A/N: Helllllllllo guys. Ne, ne... a'fore I start this story I got three things to say. 1) It's kinda short so I will be updating a new chapter briefly after this one. 2) I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY HATE, DESPISE LOATH ENTIRELY HIKARUXHARUHI. It makes me want to slice out my intestines, boil them in a stew full of my own vomit then feed it to the creator of Ouran Highschool Host club for being dropped on his/her head and coming up with the idea that "Oh, I think I'll make Hikaru fall for Haruhi." Makes me sick. (sorry for being graphic... –sweatdrop-) And 3) ...I adore Kyouya. –sighs- For what he has to go through with Tamaki, he deserves a metal. That is all I have to say for now. Enjoy this story, it was inspired through my hatred for HikaruxHaruhi.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.
Featured through Kaoru's P.O.V.
---Sadness---
It's just a little sad.
Watching you with her, smiling the way you used to smile at me.
It's just a little sad.
That we sit on the swings, swaying back and forth in the wind with little words to exchange. It never used to be this way. Now grim faces, contorted with awkwardness and insecurity, overrule our normally cheerful, even somewhat devious features.
It's just a little heartbreaking...
That I must force a smile when I tell the others that we just needed some time apart, time to find out exactly who we are and for what reason, we exist.
It's just a little depressing...
Having to tell our rabid fan girls that we would no longer perform for them. To see their crushed faces. I think some of them actually depended on us daily for something that would brighten their otherwise pain filled lives... after all...
They were strange. Strange... like us.
It's just a bit sadist...
How you look right through me instead of at me. Am I truly that horrifying to you?
It's just a tad bit gut wrenching...
How you had hit me across the face, a bloody crimson color spreading across your angered features.
It was somewhat frightening...
When you yelled curse words at me... cursing me, cursing yourself, cursing us...
It was just a little tragic...
To watch your face melt into a painfully confused expression as you sunk to your knees, tears now streaming down your face as you ask that one question I find myself asking everyday, 'Why...?'
It was just a little emotional...
To watch your cracked features turn as solid as ice as you picked yourself up off the floor, casting me a nasty glance.
I still remember the words you spoke to me...
"You and I... are no longer brothers."
It was just a little sad...
How you left me to fiddle with these emotions that I didn't understand... alone.
It was just a little sad...
That I cried my eyes out, screaming and pleading for god to help fix me, to make me right again.
It was just a little sad...
To feel this empty void that we once shared. Did it always make you feel so hollow when you were alone...?
It's just a little heartbreaking...
How you made me feel, the moment I said, I love you.
---End