a/n: I'm not very good at these, am I....?

disclaimer: I still don't Ouran.

Kaoru was sitting on the bathroom counter, tears streaming down his face as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked down at his pale unmarked wrist and then at the razor blade in his opposite hand.

He shakily brought the blade near his wrist, closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He was about to make the first cut when the door slammed open. His eyes snapped open and he turned to the bathroom door.

"Kaoru!" Tamaki came running in hysterically.

"Kaoru, what the hell do you think you're doing?" a cool voice said from the doorway.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he snapped back at Kyouya. He turn back to the task at hand.

"Kaoru! You can't! Daddy won't let you!" Tamaki squealed running over and ripping the blade out of Kaoru's hands, cutting himself in the process. "Ow!"

Kyouya sighed and walked over to the blond to assess the damage. It wasn't serious.

Kaoru rolled his eyes and rummaged through the drawer for another blade. Honestly, he didn't have just the one. He looked over at Kyouya and Tamaki. Reassured that they were sufficiently distracted and that they weren't paying attention to him, he raised the blade to his wrist once more.

Just as he took a deep breath, ready to make the cut, he was interrupted once more.

"Kao-chan!" Honey ran over to him in tears. "Kao-chan! Don't do this!"

Mori walked over.

"Don't," he said, putting a hand on his arm and pushing it away from the blade.

Kaoru sighed. He really shouldn't have sent his suicide note in a text message to all of his friends. That had been stupid. It didn't give him enough time.

"I'm sorry," he said gravely, bringing his arm back up.

He closed his eyes, trying to forget about everyone watching him when he heard someone else come in.

"Geez people!" he said exasperated. "First of all, have none of you heard of knocking?"

"Kaoru, just stop," Haruhi said without coming in any further. "Hi everyone else."

Kaoru ignored her, set his jaw and determinately brought his arms back up, clenching his fist.

Haruhi sighed. "I'll go get Hikaru," she said tiredly and trudged out of the room.

Kaoru hadn't left Hikaru off the sending list but Hikaru wasn't known to keep his phone on him.

Moments later, Haruhi was back with Hikaru. Hikaru took one look around and sighed.

"Kaoru," he groaned.

Kaoru turned around to glare at his twin.

"I suppose you're going to tell me I shouldn't do this either? Well maybe that's what this is all about to start with. Maybe I'm tired of having you always tell me what I should and shouldn't do!" he said angrily.

"Kaoru," Hikaru frowned. He was going to continue but Kaoru didn't give him a chance.

"I'm tired of this stupid confining world. I'm tired of ALWAYS having to follow in your footsteps. I'm tired of things never going my way! I'm tired of always putting everyone else before myself! I just want a break from it all! Can't you guys just let a depressed suicidal teenager rest in peace for crying out loud! I'm so tired of putting up with-"Hikaru cut his tirade off by walking over and clamping his mouth shut.

"You watched it didn't you?" Hikaru reprimanded.

Kaoru just looked sheepish.

"I told you not to watch that movie!" Hikaru said angrily. "It gets you down and you do this every time!"

He took his hand off Kaoru's mouth. "There you go again! Ordering me around like you think I'm you I'm some possession! I'm so sick of-" The hand was back.

He waited a minute and when he could see Kaoru wasn't going to say anything, he took his hand away again and pulled Kaoru out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked irritated.

"To watch a romantic comedy. That perks you right up," Hikaru sighed as they disappeared from sight.

Everyone else kept staring at the door once they had left.

"You'd think Hikaru would have destroyed that DVD by now," Haruhi commented after a moment.

Kyouya sighed. "How many more times do you think we'll have to do this?" he asked.

"Don't say something like that! I hope we never have to do this again! "Tamaki exclaimed.

"And when are you going to learn to stay away from that stupid blade!" Kyouya said at his wits end. "You cut yourself EVERY time!"

Tamaki cowered away from him.

"Well, not the fourth time..." he said meekly.

"Um, I don't want to interrupt but...can we go? I was doing laundry," Haruhi asked.

"Yeah, we might as well," Kyouya said and with that, the host club minus two twins filed out of the Hitachiin mansion, crisis averted once again.

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