The Thirtieth Day Tuesday

Something was bugging Hikaru, and he couldn't figure it out.

Kaoru wasn't there after club, and he didn't say where he was going. Hikaru sat all alone in his bedroom, just staring at the ceiling, and wondering where his life was going to. Surely, his love with his brother was not allowed, and his parents already were upsetted over this. Then again, they just weren't allowed to do it in the house, so they could do it anywhere else. All their life they got looked at weird, why should it be any different now?

For some reason though, Hikaru felt particularly lonely this afternoon, and he was rather upset with Kaoru for another reason. However, he didn't know what it was that he was upset at Kaoru over, and his stomach hurt from the odd sensation of being mad at his twin.

"I'm home!" A voice chimed as the bed sunk down at the greeting of a new body.

"Damn straight you are," Hikaru hissed.

Kaoru felt unsure of what was going on. He thought his brother would be happy, and gleeful to see his little twin. His stomach churned and that cursed thought bled through his mind again, through his barrier of happiness as it weakened once again. What if he's not the one?

Just the thought of his brother gone make Kaoru weak. A life without Hikaru wasn't a life at all, but an eternal hell. Kaoru knew this quite well and he didn't want his brother to leave him, nor did he want to leave his brother again. Still unsure and feeling sick, Kaoru's hand reached out to pull himself close to that body, but his body recoiled at the rememberance of where he was going to be the rest of the night. So he spit it out, "I'm going with a friend to the movies tonight."

"Freaky Neko, right?" Hikaru spat, still annoyed.

The frown finally cut through Kaoru's defenses and was displayed on his face, while the tears were still tugging, arguing with the concience of Kaoru. Finally, he swallowed what he was sure was regret and replied, "Why do you sound so jealous?"

"You stare at him a lot, and then you run off without telling me?" Hikaru hissed angrily.

"I did tell you! You were too... busy with Haruhi!" Kaoru argued.

"Was not, you liar."

Kaoru choked and he muttered, "Idiotic bastard."

He dashed out of the room and the longer Hikaru lay there, the more that thought sank into him. What if Kaoru dies tonight? The last thing I said to him was that he was a liar, and he called me a bastard. I know he doesn't really think that, but he'd feel horrible if he died knowing he never said that he loved me. Maybe I should call him, you know, just to say that I love him and whatnot, then he can get back to that damn movie that I couldn't go to.

Hikaru reached for his phone, but the longer he thought, the more furious he became, and he finally decided he wasn't going to call Kaoru. He was too upset for that.

With Kaoru: Movie Theater

You could call it a date; you could call it a friendly trip, or you could call it an annoyance, all of them would work.

The younger boy sat with the third year, watching yet another horror movie, Kaoru's easiness slowly creeping out of him and into the theater and it seemed that the boy next to him just ate it up. More uneasiness and fear crept into the boy, and his stomach churned even harder, and Kaoru was wondering if his idiotic stomach muscles needed to do this to him, when he was on a type of date. He couldn't keep his mind off of his elder brother. The boy leaned forward, the hands clutching his stomach as the eyes stared blearily at the screen upon the wall with the horrible monsters screaming and tearing flesh. Kaoru was used to stuff like this, it was the type of things dreams were created from, only, most of the time it was either him who was the monster or someone else was the monster. It didn't matter.

"Scared?" That soft voice finally cut through the barrier.

The amber eyes darted to him, trying to speak something baffling, so they couldn't be read. Luckily, Nekozawa couldn't read his eyes anyway, so it didn't matter that much that Kaoru was trying to hide his uncertainty, his fear, his longing, his stomach-ache from too much stress. Still, the amber and cat-like eyes dug into his irises, and he found himself looking away to take a breather. What was going on here?

"Yeah," Kaoru replied. "Or sick."

Nekozawa nodded and he stood up slightly and pulled Kaoru out of the theater and into the bathroom and shoved him into a stall. Kaoru stood, baffled as he stood in the stall and turned around to look puzzlingly at Nekozawa.

"Ume-kun, what was that about?" Kaoru asked, nervously.

"You said you were sick, didn't you?" Nekozawa asked.

Kaoru blushed and muttered, "Well, yes, but I... I don't think I mean throw up sick. I think I mean... love sick."

The dark gothic boy nodded and suddenly shoved himself into the stall and he shut and locked the door before he climbed a bit on to the toilet, ducking enough so he couldn't be seen over the top. The youngest twin was about to ask what he was doing when he heard footsteps, and he thought it'd be odd to hear two boys talking in the same stall in hushed voices. He kept his mouth shut, but his eyes glaring at the older man.

