A/A/N: One thing—if any of you are on author's block or can't seem to type a sentence, you should try writing the story in a different font, because hell, it worked for me, hahaha. Can you guys believe this is actually chapter twenty? Anyways, the promised Twins smut is well under way!

Kyouya: If you'll allow me to decipher her cruel wordings, it means she hasn't even started it yet.

Oh Kyouya, and for that a series of urges raced into my hide the very second you finished. One containing Tamaki and you draped with bondage. Or I could have said blonde punish you again just like he did in my other fic. Sighs of content. Anyway, the shadow king refuses to back down given his ultimate power of intelligence but I'm just going to say he didn't comment, because I can. But don't you worry, folks! I will write that! Soon! ...I hope. And here's chapter twenty, hope you enjoy! If you've read up to this far, I strongly suggest you make your presence known because we're already lovers. I love all my reviewers! Before you start reading, please happily ignore if you ever encounter a moment when Hikaru "accidentally" becomes Kaoru or when Kaoru "accidentally" becomes Kuroko (yeah don't ask me) Please ignore it or tell me where it is so I can change it. I notice that I keep typing up different names than the one in actual, and I change them too! But I can't help but feel that I've missed one or two or three…anyways, onward!

Another buzz of the phone made an appearance to the lot that seemed to be there first. Hikaru opened his half lidded heavy eyes as the sun poured down on the room, apparently not scant from keeping the sunlight out. The boy was draped over the hospital chair, with half his body protruding from the plastic seating and his upper body slung like a curtain on top of the hospital bed that had an apparent lump in the sheets that was Kaoru.

[1] Message sent: 07/12, 19:42
Reply to "its about kaoru"
OK, what the heck happened !? me and takashi will be coming over in the morning, we'll bring sweets and lots of yummy things! is kaoru ok? 3:

Sent: Honey-senpai

[2] Message sent: 07/12, 19:44
Reply to "its about kaoru"
MORON, WAT THE HELL DID U DO 2 MY SECOND DAUGHTER! I swear on my beautiful god-like body if evil wasn't a necessity; u bastard twin would never have been born! Also, tell these goons that are protecting the front doors of the hospital to step out of the way, they're like half ninja half sumo wrestlers…I just want to c my daughter!
ps: my daughter said to text her what happened and if you use a profanity against her, I will rip your head into shreds!
Take good care of him.

Sent: Idiot Tono

[3] Message sent: 07/12, 19:44
Reply to "its about kaoru"
i hope it's nothing serious, hika. both of you should take care more often, for the sake of everybody else. please message me as soon as kaoru wakes up to tell me what's going on. you owe everybody at least that.

Sent: Kitty

[4] Message sent: 08/12, 09:04
Reply to "its about kaoru"

You two could give the lord a fast run for his money. Tamaki had staggered into a sharp pole once, quite exasperatedly dealing with all the idiocy that inflated his crown, the world supposes. I digress. Once you exit the hospital, you should be content to know you are free of all charges—I am doing this only for your sake. The paperwork is complete, and your mother was the individual who had to compensate her share. Did you really think that just because I am part of the legacy of the Ootori that you developed a freebie through an obstacle? I hope not. Keep him company, and I'll see you shortly.

Sent: The Shadow King

Hikaru fumbled with the buttons his phone offered, sighing at the replies he had received. In all honesty, he regretted sending that message in the first place. Though it was nice to know that so many people cared about him and his brother. And they were like his family; they had to know, didn't they? It was like concealing a corresponding bruise that travelled all the way from the tip of your wingspan to the end with blush that wasn't all that efficient. If he wasn't so caught up in his thoughts, Hikaru would have snickered at his description.

He quickly typed up a reply for both Hiroshi and Haruhi, and who he presumed was Daisuke: s'alright, you guys. He is coming home tomorrow, Ai told me. Got food poisoned, but just needs to take medication for now. Don't worry your pretty little heads. With a small sigh, he pressed send and turned around to face his still-sleeping brother. Or so he thought.

