Doppelganger ch.2
Title: Doppelganger
Summary: Doppelgangers, an omen. An evil twin. Hikaru, a cab driver, is bored with life. Maybe a bad omen is all he needs. A really nice, bad omen. HikaruxKaoru AU
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: R-NC17
Chapter: 2/6
“Ungh.”
Hikaru had never really been a sound sleeper. No, ask his ex lovers and they all would have complained of being kicked off his bed, snores, and blankets being stolen from them.
Even then, it was still a shock when he found his legs twisted with Kaoru’s and Kaoru snuggling up to him, trying to get some kind of warmth since he had no blanket. It had been stolen from him some time during the night.
In his half-awake mind, he was surprised and his mind was screaming, “Push him off you!” but of course, his other part was lazy and wanted to get back to sleep.
Then Kaoru nuzzled closer.
“Get the hell off of me!”
And then Kaoru was pushed off rather roughly, landing quite a few inches away.
“Ouch…You didn’t have to push me off of you, you know. You could have just gently detangled yourself from me. Or tapped my shoulder.” Kaoru said, rubbing his hip and letting out a yawn.
Hikaru was still in shock and he still wasn’t sure why. It had just really bothered him having Kaoru that close and cuddling him. Even though Hikaru knew he had simply been trying to get some heat off his body, he didn’t have to be so close, damn it!
“You stole the entire blanket from me, Hikaru. I was asleep and my body just went to the nearest source of heat. I wasn’t trying to rape you or something.”
It was true and hearing Kaoru keep showing him that he was wrong annoyed him more because it just made the blush grow larger on his face, which was extra humiliating because he was too old to blush. Way too old. Plus the cuddling that Kaoru had done was still making him feel uncomfortable. Stupid aftershocks.
“Did you know that after seeing a doppelganger, you die?”
“Huh?” Hikaru asked, his attention being brought to Kaoru who was crawling his way over to Hikaru, who noticed the smile on his ‘doppelganger’s’ face. “What do you mean?”
“A woman saw a woman that looked exactly like her one day. The same day, she died. There are tons of cases like that.” Kaoru said, mumbling, looking at the wall and Hikaru could see nothing interesting about the wall other than you could punch it and your hand would be outside. He stopped looking to look at Hikaru. “Wouldn’t that be cool if that sort of stuff was real? I already found you and we look alike enough. I wonder which one will die?”
“Stop talking about death already, geesh.” Who talked about death? Who wanted to think about it?
“Fine, then let’s talk about love at first sight.”
That caused Hikaru to look at Kaoru with a confused glance that screamed ‘what the hell?’ “Why? It’s stupid and only exists in romance books that women read because they desperately need a man. You believe in it?” He guessed by the way Kaoru was still smiling, he did.
“I do.” Kaoru was still smiling and Hikaru wondered why he had moved closer and why he had mentioned love at first sight anyway. “I bet it happens every day and nobody knows it. But some do and they pine away over the idiot who can’t see it.”
Kaoru was still smiling. He never seemed to stop and while his smile wasn’t entirely bad, why did he never stop? Hikaru got as much discomfort from it as comfort. And for some reason, he noticed he had moved closer to Kaoru and he coughed loudly.
“Probably because the idiot who fell in love was some romantic sap and the person he fell in love with was smart.”
“So you don’t believe?”
“No.”
When Kaoru looked to the wall again and looked back to Hikaru, the first thought that came to mind was that Kaoru had beautiful eyes. While Hikaru mentally grimaced at the thought, it was true. He did. And beautiful skin, hair, lips, everything. What Hikaru hated saying more but Kaoru was better looking than most of the girls he had ever been with and that was disturbing in itself.
“So you probably don’t believe in soul mates at all?” With the shake of his head, Kaoru sighed. “You should because I bet your soul mate is looking all over for you.”
The expression on Kaoru’s face had no definition and Hikaru felt his stomach get upset but then remembered he had had nothing to eat for a while and frowned.
“Sorry about that. I just like sounding poetic, I guess.” Hikaru hated language and all its stupid little metaphors and everything and Kaoru noticed, somehow. “You don’t. You should. Language is something that connects us all.”
