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Warning this and the next chapter are ANGSTY…seriously they are sad…

Chapter 6:

As Karou runs from the school and into the storm, he feels numb. No, numb isn't the right word. He feels...feels as if he has been swept up into a funnel of darkness. A cruel twisted assault of emotions on par with the ferocity of the storm overwhelms him, and he must escape. To put distance between Hikaru and himself, and only then will these sinful notions fade. But he knows it's a lie, that escaping is useless, no matter how much distance he puts between them.. No he can't think that way, there had to be a way out, a way to forsake these feelings, to turn them around, to make them pure again. So he can feel whole, but...but the cold harsh truth is the only time he has ever felt complete was in that forbidden moment. When he felt himself dissolve into Hikaru, and he knows he will never feel that with anyone else. But it doesn't matter, it can't matter, he can never let it happen again, never. He couldn't allow Hikaru to stay in this bottomless abyss. No matter how much it hurt, no matter the cost, he will not condemn his brother to this...this sweet misery.

Karou stops and turns back towards Ouran, he takes a shaky step in its direction, the pull of separation almost too much to bare. Hikaru's pain like a searing iron burns his soul. But if he turns back, if he closes that distance, then what? Would they just give into these emotions, this notion of forbidden love. Love, Wait a minute, it couldn't have gotten that far. But as soon as the words slip into his mind, he knows it was true. He loves Hikaru, and not in a brotherly way. Maybe he never has. Oh fate was truly cruel and he was doomed because... because he could never deny Hikaru.

The rain sweeps over him, but he doesn't feel the numbing cold. Any physical pain is dissolved by his mental anguish, and he knows he has no choice. With one final glance he turns from ouran, and Hikaru and back into the torn night. Not knowing where he is going, not really caring, Karou runs down the rain slicked pavement.

Blinded by his emotions, Karou doesn't see the golden lights until it's already too late, and even then his mind does not comprehend there meaning.

An awful screech echoes through the night as the approaching car spins out of control, it's wheels sliding on the slicked surface. Karou's eyes widen, as that spin throws the vehicle straight into his path. Then there is nothing but darkness.

Deep within the cancerous walls of the third music room, Hikaru's sits up, and wipes at his tear stained eyes. Suddenly his face goes pale as dizziness over takes him, and then there is nothing... nothing but blackness.

As thunder screams through the night, The other hosts stare in horror, as Hikaru falls backwards hitting his head against the door. Hahuri is the first to move, to break free from the paralyzing fear gripping them all. She climbs to her feet and rushes to her unconincious friend. Bending down beside Hikaru, she slips her left hand around his waist, and the other just behind his head. As her hand slips through his fiery hair, and towards the base of his skull, a sacking feeling fills her. She pulls her hands back, fear clouding her eyes, as her gaze falls to the malignant red splotches caressing the fingers of her right hand.

Finally pulled from his self-induced guilt, Tamaki gasps his right hand over his own mouth and then shaking accepts Hahuri's out streghted left hand, which he clings to like it's a life line. To there left soft crying can be heard as Mori hold's a sobbing Hunny. Kyouya steps from the shadows of the room, and towards his friends, fear, guilt and above else realization sits untamed in his icy eyes.

For there is no denying just what the sticky substance clinging seductively to Hahuri's fingers is and neither one of them are lost to the reality that it is the same substance leaking from Hikaru's skull, the very substance which is now pooling around him on the marble floor.

Kyouya jumps, as Renege places a hand on his shoulder. Gathering his wits he spins around and glares at her. Forcing her to take a step back, and then her eyes fall onto Hikaru or was it Karou? She could never decipher between the twins, and well she had spent that least thirty minutes or so lost within her own twisted fantasies. Speaking of which where was the other twin?

Pushing these useless thoughts from her mind, she swallows the large lump sticking in her throat, and walks past Kyouya and to the others. Blinking the tears from her eyes she bends down near Hikaru's still, way to still form, and places a single finger against his carotid artery. For an all to long second, Renege begins to panic, hysteria building up in her as her finger, then entire hand searches for a pulse in vain.

Then the most beautiful, magical sound in the entire world fills the room, a pain filled groan.

Hahuri's eyes go wide, as another groan floats up from the awakening boy, she drops Tamaki's hand, ignoring the hurt expression in his eyes, and runs towards the now sitting boy. Hikaru looks up at her in confusion, as she pushes Renege out of the way and hugs him. Hikaru gingerly removes himself from Hahuri's embrace. His own mind recoiling from the ache in his head, focuses on a single thought, Kaoru.

Renege goes flying, and then collides with Kyouya before falling to the ground. Kyouya offers her a warm smile and an outstretched hand. Ignoring his gesture she pulls herself to her feet, and then moves towards an already moping Tamaki.

Suddenly Hikaru jumps to his feet, running past a shouting Hahuri, he dashes into the hallway.

The others stare after him, for a brief moment before Hahuri speaks stating the obvious, "should he be running like that"?

Kyouya shakes his head, pulling out his cell phone he explains, " I would guess at the very least he needs stitches." He turns from his friends, dials and then shouts orders into the cell before flipping it close and turning back to his friends. "He might have a concussion," He takes three long strides across the room until he is standing at the open doorway, and as he slinks past the threshold, almost as an afterthought says, " I called an ambulance, we probably should round the twins up, before Hikaru cause any more damage to himself." Then without a second thought he starts off in the direction of their fading friend.

Hahuri takes a hesitant step outside the sanctuary of the Host club, to only recoiled backwards as another ripple of Thunder tears through the heavens. It is only when she feels Tamaki's hands, gripping her shoulders, pushing her back into the hall that she is able to muster her courage enough, and continue towards the doorway that Hiakru was fastly approaching.

The next 30 seconds were a blur, all Hikaru knew was that Karou... that something was wrong. He could feel the bond between them weakling, it was almost at the point where he could barley feel his twin at all. Never before in his life has Hiakru been more afraid, and as the hurried shouts from his friends echo from behind, he sees the door to the school yard glinting before him like a long lost beacon, and then he was through that door, and into the raging storm.

Yet, he didn't feel the cold rain, and malicious wind nipping at his body, nor did he even register the bolt of pain licking at his skull, and as the other's also entered the storm, and Hahuri's screams reviled the shaking thunder, Hikaru's blurred vision falls onto a still form laying in the middle of the road, and he knew, he knew it was Karou.

Then before he knew it, he was also sitting in the middle of the road cradling his brother's lifeless body in his arms, screaming his name until his voice was raw...and then...then it was gone. The connection that sealed them together, the notion of oneness, the feeling that he would never be alone...was just gone! Even though he was holding his twin, even though he could feel Karou's body pressed up against his own, he couldn't feel him, deep inside, he couldn't feel him. As he bends down and brushes his twin's hair with a shaky hand the realization hit's home, and even when in stark denial of this cruel turn of fate, even then when he presses his own soft lips against his mirror's cold ones, even then it won't return. Karou, was gone, and Hikaru was empty, utterly and entirely empty.