Author's Note: Holy crap! It's some yummy, yummy twincest! It's just some little idea that popped into my head one day. Not much plot-wise, but I think I'll have fun writing this. It does get pretty heavy in the angst department though. . .so. . .yeah. . .Umm. . .Enjoy?
P.S. Special thanks to squbblyvanilla for beta-ing this for me. Now, go read her stuff. Do it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
Second Sky:
Session 001: "Untouchable"
Dr. Wakeru's voice was thin, and seemed to come from her nose rather than her mouth. And it was a rather large nose at that, with hideous tortoise-shell rimmed glasses perched on the bridge. Kaoru had the sneaking suspicion that she didn't actually need them, but rather wore them in an attempt to convince others that she was indeed intelligent enough to be in the position she held.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked again, tapping her pencil on the yellow legal pad in her lap as if to emphasize the fact that every word he said, or did not say, would be recorded, analyzed, and re-analyzed.
Kaoru looked behind her, at a large mahogany door, golden eyes straining uselessly to see past it and into the room where he knew Hikaru was waiting, just as anxiously.
"Mr. Hitachiin?" Dr. Wakeru called, her nasally voice dripping with contempt. "Please answer the question."
Kaoru shrugged, his eyes never leaving the door.
"No," he answered crisply and barely audibly.
The doctor's too-thin eyebrows rose sharply.
"Your parents," she said, her voice grating against Kaoru's nerves unbearably, "have decided that this is what's best for you and your brother. They feel that the two of you depend on each other far too much, and that as a direct result, do not possess the social skills required for success later in life."
Kaoru remained silent, his eyes still locked on that door, still waiting for it to melt away under his gaze so that Hikaru was finally in view.
"Mr. Hitachiin," Dr. Wakeru pressed once more, after Kaoru had gone several minutes without responding. His golden eyes finally pulled away from the door, to land angrily on the woman before flying to the clock.
Sighing, Kaoru turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He'd only been in here for fifteen minutes, and he already had a headache.
Outside he heard footsteps fall angrily, back and forth in front of the door. Hikaru was restless, because he knew that Kaoru was uncomfortable. Kaoru smiled. Even with a monstrous nose, hideous glasses, and a large door separating them, they were still connected.
"You're smiling, Mr. Hitachiin."
Snorting, Kaoru again locked eyes on the door.
"Yes, I am, Doctor," he drawled, delighting in the woman's shocked reaction. He couldn't wait until she got Hikaru in here.
Of course, the real trouble would begin if she had both of them. Together they were untouchable, legendary even. Together, they could make her throw off those glasses and run home with tears sliding down the sides of that nose of hers.
"Why are you smiling, Mr. Hitachiin?" Dr. Wakeru asked, smiling herself, though obviously more worried than pleased.
"No reason," Kaoru shrugged. If he could just whittle away at her for the next half-hour or so, Hikaru could finish it up, break her in less than ten minutes.
"This is nothing to be pleased about, Kaoru," she practically bit at the air as she used his name, and Kaoru's smile melted away, his amber eyes narrowing.
"This is a serious problem. Your relationship with your brother - "
"He has a name," Kaoru whispered.
"What?"
"He has a name. Hikaru. He's not just my brother."
Instantly, the doctor's pencil flew across her legal pad, and Kaoru hoped that she analyzed that statement until she went cross-eyed and killed herself because she couldn't stand looking at that nose.
"Your relationship," she continued, "with Hikaru is not healthy. According to your parents, neither of you interact with anyone outside of your household."
"So?" Kaoru asked, furrowing his brows. He saw no problem with that. He and Hikaru didn't interact with anyone except each other, really, but that was the way they both preferred it. They were untouchable, and they loved it.
The pacing outside the room stopped, and Kaoru's eyes instantly landed on the door, widening slightly as he clutched the arm of his chair. He waited for some sort of sign that Hikaru's change in behavior was not something over which to worry, leaning back and relaxing only when he could feel that Hikaru had done the same.
When his eyes found Dr. Wakeru once more, her pencil was again racing across the surface of her pad.
"You are about to enter high school, Kaoru. You and your . . .you and Hikaru must learn to be sociable, to be independent."
Independent. Kaoru hated that word, he always had. Independent meant not being with Hikaru; it meant being exactly like everyone else in the world. People were independent only because they did not have someone they could rely on, someone they could trust. He did. He had Hikaru, and that was all he would ever need.
"Why?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" the doctor replied, sounding offended, as if her professional opinion had never before been questioned.
"Why? Why do we have to be independent?"
The woman froze in the process of pushing those hideous glasses up the bridge of her equally hideous nose. After a moment she continued, fumbling with the frames, and Kaoru swore he saw her finger slip right through where the lens should have been. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed away some non-existent loose strands of hair, and cleared her throat.
"That's a good question, Mr. Hitachiin. I'm glad you asked that," she murmured, rolling her pencil between her fingers.
Again, Kaoru smiled. If he didn't break her, Hikaru would. If only they'd been together . . .
"If it's such a good question, then answer it, Doctor."
Dr. Wakeru's jaw quirked to the side and she sighed impatiently. Dropping her pen, she rested an elbow on her knee, and cupped her chin in her hand.
