AN: I am SO sorry for the wait! It was like 3 months, right? I'm sorry it took this long, but I'm REALLY suprised that this story has 8 reviews! I mean, I think this story sucks. But AAANYWAY, here you are:P

OH. And I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club.

Now, on with the story.

Kaoru's POV:

I can hardly breath threw my tears. It feels like I'm dying.

Tamaki left a while ago, and left me worse then I was before.

I haven't gotten out of the bed to see the damage, but I'm pretty sure the sheets are filled with blood.

At least Tamaki enjoyed himself. I mean, I'm not ever going to get better, so it's good that he got something out of my pain.

My eyes become heavy. I'm not sure if it's from the depression, or if I'm just tired. I'll try to sleep it off.

Tamaki's POV:

I finally got inside Kaoru. God, he was tight. He fought back, and every time he did, he hurt his beautiful, delicate wrists.

"I love him~" I say in a sing song voice while walking home, nearly skipping.

I mean, if you fucked Kaoru Hitachiin, wouldn't you be skipping in happiness?

I bet that's why Hikaru was so happy all the time.

That lucky bastard. I could have killed him myself.

"Oh Kaoru," I say, plopping down in my incredibly soft bed, "You're so amazing~! I love you."

I start to snuggle with my pillow, then I hear a knock on my door.

"Tamaki," it's Kyoya.

"Come in~"

"How was Kaoru?" He sat down next to me.

"Not too good. He kinda looked sick."

"Did you ask him when he's coming back to school?"

"No."

"Is there something wrong, Tamaki?"

"No. Not at all." I hold back a smirk.

"Okay... So how sick does he look?"

"He's all pale, and his voice is all weird."

"It's probably just from all of his depression."

I kiss him on his lips and push him onto the bed, with my cheek nuzzling into his chest.

I look up and see him smile as he ran his fingers threw my hair.

My hands travel down, all the way to his hips. "Oh, Kyouya..." I give his pants a tug. He smirks.

"Need help?"

I bat my eye lashes. "Yes, please." I smile.

Kaoru's POV:

We're walking threw the streets, laughing, hugging, smiling.

He caresses my chin, and starts to kiss my lips. I finally feel comfort as I melt into his arms. I rap my arms around his neck, and push forward, making the kiss deeper. He pulls away.

He starts to fade.

I start to shiver, and hug him tight.

"P-please don't go..."

He kisses my forehead, and says "Goodbye, Kaoru."

I whisper, "I love you..." as tears start to fall down my face.

Soon, my arms are empty.

He's gone.

"H-Hika...Hikaru..." The tears fall harder.

I wake up, tears streaming down my face. My hand is in the spot where he used to sleep.

"I can't take this..." I whimper. "Why can't I just die..? Why can't this end?"

"I wonder if Hikaru misses me..."

Probably not. I was the reason he killed himself, after all.

"I'm such a failure... I never do anything right..."

I walk to the dresser, hugging myself.

I open up Hikaru's drawers, and look threw his things. He had so many pictures of us. So many camera's filled with memories of good times. He had a very big music collection, too. Everything from Vocaloid, to Lady GaGa, Two Door Cinema Club, and even some Jamie's Elsewhere, and Suicide Silence.

I unfold his favorite pajama pants, the ones that are orange and black plaid. I study them. Every wrinkle, juice stain, and hole.

I run to the bathroom, carrying them with me.

I start to hum his favorite song, Come Back Home, by Two Door Cinema Club.

Ironic, I know.

I start to sing, "So now you're on your own, won't you come back home,"

I undress, "To see you're not that kind, and find the strength to find,"

And get in the shower, "The strength to find another way," I take my shower, thinking of Hikaru, singing the whole time.

It seems like I wash away all my sadness and depression, I actually feel happy, afterwards, despite what just happened not even a couple hours ago.

I get out, and put his pajama pants on, then part my hair to the side he always had it. I cuddle myself, and smile, giggling just like I did when he was alive.

"I'm gonna go back to school tomorrow."

I sit around for a bit, just staring at myself, mesmereized by how much I actually look like Hikaru. Before he died, I thought we looked very different, despite us being twins, but now, I'm very thankful that I look so much like him.

"Ya know what?" I say to myself, "I'm gonna go pay Tamaki a visit." I evilly smirk, chuckling just like I would have if Hikaru was here.

AN: OOOOOOOOHMAHGOD. You all are in for quite a suprise when I update next. And no, Kaoru's not gonna rape Tamaki back, thats retarded. XD