I know what you're thinking! An update! FINALLY! Sorry for the long wait, I've been reduced to using random computers, and half won't take my flash drive XP Again, sorry! Happy reading!
Chapter Five
Kyouya closed his eyes for such a long time that Haruhi thought he had fallen asleep and reached over to wake him, forgetting what a beast the Shadow King could be when woken before he chose to do so himself. However, she did not need to suffer the wrath of her client. Kyouya smiled and opened his eyes.
"Kaoru's cut wasn't serious, at least not physically, but it hurt him more than it should have."
"And, you attribute this minor cut as an interesting thing to share?" the brunette asked. She barely realized that her defensive and accusatory tone had abandoned her long ago in favor for a more curious and genuinely intrigued voice. As the web of lies and danger circled the Hitachiin boy further and further down the rabbit hole, Haruhi found herself more in depth and eager to see where the story came out. If it did at all.
"Yes, because it was that small accident that made him go back to working at that place," Kyouya said. "I'm not sure exactly why, of course, but Kaoru felt as if his life was coming to an end…Sadly, that was an accurate prediction, wasn't it?"
"Sadly," Haruhi agreed.
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It was over. The battle between good and evil had been fought, the fat lady had sung, and all the 't's had been dotted and 'i's crossed. The hourglass that was his life was drawing closer to the last few grains of sand and the poison that was desire to sustain ones self was slowly shutting down his major organs. It was an infection that was eating him from the inside out and had no antidote. The only way to save one's self from drowning was by getting out of the water, but Kaoru was already too deep in to swim to safety.
And this conclusion was reached by the blood. The blood that flowed from a minor wound whenever he moved his wrist the wrong way or tried to form a fist. It was thick and hot and flowing freely over his hand, no matter how many bandages or pressure was applied. It never crossed Kaoru's mind that this wound was bleeding more than a normal wound might, nor that stitches might be a good idea, as well as medical salve. No, he decided that it would simply be much easier and much quicker to just let the pain envelope him little by little until it finished him off.
He was mortal. He was vulnerable at the hands of his own brother, the one person he had always been able to seek help in, as well as at the hands of others. The creepy man at the bus stop and Ootori Renge were viable examples. They had threatened him in a manor, and it was getting easier to see just how right they were. He was doomed. Red and black and guns and sex had condemned him to a life of danger and eventual death. Kaoru knew he was doomed.
Perhaps that was what lead him back to work. He figured, If I only have so much time left, why not put it to good use and support Hikaru and mom and dad while I do it? It's not like they can do anything more to me than has already been done. It's not like I can feel much of what they do anymore…
But that was a lie. He did feel it, but only with one person, and that one person seemed to be steering clear of the work place in light of recent events. Felling rejected, Kaoru figured he should have known better: to fall head over heels for an Ootori, who he had found via prostitute ring was a bad idea, but he couldn't help it if the man offered the first stable relationship in his entire life, nor if he craved the normality of being able to chose the people who did what to his body. It was, in all honesty, a sort of outlet for his pent up feelings and emotions, a break from being a toy to those who's faces he could never remember. It was a well earned vacation from constant worry and pain, but it was meaningless.
Than why is it so hard for you to let go?
Kaoru saw the man from the bus stop twice again, but Nekozawa steered of him by about a mile. He also seemed saner than that night, but he insisted on wearing that same black cloak at all times. Kaoru repaid his avoidance with the same favor, and never acknowledged his presence.
And so life went on. Ca Sera, sera and what not, and the earth continued to turn on its axis. Nothing of importance happened, that is to say until he returned home one night and found a small envelope on the front step of his house. It was a miracle no one had stolen it, and that the thing was still where it was. Curious, he slipped his finger under the seal and lifted the tucked flap to reveal…
The door banged open and Hikaru stopped short, narrowly avoiding collision with his brother in his attempt to escape the shouts and crying from inside the place they both called home. The elder of the twins blinked, as did the younger, and both stood like that for a millisecond, just staring at each other.
