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*runs awaaaaay*
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Hikaru maintains, when pressed, that it's all their mother's fault. She came up with the hair-parting idea, and then she forgot which of them was left and which was right and for a whole month they had no point of reference for their identites. It's very odd to not know who you are at such a young age, Hikaru says, adopting a tragic pose. Showing off for the girls.
Kaoru smiles and quietly takes his brother's hand and feels the patterns of their fingertips, which are distinct. They've always known. They've never been confused.
This, perhaps, makes the reality of their situation all the more strange.
Their language stopped being verbal a very long time ago: this way, says the brush of Hikaru's thumb, and Kaoru takes the cue and they saunter over to the nearest table, their strides in perfect synch and their heads bent close as though sharing a secret. Someone asks them a question and their answer is a familiar blended tone with sharp edges. Kaoru's voice is oddly empty without his brother's, overlaid, overplayed. It is always a bit of a surprise to hear himself speak. Sheer surfaces will swallow him up. (He avoids mirrors.)
Kaoru frowns and nicks his finger on a rose thorn and the girls perk up visibly, their eyes swivelling hungrily between the two of them. He wonders idly if they handed him that rose on purpose. Hikaru's lips are gentle and Kaoru makes sure to blush properly and run the wound across his brother's mouth, leaving a trail of blood.
Here, Haruhi, and Hikaru is tossing the rose across to her. She doesn't hurt herself. She just shrugs and lays it down next to her teacup and adjusts her tie, stammering a little at the obvious flirtation of the girls on the other side of the table. Angling for the rose themselves. We're leaving, says Kaoru's hand against Hikaru's jaw, and bathroom under his breath, and they excuse themselves in perfect unison.
Alone for once, Kaoru looks into the mirror and sees a tall boy with hair parted on the right and says: it's just us, little brother, it's always been us.
The voice is wrong, but it's almost enough to convince him.
ryokophoenix*runs awaaaaay*
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Hikaru maintains, when pressed, that it's all their mother's fault. She came up with the hair-parting idea, and then she forgot which of them was left and which was right and for a whole month they had no point of reference for their identites. It's very odd to not know who you are at such a young age, Hikaru says, adopting a tragic pose. Showing off for the girls.
Kaoru smiles and quietly takes his brother's hand and feels the patterns of their fingertips, which are distinct. They've always known. They've never been confused.
This, perhaps, makes the reality of their situation all the more strange.
Their language stopped being verbal a very long time ago: this way, says the brush of Hikaru's thumb, and Kaoru takes the cue and they saunter over to the nearest table, their strides in perfect synch and their heads bent close as though sharing a secret. Someone asks them a question and their answer is a familiar blended tone with sharp edges. Kaoru's voice is oddly empty without his brother's, overlaid, overplayed. It is always a bit of a surprise to hear himself speak. Sheer surfaces will swallow him up. (He avoids mirrors.)
Kaoru frowns and nicks his finger on a rose thorn and the girls perk up visibly, their eyes swivelling hungrily between the two of them. He wonders idly if they handed him that rose on purpose. Hikaru's lips are gentle and Kaoru makes sure to blush properly and run the wound across his brother's mouth, leaving a trail of blood.
Here, Haruhi, and Hikaru is tossing the rose across to her. She doesn't hurt herself. She just shrugs and lays it down next to her teacup and adjusts her tie, stammering a little at the obvious flirtation of the girls on the other side of the table. Angling for the rose themselves. We're leaving, says Kaoru's hand against Hikaru's jaw, and bathroom under his breath, and they excuse themselves in perfect unison.
Alone for once, Kaoru looks into the mirror and sees a tall boy with hair parted on the right and says: it's just us, little brother, it's always been us.
The voice is wrong, but it's almost enough to convince him.
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I FREAKING LOVE YOU.
How did you manage that?! It is perfect. ;_; I think you managed to fit more or less EVERYTHING I mentioned about them...And ofmg Kaoru. *huggles him hard*
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*goes to watch Ep.6*
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;D
I await patiently! *luffs*
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:D?
I DON'T KNOW. THEY'RE SO FUCKED UP. AND OF COURSE SOME OF IT'S JUST FOR SHOW BUT REALLY, SOME OF IT IS TOTALLY GENUINE. AND YOU KNOW I LOVE EXPLORING SHIT LIKE THAT.
*writes stupidly long backstory*
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Yes! Completely! It might benefit you to know that Kaoru is actually the dominant twin in private.