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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Thank you Avianahelena for dealing with all my 'to be' sentences and the comma splices. The prodding from aa826 made me get off my lazy ass and post this one. I hope that you enjoy and please feel free to review. I'm more likely to post sooner if you review XD

Hikaru rolled onto his stomach, flinging sheets over the side of the bed as his toes stretched outward. He groaned in annoyance and flipped back over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling fan that spun slowly. The slow movement of the air was just enough to send a cool sensation over his mostly uncovered body. He pulled at his green boxers that were rode upa and then he rolled onto his side. He groaned again and finally rose to sitting position. Hikaru rubbed his eyes and looked around his room: it was a mess.

A random assortment of dishware had been flung on every piece of furniture around the room. His closet was open revealing many designer clothes. Even more clothes littered the floor. A few of them circled his dirty hamper while others had been tossed around the room from late night activities.

Hikaru twisted slightly and then leaned his head to the left until he heard a satisfying pop. He stretched his arms up toward the ceiling. Hikaru winced as he felt a kink over his right shoulder. His hand immediately moved to his shoulder to massage the kink out. Hikaru's fingers ran over the ink embedded into his skin. The tattoo flexed with every move he made.

"Haruhi's taking Geology, we should too." Hikaru turned from his desk to look at his twin. His laptop behind him displayed a list of elective college courses for freshmen.

Kaoru looked up from his own laptop to his twin. "I'd rather take Anatomy for my science."

"Come on, Kaoru." Hikaru grinned. "We can tease Haruhi together. It will be just like High School."

"Why don't you two take it?" Kaoru began to type again. "And I'll take Anatomy."

"But…" Hikaru frowned. "Then we won't be together."

"I thought you would want some alone time with Haruhi." Kaoru clicked on a new link.

"It doesn't matter." Hikaru picked at his chair. "I mean, it's more fun when you're around."

"Just because she said 'no' before-" Kaoru began.

Hikaru waved his hand in a dismissing gesture. "I'm over that." He turned away. "I just wanted us to do this together."

"But I thought you wanted us to do some things separate." Kaoru stared pointedly at Hikaru's hair that was dyed black.

"Well, yeah but..." Hikaru trailed off.

"It's just a few classes." Kaoru smiled at his brother.

"Few?" Hikaru asked, wide-eyed.

Hikaru clicked the TV off and slumped further back into the couch. He picked at a few hairs on the trail leading down to his boxers. Eventually Hikaru stopped as he realized the extent of his boredom. After taking a look around the living room Hikaru headed for his room, deciding that he may actually get dressed today. He paused as he noted that there was a light shining from underneath Kyoya's door.

"Must be after noon," Hikaru grinned before quietly opening Kyoya's door. Kyoya laid on his stomach while writing in a notebook, looking comfortable on his silken dark comforter that adorned his bed. Several textbooks were scattered around him, and he held his place in the closest one. Hikaru couldn't help but note that Kyoya wore only some black designer jeans.

"Is there a particular reason why you are in my room?" Kyoya asked almost bored.

"I'm bored," Hikaru stated as he leaned against the door frame.

Kyoya wrote in his notebook again. "And I would care because?"

Hikaru quickly made his way to the bed. "Because." He leaned close to Kyoya's ear. "I need to be entertained." He crawled onto the bed.

"Sounds like a personal problem." Kyoya rose to a sitting position, placing his notebook in his lap so he could write more easily. "If you don't mind, I do have homework."

"Come on, Kyoya." Hikaru wrapped his arms around Kyoya's shoulders. "Have a little fun."

"Sorry to ruin your entertainment, but I'm not gay." Kyoya turned the page on a nearby book.

"Neither am I." Hikaru tightened his hold.

Kyoya looked up and stared at him.

"Well, half of the time I'm not." Hikaru grinned and moved to nibble on Kyoya's ear.

Kyoya sighed, "homework."

Hikaru groaned and looked down at Kyoya's notebook. "You're almost done you've..." Hikaru paused as he stared at the equations. "When did they start putting shapes in math?"