He couldn’t say anything! No words would come and he wasn’t even sure that when he did talk, he’d say anything that sounded remotely intelligible. Hikaru frowned and decided to look at that wall Kaoru had been looking at and even if it still wasn’t interesting, it was something at the very least.
Since when had life seemed like a cheesy romance novel? Or at least a cheesy novel without the romance part. He hated those books. He hated the women that read those books. But he had a weird feeling that maybe Kaoru read those books.
“I bet you’re hungry.” On cue, Hikaru’s stomach growled and Kaoru giggled (Hikaru was still wondering what man giggled) again like he had the day before. “I thought so.”
“Well, I haven’t eaten for a day. What do you expect?” He snapped grumpily and Kaoru didn’t lose the smile.
“Yeah, that’s why I was going to offer you some food. Besides, I know a fun game you might like.”
That definitely caught Hikaru’s attention and he gave the same smirk Kaoru was wearing. “What kind of game?”
“It’s called picking on Tamaki.” And as Kaoru got up and then offered his hand, Hikaru glanced at it, still wearing a grin.
As corny as it seemed, he felt like taking that hand was going to lead him to other places than just where he was going in a few seconds. Life really had become some stupid book.
He took Kaoru’s hand anyway.
“You’ll have tons of fun, I promise.”
Hikaru kept trying not to put much weight in his steps because he was just so sure he’d fall through them. He’d gone through too much to die such a stupid death. After all, if he was going to die, Hikaru decided he was going to at least die by a gunshot. Falling through stairs sounded so boring.
And then there was that idiot with the robes waltzing his way to meet them at the end of the steps.
“Kaoru! You have awoken from your slumber!”
He was such an easy target Hikaru almost burst out laughing and when he turned to him, Hikaru already knew that this guy would start saying words nobody in their right mind would ever use in an everyday conversation.
“Ah! It is you! The prince to the pauper! Another one to the one! A-”
“No time for one of your speeches.” Kaoru interrupted, taking Hikaru’s hand to whatever room he was taking him to earlier. The idiot was crying over something and Hikaru almost laughed.
Of course, he stopped laughing when he saw a bunch of people sitting around one table that was about to break. There were more?
And it was somewhat odd. One looked like he was the King of Shadows, another looked like a little boy, one was a giant, and Hikaru wasn’t sure if the last one was a flat chested girl or a very cute boy.
Hikaru was pretty sure they were terrorists too and then Hikaru thought it was a scary aspect to be in a room with so many of them.
But Kaoru was smiling and Hikaru guessed he was in no real danger. Then again, Kaoru always seemed to smile.
“So, you’re Hikaru?” The shadowy person asked, breaking the silence and Hikaru only nod before his eyebrows furrowed.
“How the hell do you know my name?”
“Kyou-chan knows everything!” Said the little boy and Hikaru was beginning to wonder why he was in a group of terrorists.
“Kyouya Ohtori. I heard Kaoru call you that and I simply looked you up a bit. After all, this group is a secret and if the wrong person finds us out, they may have to die and nobody really wants that, do they?” He was smiling but Hikaru felt no warmth from it. It was a threat.
Then a bunny doll was being pushed into his face.
“I’m Haninozuka Mitsukuni! Call me Hunny, ‘kay? This is Usa-chan! Over there’s Takashi!” A grunt from the giant. “There’s Haru-chan!”
The boy/girl smiled politely and waved. “Haruhi Fujioka.” And it sounded like a girl. Or a very feminine man.
“Girl.” Kaoru whispered and Hikaru looked over to Kaoru, who was wearing an amused grin. He was finding entertainment in all this confusion.
And then everybody was staring at them and Hikaru finally noticed that Kaoru still had a grasp on his hand and he roughly took it away. He frowned when he noticed it was sweaty. But Kaoru took his hand to get him a place to sit.
“Here! Since Tamaki is being an idiot more than usual, you can have his seat!” Kaoru said happily and Hikaru guessed Tamaki was always 'that idiot'. Obviously, it would upset the fool a lot and Hikaru grinned at the mischief in Kaoru’s eyes.
As soon as he sat down, the blonde moron came running in with tears in his eyes.