"Damn, I am so tired," A voice groaned. "Movies are irritating, aren't they?"

"Then why did you come?" Another scowled.

"My girlfriend wanted me to."

"Girls are a handful. What do you say about her?"

Something must have been shared between the men.

"Why not?" One laughed. Probably the first one, who said he was here with his girlfriend. "I don't see why we can't."

Then his cell rang.

"Shit!" Kaoru cussed as his phone began ringing in his pocket, the sound most likely loud enough for the creepy men to hear. "No no no! Hikaru! You idiot! Why the hell did he call right now?"

"Rats?" The voices came as the door swung open to reveal Kaoru trying to silence his phone and Nekozawa seeming like he wanted to dissapear into the shadows. "Just like I thought, I thought I smelt some eavesdropping rats. It wouldn't have been so bad had you two finished up and left, but now you heard what we were talking about, and we can't let the police hear about it. So guess what? You kids are lucky! You get to come with us."

Kaoru tried to swallow the lump in his throat, the regret? Tears started to fall down his face and he did the only thing he could think of.

"Hikaru..." Kaoru whined. "I want my Hikaru."

It was something new. Danger without the other. Sure enough, Kaoru had gotten into bad situations before, but Hikaru was never far away, he was always there to comfort the younger twin. Surely, Hikaru would cry for Kaoru in the same situation. Or maybe he wouldn't. Kaoru thought that perhaps, Hikaru saw him as inferior, and that he was infact his protector, and it could never be vice versa. All in all, it depressed Kaoru all the same, and soon enough, Kaoru found himself hopeless and in the goth's arms in a strange car, stuffed in the back. It was a big truck, like a shipping truck, and they were probably shipping, so Kaoru had to cuddle close to Nekozawa. His brother couldn't be contacted, for his cellphone had been taken away from him by the big guys up in the front. There was a girl up with them too. Of course, the two in the back already knew what was going to happen to her.

"I want my Hikaru," Kaoru whispered as he snuggled closer to Nekozawa, looking for more warmth as there was a lack in this truck, and Kaoru was sick, so he felt an extra lack. "I want Hikaru."

"It's alright Kaoru, Bereznoff will keep us safe," Nekozawa whispered into Kaoru's hair and wrapped his arm around him. "I know that doesn't mean much to you Host Club kids, but I just thought I'd let you know that they'll take care of us. After all, Bereznoff likes you, a lot."

Kaoru blushed and placed his hands onto Nekozawa's arm that wrapped around him. A blanket of peace spread over Kaoru and he began to feel himself drift off as he was so close to this man in dark robes. Something dashed at Kaoru's mind and nagged, poked, stabbed. His stomach-ache came back, and for some odd reason, he longed to hear the older boy's voice again. So deep, his face muscles so strong, his arms so strong as well. He was so developed, and yes, within a short amount of time, he would be labeled an adult. Kaoru still had over two years until he could call himself an adult.

"It means a lot to me," Kaoru whispered, trying to tease the man into speaking again. "I'm not like the others."

"I know that," Nekozawa whispered.

The voice tingled Kaoru's mind and his spine shocked and he blushed a little deeper, letting his body fall backwards so he looked up at the voice and he discovered that Nekozawa was staring at him as well. The blush deepend and Kaoru's facial features twisted as he tried to explain why he was looking at him and blushing, but Kaoru couldn't speak. For so long, he'd teased him, Hikaru and Kaoru had teased Nekozawa on various amounts, and Kaoru was beginning to find himself some respect in those eyes. They weren't dark and alien like usual, they were kind, worried, and caring. A shot ran up Kaoru's nerves in his whole body, and he began wondering what that was. He had felt that somewhere before, when Hikaru reached past him to turn the water on in the shower once, the body so close, the skin rubbing across his. There wasn't any contact right now.

"Sorry," Kaoru apologized as he tried to shoot forward, but the hands of Nekozawa stayed strong, and the eyes dug into Kaoru's this time, this man wasn't going to let Kaoru avoid him so easily, if there was something to say... it had to be said. Or it had to be communicated in hard staring. Another bolt ran through Kaoru and he struggled.

"There's not enough room, we'll wind up in an even worse position," Nekozawa responded. "I'm trying to make this as easy as possible on both of us, okay Kao-chan?"

Another blush attacked Kaoru's face and he held his breath as the truck hit a bump and the two sprawled out on the floor, and Kaoru couldn't breath at the position. Kaoru struggled and turned himself around, so he stared down at Nekozawa's face, instead of laying ontop of him.

