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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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Kaoru flipped through a random book before setting it down. He sighed in boredom before picking up yet another book from the check-in pile.

"Can you at least put the book back into the pile?" Haruhi asked as she scanned in a few of the books. Her hair hung down to her shoulders with bangs that mimicked her host club hairstyle. She wore a blue t-shirt and some jeans. Kaoru made a mental note to raid her closet and throw out every article of boyish clothing she owned-again.

"Why do people even read these?" Kaoru tossed another book down, this time back into the pile. He leaned against the counter.

Haruhi sighed, "homework mostly. We do have some better books on the shelves. You might like Wuthering Heights."

"Nah, don't feel like reading." Kaoru sighed while flipping through another book.

Haruhi frowned. "Where's Yukiko?'

"Class," Kaoru grumbled. "After she's done we're going to the cafe." He checked his watch. "How long do you work today?"

"Just a few hours." Haruhi glanced at the giant ornate clock above the double doors. She looked around the library to see a few people walking around. "My usual."

"Fun," Kaoru said. He tossed the book back into the pile and picked up another.

Haruhi began stamping books. After several of them she spoke again, "Have you talked to Hikaru lately?"

Kaoru scowled. It was just like Haruhi to cut to the point. "I'll talk to Hikaru when he gets his head out of Kyoya's ass."

Kaoru pocketed his cell after sending a quick text to Yukiko. He smiled as he thought about his plans for later that evening. He was passing by his brother's room when he heard a rather large crash and several expletives. Kaoru's smile turned into a smirk. More than likely, the giant pile of clothes had finally collapsed and fallen on his twin. Kaoru opened the door to help, and was greeted by a pale form clad only in a towel bent down trying to rummage through the fallen pile. Kaoru opened his mouth to offer to help, but it caught in his throat. Hikaru had stood, holding a blue shirt, and on his shoulder blade was a dragon tattoo. Kaoru stood there frozen in shock.

Hikaru donned a pair of slacks, completely oblivious to Kaoru's presence.

"Hika?" Kaoru called out quietly. Hikaru froze. "What is that?"

Hikaru turned his head to see Kaoru staring straight at his shoulder blade. He turned his head again and averted his eyes. "It's nothing."

"Is it real?" Kaoru asked.

Hikaru walked to his dresser and put on a chain necklace. "Yeah."

Kaoru stared at the ink marring his twin's back. 'We're no longer the same.' Kaoru felt cold. The hair dye had shocked him, but it had been reversible. This was not.

"Why?" Kaoru asked, confused. Hikaru didn't answer. "Why would you do that?"

Hikaru turned. "Because I wanted to."

"It's permanent!" Kaoru began to get upset. "Why would you?" Kaoru asked again. "Were you high?"

"Why does that matter?" Hikaru glared. "It's my body, so butt out!"

"Yours?" Kaoru repeated hollowly. "Do you really want to be that different?"

Hikaru frowned, but didn't answer.

"Well, I guess you got your wish," Kaoru spat. "No one gets us confused anymore. They call you the dark one."

"How original." Hikaru laughed. "I should have dyed my hair a different color."

"They aren't talking about your hair." Kaoru glared.

"They?" Hikaru frowned. "Who's 'they'?"

"Does it matter?" Kaoru asked. He stared at Hikaru before gritting his teeth. "Did Kyoya tell you to do this?"

"Leave him out of this!" Hikaru raised his voice.

"Every night you go out with him. And every night you come back smelling of sex and cocaine!"

"SHUT UP!" Hikaru yelled. He clenched his fists. "I'm not the only one who's out there fucking." Hikaru stared at Kaoru pointedly.

"She's my girlfriend," Kaoru ground out, "and I love her."

Hikaru stared at him. After a moment he turned his back on his brother, busying himself with organizing the clothes in the fallen pile. "I guess you don't need me anymore."

Kaoru closed his eyes and sighed. "Hikaru."

"Leave me alone," Hikaru said quietly.

"I love you too," Kaoru told him.

Silence answered him.

"I've just been worried about you." Kaoru sighed. "The way you and Kyoya have been acting..."

"You think he's a bad influence," Hikaru said quietly.

"Isn't he?"

"It has nothing to do with him," Hikaru told Kaoru as he turned around.

"But you do drugs, drink and screw these-" Kaoru made a crude gesture.

"The only thing Kyoya has done is be my friend!"

