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Disclaimer: Yes, yes, I know Hikaru's a total jerk wad here. My apologies. :D

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Kaoru stood in the doorway, frozen in shock as he watched his brother make out with another guy on their sofa. His sofa, to be precise. It was initially his bedroom, but Hikaru had somehow turned it into their bedroom.

Just the two of them, like it always had been before, way back since the day they were little babies in the cot they shared.

But now…

Hikaru's hands were roaming over the stranger's chest, fingers gently pinching his nipples. Kaoru heard Hikaru's familiar mischievous chuckle as the unknown guy moaned with pleasure under his twin.

The younger Hitachiin felt like running, but his legs just wouldn't obey him and his knees felt like jelly. His head swam as he trembled. But that didn't make sense, because his heart was thumping like crazy against his ribcage.

The rhythmic beat pumped according to the blood pulsing through his veins. Kaoru blinked, and was mildly surprised when he felt warm tears flowing down his face. And somewhere at the back of his mind, something niggled at him; a boiling fury building up in his chest, seeping through every vein in his body, warming him up and chasing the bitter cold away.

Kaoru, for the first time in his life, was incredibly disappointed and extremely angry with his twin brother.

No, angry just doesn't cut it, Kaoru decided.

He was steaming hot, just plain furious. All of Hikaru's promises - his reassurances, his false smile – the one that never reached his eyes – practically screamedtauntingly in Kaoru's mind.

Liar, Kaoru thought as he grabbed his jacket and fled through the front door, slamming it full force behind him. He didn't care if Hikaru or the other … stupid, ugly, moaning guy heard. Not that he'd seen the guy's face, of course. But he still didn't give a damn. Everyone else was ugly compared to Hikaru's brilliance.

Kaoru hissed as hot angry tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto his light green shirt. He remembered exactly where and when he had gotten the shirt – at one of the standalone stores in Bali while on vacation with his brother. Hikaru had insisted he buy it, saying that Kaoru worked the color extremely well.

"Are you sure it would look good on me?" Kaoru had asked.

"Definitely; you're my brother, remember? I know what's best for you. It's proof that I love you, right?" Hikaru had laughed.

Bloody fucking liar.

"LIAR!" screamed Kaoru, venting his anger once safely in his shiny red Lexus LF-A Roadster. "URRRGH! DAMMIT!"

His fist hit the horn, and the loud sound made him jump.

"Jesus." He strapped on his seatbelt and heaved a sigh. "Logic; think, Kaoru, think. You can't drive like this. You're too fucking pissed."

A window above opened and Hikaru leaned out, waving. He wore a cold, fake plastic smile. "Did you just get back, baby?"

Hearing Hikaru's voice, dripping with pretense and sugary sweetness made Kaoru want to puke all over his leather dashboard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kaoru could see the guy Hikaru had been making out with half naked on the sofa minutes earlier sneaking his way out of the back door to an Aston Martin DB9 parked right behind their house. Kaoru intended to force a smile at Hikaru, but his head was pounding too hard and his heart throwing itself against his chest.

He swallowed and inhaled a deep breath. He wouldn't deal with this now; it was way too much for him. Later, he decided when he was calmer and didn't feel like hurling something hard, sharp and sandpapery at Hikaru, dig his eyes out and stab him repeatedly, he'd be able to actually string a sentence together without swearing.

Looking up at the window, he stuck out a rather inappropriate finger and started his car. A small half-satisfied smirk sculpted his lips as he saw Hikaru's shocked expression through the rearview mirror.

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Kyouya typed away relentlessly at his laptop, frowning occasionally as it failed to satisfy him. Johann Sebastian Bach's Prelude in C Minor played in the background, and every tinkly piano note helped calm his nerves. He was frustrated, exasperated, and desperately in need of something else better to waste his time with. That was it; time. Kyouya had way too much time on his hands, although he always pretended he was busy with work and other pressing matters. They were just little cover-ups he had to make in order to show his father he actually managed to stay on track as an Ootori.

Truth be told, Kyouya was actually losing it. He supposed the loneliness was getting to him. Obviously, he'd never told anyone, not even his closest friend Tamaki, because he was too wise to do something rash like that. His friends would practically freak out, and he wouldn't be the one holding them all together anymore. Rule number one: the Shadow King never admitted his own feelings that freely. Well, unless it was anger. The rest just couldn't compare.