"It means change," Kyoya said as he wrote down the answer to the problem.

"It's a triangle," Hikaru argued. He casually snaked his hand down Kyoya's chest.

"Hikaru..." Kyoya warned.

"Come on, Kyoya." Hikaru wriggled his hips suggestively.

Kyoya sighed. "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

Hikaru grinned as he walked through the mostly empty mansion. He held the flyer of a brand new club in his hand, the word 'Play' written in bold pink letters. He hurried his way to his room, hoping that Kaoru would want to join him. He grabbed the handle to his room and pushed it revealing darkness.

"Kaoru?" Hikaru stepped into the darkness. It was only 8 pm, the lights shouldn't be off.

"Hikaru?" Kaoru's said panicked. Hikaru could hear the shuffling of sheets. "Get out!"

"Who is it?" Hikaru heard a woman whisper.

Hikaru felt a surge of jealousy flood his being and he stomped into the room, turning on a nearby lamp. He was greeted by Kaoru's pale back glistening with sweat as he hovered over the bed. Foreign fingers laced through his orange locks, and a hand gripped his hip. The woman underneath Kaoru was mostly hidden, but Hikaru could see her eyes. Her green eyes were darting from Kaoru to Hikaru and back again.

"Hikaru!" Kaoru turned angrily, grabbing the sheets to cover them more.

The green eyed woman continued to stare. "You're twins?"

Hikaru lay on his back while playing on his cell. Only a few inches separated him from Kyoya, and he was steadily closing the gap.

It was Hikaru's favorite game: the "annoy Kyoya" game. It was usually entertaining, mostly because Hikaru never knew exactly how Kyoya would react. In public Kyoya would generally walk away and ignore Hikaru, sometimes going as far as smacking the twin upside the head when no one was looking. When they were alone, or at the club where his name didn't matter, it was a whole other story.

When that would occur, Kyoya would sometimes ignore him, just to get a rise out of him. Kyoya had also been known to push him away and insult him. That usually happened when he was in a bad mood or had dealt with Tamaki hanging all over him all day. Other times Kyoya would play along, and those were usually the best. Kyoya would tease, lead up to the moment and then pull away allowing reality to come back. It was always fun to see how far Kyoya would actually take it, though sometimes it did end with Hikaru taking a cold shower.

Hikaru glanced at Kyoya. Kyoya was his friend: a toy that would play back. Kyoya sure as hell didn't agree with everything that Hikaru did, sometimes to the point of being vocal about it, but he would mostly turn a blind eye to it. He would only intervene when Hikaru had gone too far.

A few strands of raven hair fell over Kyoya's glasses as he concentrated on his work. Hikaru caught himself wanting to push the hair back, but restrained himself. He was attracted to Kyoya, sure. But it was merely physical, a need that could easily be sated elsewhere, which was a really good thing considering the fact that Kyoya was undeniably straight.

Hikaru flicked Kyoya's nipple, eliciting an exasperated sigh from the shadow king. "Want to join me in a shower?" Hikaru grinned while running his fingers down Kyoya's arm.

Kyoya looked down at him thoughtfully. "That's an interesting idea." Kyoya laid his pencil down. "But the problem is-" Kyoya leaned over Hikaru, leaving only a few inches between their chests and faces. "I'm not dirty."

Hikaru laced his arms around Kyoya's neck. "I can solve that."

"Can you now?" Kyoya leaned even closer, making Hikaru wonder exactly how flexible the man was.

"Definitely." Hikaru lifted his head slightly.

"Too bad I'm not gay." Kyoya sighed and pulled away.

Hikaru cursed inwardly. "Eventually, I'll get you there."

"Good luck with that." Kyoya picked up his pencil. "Until then, enjoy your shower."

Hikaru grinned. "All I wanted was for you to dye my hair."

"I swear I did," Kaoru told the brunette.

The green eyed woman shook her head, "No, I would have remembered." She looked at Hikaru. "You only said that you had a brother."

