Sorry for the long wait once again, but I have been settling some, personal accounts. And I have got to say, I feel great. (:

So enjoy this chapter of Runaway, because I intensely enjoyed writing it. Even though its short D:

Kyoya sighed as he placed his coffee on the table in front of him. He stared at the paper for a few more moments before letting his eyes close. Somehow he thought that this entire thing wouldn't be this complicated (or dangerous.) he figured Kaoru would live for about 3 years or so away before coming back, and then Hikaru would stop acting like a spoiled brat that had his candy taken away.

But no. Life just had to go and force him to relocate them to another country. Never mind that he could do it, it was just all of the paperwork for the two of them. And then there is the reason why they had to be relocated. How had that teenager find out about Kaoru in the first place? He knew they were hiding something and the fact that infuriated him was that he couldn't do anything about it. He just had to accept the report from Clarisse.

Hopefully they wouldn't repeat whatever had happened in America.

Hopefully.

Kaoru laid in his bed staring at the ceiling of his room for the third night in a row. He was glad that the old man took him in like that. What he wasn't happy about was the sudden training that he had been thrown into, but he couldn't oppose the chance to learn how to defend himself. Not after what happened in America.

After Clarisse told her father about everything, he stared at Kaoru for a good while before deciding to let him join his children class. (And aside from him being the tallest, oldest, and worst in the class) he rather enjoyed what he was learning, just not yet. He was convinced that he would enjoy the results in the long run though, and that was what really mattered.

He sighed as he turned to his side, the red head was quite sore from being thrown to the ground by kids half his size, but was happy that he did it as well.

Something you learn quickly in his class was that, those little kids are tough… and slightly scary.

Kaoru shivered at the thought of fighting Melanie again.

Despite the little girl's size, (smallest in the class) and the fact that she wore her blond hair in braided pigtails, she was a fireball. She would dart around her opponent before throwing them off balance and pinning the other to the ground. She used her size as an advantage and she used it well, which was one of the reasons that Clarisse's father almost always paired them together.

She had taught him and helped him with moves as much as she could. (Just the showing of the technique to him often had him on the floor with the air knocked out of him)

"The key to understanding is experiencing."

That sentence was hanging above the entrance to the dojo. And no one truly understands until they have a lesson. This, in Kaoru's mind, is a lesson in it of itself. Quite a mind flip there, right?

Hikaru looked at himself in the mirror, in truth he looked horrible. Bags under his red eyes, and his hair held a sickly color to it. He closed his eyes before sniffing to keep his tears at bay. He should be happy right? His brother is getting better (as far as he knows) and is learning to get along without him.

That was it. He was getting better without him. They are twins; they are supposed to get better together. Not who knows how many miles away from each other.

With this thought Hikaru let his tears fall silently. How could he have not seen how Kaoru was? How could he have not noticed? The red head's head shot up to glare at his reflection, 'This was YOUR entire fault'.He fisted his hand before pulling back to hit his reflection. He paused when he pulled back, realizing that his reflection looked just like Kaoru, right before he ran away, the bags underneath his eyes, the look of helplessness, the tears.

"I'm so sorry." He said to the reflection letting his arm fall limply to his side. Hikaru stood there staring for a few seconds before going back to his bed and falling on it. He picked up the picture that he fell asleep with every night, and touched the younger's face, "I'm sorry Kao."

He closed his eyes before putting the picture frame to his chest and fell into a restless sleep.

Opening his eyes the next day, the red head sat up slowly and put the picture on his bedside table. He sat cross-legged on his bed before thinking out everything. After a good hour, he looked up; his eyes back to their natural color and with determination in them. If Kaoru was using this to get better then he would too.

A small smirk started playing on his lips finally figuring out a way to get his twin back.

Hikaru jumped out of his bed and got ready with the most energy he has had in the past few months put together. He brushed his hair not really paying attention to his reflection and put down the comb. He finally looked at himself and didn't try to hide the grin that was settling on his features.

Hikaru Hitachiin was back.

:P Soooo? I really like how this came out and hope that you did too!

TYPO