“An idiot? My seat? Such cruelty! Such horrid discourtesy! Such-”
“Take my seat. I have to get ready to go anyway.” Kyouya interrupted, getting up and swiftly making his way up the stairs.
Hikaru didn’t have a chance to ask because Haruhi had gotten up and gotten them their food and Hikaru was too hungry to care about Shadow Kings. Or to really care what he was eating.
“Slow down, you’ll get sick if you eat so fast.” Kaoru chastised, and Hikaru noted that they were like in another way: they had the same shine in their eyes that always made them look like they were up to something.
“Yeah, well,” Hikaru snapped, but then tried to soften his voice. “I haven’t eaten in a while. Anybody would be eating as fast as me.” But when he went back to eating, he ate slower. Kaoru did have a good point.
“Hikaru!” Tamaki began dramatically and Hikaru saw his chance coming. “You still must be very nervous! After all, you only arrived here, cold and hungry and wet!”
“Hungry, yeah. Cold, sure. But wet? How do you get wet in winter? You need to work on your speeches more.”
“Hikaru’s right. You should plan out your speeches better.” Kaoru continued and Hikaru knew they were partners in crime now.
“What?” the blonde gaped. “My speeches are-”
“Melodramatic?”
“Stupid?”
And then he was in a corner, moping, and Hikaru and Kaoru congratulated each other mentally.
“Get up and stop acting like that.” Haruhi muttered and then looked at Hikaru (ignoring Tamaki who was going into antics). “I’m guessing you two are twins.”
“Doppelgangers, Haruhi.” Kaoru corrected.
“It’s more likely he’s your twin than he is your doppelganger, Kaoru.” Kyouya said, who had finally come back down, dressed in all black with a hood on. Hikaru frowned. He looked scary. What was he about to do?
“Oh, you’re going now?” Kaoru asked to which Kyouya just nodded and waved a good bye to everybody. Hikaru noticed he had a mask in his hand.
“So where is he going?”
“On a mission.” Kaoru answered, finishing whatever they had just eaten because Hikaru still wasn’t completely sure what it was.
Hikaru wasn’t going to ask anymore but then Tamaki put his thoughts aloud.
“I bet you’re wondering what we do, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. All Kaoru told me was that you people aren’t really terrorists. Seriously, what the hell are you guys?”
Tamaki seemed to take on an air that he was about to put on a speech and obviously Haruhi was used to this because she pulled him away.
“I’ll tell you back up in my room.”
When Kaoru grabbed his hand again, he didn’t really fight about it because he noticed the way Hunny was looking at them and he had no real time to really think about anything else.
Kaoru was running up the stairs again and Hikaru was trying to stay caught up again.
At least it wasn’t boring.
When they got into the room, Kaoru wore the same smile he had before. It didn’t bother Hikaru because that smile looked good on Kaoru and oh wait. There he went again! But he didn’t feel like telling himself to stop complimenting Kaoru.
“I guess I didn’t really explain it well enough before. But basically, we do jobs nobody else wants to do.” Kaoru explained as he sat down, his back against the wall. “Or jobs people aren’t supposed to do.”
“So, you’re like assassins or something?” Hikaru asked, raising an eyebrow, confused as he sat down next to Kaoru. “Assassins don’t blow things up.”
“We don’t know what to call us. We just call ourselves terrorists because it shuts Tamaki up. But we aren’t terrorists and we’re not assassins.”
“What exactly do you do then?” Hikaru asked but then he frowned when he noticed he sat down on something hard and so he unconsciously moved, closer to Kaoru. “I know you blew something up.”
“Steal, blow things up, etc. You know. The common everyday illegal things.”
Murder.
It came to Hikaru’s mind automatically but he couldn’t imagine Kaoru killing anybody. No, he seemed too gentle, too nice. But then he had thought that before and Kaoru had turned out to be doing all those sort of things.
He asked. “Murder?”
Kaoru sighed and looked at him earnestly. “We do what we have to do for money. I mean, there’s nothing else we can do.”
Hikaru found himself annoyed at that. “I’m a freakin’ cab driver and you’re telling me there’s no other choice? I want money but I don’t go doing illegal things!”
