It all started when I was born. I was the second half of the Hitachiin duo. The uke twin, the innocent one. That's what I was told at least. Hikaru, my older brother, was always by my side. He was my rock, my world, my everything. I always felt him by my side. I loved my twin with all my being. I knew I could always go to him with my problems and tell him everything. I knew he would always be there for me. Little did I know, my twin was just a dream. I was informed at the tender age of 5 that my older brother was stillborn. I was the only one. My futile rebuttal was "No, he's right here. See?" I would say while hugging him. He was there, alive and real. Our parents would simply smile at me and agree with me. When I turned 12, my parents took me to see a psychologist. Hikaru was right by my side. The therapist seemed to ignore him and only talked to me. Later, I overheard her talking to my parents. "How did he even find out about his older brother? You didn't tell him, right?" She asked. "No, we didn't. We didn't even say he had a twin or tell him his name." My mother said, wiping her eyes. I was crying too while Hikaru hugged me and proceeded to cheer me up. "It's alright, Kaoru. I'm here." He said softly. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia shortly thereafter. I didn't understand. Hikaru was real. He was breathing and alive. Why couldn't they see that? I'm not crazy! I have an older twin. His name is Hikaru and he's real. He looks just like me with auburn hair and amber eyes. He is 16 years old, just like me. There's no way he's just my imagination. I was led to a shrink's office... again. "Hello, Kaoru. Nice to see you again. How are you?" She asked me. She was an older woman with dark brown hair and large brown eyes. "I'm fine. It's good to see you too, Dr. Fujioka." I responded. "Good, good. Tell me, is Hikaru with you?" She asked, tilting her head. I nodded. "Of course." I replied. "Can you describe him for me?" She asked, jotting something down on her clipboard. "Sure... He's about 5'9" with auburn hair and amber eyes. He has pale skin, like me, and has his hair parted to the right." I said, smiling at my twin brother beside me. "So, he's identical to you?" She asked. I nodded. "What's his personality like?" She asked. "He's funny, supportive, sarcastic and amazing. He's always there for me." I said, smiling fondly. "I see. Can anyone else see Hikaru?" She asked. "Of course they can! He's real!" I yelled, outraged that she would ask that. "Calm down, Kaoru. I'm not saying he's not real. Has anyone ever told you he wasn't?" She asked kindly. "When I was 5, my parents told me he was stillborn and I was an only child. Then they saw him and apologized." The therapist nodded and smiled. "He's real. Everyone says hi to him at school and talks to him. We're in the Host Club and we have an act we do for our guests. Ask our guests, they've seen him." I insisted. "Alright. Thank you, Mr. Hitachiin. See you soon." She said as I was escorted out.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for this fucked up fic. ^^` This idea has been brewing in my head for a while and I was finally able to write it. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I love Hikaru, but I had to kill him off here for the sake of the story. I don't own Ouran by the way.