Inseparable (A Hikaru and Kaoru fanfic)

Chapter 1: The sadness of Goodbye

This isn't written by me nor am i taking any credit for it. Every word is by An awesome dude who gave me permission to post this. I hope you all enjoy!

Hikaru sat in his living room, a ginormous room filled with comfy couches and a huge TV. He could hear the faint bustling and shouting from upstairs, where his twin was packing his belongings. Some part of him, deep down inside, hidden by his pride, felt as though he should go up and apologize, maybe changing Kaoru's mind about leaving. But he couldn't. Translation: He wouldn't. He was mad. Very mad. He repeated it in his head over and over, hoping that he would believe it. Hikaru honestly didn't know what to think or feel. So he sat, perfectly still, a permanent scowl on his face and felt nothing. Or tried to. The two of them had never really fought, not like this. Perhaps a few arguments here and there, as siblings should, but never a fight. Hikaru could remember the fight vividly, no matter what he did to take his mind off it. It had been at the Host club, while trying I find ideas for a theme they could use for their next party. A comment from Kyouya. A smirk. An insult. A scowl. A fist. Shouting. A kick. A bloody nose. More shouting. Then 2 words. 2 words that had killed a piece of Hikaru's heart. 2 words he'd never thought he'd ever hear either of them saying, at least not soon. "I'm leaving!" Hikaru's thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise, the sound of a suitcase hitting the steps on the way down. Kaoru's voice broke through the silence. "I'm ready." Hikaru cringed. Not yet. Not now. A few more minutes to make this right... But he knew time was out for him. For them. "Don't you want to say goodbye to Hikaru before you go, Kaoru? He'll miss you." A deadly silence rang through the air, and Hikaru secretly wanted Kaoru to say yes, to turn towards his brother and hug, to make this all right again. But he answered with a cold tone. "No." Hikaru felt as though he'd been shot through the heart. A deep, sickening pain in his chest, the definition of a heartache. His mask of ignorance camouflaged his feelings. Good, he thought. I don't want to say goodbye to him anyways. Of course he was lying. He tuned the world out as he thundered upstairs, knowing Kaoru and their mother was behind, staring straight through him, but didn't stop, not until he was in his room, the door slammed shut, and he was whimpering and sobbing into his pillow as he heard the front doors close and finally felt the terrifying absence of his twin brother seep in.