"Hika—What are you doing?!?" Hikaru had grabbed his brother by the crook of his arms and thus proceeded to drag him backwards, down the small walk way, and through the gate. Here, he let go of his twin and began to walk back the way his brother had come from, towards the bus stop. Startled, and more than a little put off, Kaoru looked after his brother and shouted, "Hikaru, what the hell?"
"Don't go home yet, Kaoru," Hikaru warned him, his tone stiff with pent up anger and frustration. "You really don't want to go in there yet."
Needless to say, this just made him all the more curious and suspicious. Jogging slightly, the younger of the red heads caught up to his brother and planted both feet securely in front of his mirror image, crossing his arms and a way that demanded, yet still asked. "Hikaru, where are you going?"
"No where, mother," the elder sneered with disgust dripping from his voice. Kaoru took no offense at his tone: it was obvious that the disgust was self intended. If anything, it only softened the hardened lump that was his heart. Kaoru reached for his twin.
"Hikaru, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Tell me."
"It's nothing, Kaoru."
"I'm your twin, Goddammit!" he cried, stamping his foot and grabbing Hikaru's shoulder. It was a bizarre repeat of what had happened two nights ago, but now the tables were turned. "I know when you're lying to me."
Hikaru opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, as if searching for just the right words to communicate what he was feeling. He'd never been good at this: Kaoru was the first to talk, and had always been better at asking for juice or cookies than he had when they were younger. In fact, it had often been the younger twin who interpreted Hikaru's own wants into an understandable language for their mother. Now came one of the times that his voice evaded him. Hikaru ground his teeth and looked away.
"Hikaru," his voice was calmer now, more understanding. "Tell me. Please. It hurts me when you're like this."
There he went again! With his incomprehensible ability to clarify his emotions into words, even when Kaoru himself felt as dead inside as a corpse did. He gazed into matching amber eyes as Hikaru looked at him again before pulling his brother tightly against himself. The hug lasted for who-knows how long, and when they finally released each other, thick and hot trails of tears were streaming from the elder's eyes.
"I'm...I'm not supposed to feel like this," he said shakily, biting his lip to keep from sobbing and diverting his gaze towards the frosted ground. "It's you who's the weaker one; the younger one. It's not supposed to be me who cries. It's not. Boy's shouldn't cry in the first place, but it's alright with me when you do, as long as I'm there to help you."
Kaoru reached a hand out to wipe a single tear from his twin's eye before reaching out with the same one to grasp his brother's hand. So this was what the incident in the kitchen had been about. Hikaru needed release.
"At school, at home and everywhere in between, it was me helping you," he moaned quietly. "But I couldn't help you recently. When they hurt you, when they do that stuff to you, I can't do anything. You won't talk about it, and I'm never there for you, Kaoru. I died a little that night when you were ra…initiated. It took every bit of my self preservation to stop from crying then and there. And now, I can't stop."
It occurred to the younger twin that he should say something right about now, but words were for not. He wasn't used to being on this end of the comforting, and simply settled for brining his brother's hand up to his mouth and gently kissing one of the knuckles. It was a comforting gesture, but this caused Hikaru to simply tense more and the tears to fall faster.
"This is my fault," he choked. "All my fault—"
"—Hikaru, I agreed to do this. I can handle more than I let on." It was supposed to be light hearted and the kind of statement one could allow a watery chuckle to escape after. But it had no effect.
"Mom always called you the baby, or called me the baby when she thought I was you," he said morosely. "She was right. Kaoru, you're my brother. My baby brother and I couldn't protect you."
He was not a baby. It was on the tip of his tongue to say so when Hikaru reached up his free hand to rub both eyes vigorously. The action distracted Kaoru and he held his tongue. Hikaru sniffed again and shook his head.
"I feel childish saying this, brother," he sighed and finally looked up. His eyes were astonishingly amber at the moment, and the lids were slightly puffy and red. A stray tear ran, un stopped, down his cheek and nestled into the collar of his light coat. "But I have to say it: Kaoru, I fucked up. Big time…"
"—No you didn't—"
"—And I'll do anything, anything, to make it up to you. Please remember that."
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It was dark in the hotel room. No lamps, no lights, no candles. The overhead light was off and the only sign of life in the room was the steady breathing of the man in one of the double beds. If one watched closely with a flashlight, they would be able to see the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the tired bags under his eyes. Ootori Kyouya looked as if he hadn't slept in a month.
