Kaoru watched as Hikaru, ever so slowly, turned his body to face him, though he kept his eyes to the floor.
'Hikaru, is this for real? This isn't some sort of joke is it? Hikaru do you, I mean, could you possibly, well…"
"Do I love you? No, of course not." Kaoru said in a hoarse voice, still unable to meet Hikaru's gaze. Of course not? Kaoru felt a stab of pain. But the journal, I thought…
"Look, it's just hormones." Hikaru lied. "I'll get over it, can we just pretend this never happened?" Please, please don't leave me. Please don't make me leave you.
"Yeah, of course. Just hormones, what else could it be?" Hikaru looked up quickly. Did he just sound bitter? No, wishful thinking on my part. Kaoru turned and walked into the bathroom, he need time to think.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, to an untrained eye, it could have been Hikaru looking back at him. But Kaoru had spent most of his life examining his twin and he knew better. Other than the side part, there were much subtler differences. Hikaru's eyes were larger, softer, more fun, somehow, he had an easier set to his mouth, more prone to grinning than smiling. He had a bigger stature, Kaoru sighed. He's beautiful. He thought back to their most recent conversation. Just hormones? Of course it is. Why the fuck would it be anything else? He laughed softly, bitterly, to himself. So close, yet so fucking far away. He only realized when he tasted salt in his mouth that he was crying. The image in the mirror, the almost-Hikauro, cried with him.
Why did I have to love you?
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Aww, poor Kaoru. This is not the end! But to read the end, you, yes you, have to review. Glad we had this talk, see ya.