"I would have remembered if you had told me you had met some girl." Hikaru pointed at the woman. "What the hell?"

"Just calm down," Kaoru told them both. "I'm going to get something to drink, okay?"

Hikaru slumped down into a chair, staring at the bed that was still messed up. For once it hadn't been because of him. Jealousy rose in him as he wondered how many times this had happened before.

The woman eyed Hikaru warily. After a few moments she attempted conversation. "So...you're Hikaru, right?"

Hikaru looked away pointedly. "Obviously."

"My name's Yukiko." She smiled as she tried to ignore the twin's obvious rudeness. "Kaoru's told me a lot about you."

Hikaru snorted.

"Well, obviously he left out a very important detail." She shrugged.

"Funny enough, he's never mentioned you once." Hikaru told her.

She smiled, tilting her head slightly in annoyance, but continued on nonetheless. "He told me that you were in a host club together. That you used to chase off every single maid that came in this mansion. How you keep trying to scare off the twin maids." She looked up in thought. "You both used to annoy some guy named Tono, and had classes with a Haruhi. He also said that you had dyed your hair to look...different." She looked at him. "And now I understand why."

"Yet, he never once mentioned that we were twins?" Hikaru crossed his arms. The flyer crinkled in his hand; he had forgotten he was still holding it.

"No." She shook her head. "He also told me about how you put honey all over some guy named Honey. That you sawed partway through a guy's kendo stick so he'd lose a match, lured someone into a makeover with fancy tuna. And told Tono that it would be a great promotion to do a surprise kiss on his best friend."

"First time I'd ever seen Kyoya punch someone," Hikaru mumbled.

"Hmm?" Yukiko smiled.

"So, you think you know Kaoru?" Hikaru looked her over. "You think you can win at the 'Which one's Hikaru game'?"

"I think I could win at the 'Which one's Kaoru game'," she said agitatedly.

Hikaru glared at her. "That's not what it's called."

"Well, why not? I know all about Kaoru, but I just met you." Yukiko crossed her arms.

"Because it's not," Hikaru bit out. "And you could never win."

"I could never lose!" She glared. "You two seem nothing alike. Kaoru is sweet, kind, smart-"

"You know nothing about my brother!" Hikaru yelled.

"HIKARU!"

They both turned to see Kaoru holding three drinks. Anger was evident on his face. "Stop yelling at my girlfriend!"

It was almost as if a whole bucket of cold water was poured on Hikaru. He looked between the two. "You're dating?" He turned to Kaoru. "You're dating? And you never told me?"

"Hika-" Kaoru started.

"Just forget it!" Hikaru bolted for the door.

"Hikaru! Wait!"

Hikaru grumbled at the math problem that he had just finished. At the moment, he lay on his stomach on his bed, a lone book in front of him with a calculator next to it. He glanced at his calculator and tapped his pencil against his temple. Boredom was at such a high that Hikaru had resorted to homework; he had even bothered to put on pants for the day. He groaned and collapsed over his homework, his head lying on the paper. Hikaru closed his eyes and took several breaths, hoping that sleep would overtake him.

"You did problem 1 incorrectly," he heard Kyoya say from beside the bed.

"Go do your own homework," Hikaru grumbled.

Kyoya ignored him. "Do you even know how to do Algebra?" Kyoya pulled the paper from underneath Hikaru's face. "The drool is a nice touch though." Kyoya smirked.

"What's wrong with problem 1?" Hikaru groaned.

"Aside from being completely incorrect?"

"Yeah." Hikaru raised his head.

"Well, for starters, I'm quite sure that 2 plus 3 does not equal 6." Kyoya said right before Hikaru snatched the paper out of his hands.

"Shit!" Hikaru groaned. "I thought it said to multiply. UGH!" He tossed the page aside. "I'll give you 400 yen to do my homework."

"I doubt my brain could sink that low," Kyoya said.

Hikaru frowned. "I meant correctly."

