Here it is! The final chapter! I hope you enjoyed this story, it's my first and I'm actually quite proud of it...I love the ending to be honest.

Just a reminder that no, I do not own Ouran. I do however own this fic so please don't copy!

Enjoy ^_^

After almost an hour, I give up talking and simply lay my head on the bed next to Hikaru's still form. Besides the occasional rise and fall of his chest, he almost appears to be dead. I don't know what I would do if he never woke up. Would I ever learn to accept it? Could I live with myself with the burden of my brother's death resting on my shoulders? I can't help but blame myself for this whole thing; if I hadn't kissed him then we probably never would have found...Tamaki. I can hardly bring myself to even think of that name, the wounds still achingly fresh. I haven't seen...said blonde since the paramedics took him away on a stretcher, face broken and bloody. Just the thought of it makes me shudder. I don't blame Hikaru for what he did, he was only trying to protect me...but still...I think he might have gone a little far. Just talking to him would have been sufficient, but I am talking about Hikaru here; he can't control his emotions to save his life. I love my brother to pieces; he just needs to learn to control his anger every now and then is all.

I sigh and glance at the clock above the door. Visiting hours will be over in 20 minutes, but I know the nurses will just ignore me like usual. Ever since those first nights where I punched a male nurse when he tried to get me to leave, they've just let me be and haven't disturbed me. I watch the people walk by in the halls until someone steps into the doorway. I lift my head in curiosity to find Tamaki before me, staring at his feet which are shuffling with discomfort.

"What do you want?" I put as much ice into my words as I can. I chuckle inwardly at how much I sound like Hikaru when I speak like that.

Still looking down, he responds weakly, "I just wanna talk." He looks up at Hikaru before adding, "Is that ok? You think he'll mind?" Sometimes Tamaki's stupidity astounds me, it really does. "He's in a coma, he can't hear us. Just say what you want then get out." I feel bad for being so rude, but he's interrupting my time with my brother. He nods and looks back at his feet, unsure of what to say. I get up and pull up another chair in front of my own, indicating for him to sit down. Our knees are almost touching, so I put my feet up on my chair and rest my chin on my knees. Slowly he looks up at me with his pitifully large violet eyes which I can see are full of tears. "I-I'm sorry, Kaoru. I'm sorry for everything I just...I wasn't myself that night." I shiver at the memory and hug my knees closer to myself for protection. "I should never have done anything you didn't want and I should have asked if that was what you wanted. I'm truly very sorry. And as for me and Haruhi..." My eyes snap up and I glare at him intensely. "I don't want an explanation for that. I couldn't care less why you were...doing what you were." The tears in his eyes spill down his face and his cheeks turn a light pink colour. "You broke my heart, Tamaki. No. You crushed it into pieces and spit on it. I don't care about your petty reasons or excuses. I just want you to know that a part of me died that day, and it was all. Your. Fault." I can't meet his stare as I say all this. My fury is enough to make my hands shake, and they ball into fists. "Now get out before I do something I'll really, really regret." He reaches forward and touches my cheek, and I tear my face away in disgust. "Don't touch me you filthy piece of shit. Didn't you hear me? Get out. Now." The look in his eyes tells me that those words hurt him more than my brother's fists ever could have. He turns and walks away slowly and as he reaches the doorway he stops and looks back at me. Our gazes meet, his full of pain, mine of hatred. "I never stopped loving you, Kaoru. I just want you to know that." And with that he walks out of the room, and my life, forever.

I lay my head back down on my brother's bed as my own words sink in. Did I really just say all that? What kind of person am I to say such terrible things? I almost want to call him back and take it all away; to kiss him and make it all better...but I know that I can't. What's done is done and I can never change that, no matter what I say or do. I look at my brother's beautiful face and I can't fight the smile that makes its way onto my lips. Just seeing him can make me happy, even in the state he's in now. Reaching up, I brush his hair back so that I can see more of the face I've grown to love. Although they're identical to my own, Hikaru's features seem to be lovelier than mine could ever be. His cheekbones are more defined and hold less of a natural blush; his eyes have flecks of green in them that aren't present in mine; and his lips, oh his lips. Perfectly balanced, so that the top isn't more or less full than the bottom, and so pink. Yes, his lips are the most luscious I've ever seen...so plump that I just want to...

Before I can stop myself, I bend down and kiss those sumptuous lips. I try to be gentle yet passionate as I vainly attempt to get a reaction out of that perfect mouth. When I get none, I sit back in my chair as tears trickle down my now flushed cheeks. I want so desperately for my brother to wake up and see that I'm here, that I haven't left him and that I never will. Since I can't have that, I settle with taking his hand in mine. "Hikaru...I love you so much. Please come back to me. I-I don't know how much longer I can go w-without you, Hikaru. I need you. Please. Please..." I rest my head on the bed and as I begin to drift to sleep, I swear that I can feel my hand being lightly squeezed. I can't tell if it's my imagination or not, but I also believe that I can hear my name being called softly. I lift my head.

"Hikaru?"

END

There you have it! Hope you liked it, please please review and let me know what you thought. If I get enough reviews, I'll consider writing a sequel ;]