He shook his head. “No, there isn’t, Hikaru. Besides we get a lot of money.” He laughed a little. “Do you hate me now?”
And the strange thing was, he didn’t. This guy had just told him he did all these horrifying things and Hikaru was surprised to find he still liked Kaoru. It was stupid, he thought. He should have demanded to be let go, thought of his job, but he didn’t.
“No.”
Maybe he was an even bigger idiot than that Tamaki, he thought.
“Hikaru, do you like your job?” Kaoru asked, and the smile wasn’t on his face anymore. But Hikaru knew he wasn’t smiling either.
“Of course, I don’t. But I need the money.”
“Exactly.”
Usually, he would have made some argument but he didn’t want to. Not with the way Kaoru looked. For some reason, even with his neutral face, he still looked nice. And Hikaru found it strange that he wasn’t making a big deal over the fact they looked so alike. The fact he was a hostage.
Hikaru was sure he should have been crying or something stupid like that. But no, all he could think of was that Kaoru looked nice. Even if they did look alike, Hikaru didn’t think he could ever look like that.
Then he saw it. Kaoru was luring him and Hikaru wasn’t all that shocked to find he was letting himself be lured right in. It was just too hard to try not to be.
They were friends, Hikaru knew that much and Hikaru had slept with people he had hardly known before. But they had all been female and hadn’t been on wanted posters.
Hikaru wasn’t gay. Had never wanted or ever felt the need to be with a man. But for some reason, he didn’t really care.
“You know, I think love is stupid. I think it’s fake.” He felt like he had to warn Kaoru, warn himself for whatever reason. “I never date.”
“I know that.” Kaoru said softly and Hikaru saw him lean in.
It was dumb. It was stupid. It was something completely out of a romance book but Hikaru stopped berating the situation as soon as Kaoru’s lips touched his.
It wasn’t long, it was just a brush of lips and Kaoru pulled away, as if trying to see if Hikaru liked it. He did.
Hikaru started the next kiss and this time, it was a real kiss. Not some stupid little peck, but a kiss that Hikaru was sure he would remember.
He never even heard Kaoru close the door.
Chapter 3
Summary: Doppelgangers, an omen. An evil twin. Hikaru, a cab driver, is bored with life. Maybe a bad omen is all he needs. A really nice, bad omen. HikaruxKaoru AU
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: R-NC17
Chapter: 2/6
“Ungh.”
Hikaru had never really been a sound sleeper. No, ask his ex lovers and they all would have complained of being kicked off his bed, snores, and blankets being stolen from them.
Even then, it was still a shock when he found his legs twisted with Kaoru’s and Kaoru snuggling up to him, trying to get some kind of warmth since he had no blanket. It had been stolen from him some time during the night.
In his half-awake mind, he was surprised and his mind was screaming, “Push him off you!” but of course, his other part was lazy and wanted to get back to sleep.
Then Kaoru nuzzled closer.
“Get the hell off of me!”
And then Kaoru was pushed off rather roughly, landing quite a few inches away.
“Ouch…You didn’t have to push me off of you, you know. You could have just gently detangled yourself from me. Or tapped my shoulder.” Kaoru said, rubbing his hip and letting out a yawn.
Hikaru was still in shock and he still wasn’t sure why. It had just really bothered him having Kaoru that close and cuddling him. Even though Hikaru knew he had simply been trying to get some heat off his body, he didn’t have to be so close, damn it!
“You stole the entire blanket from me, Hikaru. I was asleep and my body just went to the nearest source of heat. I wasn’t trying to rape you or something.”
It was true and hearing Kaoru keep showing him that he was wrong annoyed him more because it just made the blush grow larger on his face, which was extra humiliating because he was too old to blush. Way too old. Plus the cuddling that Kaoru had done was still making him feel uncomfortable. Stupid aftershocks.
“Did you know that after seeing a doppelganger, you die?”
“Huh?” Hikaru asked, his attention being brought to Kaoru who was crawling his way over to Hikaru, who noticed the smile on his ‘doppelganger’s’ face. “What do you mean?”
