~Hikaru's POV~
Before…
Hikaru woke up early in the morning the day after Halloween. He was up all night eating candy with his brother, and now he felt incredibly sick. He looked over at his sleeping brother, Kaoru, hoping the adorable sight would lighten his mood. But today even his gently little brother couldn't help him feel better.
The maid pushes the door open and sticks her head in. He was still in bed, shirtless with messy hair.
"Hikaru, you must start getting ready for school, breakfast is downstairs."
"Sure thing."
Hikaru rubbed his eyes, stretching as he opened the curtains. Even with light flooding inside the room, Kaoru still snoozed on. Smirking, Hikaru leaned over him, whispering in his ear.
"Kaoru, it's time to wake up."
Kaoru groaned, immediately shielding his eyes from the scorching light from the window. Hikaru thought he looked innocent and cute, but today, there were heavy bags under his little brother's eyes.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked nervously.
Kaoru coughed, shivering. "No…"
"Don't come to school today, I'll get the maids to take care of you, okay?"
"But…"
"No buts," Hikaru interrupted him, smirked as he kissed his nose. "I'll see you when I get home from school."
Hikaru put on his uniform and walked out of the house, dreading to have to go a whole day without his brother at his side.
Little did he know that would be the last time he'd see Kaoru for a long, long time.
School is actually a ten-minute walk, but he never told anyone that, and neither did Kaoru. After passing a couple of houses and taking right, he could see the glistening pink walls of Ouran Academy. While he loved the school, and of course the amazing host club led by King Tamaki, he couldn't wait to go into the real world. He and Kaoru, together, free of the annoyances of homework and dramas of entertained single-minded women. Though he still enjoyed every second of the 'show' they put on as the devil twins.
He walked into the school, sighing, already feeling incredibly lonely. Time ticks by slowly. It would be easier if he had work to do, but of course classes just dragged on, and there was no host club session today. Finally, school was over, and he almost runs out of the school, dashing past the expensive limos that carried other students.
Kyoya offered him a ride home, as the city wasn't a very safe place to travel alone, but Hikaru declined his offer. Sure, the ride would be quicker, but he wasn't really a fan of Kyoya's over-achieving family.
As he walked down the street, a vehicle pulled up beside him, blocking his path. The man inside had his hood pulled up, hiding his hair, but the face looked ridiculously familiar.
"Hey, you need a ride home?"
Blinking, and not thinking completely straight, Hikaru nodded.
The man opened the door, and Hikaru climbed in. The man immediately started driving when he closed the door yet again.
"Who are you?" Hikaru asked, feeling uncomfortable.
"So you're a student at Ouran?" he said, not answering the question but smiling and friendly. I'm wearing my bright lavender uniform, the crest gleaming.
"My cousin goes to Ouran. Do you know him? Saske?"
"Oh, yeah, I know Saske," Hikaru muttered, remembering the ugly and fat kid who used to make fun of Kaoru. "Turn here, that's my street."
"I need to go to my house for a minute to get some money," he said.
Hikaru started breathing heavily, thinking about how weird the situation was. The man pulls into a driveway for a house rather close to the school, with a neat backyard, yet a tiny building for a home in such a rich neighbourhood.
"I'm going to get my money—I'll be right back," he said.
He's back in a minute. "I have something I want to put in here. Can you help me move it?"
"Okay," Hikaru replied, wondering why the man made such an effort to hide his hair. He walked to the back door, stepping inside the shack.
That one step would end up being one of the worst mistakes of his life.
The man locked the door behind them, and Hikaru started to panic, trying to find a way to escape.
"I need to go home!" he shouted. "My brother is sick!"
The man tackles him, holding down his limbs. Hikaru couldn't move, and he was fighting back tears.
"Get off me! Get away from me!" he screamed.
The man put a pillow over his head, yelling at him to shut up. Hikaru could feel chains being wrapped around his arms and legs, and the panic was overwhelming.
"Who are you?" Hikaru demanded, trying to sound tough to his kidnapper.
The man started laughing, and pulled back his hood. Hikaru gasped, screaming.
The man looked just like Kaoru and him, a triplet, an identical copy.
"I'm Saburo Hitachiin," the man announced, grinning like a madman. "No, actually, I'm Hikaru Hitachiin."
That was the moment when Hikaru became a captive, and Saburo started posing as him. Hikaru felt helpless, trapped in chains in a shack that was connect to the school though a tunnel from the basement. He didn't know if Kaoru was still alive or not, but he prayed that he was safe, and that someone would find him eventually.
A week later, a man in black joined him…