The night before was a blurry imaging that crossed Hikaru's head. However, he did remember the events quite sufficiently. Kaoru had called for him, in his sleep. A soft, beautiful sound that surpassed his brother's lips that made his own name sound so innocent, just as beautiful as the sound. He wrapped his arms around Kaoru in reply, and his shot open. Hikaru was too surprised to gasp, and was about to question how he was feeling when he murmured his name again.

His baby brother prodded his back, and with some kind of strange understanding, Hikaru knew what he needed. He leaded him into the bathroom where he vomited into the bowl. He vaguely remembered what Ai had told him; if he wakes up before morning, inform the nurses because they need to know, or something like that. And he was about to comply too! He swore on his life! But then Kaoru repeated his name again, and stared right into his eyes. Hikaru had to stop and be there for Kaoru. He couldn't risk a period of time where he was away at Kaoru's weakest.

When he was as done as can be, they had both lied down with no word or communication whatsoever, and he remembered the tingly sensation splattered across his arm as Kaoru allowed it to drape over him in a protective gesture. There they slept, and what's present was now.

Hikaru jumped, literally out of his socks when he faced the lump in the sheets, expecting a bed-warmed, innocent boy that was slumbering to rest his hurting bones, he came face to face with two blinking golden orbs that were staring right back at him. His mouth was slightly agape, and a small gasp made it past his lips. Kaoru was just lying down, tucked under the quilt with his head tossed to the side to face Hikaru. The younger brother's face was blank with no expression that could be seen in the daylight.

"Kaoru!" Hikaru practically shouted in shock and relief; he rushed down to the bed's side, his knees hitting the ground as both brothers' faces were aligned. Those wide, adorable big blinking eyes uncertain and beautiful as always, as Hikaru came closer than needed. They were now so close, too close, with their breaths mingled as one and their noses barely an inch from each other.

"Hikaru…" Kaoru said softly, his voice was hoarse and tired even though he had been in bed for the past ten or eleven hours.

"Kaoru!" Hikaru rose up finally, grabbing Kaoru's hand forcefully yet somewhat gently and groped blindly for it, as if the younger needed comforting assurance. "Kaoru, you finally woke up. Are you feeling okay?" Even Hikaru thought his voice was of poor quality; shaken and not passive and strong at all.

Kaoru's heart swelled at that fact, but his lips stayed in an impassive, pursing line. "Are you feeling okay?" His voice was monotone, and it sounded bitter, not that it was intentional, it was just the fact that that tone with his voice sounded so utterly wrong that Hikaru made a face which consisted on biting his lip. "You're biting your lip, Hikaru…" Kaoru said slowly.

"You only do that when you're nervous or sad,"

Hikaru shot back up, ready to fight the battle. "Of course I'm nervous and sad! You're in a hospital, you, my brother, and I waited for a while to get you to wake up! And I still don't know if you're okay, or you're feeling worse, and now you're just saying words that don't even relate to this matter that we still need to tamper over!" He finished, panting. He barely raised his voice at Kaoru (in fact, he can't even remember the last time), but this time, when he did, it came out on the verge of desperation, like coming out in a psycho's voice.

Kaoru stayed painfully silent. Until he rolled his head onto his opposite shoulder, and his position made him lose the sight of Hikaru as he was now facing the white wall. "Can you go call the nurses?" He spoke in a small voice.

"…K-kaoru..," Hikaru stuttered, his eyes squinting in worry. "Does it hu-"

"Please." It wasn't even pleading; it was a command even if the voice was small and desperate and the verge of humiliation. "Please, they need to check up on me."

Hikaru, for the reminder of time stayed absolutely quiet regardless of the itchy, painful scratches at the back of his head that still needed to know whether Kaoru was okay, or he was not. He wanted him to be okay, at the very least. Usually, Kaoru's face was an open book to the older boy, but right this moment, it was a stoic robot that was only gifting him it's recordings a year before. Despite his thoughts, Hikaru stood up and walked to the monitor stoically, his posture straight and worried.