"Please." Kaoru gripped his brother's shoulders. "Let's go back to the way things used to be."

Hikaru gave Kaoru a funny look. "And Yukiko?"

Kaoru sighed and looked down. "She's my girlfriend."

"Then we can't go back." Hikaru pulled away.

"Hikaru."

"This is what you wanted, Kaoru." Hikaru turned.

"What I wanted?" Kaoru asked confused.

"You didn't even want her to know you had a twin!" Hikaru yelled.

"Hika-"

"Let alone let her know that someone shared you!" Hikaru took a step forward.

Kaoru glared.

"Well, I'm done sharing." Hikaru clenched his fists.

"Stop it," Kaoru growled.

"I am! I'm done with all of this." Hikaru kicked at some clothes on the floor.

"Are you demented? Kaoru watched his brother grab at clothes.

"No! I'm just tired of your face." Hikaru yelled as he stormed to his closet, clothes still in hand.

"Well, have fun looking in a mirror, or are you going to tattoo that too?" Kaoru spat.

"So long as I don't look like you," Kaoru opened the closet.

"Whether you like it or not, Yukiko is here to stay-"

"Then I'm gone!" Hikaru pulled out a duffle bag, and tossed the clothes into it.

"Gone?" Kaoru stared at him. "Are you stupid? Where are you going to go?"

"Anywhere you aren't."

Haruhi sighed as Kaoru continued his usual rant on Kyoya.

"He's evil, manipulative, untrustworthy, and completely two-faced. He has absolutely no feelings at all, and I'm pretty sure that this whole thing is just a game to him." Kaoru flipped through a romance novel as he ranted. He paused on an erotic scene.

"Kyoya's definitely manipulative, but I doubt he's doing this for fun." Haruhi shelved a few of the books.

"There's no way he didn't see how this whole thing was going to turn out, and did he try to stop it? No! He invited my idiot brother to live with him. It's evil and irresponsible in the same house." Kaoru waved the book around.

"If you are going to stand here and insult everyone then you can leave, and let me work." Haruhi frowned.

"I'm just stating facts," Kaoru held up the book, "and I want to check this out."

Haruhi sighed. "Kyoya is not that bad, and Hikaru's probably just confused. I mean this is your first big fight, right?"

"Uh," Kaoru rubbed the back of his neck. "We had a bit of one back in high school, but it didn't get this bad." He let his hand drop. "And it's because he has Kyoya whispering in his ear all the time. I mean the guy has changed; he's downright evil now."

Haruhi scoffed. "So this is all Kyoya's fault?"

Kaoru frowned. "I never said that."

Kaoru tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to rise to the correct floor. 'Nearly the top floor in the ritziest condo, yeah, that's Kyoya for you.' The bell dinged and Kaoru exited the elevator. He headed for the second door on his left. He started to knock, but thought better of it and tried the doorknob instead.

The door opened revealing Kyoya sitting in a recliner, his legs casually tossed over one arm as he leaned back on the other. He read the old worn-out green book that he held.

"Where is he?" Kaoru growled as he shut the door behind him.

Kyoya didn't look up from the book. "A proper noun would be nice."

"Hikaru! My brother!" Kaoru stomped to Kyoya. Kyoya still didn't look up. Kaoru grabbed the book from Kyoya's hands and tossed it across the room. "He left two nights ago, and still hasn't come home!"

Kyoya's glasses flashed. "And you're just now looking for him?"

"I was letting him cool off." Kaoru said defensively. He looked around the room.

"He's not here." Kyoya said simply.

"He's not living with you?" Kaoru asked.

"I didn't say that." Kyoya smirked.

Kaoru grabbed Kyoya by the collar and pulled him up ignoring the fact that Kyoya was still slightly taller than him. "So tell me," Kaoru growled. "Are you Hikaru's new fuck toy?"

Kyoya tilted his head. "New?"

"Is Hikaru living with you?" Kaoru asked angrily.

"Yes." Kyoya pulled away. He casually walked over to his book and picked it up.

Kaoru watched him. "And are you two...lovers?" Kaoru couldn't keep the jealousy from his voice.

"Interestingly enough, I'm not gay." Kyoya set the book down on the chair. "Not that Hikaru hasn't suggested it."

"Why?" Kaoru asked. "Why did Hikaru do that? Why would he move in with you?"

