x.X.x
Hydrangea
I'm sorry, Hikaru thought desperately as his fingers tangled in the soft, short chestnut hair. Warm brown eyes gazed up at him, wide but sure of their actions, as her pretty face neared his own, and he was helpless to stop it. He did not want to pull away. I'm sorry, Kaoru, I love you, you know I do, I love you, but she's so soft and warm and you couldn't resist her either, I know you'll understand.
And she was soft—her lips were not sticky with the gloss or colour that most girls her age wore, and she did not smell of artificial perfumes. She smelt of shampoo and soap and a little of rose petals but only because of the Club's activities. She was real, solid and in his arms, small and slender but stronger than she let on, and it took his breath away that her lips were on his, and he was drinking in her taste.
Please, Kaoru, she's so pretty, so kind, and she likes me as a person, not as one half of a whole. She knows it's me kissing her, not just one of the Hitachiin twins, and she can decide between us.
Please, Kaoru, I know you'll understand. You'll understand. Won't you?
Hydrangea: 'Thank You for Understanding'.