“A woman saw a woman that looked exactly like her one day. The same day, she died. There are tons of cases like that.” Kaoru said, mumbling, looking at the wall and Hikaru could see nothing interesting about the wall other than you could punch it and your hand would be outside. He stopped looking to look at Hikaru. “Wouldn’t that be cool if that sort of stuff was real? I already found you and we look alike enough. I wonder which one will die?”
“Stop talking about death already, geesh.” Who talked about death? Who wanted to think about it?
“Fine, then let’s talk about love at first sight.”
That caused Hikaru to look at Kaoru with a confused glance that screamed ‘what the hell?’ “Why? It’s stupid and only exists in romance books that women read because they desperately need a man. You believe in it?” He guessed by the way Kaoru was still smiling, he did.
“I do.” Kaoru was still smiling and Hikaru wondered why he had moved closer and why he had mentioned love at first sight anyway. “I bet it happens every day and nobody knows it. But some do and they pine away over the idiot who can’t see it.”
Kaoru was still smiling. He never seemed to stop and while his smile wasn’t entirely bad, why did he never stop? Hikaru got as much discomfort from it as comfort. And for some reason, he noticed he had moved closer to Kaoru and he coughed loudly.
“Probably because the idiot who fell in love was some romantic sap and the person he fell in love with was smart.”
“So you don’t believe?”
“No.”
When Kaoru looked to the wall again and looked back to Hikaru, the first thought that came to mind was that Kaoru had beautiful eyes. While Hikaru mentally grimaced at the thought, it was true. He did. And beautiful skin, hair, lips, everything. What Hikaru hated saying more but Kaoru was better looking than most of the girls he had ever been with and that was disturbing in itself.
“So you probably don’t believe in soul mates at all?” With the shake of his head, Kaoru sighed. “You should because I bet your soul mate is looking all over for you.”
The expression on Kaoru’s face had no definition and Hikaru felt his stomach get upset but then remembered he had had nothing to eat for a while and frowned.
“Sorry about that. I just like sounding poetic, I guess.” Hikaru hated language and all its stupid little metaphors and everything and Kaoru noticed, somehow. “You don’t. You should. Language is something that connects us all.”
He couldn’t say anything! No words would come and he wasn’t even sure that when he did talk, he’d say anything that sounded remotely intelligible. Hikaru frowned and decided to look at that wall Kaoru had been looking at and even if it still wasn’t interesting, it was something at the very least.
Since when had life seemed like a cheesy romance novel? Or at least a cheesy novel without the romance part. He hated those books. He hated the women that read those books. But he had a weird feeling that maybe Kaoru read those books.
“I bet you’re hungry.” On cue, Hikaru’s stomach growled and Kaoru giggled (Hikaru was still wondering what man giggled) again like he had the day before. “I thought so.”
“Well, I haven’t eaten for a day. What do you expect?” He snapped grumpily and Kaoru didn’t lose the smile.
“Yeah, that’s why I was going to offer you some food. Besides, I know a fun game you might like.”
That definitely caught Hikaru’s attention and he gave the same smirk Kaoru was wearing. “What kind of game?”
“It’s called picking on Tamaki.” And as Kaoru got up and then offered his hand, Hikaru glanced at it, still wearing a grin.
As corny as it seemed, he felt like taking that hand was going to lead him to other places than just where he was going in a few seconds. Life really had become some stupid book.
He took Kaoru’s hand anyway.
“You’ll have tons of fun, I promise.”
Hikaru kept trying not to put much weight in his steps because he was just so sure he’d fall through them. He’d gone through too much to die such a stupid death. After all, if he was going to die, Hikaru decided he was going to at least die by a gunshot. Falling through stairs sounded so boring.
And then there was that idiot with the robes waltzing his way to meet them at the end of the steps.
“Kaoru! You have awoken from your slumber!”
He was such an easy target Hikaru almost burst out laughing and when he turned to him, Hikaru already knew that this guy would start saying words nobody in their right mind would ever use in an everyday conversation.
“Ah! It is you! The prince to the pauper! Another one to the one! A-”
“No time for one of your speeches.” Kaoru interrupted, taking Hikaru’s hand to whatever room he was taking him to earlier. The idiot was crying over something and Hikaru almost laughed.
