Woo! Three whole chapters into this story! So I fully intend to update Rebel. I've just hit the creative wall of writers block. This story has kind of invaded my mind anyway. This story has a good plot going in my head. Hopefully an idea for Rebel hits me soon.
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rainyRae for editing. rainyRae is my hired editor, whom is forced to tell my story is good because she's my sister. Rock on sis!
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I don't own Ouran. Kyouya wouldn't allow that
Random Fact I learned today:
CHROME WORKS SO MUCH BETTER ON MY LAPTOP!
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Kaoru's POV
"So you came here to find a boy that looks exactly like you?" Hannah asks me, once more full of vigor. I take a drink of my coffee.
"Exactly!" I tell her.
"You know, it sounds like you didn't plan this very well," She tells me, a small smile curling her lips.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"How did you think you were going to find him?" She countered my question with a question, a habit I hate.
"I don't know. Guess I didn't plan it very well," I admitted sheepishly.
She was staring at me again.
"The resemblence really is uncanny. You guys look exactly alike. It's crazy," She tells me. I smile saddly.
"I want to know why," I tell her quietly. She looks at me compassionately.
"I'm sure if you guys are meant to come together you will," She tells me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and I can't help but be moved by her support.
"All my life I've felt like I don't fit in here. I've felt so alone, and I've never known why. Now I'm chasing a mystery boy that looks just like me as if he can give me answers," I tell her quietly, my voice cracking on the word "answers."
"You know Kaoru, he may not be able to give you answers, but maybe he can give a place to fit in," she said the words with such a solemn air.
"It's more than that Hannah. He's on my family tree," I tell her. She looks at me obviously in shock.
"Dude," She breathes.
I shrug. We sit in silence for a minute or two
"Do you want to go out looking for him right now?" She finally asks. I try out a smile.
I think I succeed marginally.
"Sounds good," I answer her. We get up and leave the cafe.
"Follow me," She tells me as she grabs my arm and begins to pull me through the crowded side walks.
"Where are we going?" I ask her.
"To the alley where I met him," She answers, giving me a 'd'uh' look. I grin. If he was there once maybe he'll be there again!
She pulls me into a very dimly lit alley. I look around. This does look like a place someone would be mugged.
"What were you doing in this alley to begin with?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows. Something feels off about it.
"I was trying to take a shortcut, so I could meet my curfew," She tells me, but she won't meet my eyes. She looks around, and takes a deep breath. "Hikaru!" She calls. I sit quiet just listening. A stick cracks further down the alley. I whip my head around to look.
"Well now look George, the princess has returned," One figure said to the other approaching.
"Saddly for her we never forget a face," The other figure answered.
"Look, she brought a friend," The other laughed. They kept getting closer.
"Those were the guys," Hannah whispered to me, fear evident on her face.
"Do we run?" I asked her.
"Don't think of it. We'll catch you," The figure by the name of George called. I stood frozen in place. Maybe this was a bad idea. Of course it is a litle voice in the back of my head answers. I tell it to fuck off.
"Don't you low lifes have anything better to do?" A new voice asked. Hannah gasped. Could it be Hikaru?
"Hikaru," She whispers, as though in answer. The muggers look at him, and then proceed to stupidly run past him in an effort to flee. He snorts, obviously agreeing with my assessment of the muggers' IQ's. However, I need him to get closer so I can see him.
"You know Hannah I think you should stay away from here. It's dangerous, and those goons could have away with you." He pauses. "Ah, you thought to bring a friend this time," He chuckled and walked a little closer.
"This is Kaoru," She said to him. He stops dead when the words hit his ears.
"Kaoru?" He makes a sound like a wounded animal.
"It can't be," He whispers. He walks towards us slowly and then stopped short of the light.
"Come out," I whisper to him. I want to see him in the light.
"I'm sorry Kaoru, but you should go back home. Go home, and never come back," He told me before turning and fleeing.
"Wait Hikaru! Come back!" I take off after him. Hannah runs after I do. We turned the corner of the alley, and Hikaru was gone.
"What was that?" I ask her. I feel like a child abandoned on the street or lost in the supermarket.
"I'm not sure," She says sounding confused.
"Hikaru!" I call, a little desperate. The wind picks up.
"Go home Kaoru," I hear his voice echo. I'm getting tired of him telling me what to do. If he can't even face me, what right does he have to tell me to go home.
"Come out here," I say. His figure steps out hesitantly from behind a dumpster. He looks at me.
"I don't know how or why, but you're not safe here," He tells me determinedly. I look at Hannah.
"Hannah, please go home. I'll text you," I tell her. She nods.
"Good night Kaoru," She walks past me, and stops by Hikaru.