The sound of a key card swiping and the door being pushed open didn't even rouse him, nor the clatter as a pair of clumsy feet knocked over the dinner trays. However, the owner of the feet froze, and as did the feet's twins. Both sneaker clad boys even stopped their breathing in order to make sure the man in the bed kept on sleeping. And sleep he did.
Sighing and chuckling quietly, Kaoru turned to Hikaru, who was marveling at the expanse nature of the hotel room. It wasn't the bridal suit, but it was extensive and richly decorated.
"Wow…"
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah…I mean, this is actually nice. It's not…he's not fucking you in some bathroom stall or anything…And he actually ordered you dinner?"
Hikaru lifted the plate cover off of one of the plates he had not caused to fall to the floor and marveled as an exotic mixture of scents assaulted his senses. "Since when did you like garden salad and rare steak, Kaoru?"
The younger shrugged. "Since Kyouya made me try some of his. It's really excellent, Hikaru. Try some!"
He did. It was perfect; a melt in your mouth mixture of meat and juices, gravy and salt. If someone was ever able to package the taste and quality of this meal, he or she would be able to rule the world under its influences. It would be a form of ambrosia and served in the halls of kings and presidents.
"Good, ne?" Hikaru jumped. Kaoru had removed his shoes and jacket already and was walking back towards him to share the meal. Smiled at the reaction he'd gotten from his brother, and—with a well accustomed air—sliced the steak in half and started to work on the one closest to him.
They ate in silence, Hikaru's eyes roving as fast as they could without missing a single detail. His mind was working at a furious rate in order to comprehend exactly what kind of situation his brother was in whenever he spent the night away from home. Perhaps they hadn't been all bad…It would all depend on the Kyouya person and how he was when they woke him in the morning…
"Not planning anything devious, are you?" the younger twin asked suspiciously as he spotted a smirk playing on his brother's features. "Hikaru, please don't do anything stupid."
"Kaoru," he purred, the hint of mischief playing in his tone, "Does this guy know that you have a brother?"
"What, yeah!" Kaoru said, slightly confusedly. "I talk about you all the time. Why?"
The smirk widened in an almost comical way and Hikaru's voice dripped with barely contained excitement. "Does he know we're identical twins?"
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"So he came to your hotel room?" Haruhi asked, pen in hand again and jotting across the legal pad with a frantic haste. She hadn't realized she was falling behind in the notes. Thank god for tape recorders. "And you were asleep? Was anyone else in the room at the time?"
Kyouya shrugged. "I don't know. I was asleep, Haruhi, and if you remember, my sleeping patterns haven't changed. If there was anyone else in the room, Kaoru would have known well enough to keep them quiet."
Type AB blood. The devils way of saying 'I'm not a morning person'.
The lawyer rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone when you woke up?" she asked again, trying to wheedle a more precise and less dense answer out of the man across from her. She knit her brow with determination and felt her finger nails pick at each other under the table.
Kyouya, however, took his time answering, examining his nails again for ample effect before drawling out, "Noooooo….No, he didn't."
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The first thing that Ootori Kyouya noticed when he first woke up was that he was not alone in his bed. No, there was a small, warm and somewhat maple syrup scented someone curled up next to him, face nuzzled into his back and one hand holding his arm. The red head was breathing softly and his warm breath ruffled the hair on the base of the brunette's neck. The older man grinned predatorily and rolled over so as to lean down and place a single, light brush of a kiss on his lover's forehead.
Kaoru grumbled slightly and shifted. Careful not to wake him up fully, Kyouya rose from the bed and gently detached the red heads grip from his arm before stretching fully. He felt his back crack and his muscles whine in protest to the ritual, but ignored them. The bitingly cool air was refreshing against his skin, as well as merciful! It was cold, even in a five star hotel suit. But, it was winter. What could one expect?
Crossing to the other side of the bed room, Kyouya quietly unlatched the bed room door and slipped into the slightly warmer living room area, which was attached to the small kitchen. White marble gleamed in the weak and wintry sunlight that swept in through the bright and big windows. The room was silent and the man reveled in the quiet, a drastic change to what he was used to.
