Anonymously Yours
Chapter 1: Surprise, Surprise
Disclaimer: Ouran ain't mine…
Um, I decided to start on another chapter ficcy—just for this Christmas season…I hope it doesn't suck too much…And I also hope I'd be able to finish it in time for Christmas…
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Kaoru fidgeted on his seat, his eyes gleaming at his own reflection. He frowned.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Hikaru."
Hikaru paused from chattering his never-ending list of pranks to play on Haruhi and the Host King.
"Why not?"
Kaoru rolled his eyes.
"Why, Kaoru? I thought you liked making fun of them. What's wrong with you?"
Kaoru's eyebrows arched up.
"Are you sick or something? Is it something we ate this breakfast?"
Kaoru sighed.
"Hikaru, I do like making fun of them sometimes, but as I said, it's just sometimes. Besides, it's almost Christmas and I don't think it's nice to play jokes on people on such a goody-two-shoed season."
"Ugh, that's why it makes prank sessions all more the fun!"
"Well can't you just be good this time?"
"…"
A few minutes later, the limousine already reached its destination, the prestigious Ouran Academy.
On its unblemished floors, two pairs of feet promenaded through the hallways.
In no time at all, the twins entered the classroom—one hurrying up than the other.
"Hikaru, I'll just be going to the lockers to get my stuff, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever you want. Just don't take too long because I'll die of boredom while waiting for you."
The younger twin turned around in a fluid motion and paced outside. He blinked as he surveyed his surroundings. He wasn't used to seeing the lockers empty of noisy students loitering about. But he only shrugged and went to his respective locker.
Only to see a small note attached to the locker door.
Kaoru stopped and looked around to see if anyone was watching before snatching the paper away. The note was folded quite neatly for the boy's standards—so he unfurled the paper in the same proper manner. His golden eyes first fell on the precise handwriting—it was more than readable, the letter written in cursive yet some parts had a mix of print form. It was—a typical person's handwriting.
He began to read it:
Kaoru,
How are you? Well it's not like we haven't seen each other for a long time but it's how I want to start this letter. I know you very well; though I doubt if you know me. I have always watched you—in one way or another. Don't be scared, I'm not an obsessed stalker or anything—but I do take a glimpse of you whenever I get the chance. I've known you for quite a long while now—and I think you may have already seen me or you may recognize me by face but probably not even know my name. Okay, let me get this straight; I know you probably don't like people who don't get to the point so here—I like you. I really like you. Ever since I saw you, I already knew what I felt about you. Yet perhaps, you may never like me back. Well, I've never really thought of you feeling the same way, so I guess that's alright. At least I had enough guts to write you this and finally get this out in the open.
Thank you for taking your precious time reading this note.
Anonymously yours,
Your Secret Admirer
Kaoru suddenly felt his breath become hitched in his throat. He quickly folded the note back and slipped it into his pocket.
He began fumbling the lock, trying to push in the right code for the padlock. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he finally jammed the door open.
PLOP!
Something hit him in the face—it wasn't hard and painful or anything of that sort. In fact, it was soft. Kaoru pried the object from his face and saw—
A stuffed frog.
"A… stuffed… frog?" Kaoru blinked as he turned the plushie upside-down and sideways to inspect. "But… who could have given it?"
Then his face paled the lightest shade of white as the answer hit him.
In a flash, Kaoru crammed the stuffed frog into his bag—hoping no one saw him.
Too bad he didn't notice a silhouette hiding behind the wall.
Hikaru flopped down the couch and opened the TV. His expression remained as blank as ever as he flipped the channels—in his effort to find something that would take away his tedium.
Kaoru followed, slowly, cautiously, his hands gravely gripped onto his hand bag. He turned his back against his twin and quietly unzipped his bag, gently lifting the plushie, as hushed as a frightened mouse.
"You know, I can see you."
Kaoru froze.
"Duh, Kaoru. I'm not that blind. I can see you're hiding something from me—did you think I couldn't see that you're removing some certain, unidentified object out of your bag—so what is it?"
Kaoru turned around and met Hikaru's steel gaze.
"I-It's nothing… I swear." Kaoru could already feel his trembling hand as he raised his arm.
"Nothing? Then why are you suddenly so shaky?" Kaoru knew Hikaru's voice hinted of sly curiosity—well, Hikaru was almost bored to death—until now. "Oooohhhh, what do we have here?"
"Really it's—"
"Oh my goodness, it's a stuffed frog! I didn't know you had a fetish for frog plushies…"
Kaoru flinched. "N-No, I don't… I-It's not what you think…"
Hikaru slapped his brother's back playfully. "Silly, Kaoru. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've bought those frog plushies I saw a while back…"
"HIKARU, I DO NOT LIKE FROGS AND I DID NOT BUY THAT PLUSH!"
Hikaru stopped and stared at Kaoru who fumed, cheeks turning bright pink. He swore he saw a vein popping out of Kaoru's head. "O-Okay. Cool down, dude. No need to get angry."
"Well, if you didn't buy that yourself—then how did you get that?"
"Someone gave it to me."
There was a short gap of silence.
"Who?"
"I-I don't know."
"Seriously?"
"Y-Yeah."
If only Kaoru's head wasn't bowed so low in embarrassment, he would have seen the sinister glint in Hikaru's eyes.
'Interesting… Very interesting… Looks like this should keep me out of boredom for a while…'
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Hoorah! At last, finished this in…an hour!? Whoa. What a record. Lol. Well this would be my new project for a while… I'll leave Tarot Reading for awhile… I'm really aiming for this story to be finished exactly at Christmas. So please review and tell me what you think!