Keri: First order of busyness, I re-read through my reviews and counted a total of 10 people I've made cry. I'm sorry for the misinformation.

Second order of busyness, to HuMaN-EaTiNg-PaNdA -HEP-: I'M SORRY MY KAORU-KUN PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.

If you don't get that, at school I'm Hikaru and she's Kaoru. And inuyashalover411299 is Honey-senpai and our friend Jenny is Haruhi. M'yeah.

Oh, and just a head's up: get your tissues ready.

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Chapter the Last

She couldn't look.

She couldn't bare it.

She just, could not look.

She had a feeling she knew.

But didn't want to believe.

Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder. "I will do it, if you want to wait outside."

She shook her head, waiting out side the door. The gateway to hell. The front door to the home of the dead. "I want to know what happened. They called us and told us to come together." She turned to the man next to her. "W-well?"

The police officer took Mrs. Hitachiin's hand in his own. "We got a call from the land owner, she said - there had been a disturbance." He paused for the mother to take a deep breath. "We came over and found…found a body that had been stabbed to death outside a condo, inside was another body. He had hung himself."

Mrs. Hitachiin burst into tears in her husband's shoulder. She knew that this was what had become of them.

"M'am, we need you to identify the bodies." He sighed at the sight. "Or your husband can go in, and you can wait out side."

She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, trying to stop her sobs as she looked back up at the doors to the morgue. She would have to go in. She couldn't kid herself. She had to see in order to accept it. "I-I'll do it."

The officer nodded, leading the couple into the chilly room. Rows upon rows of bodies, shut tight in lockers, lined the walls. There were five cold, metal gurneys in the room, each with a small table by them.

A doctor was standing by the only two beds with occupants. There was a white sheet covering the bodies. He pulled them back slowly, reveling each identical face.

"Oh god," the fashion designer placed a hand over her mouth as she stared into the cold, lifeless faces of the young boys. Her boys. Both parents had known this would happen if anyone had found out about the relationship. A hate crime. That what this was.

"We figure that after finding his brother dead, one of them hung themselves. Can you tell who's who, m'am?" the doctor asked as gently as he could.

This was the ultimate Which One is Hikaru-kun Game.

She took a deep breath once more, looking from face to face before she pointed at the boy with a deep purple bruise around his neck. "That i-is my Hikaru-kun." She was right, but she would never know.

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Everyone had come. The family, close and distant, all the maids and butlers were invited as guests not employees, and the Host Club. They showed up. And brought all of Hikaru and Kaoru's fan-girls who mourned their coffins.

The funeral was in the back yard of the mansion, the family graveyard. Mrs. Hitachiin hand been extra careful so that the bodies would not be confused and buried in the wrong grave. She had always known her boys wanted to be told apart, and to be left in the other's grave, was an insult she would not have. She couldn't save their lives, the least she could do was give them this small mercy.

Tamaki sat down in the chair next to Mrs. Hitachiin. "I'm sorry. You have no idea how horrible we all feel." He hung his head, holding back tears for his dear friends. "This is all my fault, and for that, I am sorry."

She dabbed her eyes from under her black veil. "No darling, it is not your-"

"Yes it is!" he said angrily, holding head in frustration. "If I hadn't given Haruhi and Kyouya permission to post that picture, none of this would be happening!" the tears trickled from his eyes, staining his face. The one that had won him so many girls. The one that he had prized more than life itself. But now, he wasn't so sure: Good looks hadn't saved the Hitachiin twins.

Mrs. Hitachiin placed a hand on Tamaki's back, trying to comfort the teen. She couldn't tell him that it wasn't his fault, for it was, and she couldn't tell him that it was his fault, for it wasn't. Everyone had a hand in the deaths of her only sons, yet none had meant to. Except, maybe, the person or persons who had murdered her youngest.

She stood after a moment or two of silence, going over to the caskets. They were open for their wounds were hidden by their clothes. She took out a small black box she had been given after identifying the two. The fan-girls stood in a small, teary eyed circle around her as she leaned down, placing a small necklace around each boy's neck.

Around Hikaru's neck was a small heart with pick jewels.

Kaoru's name was engraved into it.

And around Kaoru's was a small heart with blue jewels.

Hikaru's name was engraved into his.

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Keri: -sits back and waits for hate mail-