Broken Vase, Broken Heart
Definition: What makes Haruhi so interesting to Kaoru?
Couples: Slight KaoHaru and slight HikaKao
Number of Words: 808
I can't believe it happened.
To ME.
I will never forgive myself for this, not ever in my whole entire life! I can't believe it! How... just how, could I let this happen to me? I promised myself, I PROMISED, that I wouldn't be seduced by... that little witch. Oh, she's not that bad of a witch, but a witch no matter how you look at it. I can't believe what I've done. I just can't.
Talking to her, we were just there, on that porch, talking to eachother. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening. We were just talking.
"Where's Hikaru?" She asked.
Jealousy had churned in my stomach, why?
"He went to fetch a garbage bag," I replied, honestly. Why didn't I lie? Why would I lie?
Then she began talking about how there was only one bed in the guest room. How stupid could she get? Of course I knew that, we both knew it, Hikaru and I didn't care. Of course, I didn't want to creep Haruhi out, so I told her that we could get another bed shipped there, or we'd sleep together. It was obvious that we'd share a bed, I can't sleep without him. That's why I sneek into his bed on various moments of the night, after a while of together time, I always go back into my own bed, despite the groans of frustration we both give. The maids might think something of it. There is nothing of it. People are just idiots, they'd think something weird.
"You two are always together."
I didn't know how to take that, as an offense, or as a compliment? Not wanting her to think anything of it, I quickly replied with what came to me, the honest truth. We never had any friends, we were born together, and we thought everyone were idiots.
We still do.
I didn't tell her that. That's our secret.
I became transfixed on her. I couldn't take my eyes off. She was marvelous, that cute dress and the bandanna. I think I'm an idiot. I'm so idiotic, I guess that's what happens when you open up the walls a bit.
"Wanna sleep in our bed with us?" I asked. I couldn't stop smiling at her.
She rejected, but with the stupidest excuse. There wouldn't be enough room.
That's why you cuddle close.
Didn't she know that?
Sometimes, Hikaru and I find ourselves in these damn annoying rooms, where the beds are made for one person. What an idiot that maker was. Of course, there's not any other beds, and I am NOT sleeping in a different room, so we cuddle close. Arms around eachother. People call it gay. I don't think so.
It's comfort.
The worst thing happened.
That damn window came crashing down, and it was insanity. Everything slipped away, and all I saw was her, and that window. That window that would shatter and cut her to pieces. So, I lunged. WHY the hell did I do that? I risked OUR lives to save one of THEM. It was true insanity.
I still remember, that glass slicing across my face, the sound of Hikaru walking up, and his eyes on me, on us. The blood about to drip off my face, and the heavy footsteps of Hikaru approaching. My darling twin, whom I had forgotten for even a brief moment.
I'm surely going to hell now. I wasn't before, but I am now. How could I ever forget him?
Her body was so close, so warm. My name echoed through my ears, and as we sat in our pose, Hikaru so worried, tears about to gush out of his eyes, I knew. I knew it was my fault. I worried him, I scared him. He could've lost me. They could've lost us.
Psh, no. Not me and Haruhi.
Hikaru and me.
For the rest of the night, his hand quivered and never left mine. It was all my fault. He pushed me out of the bed, even though it was my fault, I shouldn't have forgotten him and focused on her. Of course, if I wouldn't have, she'd have gotten severely hurt, and then Hikaru would be depressed. I think, Hikaru likes her more than me sometimes. It hurts. But it's all my fault, so I got a date for both of them. To get Hikaru to open up to people, and to apologize to them. Both of them.
"Let's make her our son," We suggested.
"Mom! Remember, we're going to adopt her."
Why, oh why, did I go along with it?
Now he hates me. I know it. I cried to Hunny over it, I almost tore Bun-bun apart. What did I do? Why did I do it?
I want him back.
I'll give her up, but only if he will.
It's a fight, and I WON'T lose this time.