"Then the professor would know that you didn't do it."

"Kyoya!" Hikaru said angrily.

Kyoya shook his head while looking down. His eyes stopped on a moldy dish. "What is this?"

"What?" Hikaru looked up from his Geology homework.

"What is this?" Kaoru held up a bag full of tannish powder.

"Nothing." Hikaru looked back down to his book, hoping that the conversation would end there.

"I'm not an idiot, Hikaru. Tell me what this is!" Kaoru shoved the bag in Hikaru's face.

"If you're so smart, then figure it out for yourself." Hikaru grabbed the bag from Kaoru and stood up.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into just for having it?" Kaoru said in an angry whisper. "Years in jail."

"Leave me alone!" Hikaru pushed him aside, heading for the door. "It's none of your business."

"Since when are you not my business? You're my brother, you're my-"

Hikaru slammed the door behind him.

It wasn't long before he arrived at his own little bit of paradise. The neon lights behind the bar read 'Play'. The club was packed as always, with loud music blaring. Here Hikaru was free to do whatever he pleased.

He could feel the small baggie hitting his leg in his pocket with every single step he took. Each time it hit his leg he felt the need calling him, and he headed for the bathroom. Just as he reached the bathroom, the door opened to reveal a woman who was smoothing down her hair and adjusting her skirt; a faint blush crossed her cheeks as she saw him and she scurried to the dance floor. Hikaru was so busy watching her embarrassment that he almost didn't see the man exiting the bathroom behind her. If it hadn't been for the years in host club he probably wouldn't have recognized him.

"Kyoya?" Hikaru gaped. The man's steps didn't falter; the only thing that acknowledged Hikaru's presence were the man's eyes. With his glasses gone, Hikaru could see the gray eyes shift. Kyoya ignored him and continued to walk.

"Kyoya!" Hikaru grabbed Kyoya's arm. Kyoya turned with a raised brow. His unbuttoned shirt exposed a lean chest with a few nail marks on it.

"Is there something that you want?" Kyoya asked coolly. Hikaru stared at him. "Then I suggest you leave me alone."

Hikaru watched as Kyoya walked away. Anger surged through him and he ran past the partying people to reach Kyoya. He grabbed Kyoya's arm again. "What? Are you just going to ignore me?"

"You've seemed quite oblivious of me these past two months," Kyoya said coolly. "Go home."

"You're not the boss of me." Hikaru glared.

"No." Kyoya reached into Hikaru's pocket. "This is." He held up the baggie and Hikaru snatched it back.

"What do you know?" Hikaru sneered.

"A lot, actually." Kyoya frowned. "Go home. You should go talk to your brother."

"Why the hell would he care?" Hikaru stuffed the baggie back into his pants. "This is my shit, my life, and he can just butt out."

Kyoya stared at him for a moment before shaking his head and walking away. Hikaru trailed after him.

"Don't turn your back on me." Hikaru clenched his fists and began to follow Kyoya up some stairs. A giant arm pulled him back. Hikaru looked up to see a rather muscular man glaring at him. Hikaru turned to see Kyoya continuing up the stairs. "KYOYA!"

Kyoya stopped halfway up. He turned his head just enough to see Hikaru out of his peripheral vision. Hikaru was glaring at him. Kyoya sighed and signaled to the guard to let Hikaru go. The guard nodded and allowed Hikaru to pass. Hikaru straightened his clothes and began up the stairs.

"HIKARU!" Orange hair flashed, making its way toward them. The guard turned to look at Kyoya who kept his back to the situation. Kyoya tilted his head toward Hikaru. The guard understood: the decision lay with the new guy.

"Come home." Kaoru gripped Hikaru's forearm.

Hikaru shrugged him off. "Go away."

"Please, Hikaru." Kaoru held out his hand. "Let's go home and talk about this."

Hikaru looked at Kaoru's outstretched hand for a moment before he held out his own hand. "Why don't you just join me for a drink?" Hikaru offered.

