A/N: To be found after.

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Hikaru woke to Kaoru shoving him out of their bed. The cold floor on his skin was not the first thing he wanted to deal with in the morning. He sat up on his elbows and looked at his twin through heavily lidded eyes.

"What did you do that for?"

"I tried waking you other ways" Kaoru said innocently. "I stroked your face and gently called your name, I shook you, I poked you, I shook you harder, I started shouting your name, I shook you so hard I was worried I was going to rattle your brain, and then I finally had to shove you off. It was either that or a bucket of cold water" he said matter-of-factly, "and I figured that would be worse."

Hikaru huffed, stood up and got his uniform from the closet to get dressed. Being Hikaru could be such a task.

It proved to be just that as the day went on. In maths, he put up a very diligent show of pretending the material did not bore him to death. How could the teacher think that they did not already know this? They had basically covered the material three weeks ago. He looked around at his fellow classmates and saw that several them were obviously struggling. He gritted his teeth.

Being Hikaru could be such a responsibility.

Lunch was not much better. Kyoya-senpai had called a last minute meeting to discuss the division of patrons as Mori-senpai was out getting his tonsils removed. This meant that Haruhi would have to pair up with Hunny-senpai to appear to 'comfort hit distress'. Haruhi's customers were now being split up between the twins and Tamaki.

"Hikaru and Kaoru will get four of Haruhi's patrons, and Tamaki will take on the other two." Kyoya scribbled the decision down on his clipboard as he spoke.

"Kyoya-senpai, why do we get twice as many as milord?" He frowned for added affect.

"There's two of you and one of him. Even he can't handle every one," he brusquely replied.

"But senpai," Hikaru started, "you could take on a few-"

"I will be spending the afternoon figuring out how the price we will be paying for the loss of Mori-senpai's voice for the next week. See you lot after school." Kyoya stood up from his couch, excusing the meeting.

"Not like he talks much anyway," Hikaru muttered under is breath. He felt Kaoru's hand on his shoulder attempting to make him feel better.

Being Hikaru was a job.

Club time came, and with the extra four girls, they really had to step up their game. Hikaru was lovingly holding his brother, running is hands through his hair, and was inwardly cringing that these girls actually thought that they were worthy of his brother. Or of him, for that matter. They, who couldn't even tell them apart, nor even really care. They really shouldn't even be allowed to look at the two of them in this special moment.

Being Hikaru was a most sacred duty.

Hikaru and Kaoru went home. They sat back to back while they worked on their homework. They sat across from each other while they ate dinner. They sat next to each other while they watched television. They climbed into bed together, and Hikaru threw a protective arm over his younger brother as they settled in for the night. Hikaru thought about the day, and realized with a groan that the following day would be much the same…As well as the day after that and the day after that.

Being Hikaru was such a chore, but someone had to do it.

A/N: Obviously the first thing that came to mind was a Haruhi-centric fic. But I thought that was too obvious. So, I thought "What would one of the boys find to be a chore? Hmmm… Why not Hikaru!" And here we are. Hope you liked it.