The hustle and bustle of the work place was the main reason that had driven him to Kaoru. That and the drunken and emotional status of his wife and the constantly judging demeanor of his father and the constant rivalry between himself and his brothers. Judgment, medicine, contests and stupid secretaries that could never file paper work right just got in the way, and heightened his already exceedingly high blood pressure till it was almost unbearable. But this…
This was nice. This was an abyss of peace and sex and pleasure and what could only be described as happiness, even if he did have to sneak around like a dog to get it. Even if he did have to lower his standards so much so as to enter a whore house and find Kaoru. Even if he had to listen to that annoying shower head spray water in the bathtub.
Wait…the water spray from the shower?
Glancing behind himself, Kyouya noticed that the door was still closed, making it impossible for Kaoru to have snuck out of the room and into the bathroom without him having heard the commotion. That, coupled with the fact that there was no one else was staying in the room, left Kyouya with two possibilities: either he was crazy, or there was someone else in the room.
His eyes narrowed under the thin sheets of glass as he walked purposely towards the bathroom door and reached out to take the door knob. He stopped as he heard the sound of the water stop and the shower curtain being pushed back, and then retracted his hand, figuring it better to wait for whoever it was to come out; if there was going to be an altercation, it'd be better that it be on his turf and where he had the better stance. Strategy! That was what it was all about.
And sure enough, it worked. With a strangled yell and a thump, he had the trespasser trapped against a wall and his full weight pinning the assalent's wet hands to the door.
"Who are you," he said darkly, his face a full foot from the mystery person's own and his eyes narrowed into slits. "Who are you and what are you doing here? Are you a newspaper reporter—"
He froze, realizing just who he was looking at. Kyouya's mind did a couple rewinds and replays until he was sure that his eyes were actually telling him the truth. He straightened and released the red head's damp wrists in favor of stepping back and looking at the wet boy. "Kaoru?"
An eyebrow was raised in response and he found himself second guessing his assumption, even if there was no reason to do so. A smirk curled Kaoru's lips, a type of smile that Kyouya had never seen before on the face of his lover and immediately knew he had made a mistake.
"Kaoru?" he asked, more warily. He knew it wasn't right. No matter how much this boy looked like the red headed one sleeping in his bed, it was not. He simply called him that for lack of anything better.
"Guess again, Kyouya," the boy said, his tone a degree happier than Kaoru's and several more so teasing. "I'm Hikaru," he said, extending a hand. "You know, Kaoru's big brother. So, you're the man that's been fu—"
Kyouya's own eyebrows shot into his bangs and stayed there as Hikaru cut himself off and grinned even more devilishly at him. Ah, so this was Kaoru's brother. He'd known about him, sure, but when the younger boy had said they looked scarily alike, he had taken it for granted. He hadn't expected them to be identical twins.
Either way, he extended his own hand and shook the red heads. "Pleasure to meet you, Hikaru-san." This only proved to further Hikaru's enjoyment of the situation. He was practically beaming.
"Damn, man. You make me feel unpolished and practically rural when you talk like that," he laughed. "Why not just say 'hi, I'm screwing your brother. Let's not tell each other intimate details about Kaoru'. That would go over much better with my breakfast."
"Alright," Kyouya agreed, his tone measured and composed. "Let's not discuss sexual and sibling encounters we've both had with your twin brother. I am Kyouya, and that is all you need to know about me. All I need to know about you is that you are Hikaru, and you are Kaoru's twin brother."
Hikaru pulls his hand out of the firm hand shake and nodded slightly, still smirking. He brushed past Kyouya and walked into the greater expanse of the living room before picking up a set of cloths that was on the couch and returning to where Kyouya was standing. It was then that the brunette realized that the other Hitachiin twin was clad only in a towel that was rapidly slipping down his hips. Hikaru seemed to notice this too, for he hitched them up before making a little moving motion with his hand. "Please move, Kyouya. I kind of don't like being in your presence naked, thanks. I don't know why, something along the lines of 'you' 'my brother' and 'fucked'. Sorry."