"No, Hikaru." Kaoru dropped his arm. "Let's go home; we can deal with this together."

Hikaru turned to look at Kyoya, who still had his back to them. He looked back at Kaoru. Kaoru looked at Kyoya, confused, not recognizing him.

"You have your own life." Hikaru took a step backward. "Why can't I do something on my own?"

Hikaru added the aftershave and inspected his face for any stray hairs. He fingered his left earlobe, briefly entertaining the idea of getting it pierced.

"You'd have to pierce the other one." Kyoya walked into the bathroom and then glanced in the mirror. The first thing he did was muss up his hair.

"Not if I gave up men." Hikaru pinched the flesh of his earlobe, wincing slightly.

"It's such a hard thing to do." Kyoya hovered next to Hikaru.

"Well, with such a lack of attractive models, I have no choice." Hikaru smirked.

"Lack?" Kyoya tipped Hikaru's chin up with his finger.

"Sorry," Hikaru grinned. "I'm not into geeks." He pulled away.

"Just grab your stuff." Kyoya took off his glasses and reached for his contact case.

"Want me to bring you any?" Hikaru asked.

Kyoya held a lens to his eye. "And since when do I do such a thing?"

Hikaru grinned as he reclined in a chair at his usual table in the VIP section. The laser lights were the only thing penetrating the darkness around him-that and the red ring around his lit blunt. Hikaru looked up as some of the lights came back on. His gaze stopped on a figure heading his way. He grinned as he realized it was his friend, if you could call him that, approaching.

"I'd ask if you want one-" Hikaru lifted his blunt. "But I know you'll say n-"

Kyoya grabbed the blunt from Hikaru's hand and took a long drag off of it. Coughing, Kyoya then collapsed into the chair next to Hikaru.

"I thought you said smoking was for idiots." Hikaru stared at Kyoya.

"I AM an idiot." Kyoya took another drag. "I mean obviously I am for even believing that I was in the running."

"Running for what?" Hikaru began to roll himself another blunt.

"Everything." Kyoya let out a laugh. "I'm fucking second best at everything."

"What are you talking about?" Hikaru frowned.

"To my father, the company, to every idiot person walking around the Ootori mansion..." Kyoya looked away and took another drag. "...and to her..."

Hikaru frowned. He concentrated on rolling the blunt, pretending he hadn't heard Kyoya. "Well, Kaoru is busy with his toy at home." Hikaru lit the blunt. "So, I'd rather not deal with that."

Kyoya continued to stare off into space.

"Let's get fucked up." Hikaru grinned.

Kyoya looked down at his blunt. A strange expression crossed his face before he looked straight at Hikaru. "Whatever we can do to erase this day."

Hikaru leaned over the balcony. He stared out into the sea of people dancing their cares away. As usual, the beat was loud and resonating in his chest; it felt like a second heartbeat. He took a drag off of his half smoked blunt and stared at the happy faces. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back behind him.

Kyoya reclined in a chair in their darkened corner. A young woman straddled him in an extremely indecent way. Her body rolled with the beat as she held onto his shoulders. Though the dark corner revealed very little, Hikaru suspected that her skirt had been pulled up.

Hikaru shook his head and looked back out on the crowd. He took another drag and allowed his thoughts to become preoccupied. A part of him really wanted to go out onto the dance floor, but he didn't want to go alone. He turned again and caught Kyoya's face as it became illuminated for a brief moment. The look of concentration mixed with pleasure was ominous. Hikaru sighed. Kyoya was fun to dance with, and many women often joined to create a giant gyrating mass of fun and pleasure. But Hikaru found himself thinking about orange hair. Orange hair and amber eyes accompanied by a sly grin that held gentleness. A gentleness that Hikaru could swear only he could see.

Green eyes pierced his soul.

A hand gripped his shoulder, and Hikaru turned to see Kyoya. Kyoya tilted his head in question but Hikaru just looked back out over the balcony. Why should he care?

"Let's go," Kyoya stated over the music.

