Hika is luffs. :D
Warning/Disclaimer: Rated T; AU. All relationships and status in canon are completely different in this story. And just to say, I have nothing against mentally unstable people; just going to use this idea for my own purposes. Also, I'm not an expert on this, so I think there's two possibilities that a child could be mentally ill: genetic mutations, or early childhood trauma. If there's anything else I need to know about it, tell me. I'm open. The characters and props in Ouran are not mine, but I'm just using them.
Moment Two-
-Hika-kun
I heard that... he drove her mad.
It was only a week ago, several months after I had restarted my mother's company, the fashion brand that was popular back then.
The glass door creaked slowly, as I raised my eyes from the sketches, my pencil pausing once.
"Obaasan?" I sounded surprised, my pencil almost dropping from the sight of the middle-aged woman.
"Kaoru-kun, I have some news to tell you," she said quietly, walking towards my desk, taking a seat in the office chair in front of me. Her gray eyes looked at my sharply, her withered hands clenching and unclenching, "I know it was troublesome of me to bother you, after you've starting running your mother's old business…"
She was going to bother me no matter what- why did I think that I was free from her after I graduated? I collected my sketches, and my hazel eyes roamed to her contemptuous expression- I didn't waver, "Yes?"
"I had a lawyer look over your mother's will," she said slowly, her eyes flashing in some sort of victory, "The young dear told me that a frightful amount had been omitted from the document, so here's a copy of the entire will," she handed me a large brown envelope, but I didn't dare look inside, as she continued, "Also, I've received some disturbing information, regarding the custody of… an ill-minded child."
I only nodded, my passive hazel eyes running over her small figure-
"His guardian had died, so officials had traced his custody to his nearest relative," she said daintily, her eyes closed, as if she didn't want to see me, then she flickered the cold eyes open, and smiled at me, chillingly, "However, I am not even a relative of his…" and she pulled out another stack of papers from her black leather purse, "So I switched his guardianship to yours."
I froze at her icy glare.
"You don't mind, do you? You're a legal adult now," she added- and I couldn't find the words in me to speak, "Also, you're his only surviving relative; you don't want to deny him, do you?"
His surname is Hitachiin, my deceased mother's pride, so there had to be an obvious resemblance, to me, to her. He calls himself Hika-kun, a diminutive nickname despite his age. He loves to joke around, and his smile, his eyes is eerily warming. And the worse part is-
"Kao-kun! Don't be so boring!" he tugs at my arm, and I almost fall out of my chair, the pencil dragging a deep lead line into the paper. He gives me his puppy eyes, the watering, begging ones, "Play with me!"
He's twenty-three.
"He has some form of mental retardation," she said dismissively, obviously enjoying my torment. My eyes scanned the papers disbelievingly, her words cold, "I heard his guardian practically hung herself from his immense problems. He drove her mad."
I close my eyes, "Hikaru-"
"Hika-kun!" he pips up, smiling that insanely ignorant smile of his, "You have to call me Hika-kun!"
I sigh, rubbing my temples, achingly, "Hika-kun, I'm doing my work. Don't bother me."
"Eh? Work? But that's boring," he pouts childishly, and he pulls my revolving chair away from the office desk, as I try to scramble for my papers, "Play with me!"
I swear, he's just like a kid- and he pushes me off the chair, "Kao-kun, come on!"
And I fall headfirst into the floor, eating tiled floor. I sigh, exasperated, "Fine… just for half an hour."
He smiles, plopping next to me on the floor, tackling me happily. He snuggles into my neck, "Yay, Kao-kun is playing with me!"
I watch him boringly, as he detaches himself from me, and begins to pick up the big crayons that were scattered across the floor. He's smiling again, for him, at me, and drawing it on the yellowing paper- a waxy blue smile-
It's sickening.
'Hika-kun' is sickening.