He pressed the button with his thumb to produce a satisfactory beep and sat down on the couch provided next to the decent device. "Are you okay…?" He asked quietly, almost shyly, scared that he might not reply unintentionally.

The question was met with silence. Even with the nurses came flooding in, all he got was a small nod from the boy under the quilt. Hikaru started thinking of the worst, that his brother might have still been mad at him from abandoning him. Was it really abandoning though? He really did need to confirm that soon, after all, Haruhi was his girlfriend…right? Was, he says. Because it happened in the past, when he still was with Haruhi.

Hikaru was about to start and reach out for Kaoru at the last minute, but the doctor ushered him out of the room, ordering him to wait in the lobby, where the rest of his visitors were perched. Despite his character, and his ability to protest quite profoundly, he had no choice but to send his brother one quick look before he was rushed out of the room, getting swatted by a nearby nurse.

Walking down the unfamiliar, pale hallways that surfaced the building, Hikaru eventually found the room that was needed to be rested in. And by found, he meant that he was literally dragged in by a tiny, frantic arm that appeared to have more strength than needed. Quite startled, he found himself looking into sets of paired orbs that were eyeing him, some with a smile, some with a concerned expression and one with the exception of a usual poker face. By two strong grips digging into his upper elbows, he was hauled up and the room was empty of unease, and instead was filled with familiarity that Hikaru willingly coped to.

"Hika-chan! Are you okay!?" A tiny, undeveloped voice with a waver that was too big for a Lolita mouth (much like his strength) was heard just behind his ear, and Hikaru whipped backwards to gape at the majority of the host club. Honey was the one who asked that question and was to be seen blubbering at his left with Mori right behind the smaller boy.

Kyouya stood nearest to the door way, unsurprisingly decorated with a clipboard in his arms while an all too familiar (and annoying) blonde was yip yapping about how he wants to see his second daughter or how devilish the other red haired twin could be. Haruhi and Hiroshi, as suspected was nowhere to be seen, as they told him to text him instead, meaning that they couldn't visit or just had something more important to go to. He felt a wave of annoyance that Kaoru wasn't at the top of their concerns. But Hikaru being the hotheaded single was only assuming. Besides, when he looked down deep enough, he found a small flicker of relief judging how his head ache was two times worse when he finally caught up with the host club right in front of him.

"I'm fine, Honey." Hikaru sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you?" He asked with great concern, the sensitivity in the boy's eyes that made it give way. Immediately after the question was given, Honey choked on a dry sob that Mori proceeded to soothe away, one large, warm hand on the small frame that was Honey's in what he presumed was a comforting gesture. The tallest boy gave Hikaru a comforting look, assuring him that both would be okay.

As the now blubbering couple were set apart from Kaoru's view, (or rather, less Takashi blubbering and more Mitsukuni blubbering) it was now time to face the other duo who were worryingly a few meters apart and avoiding to gaze at the other. He didn't dare question the abandon—he sort of assumed this kind of matter was to be private and shared to no one else but themselves. Hikaru kind of felt pity that way.

While Tamaki and Kyouya were perfect for each other, the whole "opposites attract" ordeal had a consequence; sometimes, they just didn't understand each other the way normal couples did. Don't get him wrong, they knew each other fairly well, more than any other person. However, it was just one of those little things that perked up, like his relationship with Haruhi's.

It was like a railway; Tamaki and Kyouya standing side by side (keeping in mind that they were still maintaining their distance with each other), both of them staring at Hikaru while Hikaru just stared back at them, as if challenging the two into something larger. The intensity was broken when Tamaki lowered his stance, much to the other two's surprise. They both flinched uncharacteristically.

Tamaki produced an audible sob, his eyes tearing up.

Hikaru was the first to speak up. "Uh…lord? Are you just faking it or—AUGH, WOAH!" Startled was an understatement when Hikaru felt two arms wrapped around each flank of his, and before he took it into acknowledgement, Tamaki was hugging him. Actually hugging him. The blonde boy sobbed into Hikaru's shirt while said boy flailed his arms about, his mouth agape in surprise—what the hell was there to do when Tamaki was hugging the individual who was least expected to be hugged.