Kyouya took off his glasses and wiped them with the silk cloth on his desk. He was debating whether to take a break by losing a few brain cells in front of the widescreen plasma TV or do some calculus to calm his nerves.

Outside his door, he could hear pattering footsteps and soft, muffled voices. Kyouya ignored it; probably some maidservants who were wondering whether he was busy and not to be disturbed. Once, he'd thrown several precious vases at them for interrupting him at the wrong time. Of course, he had been berated by his father, but he didn't give a damn. Kyouya smirked; it felt good to know he was in control.

Someone knocked, and Kyouya admitted his maid in with a terse command.

"Yes, what is it now?"

"Ootori-sama, there's a visitor by the name of Hita-!" the maid was pushed inside rudely, and then the door slammed shut.

"Goddammit Kyouya, you wouldn't believe this!" one of the twins; Kyouya couldn't tell which one, stood breathing heavily on his sea green carpeted floor. "Bloody fucking liar!"

Kyouya hated noise, and he detested being disturbed. But he was lonely, although he refused to acknowledge that fact. And his curiosity was peaked, and whenever Ootori Kyouya wanted to know something, he took the pains to find out.

"Really now? Have a seat." Kyouya earnestly tried his best to figure out which twin was currently yelling at him.

Hikaru was good at imitating Kaoru, and vice versa, but this twin was incredibly angry that fumes practically rolled off him in waves. Kyouya couldn't tell, but he decided it would be better to just play along until he received a clue. "Coffee, juice, or would you prefer something stronger?"

He received a disgruntled sigh in response.

"I have vodka if you want any. The most expensive, of course." Kyouya pressed.

"No, but thank you. I'm not very thirsty."

Ah, that polite mannerism was unmistakably Kaoru's, Kyouya concluded. Hikaru, when furious, would simply wave trivial things aside.

"Would you happen to have any aspirin though, Kyouya-kun? I've got a splitting headache."

Kyouya signaled to his maid, who nodded and hurried out of his room. "Let me assume that something terrible happened, Kaoru."

"Aww, how'd you guess?" Kaoru pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Back to the point; something that absolutely sucked balls happened, that's what. Gimme a minute to breathe normally."

Kyouya almost laughed, but restrained himself. It wouldn't do to let Kaoru get even more miffed if he thought Kyouya was laughing at his predicament. Actually, Kyouya found Kaoru kind of cute when he was mad. The way his nostrils flared out and his lips pursed when he stared and fumed at the wall; adorable. Kyouya mentally imagined Kaoru naked on his couch for a millisecond, then stopped the inner slideshow and chided himself. Kaoru was Kaoru, and Kyouya didn't belong on his level. Yet, he told himself hopefully. But seriously.

The maid knocked and came in, bearing a silver tray of drinks and a couple of pills for Kaoru. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed, sipping his glass of water.

"I'm really sorry, Kyouya. Bursting in on you like this, I…" Kaoru sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I need a place to stay tonight. Just for one night, until I'm composed enough to face this hitch."

Kaoru's pleading eyes were also adorable, Kyouya observed, running his eyes down the Hitachiin's neck, collarbone, and chest. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"You can stay here as long as you want, Kaoru." He smiled, turning back to his laptop and shutting down. "I'll ask several maids to help prepare the guest room for you."

"Thanks," Kaoru watched him with sad eyes. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel anymore."

"Tell me what happened," Kyouya invited coaxingly.

Kaoru took a deep breath before launching into his story.

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Does he know?

Hikaru was debating with himself and his reflection in the mirror, pacing up and down in the bedroom he shared with Kaoru.

Probably not, I didn't see or hear him coming home today, just his car honking. Maybe he's pissed about some other shit. The inevitable question floated into his mind and stuck itself like a post-it note on his forehead. Then why isn't he home for dinner right now?

Biting his lip, Hikaru picked up his cellphone. Where could Kaoru be? To call or not to call? Calling would make him seem like a good, caring older brother. But calling would also prove he was guilty, if Kaoru had found out.

If.

Right now, Hikaru hated that word. It never guaranteed its promises.

Who are you to talk, Hikaru? He laughed to himself. Jeez, you even lied to your own brother.

He grabbed his car keys and pulled on a clean shirt. Time to find Kaoru and patch things up.

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