Snippet #11043

With his free hand Hikaru ran it through his own hair, sighing through his nose before clicking his tongue. "Well little brother, I usually don't forgive easily but seeing as it's you..." he trailed off and dropped his gaze to stare somewhat longingly down at his younger twin, wondering how to finish the sentence. He noticed that Kaoru still had a few tiny crumbs left on his cheek and smiled internally, knowing his next move.

"Oh Kaoru." he chided, shaking his head slowly. "I think..." Hikaru now brought a finger to his mouth, running his tongue carefully across it before the hand that had been resting at the nape of Kaoru's neck moved to underneath his chin, tilting his brother's head up towards him. "...I missed a spot." He wiped the finger across his brother's cheek in one, fluid motion before returning it to his mouth.

A devilish smile found it's way onto his face as the girls around them erupted into fan girl screams. Both he and Kaoru were like statues, staring into each other's eyes lovingly so that their guests could enjoy themselves for as long as they wished. Hikaru let the moment linger a moment longer than he rightfully should have though and by the time he released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding the girls were eagerly awaiting the twin's next act.

It was always like this. One act after the other, all to impress their princesses. Hikaru would never tire of he and his brother's relationship, but he sincerely wished at times that they did not have to perform like this. It was insulting in a way. To these girls the Hitachiin Twins were a puzzle that they were trying to solve. The only reason they continued to come back was because they didn't understand the two siblings. If they ever did figure them out, he was sure that they would all but disappear. It was just a game to them.

A game... was that really it? Everything that happened in the Host Club between the twins. Did it even mean anything outside of Music Room #3? Hikaru had never spoken to Kaoru about it. He wasn't sure how to even begin. It was something that was easier left unsaid.

He knew he had tuned out when he noticed that one of the girls was intently staring at him, her hands clasped together in her lap hopefully. She had asked him something. Damn, what had she said? Trying to play it safe, he answered her with an, "I'm not really sure." It seemed to satisfy her at least.