful he was; that no matter what had happened Old Man Mutoh had once been alive full of stories and kindness. But they didn't know him, to all the people that had walked around they never existed. They didn't know what Noboru had meant when he said he needed flower petals. All of these blind people, the short sided squealing girls that surrounded the them didn't know that they had attended Mutoh's funeral and baskets of flowers where handed to each person who came. They had no clue that while his ashes were being laid to rest next to his wife in the cold hard ground that everyone threw the petals into the sky, the wind picking them up in a beautiful swirl as if taking him up to heaven.
Kaoru ran his thumb over the built in mouse pad on his laptop ignoring the teacher. No one knew but their friends. And he was positive that he would have disowned them completely if they had acted like nothing had happened, but each and every day Tamaki would meet them at the school gate at the beginning of school and ask them if they were okay. Each and every day when they were going home before the group parted he would ask if there was anything he could do to help. Mori would pat them on the head every once in a while, Honey would try to talk to them any chance he got. Kyouya excused them from club duties and allowed them full contact with Detective Morita, and Haruhi had covered them in class so that they could work on hacking programs and use software that was designed to track people's finances. There wasn't much they could use with out raising suspicion from their parents after all.
He ran his fingers over the keyboard into a chat window. He was still bothered by that dream that Hikaru and he had the morning that Noboru left; he never had it again but that old man's face was so picture perfect in his mind. He was sure that it was significant but he didn't know where to start. He tried dream interpretation sites and books, but nothing fit. And so now, while he was waiting for the finance tracking program to process so he could use it as a guise to slip into hospital records he was currently chatting with an American friend he had for a month or so. She was a sweet girl, a little weird but was worth talking to from time to time. Like any woman she had sensed something was bothering him so he decided to tell her about that dream hoping she wouldn't pry to much. As expected he got the usual response of looking up meanings and blah, blah, blah. Ooo, program was done. Time for some hard core hacking, hopefully those books he read last weak really were worth the money. Quickly setting to work on accessing doctor-client privileged records, he barely heard the bell chime. Students lingered and students went, all unseen by the young man hunched over the portable computer. A bottle of juice was handed to him from one side as his twin leaned on him from the other.
"Any luck?" Haruhi asked watching the screen. Even though they had meant to keep their pursuit on Noboru a secret everyone had found out anyway, it wasn't hard considering how tight-knit the group was. Kyouya had silently offered to help but they declined, they wanted to know the raw truth and not have it filtered through hands that would soften everything.
Kaoru took a drink and handed the bottle over to Hikaru who took a sip and handed it back to Haruhi, "Almost have gained access..."
"But couldn't you just go to Kyouya-senpai for something like this? You'd get the information a lot faster."
"We can't," Hikaru didn't even bother to look at their friend as he watched the screen his brother was typing codes into. "We have to do this ourselves or-"
"I'm in!"
"You are?" Haruhi leaned in to see for herself.
"What does it say?" Hikaru leaned over to get a better view, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder.
Cold, that was the feeling he got from seeing the text. The sensation of numbing anger washed down his spine as Kaoru reached up and laced his fingers with his. The younger of the Hitachiin family read out loud in a hushed voice.
"Mutoh Noboru, file content..." he swallowed, "first hospitalization from suspected group attack..." he felt the cold like his brother. "suffered from contusions suspected to be caused by reverse-bar, hair line fracture in right fibula and blunt force trauma to the parietal bone. Laceration four inches deep cut in eight inch crescent shape. Fetus terminated from laceration... I can't read any more right now."
Kaoru quickly selected what text he needed and saved it onto his hard drive. Exiting out of everything, covering his tracks as quickly as he could, his mind reeling. A soft hand gave his hair a gentle stroke while Haruhi found herself at a lose for words. How was she supposed to tell them that everything was alright when they just found out that Noboru once almost had a baby? What was there to say? To do?
"Hikaru... Kaoru... I'll... see you tomorrow," she hesitated but decided it was best. The school day ended and it was best to let them be alone. Leaving the room she nearly bumped full bodily into Tamaki.
"Haruhi, how are they?" he asked noticing that she was baring him from going inside the empty class room.
"Senpai... they just need some time right now."
"Did they find out anything? Is Noboru okay? Mutoh wouldn't forgive me if something happened to him."
"Far was we know Noboru is fine, but..."
"But?"
"Tamaki-senpai, how do you feel about hermaphrodites?"
To Be Continued...
