Twin Devils

Oblivion

Twin Devils

 

Filler Chapter

 

(A/N: Hey guys.

So I just had surgery about a week ago I think. It wasn’t anything major but I was in the hospital for a long time after my gallbladder was taken out, and it’s taken me a little to get back on track.

Plus I just started highschool, and I was very disappointed to learn that we don’t have a host club!

But I shall write this little fluffy chapter for you guys so you won’t have to wait so long. Hopefully this can tie you over.)

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

            It had been a few weeks of our relationship, and I had realized a few things. Being with Hikaru was like breathing air. It came to me simply now, like an everyday task, and I didn’t even have to think about loving him. And it was also a necessity, like if I didn’t get to see him, or speak with him, to feel his presence beside me, then I would ache until I could see him again, like a bad craving.

            The next thing that I learned was that he was addictive. Hikaru Hitachiin was my drug. His body was like alcohol, his touch like cocaine, and his lips were like nicotine… Each day, I craved more, like a junkie who can’t be satisfied without their fix, and I needed Hikaru in my life. It was that simple.

            Another thing I realized was that now that my father was back in town, it meant that Hikaru and I wouldn’t be living under separate roofs, and that is really depressing. It means we won’t be able to see each other all the time, or just visit each other down the hall. My father being back also meant that he was supervising at all times, making sure that Hikaru and I weren’t too close, or that we didn’t kiss too much, or that no funny business was happening.

            Even right now, as Hikaru and I were resting against each other on the couch, just watching a movie, my father just busted out into the room overflowing with popcorn and had forced his way between us. I knew he was just being protective, but it was extremely difficult to not be at Hikaru’s side during the alone time that we were allotted. Yuzuha and Mr. Hitachiin were delighted at our relationship (even if they didn’t have much of one themselves) and they would always find ways to hide us from “Raving Ranka” so that we could have some time together. I always felt bad about leaning too close to Hikaru when his parents were around. To touch his hand softly or to press a tender kiss to his cheek. When they thought no one was looking, they would drift apart, eyes distant from each like they wished to be apart, their hands would be rigid against each other, and their bodies would have an insurmountable gap between them. It was almost heartbreaking. Heartbreaking to know that they were splitting up. That their marriage was crumbling. So out of respect, I always tried to wait until we weren’t in their sight for me to kiss Hikaru or to burrow into his warmth.

            As we watched the movie now, with my chittering red haired father between us, Hikaru stretched his arm out across the back of the couch slyly so that we could intertwine our fingers. I felt myself smile at his touch, automatically at ease with his thumb stroking over mine. This right here felt like home. His touch, his sneaky wink, his impish grin. All it was so comforting and familiar to me. So much so that I just wanted to revel in it.

            I closed my eyes, just focusing on everything Hikaru. His touch, his fragrance, and the way his presence soothed me. And before I even knew it, the movie was over and the ending credits were rolling down the screen. My eyes snapped open and looked at the two men beside me.