Hikaru looked up at Kyouya for help, but the latter just shrugged. Shit, can you believe that? Tamaki was hugging H-i-k-a-r-u and Kyouya just simply shrugged. Hikaru peered closer in accusation and dug with irritation when Kyouya just flashed him a tiny, tiny but noticeable, amused smile.

"Tono!" He shouted, outrageously alarmed as he pried the king off him and held him at arm's length, two hands on his shoulders. "Are you actually hugging me? Are you aware of your actions!? Did you know you just shared physical contact with an upper individual such as myself-"

He was cut off when he heard Tamaki laugh softly and stood up to his full height, now arching taller than Hikaru. Hikaru just stood there, bewildered at the fact that Tamaki was looking at him with a neutral expression, the back of his hand wiping at his mouth a little as he continued to laugh with his arms outstretched.

A fist was papped into the crown of his skull suddenly. "Agh!" He whipped his head up to face his attacker who still had the fist attached to his head. He slapped the hand away. "What the hell was that for?"

Tamaki proceeded to slap him again, this time upside the head which Hikaru scowled at, rubbing the injured spot. "Idiot," Tamaki replied with a small sneer. "Can't I comfort a human like yourself who's subconsciously dying inside because of his twin brother?"

"Hold up," Hikaru held up one hand and shoved it into Tamaki's face. "Did you just audibly address me as a human? No way," He spoke unbelievably.

"Shut your smart trap!" Tamaki snapped. "You know, I was actually going to sacrifice a bit of my dignity to-"

"You already did," Hikaru deadpanned. "Now shut up and hug me, you useless blonde lump." He spread his arms, and the host club watched amusedly as the said blonde lump didn't even protest to the name he got called but walked cautiously inside the hug as if crab claws were functioned to snap out of Hikaru's chest and kill him.

It was a tender moment though, when Tamaki actually hugged back and they were glued together, Tamaki rubbing soothing circles onto Hikaru's slightly smaller back. When they pulled away, it was slightly awkward and Tamaki cleared his throat softly.

"Well," Kyouya announced. "That was the rarest display of undignified nonchalance I've ever set my eyes upon." Hikaru and Tamaki glared at him, obviously not amused. Especially not by the way Honey giggled at the comment and Mori actually smiled a wee bit.

"Hey," Hikaru addressed Kyouya who lowered down his clipboard to raise an eyebrow in reply. "Thanks for handling the paperwork and everything…even if we did pay in the end," He narrowed his brows but Kyouya just nodded at him.

"Of course," Kyouya replied with a slight façade. "Just don't expect it to be an everyday act to depend on."

Tamaki actually chuckled at that. "Aww," He taunted. "He says that even when he prepared everything for your trip at the hospital and now Kaoru's too. And then he actually takes the primitive opportunity to make it easier for both of you." He hastily prodded Kyouya in the shoulder with two fingers, who returned it with a glare and a tense posture.

Tamaki backed away immediately, now leaning on the wall with a guilty expression, hands raised up high defensively. Kyouya just stared at him blankly which somehow came off as a threat before staring back down at his keyboard with a tch of his lips. Hikaru took this time to prepare up a new subject regretfully, but he knew it had to come out soon.

"So uh," Hikaru took his hand and rubbed the back of his neck nervously when four glances peered curiously but directly onto him. "I don't know if any of you heard, but Haruhi broke it off with me."

Two shocked expressions plus two loud exclamations of "WHAT?" broke into surface but Hikaru seemed unfazzled, a sheepish grin curling at his lips, directed assumingly towards the lord who actually seemed quite surprised. There was a small silence before Tamaki bellowed triumphantly.

"HA! I KNEW IT!" Tamaki pronounced, hands held up high in a sort of victory. He gazed into those blinking golden eyes predatorily before grinning like a mad Cheshire cat. "I knew that my precious daughter would finally peel her eyes open within a relationship with a devil!"

