//lost:moonlit:musings;; |drabble|

There were places, secrets, and reasons that nobody knew of hidden between the mysterious Hitachiin brothers. The bond held there was stronger than it had ever been between any two other siblings; twins both alike in strength, dignity and pride - there was nothing that could separate them.

He was the stronger one; the self assured one. The most self reliant of the two, the most outwardly blunt and inwardly selfish; the impetuous one, the patient one --- the fervent one. He was the base that kept his brother stable and afloat in the midst of the water that threatened to swallow and drown them out. He was the one supposed to be pushing for independence, the one whose selfishness kept him chained to this life and clinging onto each moment like a puppy threatened with abandonment. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t right - his world had been stolen right from under his fingertips and there was nothing Kaoru could do at the risk of shattering the fragile bones that had replaced the strong knots between himself and Hikaru. Left behind were the stringy remains of the wedge that had left behind glass charts -- only a skeleton of the past.

Everything around him seemed the same: each smile, each glance, each careful caress. But Kaoru wasn’t stupid and he knew things were changing. A third force had lodged its way between their careful ties and begun to gnaw away at the fragile rails slowly pushing each drifting thread away from the other.

Gazing down at the sleeping figure of his brother curled around him, Kaoru blinked slowly. With each calm breath, Hikaru’s body shifted slightly and the soft feeling of his familiar skin brushing against Kaoru’s bear stomach made the latter’s insides knot tightly. The loosely clinging embrace of his brother’s arms around him was comforting in a nostalgically aching way to the youngest twin. How much longer would this continue? He wasn’t dreaming; everything in his life was changing but Kaoru didn’t understand why now and why was it happening to him, to Hikaru, to them.

He was supposed to be positive, keen, strong and independent. He wasn’t supposed to show weakness, to demonstrate hesitation. But too much had been built up over time that could not be erased. The feeling of supporting and being supported through thick and thin in a separate world from the public had taken its toll and refused to let one heart leave the other without an excruciatingly painful ache from the tear.

Again Kaoru blinked slowly and turned his gaze from the full moon outside, shinning brightly upon them, and let it settle on his brother’s visage once more. Tears sprung forth and gathered on the rims of his eyelids as the boy pondered the inconceivable, abhorring thought of what his life would be like without Hikaru. Sliding down into the sheets, Kaoru buried his face in his brother’s shoulder and held tightly. The mere idea was too much.