Of course, he stopped laughing when he saw a bunch of people sitting around one table that was about to break. There were more?
And it was somewhat odd. One looked like he was the King of Shadows, another looked like a little boy, one was a giant, and Hikaru wasn’t sure if the last one was a flat chested girl or a very cute boy.
Hikaru was pretty sure they were terrorists too and then Hikaru thought it was a scary aspect to be in a room with so many of them.
But Kaoru was smiling and Hikaru guessed he was in no real danger. Then again, Kaoru always seemed to smile.
“So, you’re Hikaru?” The shadowy person asked, breaking the silence and Hikaru only nod before his eyebrows furrowed.
“How the hell do you know my name?”
“Kyou-chan knows everything!” Said the little boy and Hikaru was beginning to wonder why he was in a group of terrorists.
“Kyouya Ohtori. I heard Kaoru call you that and I simply looked you up a bit. After all, this group is a secret and if the wrong person finds us out, they may have to die and nobody really wants that, do they?” He was smiling but Hikaru felt no warmth from it. It was a threat.
Then a bunny doll was being pushed into his face.
“I’m Haninozuka Mitsukuni! Call me Hunny, ‘kay? This is Usa-chan! Over there’s Takashi!” A grunt from the giant. “There’s Haru-chan!”
The boy/girl smiled politely and waved. “Haruhi Fujioka.” And it sounded like a girl. Or a very feminine man.
“Girl.” Kaoru whispered and Hikaru looked over to Kaoru, who was wearing an amused grin. He was finding entertainment in all this confusion.
And then everybody was staring at them and Hikaru finally noticed that Kaoru still had a grasp on his hand and he roughly took it away. He frowned when he noticed it was sweaty. But Kaoru took his hand to get him a place to sit.
“Here! Since Tamaki is being an idiot more than usual, you can have his seat!” Kaoru said happily and Hikaru guessed Tamaki was always 'that idiot'. Obviously, it would upset the fool a lot and Hikaru grinned at the mischief in Kaoru’s eyes.
As soon as he sat down, the blonde moron came running in with tears in his eyes.
“An idiot? My seat? Such cruelty! Such horrid discourtesy! Such-”
“Take my seat. I have to get ready to go anyway.” Kyouya interrupted, getting up and swiftly making his way up the stairs.
Hikaru didn’t have a chance to ask because Haruhi had gotten up and gotten them their food and Hikaru was too hungry to care about Shadow Kings. Or to really care what he was eating.
“Slow down, you’ll get sick if you eat so fast.” Kaoru chastised, and Hikaru noted that they were like in another way: they had the same shine in their eyes that always made them look like they were up to something.
“Yeah, well,” Hikaru snapped, but then tried to soften his voice. “I haven’t eaten in a while. Anybody would be eating as fast as me.” But when he went back to eating, he ate slower. Kaoru did have a good point.
“Hikaru!” Tamaki began dramatically and Hikaru saw his chance coming. “You still must be very nervous! After all, you only arrived here, cold and hungry and wet!”
“Hungry, yeah. Cold, sure. But wet? How do you get wet in winter? You need to work on your speeches more.”
“Hikaru’s right. You should plan out your speeches better.” Kaoru continued and Hikaru knew they were partners in crime now.
“What?” the blonde gaped. “My speeches are-”
“Melodramatic?”
“Stupid?”
And then he was in a corner, moping, and Hikaru and Kaoru congratulated each other mentally.
“Get up and stop acting like that.” Haruhi muttered and then looked at Hikaru (ignoring Tamaki who was going into antics). “I’m guessing you two are twins.”
“Doppelgangers, Haruhi.” Kaoru corrected.
“It’s more likely he’s your twin than he is your doppelganger, Kaoru.” Kyouya said, who had finally come back down, dressed in all black with a hood on. Hikaru frowned. He looked scary. What was he about to do?
“Oh, you’re going now?” Kaoru asked to which Kyouya just nodded and waved a good bye to everybody. Hikaru noticed he had a mask in his hand.
“So where is he going?”
“On a mission.” Kaoru answered, finishing whatever they had just eaten because Hikaru still wasn’t completely sure what it was.
Hikaru wasn’t going to ask anymore but then Tamaki put his thoughts aloud.