"A devil who you just took it upon yourself to embrace?" Kyouya replied flatteringly, with an arched, amused eyebrow. Ignoring Tamaki's pout, Honey was the one to finally answer.

"She broke it off with you?" He accused. "Poor Hika-chan..," His small fingers were intertwined with longer fingers and a larger hand, and he stared up at his boyfriend but averted his gaze sheepishly.

"It was probably for the best, anyway," Hikaru replied quietly. "For the first couple of weeks, we were fine—b-but after that period of time, we just weren't feeling it anymore, know what I mean?"

"No," Tamaki replied curiously.

"I mean," Hikaru said, waving a hand dismissively. "That even if I did love her, I wasn't in love with her."

The taller blonde blinked two times. "That doesn't make sense."

"Tama-chan you stupid head," Honey's innocent voice sounded, and Tamaki stared down at his senior with surprise. "He means he cares about Haruhi like Kyouya cares about his sister…but what Hikaru is truly trying to say is that he doesn't love her in that way, right Hikaru?" He propped up Usa-chan to stare at Hikaru pointedly.

"Right," Hikaru nodded with a mischievous smile. "Just like how Honey loves Mori, and Mori loves Honey. How Tamaki loves Kyouya and Kyouya loves Tamaki, exactly like that. In fact, that was really good—I like Haruhi as a sister, nothing more-"

"Well if she feels the same way, Hika-chan, that's great, isn't it, Takashi?" Honey was met with an approving grunt.

While the three were chatting away, this consisted of Hikaru and Honey the only two actually chatting away while they had to suffice with just grunts from Mori, Tamaki felt burned at the comment, staring at the floor, avoiding Kyouya. Kyouya just took it upon himself to ignore Hikaru's litany and wrote something, preferably nothing in actual on his keyboard. He was right, though, Tamaki concluded. They both loved each other, he thought as he fought a quick urge to stare at his own lover.

"So what do we do now?" Hikaru spoke aloud, his voice agonizingly impatient.

"We have to wait until the nurse calls us in to meet Kaoru." Kyouya answered.

"I'm bored already, though!" Tamaki complained. "Can we just go see our daughter nowowow?"

"Afraid not, Tamaki." Mori actually spoke, which made the three of them stare up at him incredulously before shaking their knees on the benches provided. In Honey's hands, Hikaru could see the promised sweets that were supposed to be given out to Kaoru and Usa-chan, sitting on his free hand.

He smiled; maybe his baby brother didn't exactly share the exact fondness for chocolates and sweets as Honey (because really, who did?) he did love sweets in general. Even Hiroshi confirmed that.


There was a ramble of questions and half hearted answers, assurance that Kaoru was feeling fine so stop worrying. The doctor, who was a male that the boy failed to catch his name ran a couple of tests on his patient, the results all clear and all good to go. He nodded seemingly at Kaoru, explaining his medication and caution he needed to take outdoors. The rules seemed simple enough: Eating richly oily foods for the next couple of weeks was a no-go, take medication two tablets a day and rest in bed, drink water plenty.

Kaoru was left with a temperature stick dipped into his lips, sticking irritably out. The auburn haired boy eyed the ceiling warily, and his chest was heavy with things. About everything, about the list, about Hikaru, about himself. He placed an arm heavily over his eyelids. Who was he kidding? What chance, even if he somehow scored up a genie in a bottle, would Hikaru gather up his heart and love him back? The youngest twin was disgusted in himself.

Being jealous of Haruhi was bad enough, they were great friends. Even though they had minor disagreements, they got along. And now, before, he felt as if he wanted to sabotage all her chances with Hikaru, as if she was a worse enemy. But the enemy was himself—he was the bad guy ruining the right love.

He froze at his own thought. The right love…was his love wrong? Was loving his twin brother so wrong, that it could be proclaimed to be the wrong love opposing the right? As surprising the thought, he never really examined it all before. Those "brotherly love" acts encouraged them to be together, and the fan girls loved it. The host club encouraged it, but it was wrong…wasn't it? He pushed his sweaty palms into his eye lid.

