Oddity
by shannello

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a/n: i just really like this pairing. excuse the gay and shit.

( d i s c l a i m e r ) nope.

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There are an infinite number of things about women that people—specifically men—should know. Don't mess up her hair, do compliment her make-up even if you can't really tell what she did differently. Don't make jokes about her weird family unless she's okay with it and makes fun of them first, and only if you've met them already. Don't make her pay for anything, because it's just nice, but don't stop her from paying once in a while, if she offers. There's so many little fucking details that make a tremendous difference.

Hitachiin Kaoru, high school sweet heart and hentai twin brother Hikaru Hitachiin, knew three very important things that pretained to the female population at his high school:

1. Never ever argue with them, ever.

2. Honestly, they have a fatal attraction to cuteness; an obvious weakness.

3. When they're in love, you'll know.

Very simple rules. No, not even rules—statements really—just three important sentences that every boy should know, understand, and live by. