"She'll never love you, you know." The twins materialise out of the shadows beside him, watching him watch Haruhi walk away.
"She's still in love with Tamaki," Kaoru says, smirk widening as Kyoya does not deny. "She's not going to love you-"
"-even if you do follow her around like a puppy," Hikaru continues seamlessly. "The best point man in the business, and you're always following her." A dash of something approaching jealousy edges into his voice. "She's beautiful, and brilliant, and utterly in love with Tamaki. Even though he's dead."
Kyoya clenches his fists, then slowly releases them. The twins do not fail to notice.
"Jealous?" Hikaru's grin is filled with wicked glee. "Jealous of a dead man, Kyoya? How unbecoming."
"And now following his wife, tying yourself to her in her mad[1] quest for redemption. Do you really love her that much?" Kaoru is softer, his words filled with more wonder than wickedness.
It is this softness that causes Kyoya to lower his defences, words spilling out that he had never intended to be known. "Not her."
Kaoru's eyes widen. Quietly, he pulls a reluctant Hikaru back into the shadows, leaving Kyoya alone in the dark of the warehouse, thinking of a promise he made himself long ago. It was never about her.
Suicidal?