He vaguely remembered that kiss on the beach. With that girl…damnit, he forgot her name. She must have been a few years older than him and sporting quite a beauty that would trigger a few male hearts out there. The kiss was more like a devouring ritual, and after that, he puked. A lot. One might even say he puked his guts out.

It wasn't just because of the food and alcohol that he consumed; it was how a girl's lips would never fit onto a boy's in his vision. It was how that woman's lips were too big and disgusting and she tasted wreck awful and her tongue was freaking prodding him like a test examination experiment. It was even worse when he opened his eyes, to find her closed ones, her feminine eye shape and her prominent eyebrow job and her hair and her taste. It was all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

They left him like that too, on the beach. Couldn't care less for a teenage brat who was swimming in his own sick. Tch, he really hated those bastards now. Then he thought with a bitter laugh—that kiss with a girl, his first kiss…at least he knew for certain now that he was gay. However, a flash of bemusement dug its way back into his brain. He did not find any other guy attractive, or any woman in this sake.

It was all just Hikaru. He was not homosexual, or heterosexual, he was just…Hikarusexual.

Kaoru laughed aloud, chiding himself. I really am that screwed up, he thought bitterly.

"Hope I'm not disturbing that intense mental debate you got there," Ai spoke more to herself than to Kaoru amusedly, her eyes shining with a small smile. The folder filled with a large stack of paperwork which was usually seen in the girl's hands was on the counter with a note pressed onto them. Ai walked forward, until she was sitting down just beside the bed that Kaoru adorned. Kaoru eyed the folder with a sense of mild abandon before setting his eyes back on the kind looking nurse.

"I was just wrapping it up to the conclusion, too." Kaoru responded light headedly.

"Doesn't seem like it," Ai mused, tapping her three fingers on the bar of the bed rhythmically. Her eyes were filled with the kind of intelligence that Kyouya inherited, if not just a little bit. "It looked like you were nowhere near the conclusion, I mean."

She sighed dramatically. "Oh, Kaoru. You almost never think but when you do, you think way too much."

"Hey!" Kaoru sat up, alarmed but with a small, prominent grin plastered on his lips. "I resent that! Anyway, I do tend to think a lot. Since when do I not think? I think you mean Hikaru to any extent," He accused pointedly, a small pout forming on his face which Ai easily batted away. She was not one to get flattered easily by such good looks, it seemed.

"No, I definitely mean you, but I am willing to admit that I'm still not sure you are Kaoru, or you're just his silly brother trying to pull off a nasty trick," She lowered her head and a glint in her spectacles gleamed. "In which if you are, I will have to proceed to take very…drastic actions."

"No-augh!" Kaoru sloshed back down onto his bed, frantically grabbing the pillow under his head and shoving it roughly into his face where his voice got muffled instantly. "I don't want her to pull out the Satan claws! Make it stop—put it away, you jinxed sinner!"

"Oh come on," Ai laughed, swatting him on what she presumed was his thigh through the quilt. "That was pretty harsh, besides." She poked the pillow that covered up her face. "I don't pull them out unless I really need to. Anyway, I just confirmed you are Kaoru because Hikaru doesn't know about the Satan claws. Such a sweet, innocent boy, that Hikaru."

Kaoru rolled his eyes before pushing the pillow away from his face, letting it adjust under his head once more. With little difficulty, he rolled his body around until his head was faced to the side to stare at Ai's nurse uniform clad abdomen. He mumbled something intentionally incoherent, and was pleased at the way his strange relationship with Ai progressed.

Without much warning, the good natured nurse yanked the temperature stick out of Kaoru's mouth, ignoring his yelp and studied the bar. With a satisfying whistle, she pulled out a tissue and wiped the end of the stick, placing it on top of a handkerchief on the table; she placed a cold palm on his head. The girl pursed her lips before backing away, smiling with ease.
"Looks like you're okay, Kaoru. Are you feeling alright?"