“I bet you’re wondering what we do, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. All Kaoru told me was that you people aren’t really terrorists. Seriously, what the hell are you guys?”
Tamaki seemed to take on an air that he was about to put on a speech and obviously Haruhi was used to this because she pulled him away.
“I’ll tell you back up in my room.”
When Kaoru grabbed his hand again, he didn’t really fight about it because he noticed the way Hunny was looking at them and he had no real time to really think about anything else.
Kaoru was running up the stairs again and Hikaru was trying to stay caught up again.
At least it wasn’t boring.
When they got into the room, Kaoru wore the same smile he had before. It didn’t bother Hikaru because that smile looked good on Kaoru and oh wait. There he went again! But he didn’t feel like telling himself to stop complimenting Kaoru.
“I guess I didn’t really explain it well enough before. But basically, we do jobs nobody else wants to do.” Kaoru explained as he sat down, his back against the wall. “Or jobs people aren’t supposed to do.”
“So, you’re like assassins or something?” Hikaru asked, raising an eyebrow, confused as he sat down next to Kaoru. “Assassins don’t blow things up.”
“We don’t know what to call us. We just call ourselves terrorists because it shuts Tamaki up. But we aren’t terrorists and we’re not assassins.”
“What exactly do you do then?” Hikaru asked but then he frowned when he noticed he sat down on something hard and so he unconsciously moved, closer to Kaoru. “I know you blew something up.”
“Steal, blow things up, etc. You know. The common everyday illegal things.”
Murder.
It came to Hikaru’s mind automatically but he couldn’t imagine Kaoru killing anybody. No, he seemed too gentle, too nice. But then he had thought that before and Kaoru had turned out to be doing all those sort of things.
He asked. “Murder?”
Kaoru sighed and looked at him earnestly. “We do what we have to do for money. I mean, there’s nothing else we can do.”
Hikaru found himself annoyed at that. “I’m a freakin’ cab driver and you’re telling me there’s no other choice? I want money but I don’t go doing illegal things!”
He shook his head. “No, there isn’t, Hikaru. Besides we get a lot of money.” He laughed a little. “Do you hate me now?”
And the strange thing was, he didn’t. This guy had just told him he did all these horrifying things and Hikaru was surprised to find he still liked Kaoru. It was stupid, he thought. He should have demanded to be let go, thought of his job, but he didn’t.
“No.”
Maybe he was an even bigger idiot than that Tamaki, he thought.
“Hikaru, do you like your job?” Kaoru asked, and the smile wasn’t on his face anymore. But Hikaru knew he wasn’t smiling either.
“Of course, I don’t. But I need the money.”
“Exactly.”
Usually, he would have made some argument but he didn’t want to. Not with the way Kaoru looked. For some reason, even with his neutral face, he still looked nice. And Hikaru found it strange that he wasn’t making a big deal over the fact they looked so alike. The fact he was a hostage.
Hikaru was sure he should have been crying or something stupid like that. But no, all he could think of was that Kaoru looked nice. Even if they did look alike, Hikaru didn’t think he could ever look like that.
Then he saw it. Kaoru was luring him and Hikaru wasn’t all that shocked to find he was letting himself be lured right in. It was just too hard to try not to be.
They were friends, Hikaru knew that much and Hikaru had slept with people he had hardly known before. But they had all been female and hadn’t been on wanted posters.
Hikaru wasn’t gay. Had never wanted or ever felt the need to be with a man. But for some reason, he didn’t really care.
“You know, I think love is stupid. I think it’s fake.” He felt like he had to warn Kaoru, warn himself for whatever reason. “I never date.”
“I know that.” Kaoru said softly and Hikaru saw him lean in.
It was dumb. It was stupid. It was something completely out of a romance book but Hikaru stopped berating the situation as soon as Kaoru’s lips touched his.
It wasn’t long, it was just a brush of lips and Kaoru pulled away, as if trying to see if Hikaru liked it. He did.
Hikaru started the next kiss and this time, it was a real kiss. Not some stupid little peck, but a kiss that Hikaru was sure he would remember.
He never even heard Kaoru close the door.
Chapter 3