He did so, concealing his surprise and a deeper emotion that would have left his cheeks to turn pink in his school days, but was now known as simply odd. Hikaru grinned and walked past him, closing the door and reemerging some three minutes later, rubbing something between his hands and using it to spike his hair. The red head walked back the couch and flopped down as if he owned the place.
Curious, Kyouya sat opposite him in a white recliner to match the sofa. He stat up straight while the Hitachiin slouched and lolled. "That's some great hair stuff they have in the bathroom," Hikaru commented. "I didn't know hotels stocked hair gel."
"They don't." Kyouya said shortly, a glimmer of what he thought the boy was using flashing through his mind. He felt a small smile tug on his lips.
"Oh really?" Hikaru contradicted, sounded both condescending and actually curious. "Then what was in those little bottles labeled 'Sexy Sheik: With strawberry scent'?"
"Lubricant."
Hikaru's face contorted and his mouth gapped before turning into a sneer of disgust. He stood and walked back towards the bathroom, where the sound of running water was soon heard again. Kyouya watched him, smirking with a smile to match that of the Hitachiin's and began to chuckle softly as he heard the boy start swearing in the shower.
"Oh, you met Hikaru?" he heard a slightly softer and sweeter voice say from behind him and he turned to see Kaoru, clad in pants and trying to find the neck hole in his t-shirt. He was not having much luck in his exhausted state, and Kyouya figured that he should probably assist him.
Standing, he simply took the shirt gently from the red head's grasp and pulled it lightly over his hair, placing a light and what some would describe as chaste kiss on the red heads brow. Kaoru smiled and seemed to purr before his arms were forced lightly through the appropriate holes.
"You know, my brother always takes at least forty minutes to shower…" he murmured suggestively, nosing Kyouya's collar bone through the older man's shirt and sighing. "We could…"
"I don't think so, Kaoru. I'm pretty sure that your bother just used the last of a certain item we need to do what your suggesting, and this is shower is just to get it out."
"Oh?" Kaoru asked, surprised, before disentangling himself from the brunette's grasp and spinning away. He smiled and knocked on the bathroom door.
"FUCKING LUBE!!" was his only response. Kaoru smirked again before pushing the door open and closing it behind him.
Kyouya watched them and just then, he formulated a mental calculator. No merits. Just the variables. They didn't add up, but other calculations pushed their way though—those calculations of the everyday world that forced Kaoru to the edge of his mind. He didn't want the red head there, no he deserved front and center, but it was…just not working. Not really.
Leaving several bills on the table for Kaoru and Hikaru to use as they pleased, he left the room, closing and locking the door behind them and checking the room out for twelve o' clock that day. Hopefully, the twins would be out by then.
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Kaoru giggled as he sat down on the toilet seat in the fogged bathroom and whistling. "Hikaru," he drawled lightly, not even trying to contain the laughter and humor that crept into his voice, "What were you doing with my strawberry flavored—"
"—SCENTED!!" His twin yelled, disgusted and vigorously rubbing his head under the turbo spray. He yelled several obscenities before he hit the wall and punched the shower curtain. "That's disgusting!"
"Actually, I find it kind of funny, but we really've got to go. Come on, man. We can go home now; mom's at work and dad always goes out to the bar this time of day. We've got a good…hour or three before I have to go to work."
Silence, or almost silence reigned. The water from the shower pattered continuously against the marble of the tub, but both twins were quiet. Finally, sighing, Hikaru reached down and turned off the hot spray of water. He pushed the curtain aside and grabbed a towel off the rack.
Kaoru got up from his spot on the toilet seat and began to draw on the fogged up mirror with his little finger. He smiled ruefully as he drew a small heart with two 'K's on either side of it, as well as a smaller 'H' under the 'K' on the right. He jumped when he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder and smiled benignly over his shoulder at him.
"Generally, I like this Kyouya guy," Hikaru admitted, blushing to the tips of his ears, but also grinning as he stared at the ground. "I don't see why you like him, but I think he's…"
It was more of what Hikaru didn't say that made his little brother snake one arm around his shoulders and give him a swift, one armed hug.
