Envy-Hikaru

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He felt it when someone liked Kaoru more as a host than him. He felt it when he saw his brother or any other guy talking to Haruhi. He felt it when Tamaki got the largest pile of chocolates on Valentine's Day.

Envy. Jealousy. Call it what you want, but it was evident that Hikaru possessed it.

Every time that the twins were designated as hosts by the females at Ouran and it seemed like Kaoru was getting more attention, a sudden surge of envy and something resembling anger surged through Hikaru and his golden eyes flashed a wicked green, before he went over to hog back the spotlight. At first, Hikaru thought he just liked the attention, or that he didn't want the females to see Kaoru without Hikaru by his side. But then it kept happening, and he wondered why. It wasn't like it was a bad thing that Kaoru was getting attention, and sometimes, Hikaru liked to have a little alone time while his brother took the spotlight but most of the time when it happened, he felt almost as if he were in a competition with Kaoru. A competition he couldn't lose.

And then any time one of the host club members talked to Haruhi and she seemed mildly interested, again, Hikaru would get that surge of negative energy coursing through him, and he would go into his own inner mind theatre where he would be torturing all the guys who even gave Haruhi a second glance.

Throughout the year though, he and Kaoru had gotten closer to her, close enough to be best friends, and he took immense pride in that. From best friend to boyfriend wasn't that big a step, he thought with a grin on his face. The worst guy in his opinion had been that Arai boy who showed up at the hotel Haruhi was working at, bringing with him melons. Haruhi and Arai had seemed too chummy for Hikaru's liking, and he'd even let loose his emotions that day, making Haruhi slap him. She had thought that he had been acting like a jerk, and deserved some punishment. Hikaru didn't think that he had ever felt worse in his entire life. All he'd wanted to do was to be able to make her smile and talk to her as friendly as Arai had done!

And then, when Kasanoba or whatever his name was, came around, and Haruhi, being the overly nice person she was, had tried to befriend him, the guy had gone and fallen for her! What the hell? He had wanted to beat the guy up but knew that with his skinny build, he stood no chance and it was basically just a death wish. Still, he could shoot daggers from across the room if he ever felt like killing the guy.

When Valentine's Day came around, he could also anonymously threaten anyone who sent Haruhi a card or box of chocolates, minus Kyouya, Honey, Mori and Kaoru of course, who would either kill him or would torture him, or would just wonder what the heck was going on with his dear brother.

Oh yes, Valentine's Day, another day Hikaru's envy was unleashed for Valentine's Day meant oodles and oodles of cards, gifts, and assorted truffles or chocolates for the hosts. Each female would give their designated host their gift or card, and the host club had a fairly even number of designations per member, so it should have been pretty even in the "reaping of rewards" as Tamaki called it, but somehow, there was always an unfair number.

Tamaki, always, and Hikaru meant ALWAYS, got the most gifts by far. Even Kyouya, who could have purchased gifts for all of them, purchased only one for Tamaki who apparently, was the reason they were raking in so much money. Tamaki on the other hand, had so many boxes of truffles and fine chocolates that he took only one from each box before he tossed the remains to Kyouya to sell or to Honey to eat. Mori got many gifts as well, at least, more than Hikaru, and Hikaru could not have been more outraged. Mori was somewhat his friend, but this was entirely inexcusable! How could it happen?

Mori hardly did anything, and he hardly ever spoke! Why, all he really had to do was wipe Honey's mouth with a napkin ever few months or so and he was guaranteed another hundred designations! This was outrageous, unacceptable! Hikaru had to work hard for all the gifts he earned! There was a twincest act that he had to pull everyday; he didn't get to just sit around wiping a little child-minded 17 year-old's mouth! Either way, this was just contributing to making Hikaru even more envious of the older boy.

He wished that he could be like Mori, whose stoic demeanor was acceptable by the fact that he was tall, incredibly good-looking, and very athletic. Or that he could be more like Honey, who's main job was to keep the cuteness factor of the club to a maximum.

Life could have even been easier as Tamaki, whose romantic French accent had wooed all the ladies, seemingly including even Haruhi.

It seemed that no matter where he went, there was always a reason to be envious. Maybe he just didn't know how to appreciate what he had.

AN: Ok, maybe not the best ending for this chapter, but I was running out of ideas!