Twin Devils

Without You

Twin Devils

 

Chapter 14

(DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING)

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            For hours, we sat in that waiting room, hours spent doing nothing but sitting and crying. I don’t know how many minutes I spent there, just holding Hikaru’s trembling shoulders. His body was wracked with sobs, his form a sniveling mess in my arms and I just held him, ready to be whatever he needed me to be. I brushed my hand through his damp hair, combing my fingers through the locks as I held them. His hair was so much like Kaoru’s: thick and soft, like the cutest of kittens and I was so amazed that the twins could be so much alike down to every last detail.

            I hated seeing my twins in pain. One of them, my boyfriend in fact, was unconscious in a hospital bed, machines whirring around him and pumping medicine into his veins. The other, my best friend, was lying in my lap, arms flung haphazardly around my waist like a second force of nature, crying softly into the crook of my neck and mumbling his brother’s name over and over again like some sort of chant. I hated seeing the twins in pain. It made me hurt. The type of pain wasn’t any form of physical pain that could be seen with the naked eye, or any laceration to be observed by a microscope, or even an infliction that could be examined with some type of a X-ray. No. This pain was the type that you felt deep within your heart, in the part that’s most tender, past the sections categorized for simple things like breathing and pumping blood, and onto the part that is built for feeling love. And for feeling pain. Seeing them like this hurts. And it hurts me right there.

            “Haruhi,” Hikaru whispered, voice crackling when he spoke, throat thick with tears. He looked up at me, lifting his head from my neck, eyes all red and puffy from his tear filled hours with me.

“Yes?” I asked softly, feeling like if I spoke any louder our little barrier of silence would shatter. I twirled a strand of his hair, allowing the tuft to rustle between my fingers.

He sat up a little, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against my temple, his hair tickling on my skin as he stayed like that. At the same time, he tightened his arms around me, intent on holding me close against him for the time being. “Thank you,” He said softly, and when he spoke, the words ghosted across my skin.

I almost shivered, then nodded, turning as I tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, and our lips accidentally brushed on my way. Neither of us cared at the moment, and I spoke gently against his cheek, “You’re welcome.”

After minutes of sitting out in the waiting room, the rest of the Host Club arrived. They rushed in, all of them with worried looks and tense bodies. Hikaru had laid his head on my chest, too tired to even glance at them when they walked in, morphed into my side basically. Seeing our close proximity, Tamaki almost went off, but I don’t know what stopped him: Hikaru’s broken spirit, or Kyoya’s hand yanking the collar of his shirt back. I gave a nod up at all of them, “Thank you all for coming here. It means a lot to them.”

“Of course,” Tamaki said, seating himself beside me. “You’re all our family. And whenever someone messes with our family, we are sure to be there for them.”

Kyoya tilted his head to the side, sliding his glasses into place, “Though I’d prefer it to be ‘whenever someone messes with our family, that person will have to pay for it dearly.’”