"He deserves answers," She tells him with a little bit of righteous anger. With that she stalks off. I quirk a smile. Hikaru turns and watches until her figure disappears. When he turns back to me my smile drops.
"We can talk... but not here," He says. He turns and motions for me to follow. I follow him. We come out of the alley, and then proceed to walk the streets. I take in his appearance. His hair matches mine practically down to the last folicle. He's wearing a black jacket with blue jeans. He glances back momentarily to make sure I'm still following. He leads me to a cafe that is very similar to the one I was in with Hannah and we sit down at a booth hidden in the corner.
He stares at me searchingly and I stare back just as hard. His eyes are curious just like mine. Everything about us is identical. Neither of us speak for a few minutes.
"We're identical," I whisper. His eyes tear away from mine and he looks at his hands.
"Why have you seeked me out?" He asks. He looks as if he were dancing around a point.
"Because I was doing a project on my family tree, and I saw you in the album. There was no name or info, so I asked my mom. She wouldn't tell me who you were, but I heard her whisper your name. I googled it, found an article claiming you'd disappeared. Yet the comments claimed you were alive. I contacted Hannah, and here I am," I explain shortly. He sighs a little sounding relieved.
"So that is all you know of me?" He asks to clarify. He stares at me intensely.
"Yeah," I say, a little put out. He relaxes his posture, and smiles.
"What else do you wish to know?" He asks me.
"Who are you? Why do we look alike? Why are you supposed to be dead? Why aren't I safe here?" The questions tumble out of me. He chuckles affectionately.
"You are quite inquizative. I am Hikaru Hitachiin, but not the one from the article. I was named after him because I looked like him. I don't know why we look alike. Genetics I suppose. I'm not supposed to be dead. I'm only 16. You aren't safe here because New York is dangerous," He tells me. I stare at him.
"I see," I say, a little disbelieving. I frown.
"You look disappointed," He says.
"I don't know. I was hoping for something cool. Like maybe that I have a twin brother or a father," I say, realizing it's true. Sixteen years and I'm still still chasing the idea of a perfect family. He looks at me softly.
"You have a mother, correct?" He asks.
"Yeah," I tell him with a sad smile.
"Well Kaoru, that's one more parent than I have. Families are only perfect if everyone puts in the effort," He tells me. It was almost as if he'd read my mind about the perfect family.
"What was your family like?" I asked him. He smiled saddly.
"I adored my mother. She was a noble woman that always took good care of my brother and I. My brother and I were a lot of trouble, but we were close. My father resents me. He always liked my brother, but for whatever reason I didn't have what it took to make him happy. I lived with my father here, and he kicked me out," He told me. I looked at him saddly.
"I'm sorry. He never tries to find you?" I ask him softly.
"He liked me when we were children, but things changed. I'm not welcome with him anymore," He tells me.
"Where do you live?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"Around," He tells me. That leads me to believe he doesn't have a house.
"Come with me," I tell him.
"To Japan?" He asks. I nodd.
"Yeah," I tell him.
"I can't Kaoru. I can't uproot myself from here. I appreciate your worry, but New York is my home. I just met you, and what if my dad comes looking for me?" He says. I can see in his eyes that he wants his dad to come looking for him.
"That's fair, but Hikaru you said yourself New York is dangerous," I tell him.
"For someone whom does not know of it. It is my home though," He tells me. I frown. His eyes look past me out the window. He frowns. I turn, and look out the window. Two guys are standing there staring at him.
"Wait here," He tells me. Before I can respond he stands up and heads outside. I watch him talk to the guys out the window. Things don't look like they're going well. One of them points at me, and Hikaru starts to look angry. They continue to talk and point. Finally, Hikaru walks into the cafe again.
"Everything ok?" I ask. He looks back outside.
"I really need you to go home," He tells me. I gasp.
"But- ," I start to argue. He raises his hand and cuts me off.
"Look Kaoru, you need to forget about Hannah. You need to forget about New York, and most importantly me. You need to forget about me," He tells me, sounding angry. He turns from me and starts breathing in deeply. I reach out and grab his shoulder. He pulls it away from me angerily. "Stay away from me. Go home," He says. Then he storms out of the cafe leaving me alone.
I stand there for a minute, dumbfounded at everything that just happened. I exit the cafe lonlier than ever before and head in the direction of the hotel.
Once I reach the hotel, I call my mother broken hearted to tell her I'll be coming home tomorrow. I settle into bed ready to face whatever nightmare awaits me. As I stare at the ceiling in the dark I think of my conversation with Hikaru. The way he had no home. How he turned down my offer to come to Japan with me. That's when it hit me, I never told him I live in Japan. A wave or realization hits me all at once. I bolt up racing out the door. I had to find Hikaru. My intuition had been correct.
There is something more going on here.
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