"I don't want to dance." Hikaru bit back the 'with you'.

"I'm going down if you care to later." Kyoya's hand left Hikaru's shoulder.

Hikaru's shoulder felt lighter, but a heaviness set in. The brand, the tattoo that encompassed his right shoulder, seemed to scream at him. 'You are different!'

Hikaru furrowed his brow as he attempted to open his eyes. The room was at first blurry until Hikaru rubbed his eyes, removing the sleep. Above him was a light which sent a stab of pain into his head. The reason for his coma-like state was busy gathering her clothes. The redhead looked up and gave him a smile. Hikaru blinked as he tried to recall where he knew her from. She grabbed her panties from the top of the TV and then with a wave she was gone.

Hikaru shifted his legs and heard a groan. It was then that it occurred to him that he was sitting on one side of a couch, his legs intertwined with another set of legs. The other set of legs led up to unbuttoned jeans and a dark tank. The rest of the man's body was slanted off the couch at an odd angle with his head hanging off out of view.

Hikaru wriggled his legs, attempting to wake the other man, to no avail. A lurch in his stomach hit him. He frantically jumped up, sending the other man to the floor, and ran for the nearest door. Thankfully it led to a bathroom and Hikaru emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. A few moments later, Hikaru was laying his head against the cool porcelain. He let out a pitiful groan and rose while flushing the toilet.

Back in the living room Kyoya was lying on the floor, glaring at the overhead light. He noticed Hikaru and sat up with a groan. He licked his lips, getting the bad taste of morning out.

Hikaru leaned against the bathroom door frame. "Do you know where we are?"

Kyoya gave him a funny look. He closed his eyes as it dawned on him. "Oh, right." He groaned. "You've never been to my place."

"This is your place?" Hikaru looked around. "Why'd you move out of your Dad's?"

"I have a feeling we discussed that last night." Kyoya rubbed his eye.

"Oh, right. Your Dad's a dick."

"Eloquently phrased..." Kyoya looked around.

"Do you remember last night?" Hikaru moved his right shoulder as an itch set in.

"Not really. Just fragments." Kyoya grunted as he rose to his feet.

"I remember talking a lot before leaving the club." Hikaru scratched his right shoulder. "You didn't really shut up." He moved his hand underneath his shirt to scratch and felt bandages. His eyes widened. "KYOYA!"

"Shit! Not so loud." Kyoya held his head.

"What's on my back?" Hikaru frantically pulled off his shirt.

"What?" Kyoya looked to see a large bandage on Hikaru's shoulder blade. "It's a bandage."

"Take it off!" Hikaru pulled at it. "I must have hurt myself." Hikaru tensed as he felt Kyoya's fingers at the edges of the bandages. He cringed as the tape pulled at sensitive skin. A few seconds later cool air hit his skin. He waited for Kyoya's response. "Well, is it okay?" he asked shakily. Silence answered him. "Kyoya?" He turned his head to see Kyoya staring with wide eyes. "Is it going to leave a scar?"

Kyoya's eyes never left his shoulder blade. "I wouldn't say 'scar'."

Hikaru darted back to the bathroom, peering over his shoulder into the mirror. A snake-like dragon wove itself around a Celtic ring and bared its fangs in the middle of the circle.

Hikaru couldn't move. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He cursed himself as he remembered talking to Kyoya about getting it last night. He clenched his fists in overwhelming anger at himself. He had dragged Kyoya to the tattoo shop and had made him-

Hikaru looked out the door to see Kyoya had his shirt pulled up and was picking at a similar bandage that was sticking out of his pants. Kyoya pulled his pants and boxers down slightly, revealing even more bandages. He ripped the bandages off, wincing in pain as he did it. The top of a tribal scorpion could be seen, it's body and tail delving even deeper. Kyoya looked down into his pants.

"How far does it go down?" Hikaru asked quietly.

Kyoya continued to look down.