"I don't know," Kaoru groaned dramatically. "I can't feel anything…are you sure I'm not dying?"

Ai laughed at his dramatics, shaking her head once. "You really would test someone's patience. You're lucky I was the one sent here instead of nurse Kara."

"Yeah yeah," The boy in reply tiredly raised his hand and gave her a dismissive motion; a flick of his wrist. "Anything else to say or can I leave from this horrid place now? I'm hungry too, mind if you fetch me that packet of peanuts or can I leave from this horrid place now? Can I just leave?" Kaoru said in a rush, his voice whiny and amusing which did not at all amuse Ai.

"Oh shut up for a minute, will you?" The woman bellowed, her hair bun bouncing near her shoulders. Kaoru remained surprisingly silent, curious as to what she was about to say. She cleared her throat and the expression in her eyes suddenly turned solemn, as if a protruding spell was written down and enchanted to her name completely. "There was something else I want to tell you, Kaoru."

"Oh?" Kaoru pushed himself off of the bed sheet so he was now sitting, with his legs (now tired out from sleeping all day) crossed against each other, his elbows planted on his thighs and his chin resting on the edges of his warm palms. "And what was that, milady? Going to confess?"

The light haired woman remained quiet for a moment of time before chuckling lightly and ruffling up the younger's hair with the tips of her fingers. Bypassing Kaoru's protest she finished her fit and smiled fondly at him. "There is no way in hell that your parents will allow you to date a girl who's a couple of years older than you, 'stinks' and I quote, 'of old people' and still needs to pay her rent by the end of Saturday, kiddo."

"Don't call me kiddo!" Kaoru shot back. "That's something absolutely no one can use!"

"With an exception of Hikaru?" Ai said with a cheeky smile before it simmered away and she sighed. Before Kaoru could whip out his guns, her voice marveled on for the cause. "I'm going to be leaving Japan to study in London."

"You're—what?" Kaoru spluttered with his eyebrows shooting up. "But…how about your work here? With the Ootori's?"

"Silly boy." She grinned. "The Ootori industry is worldwide."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." He replied with a huff.

"I felt like I caused too much trouble here." The bold statement turned both of their eyes solemn and an inch from grabbing the pin from all this seriousness. Judging by the facial language Kaoru displayed, he backed down only for a bit before perking back up again, like a curious puppy descending upon another. Kitten.

"About Daisuke and Hiroshi, right?" He said it softly, as if it was a bit of a touchy subject.

Ai briefly managed a nod. "Kaoru, it's a bit rich for me to say this, but I thought his love was true." Her palms lay flat on the board of the mattress and flumped down onto the tapestry. She shook her head with a slight laugh, "What am I saying?"

Her smile was directed at Kaoru but the look in her eyes was so far away. "I want to find love in London. Apparently, it's the region of love, as everyone says despite the weather…I want to move on from Daisuke, and from the looks of things, he's moved on already. Yet, Hiroshi…" She cleared her throat and made a point to stare at Kaoru who had not said anything involved intensely. "He—I don't think he can move on with me still here. And I get that he hates me now, I would hate me too, Kaoru…I-I didn't know," Her voice became wobbly, as if she just created the biggest formality of sin there was yet to come.

The younger male, on instinct moved closer until he was inches away from Ai, and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Don't cry, Ai…everybody knows that you didn't know…at least I think..," When the sniffles decided to subside, her arms wrapped around her patient and pulled him tighter.

That action alone spoke things louder than words could ever pertain. "I hope you find someone that can truly love you as much as you love them back in London. Also, I swear on my piss-drenched future grave that I will not forgive you if you oh, I don't know, suddenly "forget" the act to contact me daily. Well, not really daily, but still." Kaoru shrugged to himself, unfazed by the smile he was receiving.

"I'm going to miss you too, you rich little boy." Ai drew back, her now tingly arms at her side, at bay. The smile on her face could make any other individual smile from the benevolent attention they were getting. Just from that, a smile of a gorgeous young woman could set your heart free, because now she was free, and she was leaving.

