Twin Devils

The Sound of a Broken Heart

Twin Devils

 

Chapter 15

 

(Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING)

(A/N: I bet some of you probably guessed Hikaru’s girlfriend lol. I don’t know. I am pretty good at plot twists. It could be ANYBODY

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            The last few weeks had been unbelievably tough. I was absolutely positive that Kaoru was sick of the sludge they served at this hospital, because I knew I could hardly stomach the browning tripe to save my life. Like come on people. You want these people to get better, correct? Not die from food poisoning because they were forced to choke down that bland sludge. It would waft down the halls and seep into your clothing like a bad disease whether you wanted it to or not. And it would most likely be haunting my dreams for many moons to come.

            Not only that, his room was horrible. It stank like medicine and sickness, from years and years of patients laid motionless on pristine beds while antiseptics and machines kept them alive. His tv in the room was tiny and barely buzzed to life when it was turned on. Even after it began to operate, it would half thrum on some Mexican game show or some soap operas that were in some strange Bulgarian language. After I had complained several times to the front desk, they sent someone in and had a new television installed. Still. I wanted my Kaoru at his house so he could watch his favorite tv shows at his own house. And his bed was way too slow when it moved, creaking and groaning in small ways as he moved it, the machine almost growling. Honestly, everything in this room made me angry. The furniture, the tacky wallpaper, the buzzing computers. The fact that Kaoru was in it, mainly. I hated that. I hated it so much that one of my twins was hurting. And because he was hurting, the other was grieving, so they both were hurting. And that was hurting me to watch them hurt for each other.

            In all honestly, I was getting sick of everything in this cursed building. The halls which held so much pain as if the walls contained the screams of every patient that had ever graced the hospital. Every doctor that I saw striding up the halls with their white coats flapping in the wind like a cape of sorts, they had to spend their sleepless nights handling with half dead patients, and they looked half dead themselves. They flew around the halls like heroes, saving this addict or curing this sickness. All the patients, who roamed the halls like zombies, shuffling around in their slippers and gowns like a hoard of coordinated death hazards. The constant hum of machines, pumping, whirring, or beeping that creating hundreds of artificial humans a day. The cold and hard antiseptics that sludged and seeped through the tubes of IV’s in every room on every floor, in each building. I wanted my Kaoru out of this place.

            And as if that was enough, something else unforgiveable had happened to me. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it. Not because of the act itself, but the act that the act is having me commit. I feel horrible just thinking about it. I… I may have fallen in love with Hikaru. I feel horrible about it. First of all, it’s only been a short time since the break up between me and Kaoru, and he hasn’t even gotten any other women to look at! I’ve been stuck with his stubborn, hot headed, attractive, usually shirtless, incredibly adorable, great smile, cute laugh, sarcastic twin brother and I’ve really enjoyed our time together. Really enjoyed our time. Every time we were accidentally too close, or he’d cook me dinner, or he’d hold me during a storm, or how I held him until he slept for the first time since the incident… I’m getting all flustered just thinking about him, stop that already! I huffed, trying to shake the thought of that stupid goof ball out of my head. And second of all, he has a girlfriend! One of which he’s completely head over heels with.