The Start
The Start
Privately, kaoru wonders when did all of this start. 'Was it when she showed up. He didn't think anything of it at first.At first, she was just a commoner then a toy to him. Someone's to tease and play with. And soon before he even realised it. She turned into his.. Freind.
There was absolutely no doubt that she was slowly but surely carving her way through their heart and lives. And he loved it.(Not romanticly of course. That's just gross). He loved her sarcastic remarks. Her bluntness. But what he loved the most about her.. was how different she was.
But as the saying goes. 'All good things must come to an end. ' And oh god did it happen.
Haruhi fujioka was killed by a manical fan who couldn't bear the thought of her crushes liking someone else. Those two crushes being Hikaru and Tamaki. When the found out about Haruhi's death. The knowledge broke them. When they found out how and why she died. It killed them.
Hikaru was to put it plainly. A wreck. He refused to let anyone but me close to him. He would either cry on my shoulder or scream bloody murder when someone tried to remove him from me. Everyone our parents, me and even the old and strict maid. That we thought was emotionless was worried.
Boss... he no longer had his happy go lucky personality. All that remained was a shell of himEven the news that me and kyouya had found his mother and that he would be able to reunite with her soon didn't cheer him up.'
Kaoru sighed out loud as he finished writing. He closed the journal an delicately placed the pen on top of it.
His father had given it to him, the journal that is. Two nights ago he had crept in and silently placed the journal and pen next to him and uttered the words " My sister was like you. She always put others first and herself second. Write your feelings down, mi hijo. If you can't feel like you can express them." he finished by placing a cahste kiss on his forehead before leaving.
To be honest. He was surprised his dad brought up his late sister at all. All knew is that he was named after her chosen Japanese name and according to his father was like her. Tired of thinking. Kaoru glances to his brother who is snuggled next to him. After crying himself to sleep once more. " If only I had a chance to redo it all.." kaoru thought out loud.
Unbeknownst, to him a bright light shone in the room. Before everything faded to darkness.