"You better visit us, with your new leather-clad boyfriend." Kaoru cleared his throat, his eyes heavy with good natured depression. The female simply patted him on the head.

"Of course, but we don't know that yet—if I get a boyfriend, I mean." Ai set herself back on the white coated chair. Her actions were quick, and in no time the chair was disassembled away, neatly folded, her bun was destroyed and the temperature stick was assessed back into her keening fingers. Kaoru followed her every move before unfolding his legs to guide them back straightly, a worried gesture.

"This is the last time I'm seeing you again, aren't I?" He asked in a childish voice. When the nurse nodded in confirmation, he averted his gaze to stare at the peculiar design splattered on his sheeting. Oh, not curious, just pure white.

Ai's eyes softened once she saw him move, and with no hesitation, she clicked forward and pressed her lips to the soft flesh of his forehead, giving him a tender kiss there. When she leaned back, Kaoru's eyes were glossy.

"I'll get all your friends to come back in here, hold on for a bit, okay?" Ai stood up straight, and turned her back on him before he shouted out a single whisper.

"Tell them I don't want to be disturbed." Kaoru jerked away when he felt a curious, serious gaze nestled upon his auburn crown. "Please, I—I just don't want to see anyone for the time being. Especially not…him..," Kaoru finished weakly. "And I don't want to talk about it-" He added in quickly.

Ai sighed softly. "Alright then, I'll them that you're not in the mood for visitors. But you better sort everything out, alright?" She clasped his warm hand in hers for now before turning her back once again. "Kaoru, good bye, for now: until we meet again."

Kaoru nodded dumbly at her, still not regulated to comprehend a single movement or form of communication to the girl, because this was all just too depressing, seeing a wonderful friend go for almost forever. What came next to forever, he supposes.

He watched her footsteps until she was just a pinch from leaving the room, the door handle between her two fingers. "Ai, wait!" He stopped her, and the nurse paused her actions, lifting her gaze one more time at her patient. "…you know Ai means…love, right?"

Golden eyes locked onto soft amber, but bright ones and the feminine lips of the pair curled into a lazy, last-ending smile. "I do…my mother always used to tell me it when I was younger." Her statement was bold, and Kaoru just nodded before the door was silently closed, a sound of slight satisfaction and mystery.

As soon as the door closed, Kaoru smiled a little, forgiving smile.



A sigh. "Please sir, it will only just take a moment where you can bring him home. He just doesn't want to be in the presence of any other-"

"But I want to see Kao-chan!"

"Honey you're spilling your tears on my shirt!"

"Please refrain from clawing at the bars, Hikaru. It is most unsightly for a upper-"

"I want to see him!"

"UUwaaah! Did Hika-chan just cut of Kyo-chan!?"


"Are you overlooking the fact that you just called him Kyo-chan!?"

"You misunderstand logic, stupid boy! When one, preferably an AB, communicates with another AB, they harbor the feelings that no one else can possibly UNDERSTAND!"

"How could you know of these things!?"


A/N: So, I was planning on making it longer, but you guys waited long enough so I just ended it here hehehehe. Don't be making it evil don't I. Thank you guys so much for your reviews! The end is coming forward, nooo D:

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It will make my day happier. Way happier. Like shit man, you don't even know. It will be so big, sooooo big, it will just be a lay off from granny's bulge, and I'm talking about the Granny who's been knocking everyone off for all this cut for Bieber slits and handing them two fold spanking with her god almighty cane, and yes you're thinking, who's Charlie, Charlie who, he's going to audition to be our wedding priest because it's sooo big, it's bigger than that damned, said freaking three hundred and ninety four meter long as cane that's going onto surface on little kiddy bottoms as we speak, and as we speak this even is going to be the blow of the century, it's going to be the end of 2012 which still hasn't freaking blown off yet, and even that dark guy the big daddy is going to be all like "oh hell, children, get into the minivan" and then the four wheeled device is going to be bleeding
packed. Because it's big. I don't get much sleep.