Hi, guys! So here's Chapter Two of Foolish Games.
Still not owning Ouran yet.

I-is it really all an act?Kaoru sat scrunched up in a far corner, feeling like a zoo animal. Everyone was staring at him. Why does everyone have to stare?

"Kaoru…? What's going on? Why did you jump away from me?" Funny, Hikaru looked genuinely worried this time around. Kaoru knew what was really going on, though. He quickly composed himself, and stood up. He hid his shaking hands behind his back, and he tried to sound alright as he spoke. "I-I saw a bee." This received reactions from some of the girls, each of them looking around for this 'bee'.

Hikaru appeared slightly unconvinced, but he went with it anyway. Kyoya stepped forward, putting the moment behind them. "Well, it seems as if the bee is gone, now, so let's get back to business, shall we?" Tamaki stood behind Kyoya, looking around quickly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mommy dear, is there really a bee here?"

"No. Now get back to hosting, Daddy."

The groups dispersed, each girl heading back to her own host, and each host heading back to their own table. Calmly, Hikaru and Kaoru sat back down, and faced the girls again.

"Kaoru, was there really a bee?" Asked a worried and frantic looking brunette.

"Yeah, but I think it's gone now. Must've flown out the window." He replied quickly, not missing a beat. After that, the bee was forgotten in the usual day's hosting activities.

Everyone was gone. Well, almost. Kyoya and Tamaki had left already, Tamaki whining about the next day's cosplay and fussing over Haruhi, and Kyoya looking like a frustrated, overworked mother trying to calm down her child after an outburst at the supermarket. Of course Haruhi and Hikaru had left together. Again.

But I'm his brother… His twin. Shouldn't we walk out together? But, ugh, there's Haruhi…

His thoughts were interrupted by Usa-chan being shoved right under his nose.

Huh?

"You can hug Usa-chan if you'd like, Kao-chan. I'm sure he'll make you feel a little better." Kaoru took the stuffed bunny, holding it gently, before giving it back to Honey. "Thanks, but nothing's wrong. I'm alright."

Honey frowned; he could just tell something was wrong. He accepted Usa-chan back anyway, though. Soon enough, he and Mori left too.

I should've gone with Hikaru, but I know he'll only talk about Haruhi. That's all he ever talks about, and I hate it.

Now Kaoru was completely alone, again. His thoughts filled up his head, and then overflowed to fill the empty space the room held. He wandered around Music Room Three, wading through his mind, looking for something he could do while he, once again, spent his evening here. He rummaged through one of the supply closets, having to dig under all of Tamaki's cosplay sets, having to push past all of Kyoya's actual supplies and future sweets, and having to search up on top of the tall shelves. It was quite dusty in there, actually. Kaoru kept sneezing, and his eyes began to water up because of all the irritating specs landing in them.

God, so this is why I never come in here. A box nearby fell off the shelf, landing halfway open with some pictures spilling out of it. Kaoru went to go pick it up, but suddenly stopped as he realized who the pictures were of. Of course. Hikaru and Haruhi. I had been wondering where he ran off to in the middle of hosting sometimes, he must've been running off to hide more pictures. The younger twin didn't want to keep looking through the images, but something compelled him to. After flipping through many of Hikaru with his arm around Haruhi, he arrived at a very… peculiar photo. It was the group from back when they went to the beach, with the ladies. Kyoya, Kyoya, of all people, was standing out by the ocean, doing some sort of crab pose. He looked like he was about to squat, but with his hands up in the air like claws. His face, though, was probably the most entertaining part. He didn't have his glasses on, and he had his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck out at the oddest angle.

"… What…? Okay, moving on." He put that photo in his pocket, for safe keeping. The next photo, however, was far less entertaining. Hikaru stood there, arms around that little shit, Haruhi, kissing her cheek. And I thought I couldn't hate her any more. But I had no idea I could possibly despise my own twin this much… What's happening to me?

This had been the final breaking point for Kaoru; his own twin didn't even trust him enough to let him know that he and Haruhi were basically going out. Or, were they really going out? He stumbled forward, slamming into the wall, and ripping his uniform on the edge of the ragged metal shelf. He hardly noticed the blood on his arm or the tears on his cheeks. All he knew at this point was Hikaru didn't love him anymore, if he ever loved him anyway. He didn't love him anymore because of… of Haruhi.

"Haruhi, you filthy little bitch," Kaoru spat, "You've ruined everything for me." But Hikaru ruined it too…

He quickly grabbed anything and everything nearby, determined to fix this for himself, somehow. Cardboard boxes flew, picture frames cracked and broke, and shelves were knocked down and ripped apart.

Around two in the morning, he finally collapsed. Battered, bruised, and even bloodier, he sank to the floor, sobbing. His jacket was only hanging on him by a few threads, and his hair was an absolute disaster. His sides, arms, and thighs were covered in blood and bruises, both intentional and accidental.

This whole 'life' thing? Yeah, it's getting a bit old. It's terrible, actually.

And those were his last thoughts, for the night at least.

He soon dozed off, but woke early enough so he could go back home and grab a new uniform. Fifteen minutes later, Kaoru walked past a sleeping Hikaru, and was on his way out as he heard the faintest shuffle behind him.

"Kaoru. Why are you so dirty? Is that blood?" Kaoru turned to face his twin, who sat groggy-eyed on the bed. The light from the large, paned window behind him casted shadows on his face, making him look slightly frightening, but still as beautiful as ever.

"No. Hikaru, you're dreaming. Go back to sleep." Unfortunately for Kaoru, he didn't. He only got up and came closer, still clad in boxers, to examine his brother.

"No! Hikaru, don't get any closer. Now I said this was a dream, go back to bed." He pronounced each word with a sort of hatred, stopping his older half in his tracks. Kaoru took this opportunity to open the door behind him and slam it after he was out of there. Hikaru eyed the door with a sort of pain, but figured Kaoru was just in a bad mood because of forgotten homework or something of the sort. He went back to bed.

What have I done wrong to lose my own twin brother?

You were you.

A/N:
Sorry guys, I think this chapter sucks even more than the last ;n; Well, please let me know if you'd like me to continue, or if this sucked. If you're going to tell me it sucked, or if it was great, please tell me why (if you could). I'd like to know what I can improve upon or what I do well, or if I just made a mistake in making this into chapters instead of keeping it a oneshot. Thanks,

-Sora