Hi everyone I thought I would share my latest Ouran twincest with you all. This fic is basically based on the Ouran manga, which I have basically turned on it's head and messed around to suit my desires, mainly to give us all twincest. This is going to eventually be rated M, but this chapter is rated PG. I am trying to get writing again, I have been so bad ignoring my fanfics and well wanted to squeeze writing for fun into my hetic Univeristiy squedule. So I am going to try and update once a week, but please be patient if I fall behind. Anyways I warn you all this has not been Beta read so watch out for horrid spelling, puncation and possibly grammer erros.
This fic can also be found in Fanfic.net, but I wanted to post here, cus it feels like this fandome is wiltering away, I want to bring it back to life. Wicked.
Anyways here's the story:
IT WAS ALWAYS HIM:
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
SPOILERS: for chapters 52 and 53 of the Ouran Manga. Though I messed with what happened for the sakes of the story.
Warning: TWINCEST/YAOI/ Eventual LEMON, Pairings one-sided H/H, K/H, TWINCEST. PS. Haruhi might be a little out of character but I have never written her well so please forgive me.
What’s not Hikaru is Kaoru, and what’s not Kaoru is Hikaru. *
We lived for each other and no one else. For our entire lives it has been our world and not our world, but within a matter of seconds our world shattered and no matter how much I wanted I could not put it back together because our world no longer existed. It was all because of a girl, the single introducer to our sanctuary. Although we are two separate and unique individuals, we are also the same. So identical that we both fell in love with her. But even that belief is a lie, a mere shadow of the truth, the reality that I could not bare myself to believe, and the undeniable realization that it was never her. No it was never Haruhi, It was always him, and it was always Kaoru.
Hikaru stood there a strange expression staining his perfect features. His heart was pounding. His mind reeling, he could not believe what he was seeing. Haruhi and Kaoru, Kaoru and Haruhi. The image of them together haunted his mind, Kaoru holding her face gently in his hands, Haruhi’s head titled forward until their lips met. It was just so wrong. Yet no matter how much he tried to deny, to destroy the notion that kept playing over and over again in his mind. He just couldn’t. He didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to accept it, but the proof was staring at him, tormenting him and so Hikaru did the only logical thing he could, he ran. Never taking a second to ponder the small insignificant notion, that what was hurting him wasn’t the fact that Haruhi was kissing him back. No, what hurt the most was the harsh realization that Kaoru had chosen an outsider, even if it was Haruhi, over his twin, for once in his life someone other then Hikaru was more important to his brother. And that stung, it killed, because no matter what way he looked at it, Hikaru realized that Kaoru had finally gone and done it, he had finally left Hikaru all alone, a solitude shadow in the shattered remains of their world, and for that Hikaru would never forgive him.
Kaoru pulled away from Haruhi’s warm embrace, the essence of her kiss still lingering on his lips. He sighed as he looked in the direction that Hikaru had ran, he bit down on his bottom lip, before returning his gaze back to Haruhi’s worried one.
“Your amazing…” He began.
“But,” Haruhi said in a calm voice, clenching her shaking hands in her lap.
Karou took a deep breath, His eyes left Haruhi’s warm brown ones, and fell back to the spot he knew his brother had stood, “ You know even if it meant he hated me, even if it meant he would never speak to me again, I just want to see him smile, I just want him to be okay, to be happy. No matter what it costs me.”
“So this is about Hikaru.”
Kaoru shot her a sheepish look before continuing, “ He means more to me then anyone,” he paused as he heard her sharp intake of breath and shot her a worried glance, “ I care for you Haruhi, I really do, I could possibly even love you, but I… I am sorry he just means more… more then he should, more then I want, but I just…No matter how much I try not to, the truth is… that I love him.”
Kaoru wasn’t pre-pared for what would happen next, sure he thought she would be upset, that she might actually cry, but the blow that struck him on the side of the face was totally unsuspected. He slid the fingers of his left hand against his stinging cheek as she glared at him, anger blazing in her eyes.
“So then what was today all about, the date, the kiss, your confession, Tell me Karou do you enjoy playing with other’s emotions.”
He shook his head, “Of course not, I just wanted Hikaru to realize, I just wanted him to see what you meant to him and this...” He stopped, taking a minute to collect his thoughts, “ this was the only way I could think of.”
Haruhi’s voice was soft with a hint of sadness, “ I understand.”
Relieved he moved towards her, putting his arms around her, pulling her into his a tight hug, “So are we okay?” He looked up at her, a pleading look haunting his golden eyes.
Haruhi smiled, and gave Karou a little extra squeeze before pulling away, “Friends always.”
Kaoru reached over and ruffled her brown locks, “I am glad, but um you know about Hikaru…”
A sad glint filled Haruhi’s eyes, “ I think I love him the same way you love me,” She looked in the direction Karou’s eyes were currently searching, assuming that it was the direction Hikaru had run off.
Karou voice was soft, almost broken, “I see,” He reached down and clutched her right hand into his left one, “are you sure?”
“I will never see him the way you both want me too.”
A single tear slid down Karou’s face he dropped Haruhi’s hand and absentmindly wiped it away, “ Then he’ll never forgive me.”
“I am sorry,” Haruhi said softly.
Kaoru pulled himself from the bench, “See you around,” he said softly before heading in the same direction Hikaru had.