Hikaru's hands were on the hips of the woman in front of him, grinding into her with the beat. Another pair of hands found their way to his hips as different woman danced up against him. He looked past the woman in front of him and saw Kyoya dancing in front of her, getting closer. Soon Kyoya was grinding up against her as well. Kyoya nipped at her neck and winked at Hikaru. Hikaru winked back.

It was a game: one of Hikaru's favorites, maybe because it reminded him so much of the host club. They would flirt shamelessly with each other. Hikaru would touch and Kyoya would imply. The girls would go wild for the act. The women loved the two dark mysterious men whose hands wandered every which way. They wanted to be a part of their game, or better yet, come between them. Hikaru guessed that was all a woman wanted: to come between them and ruin everything.

Kyoya opened the door to his condo. Standing there was Hikaru with bags-lots of bags. He eyed the ones that Hikaru was carrying. Hikaru pushed past Kyoya, shoving one of the bags into Kyoya's arms.

"I'm going to ask, because you can't possibly be thinking what I think you are thinking. But, why are you here?" Kyoya turned, still holding the bag.

"You have an extra room, don't you?" Hikaru looked around.

"Get out!" Kyoya ordered.

"You're not using it." Hikaru frowned.

"Did Kaoru kick you out?" Kyoya asked.

"No, I left," Hikaru told him. Immediately Kyoya tossed Hikaru's bag into the hall.

"Go home," Kyoya ordered. "Tell your brother he's an idiot and to get over himself, but that you care for him."

"Would you tell your brother that?" Hikaru asked angrily.

"Possibly Fuyumi." Kyoya shrugged. "But he's your twin-"

"Brother," Hikaru interrupted.

"-And you shouldn't be fighting like this," Kyoya continued.

"He's an ass!"

"Never said he wasn't. Now go home!" Kyoya pointed to the hall.

Hikaru stared at him, and then he dropped his bags. "Fine. You want to play hardball?"

"What?" Kyoya raised a brow.

"Why don't you carry your notebook anymore?" Hikaru asked.

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "Why do you care?"

"Afraid Tamaki will see?" Hikaru asked, smirking.

Kyoya's face was impassive. "Why would I be afraid?"

"I took it once," Hikaru said offhandedly. "When Kaoru tossed honey all over Honey."

Kyoya eyed him. "The bee incident?"

Hikaru nodded. "Planned so we could see what you wrote."

"You didn't," Kyoya stated. "It was-"

"Still in the same place?" Hikaru asked. "Yeah, I put it back." He paused. "I was angry when I first saw it, and I didn't feel like showing it to Kaoru. I didn't want to go over it again."

Kyoya didn't respond.

"And if I'm not mistaken," Hikaru smirked, "you still love her."

Kyoya blinked as if bored. "You obviously were mistaken, I-"

"Every page had something about her; what she was doing, wearing, talking about. You wanted her and you still do," Hikaru said. "I know you do."

"Do you now?" Kyoya glowered.

"Let me stay and I won't tell Tamaki," Hikaru told him.

"Tamaki would never believe it," Kyoya said.

"Then I'll just tell him then." Hikaru shrugged. "I'll go sleep on his couch, and tell him just how close you came that night at the beach." He began to walk away. "Or how you purposefully kept adding to her debt, so that she had to stay in the club."

Kyoya frowned as he watched Hikaru walk away. He sighed. "You're paying rent."

Hikaru locked his bedroom door; he could still hear the woman in Kyoya's room. The woman that Hikaru had brought home had just left, leaving Hikaru alone. That is how he liked it, or that's what he told himself. He crawled onto his bed.

Alone is when no one could bother you. No one could steal your covers or beg you for rides in the morning. Alone meant not having to please others or deal with their issues. Alone is being your own person. He laid his head on his pillow. Darkness encompassed him. He clutched his pillow to himself. I'd rather be alone, he lied to himself.

REVIEW! Please, please, please. I'm seriously more likely to post. For those who are wondering what is next: The next chapter is about Kaoru and Haruhi...not like dating. Yall should know by know that i ship Haruhi/Kyoya XD
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