Drabble C: Crash
Title: Crash
Rating: T
Genre: Angst / Family
Cu/Au: Au
Pairings or Characters: Hikaru, Kaoru
Warnings: I've been listening to sad songs again...
Summary: Anyone can survive an accident, as long as they think they can.
Hikaru had been the luckiest of the three, surviving with cuts and mild whiplash which came from the limo striking a lorry in front.
Had it not been for Hikaru’s quick thinking, the ambulance may have been too late to save the driver, who would never drive a limo or walk without help.
The second survivor - luckier, though not by much - had been the younger twin, Kaoru.
When the surgeons announced that the operation would succeed, the Hitachiins bowed with thin-lipped assent - anything to ease the pain of their son.
The surgeons went ahead, and pushing Kaoru’s gurney, saw the strangest of sights: a crying teen wishing himself the best of luck and squeezing his clone tightly by the hand.
After weeks of intensive care, then a tentative transfer to a private ward offered by Mr Ootori, Kaoru began to recover and behave almost like the old Kaoru did.
‘We’re still the same,’ Hikaru kept insisting, tireless in his wish to console.
If the obsession Kaoru displayed with the mirror had ever alarmed him, Hikaru was strong enough to keep it to himself.
Kaoru only did this when there was no one else in the room.
***
Having beaten his twin for what seemed like forever, it came as a shock that he was now behind and could barely scrape the top twenty in his own class, let alone the whole school.
Losing his looks, losing his mind... it was all too much for Kaoru to handle.
He stayed at home - requested home-schooling - to hide the shame that he always felt.
Although his brain appeared to improve, returning to a level it once had prior to the accident, the fact that he was not the same could not be shaken from Kaoru.
One by one, all the lights within Kaoru slowly went out.
The face shut its door.
And the eyes closed their windows.
And the mouth only spoke if the sentence was perfect.
In a rare and final temper, Hikaru grabbed his twin by the shoulders, rattling the fragments only the smallest of Russian dolls could hear within.
Until Kaoru could start to believe that nothing was wrong with him, that he could resume the same song that he had played with Hikaru all of his life, then no amount of shouting and shaking would spill the real Kaoru out.
He had not been that lucky compared to his brother.
He did not care about the driver and his legs.
What Kaoru cared about was his new identity.
The fact that he was no longer himself.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst / Family
Cu/Au: Au
Pairings or Characters: Hikaru, Kaoru
Warnings: I've been listening to sad songs again...
Summary: Anyone can survive an accident, as long as they think they can.
Hikaru had been the luckiest of the three, surviving with cuts and mild whiplash which came from the limo striking a lorry in front.
Had it not been for Hikaru’s quick thinking, the ambulance may have been too late to save the driver, who would never drive a limo or walk without help.
The second survivor - luckier, though not by much - had been the younger twin, Kaoru.
When the surgeons announced that the operation would succeed, the Hitachiins bowed with thin-lipped assent - anything to ease the pain of their son.
The surgeons went ahead, and pushing Kaoru’s gurney, saw the strangest of sights: a crying teen wishing himself the best of luck and squeezing his clone tightly by the hand.
After weeks of intensive care, then a tentative transfer to a private ward offered by Mr Ootori, Kaoru began to recover and behave almost like the old Kaoru did.
‘We’re still the same,’ Hikaru kept insisting, tireless in his wish to console.
If the obsession Kaoru displayed with the mirror had ever alarmed him, Hikaru was strong enough to keep it to himself.
Kaoru only did this when there was no one else in the room.
***
Having beaten his twin for what seemed like forever, it came as a shock that he was now behind and could barely scrape the top twenty in his own class, let alone the whole school.
Losing his looks, losing his mind... it was all too much for Kaoru to handle.
He stayed at home - requested home-schooling - to hide the shame that he always felt.
Although his brain appeared to improve, returning to a level it once had prior to the accident, the fact that he was not the same could not be shaken from Kaoru.
One by one, all the lights within Kaoru slowly went out.
The face shut its door.
And the eyes closed their windows.
And the mouth only spoke if the sentence was perfect.
In a rare and final temper, Hikaru grabbed his twin by the shoulders, rattling the fragments only the smallest of Russian dolls could hear within.
Until Kaoru could start to believe that nothing was wrong with him, that he could resume the same song that he had played with Hikaru all of his life, then no amount of shouting and shaking would spill the real Kaoru out.
He had not been that lucky compared to his brother.
He did not care about the driver and his legs.
What Kaoru cared about was his new identity.
The fact that he was no longer himself.