"I can see that getting you to cooperate is going to be very difficult," she said coldly, grinding her teeth together, "I tried to avoid this, but I can see, unfortunately, it's the only way to get you to realize the gravity of this situation."
Kaoru narrowed his eyes at the woman, wishing that Hikaru were in the room with him. If he were, they would have broken her long ago, would have shown her exactly why they did not need to be independent, why they shouldn't be independent.
"All relationships deteriorate, Kaoru, to a degree, no matter how strong they are at one point in time. Eventually, your relationship with your brother will too."
Kaoru could feel his nostrils flare as his eyes widened and he exhaled angrily. This woman had no right making predictions about what might happen to his relationship with Hikaru. She didn't know them; she didn't know how much they could accomplish together. He and Hikaru, they could rule the world.
"Sooner or later, Kaoru, one of you will fall in love. Then what will you do? What will you do when Hikaru gets married and has children and you can't live with him anymore, when you have to be alone?"
Kaoru clenched his jaw and glanced up at the clock, trying to ignore the slight ache behind his eyes. Time was up, and he made sure to silently convey this to that wretched excuse of a human being in front of him.
"Send in Hikaru, our time is up," she whispered sullenly. Kaoru found himself upset that she did not seem pleased with the effect of her words.
Standing, he walked slowly towards the door, slipping out and making sure it clicked shut quietly.
On the couch next to the door, Hikaru was curled around a pillow, breathing ever so softly as he slept.
Wiping at his eyes as if to prove to himself that they were still dry, Kaoru perched carefully on the edge of the sofa and slipped a hand into his brother's hair.
"Hikaru," he whispered, pulling his fingers slowly through soft copper strands.
"Hmmm?" Hikaru sighed, turning over and opening his eyes to blink slowly up at Kaoru.
"Your turn," Kaoru murmured, removing his hand from his brother's hair and curling his fingers around Hikaru's.
"I hate taking turns," Hikaru mumbled groggily, squeezing his twin's hand as if he would slip away forever once contact was broken. Kaoru nodded and they both stood, walking slowly towards that dreaded mahogany door.
Reaching their destination, Hikaru turned the gleaming doorknob as Kaoru pulled him back slightly. Two pairs of honey eyes met, and Kaoru tapped his finger lightly against the bridge of his nose, a small smile stretching his lips.
Hikaru laughed, a bit too loudly for his twin's liking, then leaned forward and whispered, "Ten minutes," before disappearing behind the mahogany door once again.
As it clicked shut, much more loudly than Kaoru ever allowed doors to close, Kaoru sighed and headed towards the couch. His feet felt heavy, as did his arms, and head, and heart.
He had no reason to worry. This woman knew nothing about him and Hikaru. She didn't know that they would defy the rules her precious textbooks fed her. He and Hikaru would never deteriorate; they were sacred, immortal.
They were perfect.
But only together. They'd been made together, after all, hadn't they? So, why should they ever be apart?
Separating two things that were made to be together, specifically designed to be together by some great cosmic force was unnatural.
It was sin.
So why did his heart flutter anxiously whenever he replayed Dr. Wakeru's words? Why did his breathing feel shallow, impossibly shallow, no matter how much air he sucked in?
Wrapping his arms around the pillow his brother had been using earlier, Kaoru laid down on the couch, burying his face in the pillow and groaning softly.
He felt sick. His head was pounding and his stomach was churning, and his heart was beating too fast and his lungs were so huge and he needed so much air.
So he breathed in deep and held all the air in his lungs, loving how it still smelled of Hikaru, how it smelled of them.
It smelled like expensive cologne and fine shampoo, and maple syrup, and Kaoru's lungs were finally satisfied, and his stomach settled. Invisible fingertips traced their way along his cheekbones and jaw line and he sighed contentedly, sitting up but still hugging the pillow to his chest.
She was wrong, so very wrong. No matter what she said, no matter how hard she tried, Kaoru just had to remember that she was wrong.
He and Hikaru would never be apart.
Muffled yelling came from behind the mahogany door, and Kaoru dropped the pillow to stand next to it, careful not to be in its path, as he suspected it would soon swing open.
But the yelling stopped, and Kaoru heard nothing, felt nothing, for a long while before the door finally opened and Hikaru emerged, kicking it shut beside him.
"Hika-" Kaoru began, moving towards his twin, only to be stopped as Hikaru wrapped Kaoru in his arms, resting his head on the younger twin's shoulder.
Kaoru's heart began beating too quickly again and that anxious flutter returned.
If Hikaru was worried, he should be too, no matter how wrong Dr. Wakeru was.
Slipping his eyes closed, Kaoru placed a hand on his brother's head and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Hikaru, it's okay. I'm here."
"I won't leave you. Not ever," Hikaru muttered, tightening his grip on Kaoru.
"I know."
Silence filled the small waiting room as they remained in their tight embrace, Kaoru waiting patiently for Hikaru's overwhelming confidence to return. When it did, the older twin straightened and smiled reassuringly.
"It's a good thing she doesn't really need those glasses," he murmured, once again grabbing hold of Kaoru's hand.
They both laughed as Kaoru gave his brother's hand two light squeezes before they moved towards a door that was, thankfully, not mahogany, and stepped out into the sunlight.