"We should probably go," Kaoru realized, his tone suddenly withdrawing and sounding guilty. He smiled sheepishly at his twin before exiting the bathroom and leaving Hikaru to get dressed. The elder of the Hitachiin twins watched his brother go with his eyes before turning to the mirror and wiping the heart and letters off of it's surface.
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Two police men tapped their boots impatiently at the front desk of the hotel, waiting for their patrons to return with the list of rooms and the keys they asked for. One, an extremely tall and well muscled man, looked down to his partner, a shorter, blonder and more childish man, but none the less muscular. They shared a look, clearly stating that this was the place.
Grinning with predetermined triumph, the short of the two extended his arm to ring the bellhop bell once again and, almost immediately, a frazzled looking woman appeared. She handed over the keys to three separate rooms, along with the papers that the two needed to sign in order to have those keys, both of which were signed. Both men turned their back on the woman and walked towards the elevator, a type of ever present purpose in their step.
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The twins could smell cops a mile away, and in the next moment, they both knew that there were at least two, less than a single mile away from them. Hikaru stiffened and Kaoru looked around hurriedly, trying to find a way out. His eyes settled on the storage and the two only just managed to dash towards it and allow the door to close behind them before the elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open.
"Hikaru," Kaoru breathed, his eyes glued to the small strip of the hallway he could see from between the door and latch. "Why are they here…Oh god, they're going into the room."
The elder of the twins elbowed his brother out of the way gently and took up his spot, watching as the shorter of the police men pulled out a card key and swiped it to open the door. He found it rather odd that the taller man stayed outside of the door, and also a bit irksome: there was now no way they could escape the hotel unnoticed. The only thing there was left to do was to wait them out…
"Kaoru," he said quietly, holding a finger to his lips and then moving slightly so that the younger got a clear view of the hall as well.
They watched. And waited. And waited. And waited. And watched.
Finally, the short blond reemerged, pulling latex gloves off of his hands and tossing them into the nearest trashcan. He dug in his pocket for a second before presenting the taller of the two with a sealed envelope and a couple small, sealed plastic bag. Hikaru and Kaoru saw them at the exact same time, and the bottom fell out of both of their stomachs.
"You left something!?!?" Kaoru said in a murderous whisper.
"I didn't mean to!!" Hikaru insisted, holding up his hands to placate his brother. With his left, he reached down to pat his pockets and, dismayed, found them to be empty. "I swear I didn't mean to! I thought I had them on me."
The younger rolled his eyes and tried to stem his anger, instead craning his neck to get a better view of the police officers. Quietly, he heard the shorter say to the taller, "I found some ecstasy in the folds of the couch, and the bathroom's still fogged up. If we're right and the runner boy is here, he should still be close. Did you see anyone?" his voice was childish, but the gun in his belt dispelled any thoughts the twins might have had that they were dealing with anyone younger then twenty-five.
"No," the taller said, his voice deep and low.
"That's funny," the shorter man said. "The mole swore on his mother's life that at least one of the curriers was here…"
Kaoru shot a glance at Hikaru. Someone had seen him, or rather one of the two of them anyway. Hikaru returned the glance apologetically.
After a couple more quiet murmurings, the shorter of the two mentioned something about cake and they both began a slow decent down the hallway towards the closet. Hikaru hurriedly pushed backwards from the door, successfully obscuring himself and Kaoru from the sightline of the cops, and also successfully flattening Kaoru between a broom and his older brother's back.
Biting his lower lip in frustration and pain, the younger of the two twins fought hard to remain silent as the footsteps of the two adults neared. Why were they even walking this way? The stairs may be here, but weren't cops fat pigs who were more interested in eating doughnuts and doing as little as possible? Well, the elevator was the other way and there was no other exit for the two Hitachiins to escape should they be discovered.
Hikaru felt Kaoru's breath quicken and took a split second to glance behind him just as the footsteps became loudest. Big mistake.
The door flew open with a crash and before the twins could even say as much as 'help!' the muzzles of two guns were trained on them and the cops behind them were glaring at the two over the handles. His reflexes trained from so many run ins with the police in his admittedly short career of a drug runner, Hikaru jerked, his chest muscles tense and his shoulders squared. He leapt forward, one hand tightly wrapped around his twins wrist and dragging Kaoru behind him.