"Sorry," Kaoru apologized again.

"It's okay," Nekozawa whispered. "Can we sit up again? I don't want to hit another bump with my head on this ground."

So Kaoru moved back a bit and Nekozawa sat upright, the two facing eachother, in close quarters, and the goth was right, there wasn't enough room for them to switch positions and as they hit another bump, Kaoru was thrusted into the cat-lovers arms. Kaoru raised his head and was about to apologize again, his face in a fluster, when the puppet covered his mouth and Nekozawa whispered in a melodic voice, "Shhh. They'll hear you."

It was true, the truck had stopped.

"Come on darling," A voice cooed and Kaoru imagined the man taking the beautiful lady out, looking like a gentleman. He was in the Host Club for God's sake, he knew a gentleman, and he wasn't one, no matter how hard he might try. The two waited for about ten minutes until they decided that the men had taken her inside.

Kaoru slammed his fist against the door.

"We have to get out of here! I can't let them kill a woman when I'm this close, I'm a host for Christ's sake!" Kaoru snarled as he tried to open it.

Nekozawa sighed and walked up and bent down and pulled the door open with ease. Kaoru blinked and blushed and he complained that it was heavy, and that Nekozawa made it look so easy. Kaoru also noted that he didn't seem like the kind of guy with muscle, but Nekozawa shrugged and started walking towards the house. Kaoru cussed and ran up to the house, past Nekozawa and he stared through the window at the girl as she laughed with the men. The window was opened a crack.

"You guys are so silly, why did you run off during the movie?" She giggled. It was a shame.

Was she... a highschooler? Yes! Kaoru knew her!

She crushed on Hikaru in middle school, but they had shooed her off harshly as well. Kaoru began to regret his past and he longed to open the window. This girl, an A class, was dating an adult? That's... that's pedophile!

"There was... some kids messing around in the restroom when we went to the bathroom, so we had to take care of them," Another carefully chose his words. The girl blinked and asked nervously what they meant by "take care of", and she didn't like the answer. "Don't worry, we'll take care of them soon enough, but first comes you."

"What?" She stuttered.

Kaoru's muscles flexed and he acted again without thinking. He crashed through the window and sat in the room, some blood going down his face from glass pieces cutting into him, but he didn't mind. He already through this on another "date" at a movie theater. Yes, movies always seemed to get Kaoru into trouble.

"RUN!" Kaoru shouted as he lunged onto a man that was holding a knife. The knife hand struggled wildly and almost stabbed Kaoru, but Kaoru didn't care. "Did you hear me? I said RUN!"

The girl blinked and gasped, "Kaoru-kun?"

"Run," Nekozawa confirmed as he walked through the window frame and grasped the knife from the man as it almost dug into Kaoru's throat.

Nekozawa and Kaoru struggled with trying to keep the other okay, and as far from harm as POSSIBLE, since Kaoru was already torn to bits from the window. After coming to her senses, the girl tried to help the two, besides the fact that she didn't know what she was doing, and girls never usually fought, especially in the A classes.

Sirens caught Kaoru's ears.

Soon enough, the police came in and took the men away to jail after someone reported two boys being shoved into a big truck and explaining it and where it started going. After a while the police found the trail and got there, right in time. The moment Kaoru was identified, they called his mother.

"My baby? That happened to my baby? Where is he?" She cried. "Where's my little Kaoru?"

He refused to talk on the phone.

Kaoru had gotten into a car with Nekozawa, after he'd offered to take Kaoru home. Kaoru sighed and laid his head on Nekozawa's shoulder and started to doze off, as it was well past 1 A.M. by now. After a while, Nekozawa wrapped his arm around Kaoru and smiled as he stared at his puppet, and then at Kaoru's face.

"Yes, Bereznoff likes you."

Kyoya's POV

Did I hear this right? Kaoru got into an "accident"? I don't believe that one bit. At school, I'm going to bug Kaoru for information, but of course, from what I heard, Hikaru will probably be all over his brother and they won't come. I heard Nekozawa was with Kaoru though, so I could ask him what became of it. Kaoru doesn't get into accidents, unless you count the window incident with Haruhi as an "accident", I rather count that as stupidity and liking. I mean, it's not an accident if you lunge yourself into something to save someone. The person who was being saved had the accident, not the saver.

Still, I can't believe this happened, and Tamaki is going to call me early, I know it. I still need to get to bed, I was sorting things, trying to discover the best way to make money when something had come on the news. I turned on the sound and heard the story the police were giving.

An accident? Who the hell believes that?