An update! FINALLY!~
Title: A Beautiful Lie
Author: Raffi
Genre: Yaoi
Characters/Pairings: Kaoru / Kyouya (surprise-surprise!) Hikaru/Kaoru + slight Hikaru / Haruhi
Chapters: 3/???
Rating: M for future rating, T for this chapter.
Summary: 'I'm in love with him'. // 'So am I.' // 'So that's make us rivals?'
Warnings: boys love ahead~
Note: Huge thanks to my beta-reader!~
xX - A Little Lie - Xx
He could feel his eyes were ready to literally pop out, but it would totally ruin his cold and collected style. So as a response to Kaoru’s request, all he did was raise his eyebrow with an ‘excuse-me-what?’ look clearly reading in his onyx eyes.
‘Excuse me, what?’ Kyouya finally regained his ability to construct a coherent sentence, regardless of how difficult it was.
‘Kyouya-senpai, why must I always repeat myself?’ Kaoru sighed in disbelief. ‘I’m asking you to cancel our brotherly love act for today.’
The younger Ootori would have choked on his tea, if he had not finished it earlier. Before he came up with an appropriate answer for the Hitachiin in front of him, a single thought of Tamaki exploding in tears, eventually swooning into his righteous corner of woe ran though his mind. He really did not know which was worse, upset protests of the fangirls or crying, whining, weeping Tamaki sitting in the corner with an expression of the man whose heart was smashed into tiny pieces.
‘Kaoru,’ he began in his usual manner, wherein he usually used to say ‘no’; but since he was the heir of Ootori family, he could not just bluntly say ‘no’ to the youngest of Hitachiin brothers without a proper explanation (Tamaki does not count). ‘I’m afraid that this is not how it works. Even though I am a Vice President of the club, Tamaki is still in charge of things around here.’
The younger of the two knew what the other was getting at, but to tell the truth, he had no intention to buy this ‘all-depends-on-Tono’ crap. Perhaps, he was thinking too loudly, because it was clear that Kyouya could hear it. Sometimes, he really believed that Kyouya could read his mind just by simply glancing into his hazel eyes. One short glance and there seemed to be no problem reading Kaoru like an open book. Who knows…? Maybe one day he and his raven-haired senpai will establish the same mental link Kaoru once shared with his elder brother…
However, the younger of the twins knew - no, it was more as if he could feel - that he was just looking for his brother’s substitute. He was desperately trying to find that special someone who could understand him, since Hikaru deliberately butchered the World of Us into nothing. Little by little, day after day, he felt Hikaru’s rift of indifference becoming larger and, one day, Kaoru finally slipped and fell straight to the bottom.
The thing that probably hurt the most was the moment he fell and Hikaru was nowhere in sight to help him. He landed and remained motionless, quietly praying that any moment now, his elder brother would come down and rescue him. But he never came. Since that day onward, Kaoru had his own world and Hikaru had his.
xXx
‘What do you mean Kaoru cancelled our act today?!’ Hikaru was shocked, irritated and, without doubt, lost.
‘Hikaru, I meant exactly what I said,’ Kyouya stated bluntly; he was irritated no less than the ginger-haired man in front of him, because now he was pre-occupied with Tamaki, who was clinging to his jacket, weeping, sobbing and mumbling something incoherent like, ‘Where did I go wrong? I thought I was a good father!’
Fighting his urge to shut Tamaki the fuck up, Hikaru simply took a deep breath and addressed Kyouya once again. ‘So where is he now?’
‘Hikaru, for once, please, try solving your problems on your own. As you might have already noticed, I am a little busy here.’
As Hikaru heard those words from his fellow club-member, he did indeed want to object about ‘not being able to solve his own problems,’ but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shot a death glare from those cold onyx eyes, making it painfully obvious that if he were to even peep - he would be dead.
‘Okay, fine. I’ll look for him myself.’ Hikaru massaged his temples as if concentrating, or maybe thinking where his beloved sibling had gone. A few moments passed and then he exclaimed an ‘aha!’ and rushed out of the Third Music Room muttering something about the school garden.
Kyouya could only stare at the closed door, which had been slammed not so long ago, and could not help but bitterly sigh at Hikaru’s complete ignorance as to where his younger twin would spend his time when he was upset.
xXx
Kaoru was sitting on a comfortable, luxurious sofa, vacantly gazing through the pages of some old, incredibly thick book, filled with different somewhat shocking and disturbing articles, that was lying on his knees. One page followed another one shortly; he did not even stop to look at some eerie images printed there.