Kyoya stared at him, his face impassive. "Why don't you ask him?"

"He won't talk to me." Kaoru averted his eyes. "He hasn't...since you."

Kyoya pushed up his glasses. "So you think this is my fault."

"You could have stopped him." Kaoru rounded on Kyoya. "You could have told him not to."

Kyoya stared at him, something flashed in his eyes, unseen by Kaoru. "You're right." He pushed up his glasses. "Though only about it being my fault. You see-" Kyoya lifted up his shirt to show the top half of his tattoo. "-It was my idea."

"W-why?" Kaoru sputtered angrily.

"I was trying to get into the tattoo artist's pants." Kyoya smirked. "Though in hindsight, there may have been a simpler way."

Kaoru clenched his fists. "This is all your fault!"

Kyoya leaned against his chair.

"If it's the last thing I do, I will get my brother back from you." Kaoru promised.

Haruhi stood on a ladder as she re-shelved a few of the hardbacks. Kaoru leaned against the shelves below her as he looked off in the distance, lost in thought.

"You need to talk to him," Haruhi told him.

"I have," Kaoru told her, as he fiddled with a rung on her ladder. "It doesn't seem to help.

"Have you tried not accusing him?" Haruhi asked.

"Yes." Kaoru frowned.

"Have you tried not accusing Kyoya?" Haruhi asked.

"Well, I mean Hikaru needs to stop hanging out with him, and he needs to stop what he's doing."

"Hikaru is in a dark place," Haruhi told him.

"Yeah he is, and Kyoya's a freaking black hole." Kaoru grimaced.

Haruhi glared.

"What?" Kaoru crossed his arms. "What about you? You're not talking to Tono."

"Tamaki isn't talking to me," Haruhi told him.

"Can't exactly blame the guy," Kaoru said under his breath.

Haruhi sighed. "It's been months."

Haruhi sighed as she looked at the woman in the full length mirror. She was beautiful. Long chocolate hair fell past her shoulders, and big brown eyes became accentuated by make-up. She wore a sparkling pink, strapless dress with pink diamonds on her earrings and necklace. She wore bangles with even more diamonds on her wrists. She looked elite.

She walked somewhat uneasily in the high heels that she wore, making her way to Tamaki's room. Her boyfriend was crouched down in front of some shelves covered in his commoner toys. Haruhi could feel annoyance set in. She didn't like going to these functions, but if she had already went through the pain of putting on the ridiculous outfit.

"Tamaki, let's go," she told him.

"Just a second," Tamaki's eyes never left his commoner items. He was staring at them in loving adoration. Haruhi crossed her arms. It had been a while since she had seen that look; it was almost always reserved for his commoner things now. She ran her fingers through her hair. She knew what was wrong; it had been this way for a while now. 'I am no longer common to him.' She nearly laughed. She had ceased to be what he adored the most. Tamaki never looked back at her as she made up her mind.

Haruhi turned and walked out of the room. She took off the expensive earrings and set them on a table in the hall. She placed her necklace on the table by the stairs, and she left her bangles on the stand by the door. She descended the front steps and happily took off the horrible heels. She gripped them tightly and tossed them on the porch, making sure to miss the stairs. 'I'm not you, Cinderella. I don't need a prince to save me.'

Kaoru shook his head at Haruhi. "You just walked out on him. Of course he was upset."

"He didn't notice for a while," Haruhi told him. "He didn't start calling till almost an hour later."

"Well, Tono's always had his head up his ass." Kaoru shrugged. "So, no going back this time?"

"To Tamaki?" Haruhi asked. She shook her head. "I know we were off and on for a while before, but this time it's over. It didn't feel right, like it was doomed to fail. I felt like some dolled-up princess." She bit out the last few words.

Kaoru gave her a look translating to: what did you expect?

"I dunno." Haruhi fiddled with a book. "At first, it was nice to see the world through his eyes. But I felt like the real reason he liked me was because I was another 'commoner toy' to him. And the longer I was with him, the less I seemed to be that and the less he cared about me. I could no longer measure up to his trinkets."

"Glad to hear you're over him," Kaoru nodded, "because he has a girlfriend."

Haruhi continued working. "I know, Kyoya told me."

"It doesn't bother you?" Kaoru tilted his head, "not at all?"

Haruhi raised a brow. "I'm over Tamaki. It's him that's having trouble getting over it."
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