So here's chapter 3 :D

Lots of explaining in this chapter, things falling into place and such.

Once again...I don't own Ouran. Haruhi wouldn't even exist in my version xD

Time passes. I don't know how many days. Each morning I get up when the sun rises, and I follow Kaoru around his daily business. I can't stand to leave his side for even a minute. I follow him to school and watch as he struggles to maintain conversation with those around him. I notice that my desk hasn't been filled, and Haruhi has moved to the opposite side of the room. She wears a girl's uniform now, obviously having confessed to her not actually being a boy. I don't know how this has affected the Host Club, since Kaoru has dropped out of it and now goes straight home after school. When he gets home, he does his homework and then he weeps. This is the hardest part of the day, and every day is the same idea: time is passing but nothing is healing and the wounds I've left aren't close to closing up and fading away. I want them to. I can't bear to see Kaoru like this for much longer, he needs to learn to let me go. Some days, only a few tears trickle down his smooth cheeks; other days he throws fits, tossing items, especially pictures, around the room. All the pictures are of him and me in different stages of our lives together, everything from the first day of school to us just goofing around in the Host Club. Yes, these are the worst days. He yells and screams, completely losing control of himself. The only thing that calms him down, of all the stupid things, is my pillow that still sits on our bed. His bed. He stops short when he sees that pillow and I watch as he gingerly picks it up and holds it to his face. Then he lays down with it and soon after will fall asleep. I really thought I understood him, but apparently not. Everyone knows that it's always me that loses my temper and throws fits of anger. I'm the immature one, the careless one. He's the one who cared so much about me that he wanted me to be happy outside of our world, even when I couldn't see my own true feelings.

I sigh heavily and walk over to the bed, sitting on its edge. Kyouya, who's been ever present and still stone silent, walks over to me, notebook in hand. I roll my eyes at the object. If this is some after-death test, I wish it had been anyone but him and his stupid book tagging around with me. Suddenly my thoughts take a different turn. I haven't even asked him anything. Not a single question about what's going to happen. I'd been so caught up with Kaoru's troubles that I wasn't even thinking of my own. I turn to the Shadow Lord, questions on the tip of my tongue. Before I can ask them, he gives a slight shake of his head. I guess this isn't the time or something. I want to ask my questions, but I figure it's wise to just let the Shadow do his work. I continue to watch Kaoru sleep, wanting so bad to be able to hold him and tell him that I'm here. After a few minutes of this, my vision begins to blur. At first I think I'm crying again, but I soon realize that the entire scene is changing in front of me. The walls are replaced by trees, the floor by dirt and scattered leaves. The last thing to disappear is the bed, and Kaoru with it. I reach out, trying to hold on to the image and keep it from dissolving into nothing. As assumed, my actions are futile, and my body slumps to the ground. Kyouya finally breaks the spell-binding silence with his first and only words on our 'journey': "If you could go back, what would you do differently?" The question takes me by surprise. I haven't thought about what I would do. Only that I wanted to hold Kaoru. I stumble over my next words. "Uh well, I guess I'd uhm...I'd try to be more...open. Towards Kaoru. And uh...well...I'd love him more." I blush at my own words (and it's hard to make me blush, really it is.) Telling these things to Kyouya, of all people, is a little embarrassing. I'm not used to sharing my feelings with anyone, not even Kaoru.

Kyouya nods and turns away, starting back into the forest. "Wait! Kyouya! Where are you going? What am I supposed to do? Where do I go? Kyouya!" I try to chase after him only to discover that my legs are heavier than led. Defeated, I lay back on the cold earth below me and wait for whatever fate has in store for me. At this point, I don't even care anymore. The Fates have taken everything that's important to me away, and now they have me right where they want me. Defeated. Useless. Dead. I close my eyes and give into the encroaching darkness, willing it to take my soul wherever it may please.

Kaoru's POV

Hikaru...Please come back to me. Please? I can't take much more of this. I need you back by my side.

I hate hospitals. They smell like chemicals and sickness, burning my nostrils. Everywhere you look there's either someone who's sick or injured. Or their 's the worst. Seeing families of the people who won't ever leave this despicable place for the rest of their lives. Even more painful is seeing the families of people who are showing improvement every day. They are always so cheerful and happy and sweet. It makes me sick. How can they act like that when my brother is like this? They wouldn't be so glad if they had to sit in this god-forsaken place every day by the bed of the person they love, wondering if he's ever going to wake up.

When the doctor told me that Hikaru was in a coma and may never wake up, I felt my entire life fall apart faster than a house of cards. How could it be possible? Why did this have to happen to him? I slump in my seat in the small cafe I'm in and grip my coffee more tightly. The cup is still full; I can't seem to eat or drink anything since we found him. I can't help but wonder if it was better if we hadn't found him, if he had drowned. Would it have been easier than having to wait and have him possibly wake up? Can I bear it if he doesn't? Hope right now is simply a small spark in my chest, unable to start a blaze.

I sigh and swirl my coffee around and around. The waitress comes over and asks if I want any more. She's kinda cute, but her hair is the colour of the orange leaves outside and I feel my chest tighten. Silently, I shake my head and pass her some money. I know it's way too much, but I grab my jacket and leave before she can give me the change. I stroll along the sidewalk with a downward gaze, my destination unknown. I wander around the streets of the city, not really paying any attention to where I am or what I'm doing. I'm trying to keep my thoughts away from the hospital and Hikaru, and putting all of my concentration into placing one foot in front of the other. Time passes too quickly, and sooner than I expected darkness has fallen. Sighing I decide to head back to the hospital to spend another sleepless night at my brother's bedside.

Hikaru's face is still peaceful as I grab a chair and sit down, placing my hands on the bed next to my twin. "How are you tonight, Hikaru? Still the same as yesterday I see." I attempt to laugh and ease my own tension, however it falls short when I realize he can't answer. I sigh again and take my brother's hand in mine, resting my forehead on our inter-twined fingers. The doctor keeps telling me to talk to him and that it sometimes helps, but I can't think of what to say. All I can say is how much I miss him, how much I want him back. It's hard to tell your other half how meaningless the world is without them, how every day feels like a thousand years when they're gone. Even though I know he can't hear me, I tell him these things as if he could.

Woo! One chapter left! Please don't forget to review ^_^

PS the next chapter is the last, but if you want me to do a sequel, be sure to review and let me know! (I won't write one if people don't want it )