‘’Clinical and Autopsy Diagnoses’ by Combe and Couvelard?’ Kaoru dropped the book and quickly turned to face the stranger behind him. ‘Certainly not the type of literature you are interested in, no, Kaoru?’
‘Kyouya-senpai… ‘The younger boy’s tension instantly ceased. ‘Please don’t sneak up on me like that.’
‘I apologise. I never intended to startle you,’ Kyouya nonchalantly replied, while adjusting his glasses, and Kaoru caught himself staring at his upperclassman’s porcelain hands with their long and delicate fingers.
‘Anything wrong?’ The younger Ootori brought Kaoru back from his daze. ‘Is there something on my face that causes you to look at me so?’
‘Oh! No,’ the red-head smiled sheepishly in reply. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if Kyouya-senpai was into playing piano; his hands somewhat resembled a pianist’s.
A strangely awkward silence filled this part of the library where neither one of the host club members could come up with what to say. Moments seemed like hours to Kyouya Ootori, who was debating on whether or not tell the young Hitachiin in front of him that his brother was hopelessly searching for him in the school garden.
‘This is incredibly awkward…’ Kaoru shifted in his seat. ‘You… were probably looking for me to tell me something, no?’
‘Pardon?’ Now it was Kyouya who was dragged back to reality from his thoughts. ‘Why yes, I was.’
‘… And that is?’
His tongue was itching to tell Kaoru about that ginger-haired fool who happened to be his twin. However, his mind would not allow him to do so. He needed the youngest Hitachiin to himself. It was a horrid and appalling thought, but he could not get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. There was something about Kaoru that bewitched him, mesmerized him. Kyouya noticed so many strange things happening to him whenever Kaoru was around; he never acted this way.
For instance, he scratched his right hand every time they were alone. Perhaps, they were impatient to pull that fragile body close, feel the soft and velvety skin beneath his fingers.
xXx
‘Have you seen Hikaru by any chance, Senpai?’ the younger of the two finally asked, as they were halfway back to the Third Music Room.
‘Hikaru? I don’t believe I have.’
They returned to the Host Club Room. Little did Kaoru know that no one was there. Little did he know that Kyouya had actually lied to him. Little did he know what was going on between his brother and their raven-haired senpai.
A little lie never hurt anyone, right? was Kyouya’s quickly vanishing thought before he closed the wooden door behind him.
-To Be Continued
Author: Raffi
Genre: Yaoi
Characters/Pairings: Kaoru / Kyouya (surprise-surprise!) Hikaru/Kaoru + slight Hikaru / Haruhi
Chapters: 3/???
Rating: M for future rating, T for this chapter.
Summary: 'I'm in love with him'. // 'So am I.' // 'So that's make us rivals?'
Warnings: boys love ahead~
Note: Huge thanks to my beta-reader!~
xX - A Little Lie - Xx
He could feel his eyes were ready to literally pop out, but it would totally ruin his cold and collected style. So as a response to Kaoru’s request, all he did was raise his eyebrow with an ‘excuse-me-what?’ look clearly reading in his onyx eyes.
‘Excuse me, what?’ Kyouya finally regained his ability to construct a coherent sentence, regardless of how difficult it was.
‘Kyouya-senpai, why must I always repeat myself?’ Kaoru sighed in disbelief. ‘I’m asking you to cancel our brotherly love act for today.’
The younger Ootori would have choked on his tea, if he had not finished it earlier. Before he came up with an appropriate answer for the Hitachiin in front of him, a single thought of Tamaki exploding in tears, eventually swooning into his righteous corner of woe ran though his mind. He really did not know which was worse, upset protests of the fangirls or crying, whining, weeping Tamaki sitting in the corner with an expression of the man whose heart was smashed into tiny pieces.
‘Kaoru,’ he began in his usual manner, wherein he usually used to say ‘no’; but since he was the heir of Ootori family, he could not just bluntly say ‘no’ to the youngest of Hitachiin brothers without a proper explanation (Tamaki does not count). ‘I’m afraid that this is not how it works. Even though I am a Vice President of the club, Tamaki is still in charge of things around here.’
The younger of the two knew what the other was getting at, but to tell the truth, he had no intention to buy this ‘all-depends-on-Tono’ crap. Perhaps, he was thinking too loudly, because it was clear that Kyouya could hear it. Sometimes, he really believed that Kyouya could read his mind just by simply glancing into his hazel eyes. One short glance and there seemed to be no problem reading Kaoru like an open book. Who knows…? Maybe one day he and his raven-haired senpai will establish the same mental link Kaoru once shared with his elder brother…
However, the younger of the twins knew - no, it was more as if he could feel - that he was just looking for his brother’s substitute. He was desperately trying to find that special someone who could understand him, since Hikaru deliberately butchered the World of Us into nothing. Little by little, day after day, he felt Hikaru’s rift of indifference becoming larger and, one day, Kaoru finally slipped and fell straight to the bottom.
