Theme 35 - Hats
Title: Climbing The Walls
Theme: 35- Hats
Characters: Hikaru/Kaoru Hitachiin
Summary: A simple article of clothing send the twins into realizing a world of differences.
Rating: PG (for kissing purposes)
They looked at each other, then tilted their heads so that it was just like a mirror's reflection.
The Host Club stared in question of the twins' antics just a small distance away.
"I don't know what it is." Hikaru stated, a hint of frustration in laced in his voice.
Kaoru furrowed his brow, only slightly, so no one could actually tell he had, save for the other side of the mirror. "I can't put my finger on it." he sighed admittingly.
"Maybe it's out parts?" The elder suggested. He parted his hair like Kaoru's, but it still looked different.
"Perhaps it's the angle?" supplied the younger, but no matter how they adjusted it, it just didn't look the same.
The twins hung their heads, resting against the other's forehead.
"How come you always wear hats better than I do?" the asked each other.
The question hung in the air like a feather. No one spoke or moved until it had journeyed from the high-top ceiling to the polsihed hardwood floor.
"Oh well!" the twins chimed in unison. Smiles spread across their faces, eyes falsely portraying said smile before exiting the Third Music Room with an enthusiastic farewell to the rest of the club's members.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
"Hikaru?" His name was whispered so quietly the elder wasn't sure he had heard it until he felt the warmth of his brother's breath on his cheek. He turned his head scarcely, meeting eyes that didn't seem identical to him, but a face so familiar and the same nonetheless.
"Kaoru." he acknowledged meekly. He shifted when fingers intertwined with his own, and let those sad eyes close as their owner rested his head the other's shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, simply listening to the sound of the other breathing, always as one, never one beat off.
Then, "You breathe heavier than I when you're thinking." Kaoru noted softly.
"You facial features are softer than mine." he tossed back.
Kaoru gave him a small smile. "You're less articulate than I when you're angry."
Hikaru grunted. "Kaoru?"
"Hmm?" the other picked his head up from his brother's shoulder? "What's wrong?"
Silence, for a moment. Hikaru searched for words, but they never came. He didn't want to admit how different they really were, and he never would, no matter how much he loved them. Because it was somehting that he didn't have, but Kaoru did, and anything that Kaoru had was worth loving for everything it was worth and thensome.
They turned to face each other, foreheads resting against the other, just like before. Hikaru didn't have to say what he was thinking, because Kaoru knew. He always knew.
"You wear hats better than I do." Hikaru stated. He pulled on the tip of the green plaid messanger cap loaned to them by Kyouya, effectively pulling it over Kaoru's eyes with a triumphant smirk.
The younger whined, then removed the cap altogether, placing it on Hikaru's head. "No, dear brother, you wear hats better than I." Gently, Kaoru leaned forward and hovered just over the same lips that belonged to him.
"Kaoru." the name was barely out before the lips crashed together, molding as one, syncing, and feeding off the other to breathe.
Hikaru didn't care how different they were, because to him, if they weren't so dissimilar, he wouldn't love Kaoru.
And he never, ever, wanted to not love him.
He placed the hat back on Kaoru's head after pulling apart.
After a short argument and a series of kisses later, they agreed to disagree about who looked better in hats.
Though Hikaru silently still thought Kaoru looked better.
Theme: 35- Hats
Characters: Hikaru/Kaoru Hitachiin
Summary: A simple article of clothing send the twins into realizing a world of differences.
Rating: PG (for kissing purposes)
They looked at each other, then tilted their heads so that it was just like a mirror's reflection.
The Host Club stared in question of the twins' antics just a small distance away.
"I don't know what it is." Hikaru stated, a hint of frustration in laced in his voice.
Kaoru furrowed his brow, only slightly, so no one could actually tell he had, save for the other side of the mirror. "I can't put my finger on it." he sighed admittingly.
"Maybe it's out parts?" The elder suggested. He parted his hair like Kaoru's, but it still looked different.
"Perhaps it's the angle?" supplied the younger, but no matter how they adjusted it, it just didn't look the same.
The twins hung their heads, resting against the other's forehead.
"How come you always wear hats better than I do?" the asked each other.
The question hung in the air like a feather. No one spoke or moved until it had journeyed from the high-top ceiling to the polsihed hardwood floor.
"Oh well!" the twins chimed in unison. Smiles spread across their faces, eyes falsely portraying said smile before exiting the Third Music Room with an enthusiastic farewell to the rest of the club's members.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
"Hikaru?" His name was whispered so quietly the elder wasn't sure he had heard it until he felt the warmth of his brother's breath on his cheek. He turned his head scarcely, meeting eyes that didn't seem identical to him, but a face so familiar and the same nonetheless.
"Kaoru." he acknowledged meekly. He shifted when fingers intertwined with his own, and let those sad eyes close as their owner rested his head the other's shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, simply listening to the sound of the other breathing, always as one, never one beat off.
Then, "You breathe heavier than I when you're thinking." Kaoru noted softly.
"You facial features are softer than mine." he tossed back.
Kaoru gave him a small smile. "You're less articulate than I when you're angry."
Hikaru grunted. "Kaoru?"
"Hmm?" the other picked his head up from his brother's shoulder? "What's wrong?"
Silence, for a moment. Hikaru searched for words, but they never came. He didn't want to admit how different they really were, and he never would, no matter how much he loved them. Because it was somehting that he didn't have, but Kaoru did, and anything that Kaoru had was worth loving for everything it was worth and thensome.
They turned to face each other, foreheads resting against the other, just like before. Hikaru didn't have to say what he was thinking, because Kaoru knew. He always knew.
"You wear hats better than I do." Hikaru stated. He pulled on the tip of the green plaid messanger cap loaned to them by Kyouya, effectively pulling it over Kaoru's eyes with a triumphant smirk.
The younger whined, then removed the cap altogether, placing it on Hikaru's head. "No, dear brother, you wear hats better than I." Gently, Kaoru leaned forward and hovered just over the same lips that belonged to him.
"Kaoru." the name was barely out before the lips crashed together, molding as one, syncing, and feeding off the other to breathe.
Hikaru didn't care how different they were, because to him, if they weren't so dissimilar, he wouldn't love Kaoru.
And he never, ever, wanted to not love him.
He placed the hat back on Kaoru's head after pulling apart.
After a short argument and a series of kisses later, they agreed to disagree about who looked better in hats.
Though Hikaru silently still thought Kaoru looked better.