Fanfic - Narcissist [Ouran High Host Club: Hikaru/Kaoru *blinkandyou'llmissit*]
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As the title says: Blink and you'll miss it. No names, not much description. It's actually fairly applicable to any generic set of twins you'll get [provided they have reddish hair. Fred and George, maybe]. It could even be an original piece. But Ouran High and the Hitachiins were what I had in mind when I wrote this, and though it went in a completely different direction from what I had in mind, I thought I might as well post it up as an Ouran High fic. Because, you know... that was what it was supposed to be. And it could still be. And I'm confusing myself, so I'll shut up now.
Fandom: Ouran High Host Club
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: PG
Warnings: Meh. Confusing. Don't tell me it's not specific enough to be a proper fanfic for the twins. I know. T_T
Narcissist
He wonders, sometimes, if he isn’t a bit of a narcissist.
It’s there in the moments when he thinks that the smooth line of neck is really quite attractive. When he catches a glimpse of red hair in the mirror and his breath quickens. When he notices the flashing golden eyes and thinks that the emotion is them is breathtaking.
He looks at his own face and thinks it to be unbearably attractive. He has fallen in love with his image, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But no one must know, of course. He can imagine what they’ll say. In love with yourself? How could you? - and the disgust, the fear, the pained looks from his parents - Where did we go wrong?
He wonders, sometimes, if his image is also a narcissist.
He doesn’t think so. He may have fallen in love with a reflection of himself, but that doesn’t mean the reflection has to love him back. No, his image will be content with a lovely young girl of his own, walking off with her into a mirrored sunset, and he will watch as his reflection grows smaller and smaller and eventually dwindles away into nothing.
He hates feeling this way, and yet he wouldn’t change it. It’s not any different, he tells himself, than being in love with a girl who loves someone else, and people get through that sort of thing all the time. But they’re not in love with themselves, now are they?, the traitorous voice in his head and he can’t sleep for fear of the dreams that will come.
Out of the mirror now, a gentle hand reaching, caressing, and he wishes it meant more than it did. Is he - (I’m not all right.) He’s fine, there’s no need to worry. (Look at me the way I look at you.)
He’s fallen so far and deeply in love he’s scared of himself.
Then the blinding glow of orange and red - his hair, his eyes, his light and fire - and he has to look away, to the sight of himself walking away with the girl.
He ought to be pleased. The hero always gets the girl, and as the hero in this sad comedy, this tale of romance and -
Waking up again, choking tears in the pillow. Things will never change. Things will never change.
The next morning, he makes sure that he’s presentable before he moves to his mirror.
~fin
No, I don't like. But I would like constructive criticism. I don't think I'm cut out for experimental writing. This is really the product of lying awake two nights wondering how one of the Hitachiins would feel being in love with his twin, who doesn't reciprocate, probably doesn't have a clue...
poco-a-poco.deviantart.com - new doujin circle I'm in. Check it out! [and comment!]
As the title says: Blink and you'll miss it. No names, not much description. It's actually fairly applicable to any generic set of twins you'll get [provided they have reddish hair. Fred and George, maybe]. It could even be an original piece. But Ouran High and the Hitachiins were what I had in mind when I wrote this, and though it went in a completely different direction from what I had in mind, I thought I might as well post it up as an Ouran High fic. Because, you know... that was what it was supposed to be. And it could still be. And I'm confusing myself, so I'll shut up now.
Fandom: Ouran High Host Club
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: PG
Warnings: Meh. Confusing. Don't tell me it's not specific enough to be a proper fanfic for the twins. I know. T_T
Narcissist
He wonders, sometimes, if he isn’t a bit of a narcissist.
It’s there in the moments when he thinks that the smooth line of neck is really quite attractive. When he catches a glimpse of red hair in the mirror and his breath quickens. When he notices the flashing golden eyes and thinks that the emotion is them is breathtaking.
He looks at his own face and thinks it to be unbearably attractive. He has fallen in love with his image, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But no one must know, of course. He can imagine what they’ll say. In love with yourself? How could you? - and the disgust, the fear, the pained looks from his parents - Where did we go wrong?
He wonders, sometimes, if his image is also a narcissist.
He doesn’t think so. He may have fallen in love with a reflection of himself, but that doesn’t mean the reflection has to love him back. No, his image will be content with a lovely young girl of his own, walking off with her into a mirrored sunset, and he will watch as his reflection grows smaller and smaller and eventually dwindles away into nothing.
He hates feeling this way, and yet he wouldn’t change it. It’s not any different, he tells himself, than being in love with a girl who loves someone else, and people get through that sort of thing all the time. But they’re not in love with themselves, now are they?, the traitorous voice in his head and he can’t sleep for fear of the dreams that will come.
Out of the mirror now, a gentle hand reaching, caressing, and he wishes it meant more than it did. Is he - (I’m not all right.) He’s fine, there’s no need to worry. (Look at me the way I look at you.)
He’s fallen so far and deeply in love he’s scared of himself.
Then the blinding glow of orange and red - his hair, his eyes, his light and fire - and he has to look away, to the sight of himself walking away with the girl.
He ought to be pleased. The hero always gets the girl, and as the hero in this sad comedy, this tale of romance and -
Waking up again, choking tears in the pillow. Things will never change. Things will never change.
The next morning, he makes sure that he’s presentable before he moves to his mirror.
~fin
No, I don't like. But I would like constructive criticism. I don't think I'm cut out for experimental writing. This is really the product of lying awake two nights wondering how one of the Hitachiins would feel being in love with his twin, who doesn't reciprocate, probably doesn't have a clue...