After writing that first story, about Kyouya, a received a couple comments about continuing the story. Sadly, I really couldn't think of how I could do that. Fortunately for me, there are so many other characters in Host Club...I didn't even realize I had written a boy x boy story until after I had finished, hmm.

Well, comments and criticism please!

Kaoru and Hikaru were walking home together that day. It wasn't often, now, that they were able to find time alone together anymore. In a way, you could say that it was a sort of curse that came with their newly found popularity at school. It was a long way home, but they preferred to walk together than to call their chauffeur, especially on such nice days. And, like always, the two of them were holding hands, hands that seemed to glow in the golden afternoon sunlight. Hikaru was unusually quiet, Kaoru thought. Perhaps he was thinking about Haruhi again? No, he didn't want to know. But, he was curious. It wasn't often that he couldn't figure out what his brother was thinking about.

"Hikaru," Kaoru began, not knowing where it would lead him. "Hikaru, what are you thinking about?"

Hikaru smiled at his brother. "Today was great, wasn't it?" He beamed.

"It was great," Kaoru smiled weakly back. He was relieved.

"You had a good thing going back there, fainting whenever a girl touched me."

"It wasn't fainting!"

"Yeah, you were almost fainting."

"And you remembered the response we practiced last night." The twins shared a secret smile. Once in a while they would come up with a complicated new pose together, not often. Most times they made things up as they went along, their minds and bodies being so attuned to each other after a lifetime of being together. But it was the night before a special event. The 3rd Music room was turned into an ancient court overnight, with the entire Host Club transformed into its residing court officials.

Kaoru dramatically swooned again, with a big smile on his face, as Hikaru caught him on cue and pushed him into a telephone pole.

"My brother, the stress is making you weak. You must lie down."

"No, I'm afraid I must continue to work, for our lord, until this exhausting war is over. There is no longer any time to stop and rest. The enemy is approaching--"

"My brother," Hikaru smirked as he spoke, "You cannot expect to properly strategize when your mind needs rest. Come, put yourself in my hands and I will make sure that you forget all else," and he couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. "Damn, you're too fucking serious when you talk!"

"Yeah, and you shove too hard, Hikaru," he said, laughing as he pushed him away.

"Yeah? And how do you want me to shove you? Like this?" Hikaru said, punching his brother's arm.

"Your punch is weak, Hikaru!" Kaoru punched him back as hard as he could and ran before Hikaru could hit him.

"Come back here! Kaoru!" Hikaru ran to catch up.

Kaoru laughed as he ran, faster and faster. He knew his brother could never catch up. Besides, he enjoyed being chased by him. It was reassuring, in a way, he thought. Eventually, he decided to be compassionate and slowed down just enough. By then, Hikaru was too tired to punch him properly. He bent over, his hands on his knees, to catch his breath.

"You run like an old man, Hikaru."

"Shut up. You're too fast."

"Haha, old man!"

"Calling me old? We're the same age! And if I'm old, you're just as old." It was a bad comeback, but Hikaru was never good with thinking quickly. Not like his brother.

"Yeah? So we'll both be old, then?"

"Exactly. And we'll be living together, and growing old together." It was how Hikaru had always imagined it would be. He never thought of it any other way.

"What?"

"Something like that." He stood up again.

"Come on, you know we won't be living together forever. We might end up in different places. Like, with our jobs, or something," Kaoru said, trying to rationalize.

Hikaru snorted at his brother. "Nah, we'll always be in the same mansion. We can each take half, then eat dinners together, or something."

"Neither of us can cook, Hikaru."

"Whatever."

"Then you'll need to marry someone who can cook, Hikaru."

Hikaru looked confusedly into Kaoru's warm, sad, smiling face. He stood up straight to face him. "What? Like we're already old enough to get married."

Kaoru simply laughed at him.

They started walking again. The hands of those two brothers were now apart. Kaoru's hands were now hidden in his pockets, while Hikaru's were folded behind his head. With his elbows jutting out against the sky, they gave him the appearance of arrogance. He thought the pose made him look kind of cool.

"Will you get married, Hikaru?" Kaoru said after a while, a bit wistfully.

"Nah, I don't think so," Hikaru replied almost immediately. "You?"

"Hmm,..."

Was it just his imagination? His brother seemed a bit sad, today. In the silence, Hikaru was struck with a sudden realization.

"Ne, Kaoru, you like Haruhi?"

He stared at him.

"Hikaru!"

"What?"

He stared at him.

"I...it's not like that at all."

How could he? Kaoru began to look down at his feet as he walked, to avoid Hikaru's questioning eyes. There was no way of explaining it, but his own eyes became hot and strangely damp. Was it out of frustration? Out of anger? Out of Jealousy? Out of...disgust? He couldn't understand. It wasn't because Hikaru was right; he knew he didn't love Haruhi. It was confusing,...

Then, he thought, what's wrong? What is it, then?