The arm of the larger cop caught him in the middle of the chest, knocking the wind out of Hikaru's lungs and knocking him off his feet. Both twins landed with an awkward crash on the floor, the younger getting crushed between stone and his brother for a second time.
"We were right, Takashi," the shorter of the cops said lightly, reaching into his pocket, rattling two pairs of handcuffs in front of their faces. "Now put your hands behind your back and lay face down on the floor."
No one moved. "Please put your hands behind your back and lay down. Don't make me ask you again."
It was then that Hikaru's tongue seemed to unglue itself from the roof of his mouth. He sneered, yanking both hands away from the brunette cop—Takashi, he guessed—and leered, "Why should we. You can't make us."
"You're under arrest, Hitachiin. Now put your hands behind your back. We're going to bring you in and put you in the slammer. Both of you."
"I—I haven't done anything!" Kaoru objected, glancing towards Hikaru. "Neither of us did! What are we under arrest for!?!"
"Be quiet now," the blond said soothingly, almost like he was talking to a three year old. It wasn't purposefully demeanor, but it still came off as so. "We have to go downstairs, and if you're good, we won't cuff you until we get to the car, alright?"
Hikaru looked like he was going to object, but a swift elbow in the side from his twin successfully shut him up. He glared at his twin, anger misdirected and flowing freely behind his eyes. Kaoru glared right back a secret message encrypted in his gaze. He only hoped Hikaru would pick up on it before they got downstairs.
"Alright," Kaoru said for his twin, looking at the cops. "Alright, we'll go…"
Both of the red heads stood shakily, their knees knocking together like jelly despite their efforts to keep the wobbly demeanor at bay. Hikaru glanced sideways, eyes begging an answer for Kaoru's agreement to the cops wishes. He got none.
Triumphantly, the two police officers—Takashi and the shorter one—roughly grabbed the younger boys by the crook of the elbows and began the slow and struggling pathway towards the elevator. Officer Takashi was escorting Hikaru, and found himself wishing he had cuffed the boy; at least he wouldn't be jerking his arms this much. Eventually, the small group found themselves in the small, compact box that curried them between floors, the gravity affecting their stomachs. It was seemingly useless, so Hikaru stopped struggling and allowed his shoulders to slump in defeat. Kaoru obviously didn't understand the importance of running away from the police, else they wouldn't be here—what would mother say? If this was something serious, would there even be enough money to bail them out? Probably not. And if word of this got back to those in the Underground, both of them were out of a job.
An overhead bell dinged, announcing the arrival of a lower level. The doors slid open and the hustle and bustle of the lobby washed upon them. And then Kaoru ran.
Well, more accurately, he wrenched himself out of the slackened grip of the shorter officer and snatched Hikaru's wrist, successfully tripping up the taller cop in their hurry to book it. Several couples turned to stare as the red headed duo brushed past them, pushing over luggage and accidentally tripping a small child, which resulted in her falling over and screaming for her mommy.
Elated at the close call, neither Hikaru nor Kaoru took the chance to turn back, but once they reached the third alleyway from hotel front and dove into it, they collapsed. Their thin frames were not built for running long distances, but the current conditions made it an even hard to run short distances.
Kaoru bent double, panting and clutching the stitch in his side, a silly grin spread across his face. "You….you actually thought I wasn't going to fight back, didn't you?"
Hikaru slumped against the wall of the alley, disregarding the grim it transferred onto his already filthy shirt and clean hair. An identical grin spread across his face as well. "Yes," he swallowed thickly. "Yeah, for a second there, I did. You've gone soft, Kao-chan, I didn't know what you'd do."
They lapsed into an uneasy silence, straining their ears for the sound of cop cars in the distance. Nothing was really audible over the pounding of blood in their heads, but the general fading of sirens in the distance as it grew fainter was enough to set both of the Hitachiins at ease. Hikaru leaned back and brushed sweaty bangs out of his eyes. "Kaoru…"
"Yes?"
"That was close. Don't ever do it again."
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