The thing that probably hurt the most was the moment he fell and Hikaru was nowhere in sight to help him. He landed and remained motionless, quietly praying that any moment now, his elder brother would come down and rescue him. But he never came. Since that day onward, Kaoru had his own world and Hikaru had his.
xXx
‘What do you mean Kaoru cancelled our act today?!’ Hikaru was shocked, irritated and, without doubt, lost.
‘Hikaru, I meant exactly what I said,’ Kyouya stated bluntly; he was irritated no less than the ginger-haired man in front of him, because now he was pre-occupied with Tamaki, who was clinging to his jacket, weeping, sobbing and mumbling something incoherent like, ‘Where did I go wrong? I thought I was a good father!’
Fighting his urge to shut Tamaki the fuck up, Hikaru simply took a deep breath and addressed Kyouya once again. ‘So where is he now?’
‘Hikaru, for once, please, try solving your problems on your own. As you might have already noticed, I am a little busy here.’
As Hikaru heard those words from his fellow club-member, he did indeed want to object about ‘not being able to solve his own problems,’ but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shot a death glare from those cold onyx eyes, making it painfully obvious that if he were to even peep - he would be dead.
‘Okay, fine. I’ll look for him myself.’ Hikaru massaged his temples as if concentrating, or maybe thinking where his beloved sibling had gone. A few moments passed and then he exclaimed an ‘aha!’ and rushed out of the Third Music Room muttering something about the school garden.
Kyouya could only stare at the closed door, which had been slammed not so long ago, and could not help but bitterly sigh at Hikaru’s complete ignorance as to where his younger twin would spend his time when he was upset.
xXx
Kaoru was sitting on a comfortable, luxurious sofa, vacantly gazing through the pages of some old, incredibly thick book, filled with different somewhat shocking and disturbing articles, that was lying on his knees. One page followed another one shortly; he did not even stop to look at some eerie images printed there.
‘’Clinical and Autopsy Diagnoses’ by Combe and Couvelard?’ Kaoru dropped the book and quickly turned to face the stranger behind him. ‘Certainly not the type of literature you are interested in, no, Kaoru?’
‘Kyouya-senpai… ‘The younger boy’s tension instantly ceased. ‘Please don’t sneak up on me like that.’
‘I apologise. I never intended to startle you,’ Kyouya nonchalantly replied, while adjusting his glasses, and Kaoru caught himself staring at his upperclassman’s porcelain hands with their long and delicate fingers.
‘Anything wrong?’ The younger Ootori brought Kaoru back from his daze. ‘Is there something on my face that causes you to look at me so?’
‘Oh! No,’ the red-head smiled sheepishly in reply. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if Kyouya-senpai was into playing piano; his hands somewhat resembled a pianist’s.
A strangely awkward silence filled this part of the library where neither one of the host club members could come up with what to say. Moments seemed like hours to Kyouya Ootori, who was debating on whether or not tell the young Hitachiin in front of him that his brother was hopelessly searching for him in the school garden.
‘This is incredibly awkward…’ Kaoru shifted in his seat. ‘You… were probably looking for me to tell me something, no?’
‘Pardon?’ Now it was Kyouya who was dragged back to reality from his thoughts. ‘Why yes, I was.’
‘… And that is?’
His tongue was itching to tell Kaoru about that ginger-haired fool who happened to be his twin. However, his mind would not allow him to do so. He needed the youngest Hitachiin to himself. It was a horrid and appalling thought, but he could not get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. There was something about Kaoru that bewitched him, mesmerized him. Kyouya noticed so many strange things happening to him whenever Kaoru was around; he never acted this way.
For instance, he scratched his right hand every time they were alone. Perhaps, they were impatient to pull that fragile body close, feel the soft and velvety skin beneath his fingers.
xXx
‘Have you seen Hikaru by any chance, Senpai?’ the younger of the two finally asked, as they were halfway back to the Third Music Room.
‘Hikaru? I don’t believe I have.’
They returned to the Host Club Room. Little did Kaoru know that no one was there. Little did he know that Kyouya had actually lied to him. Little did he know what was going on between his brother and their raven-haired senpai.
A little lie never hurt anyone, right? was Kyouya’s quickly vanishing thought before he closed the wooden door behind him.
-To Be Continued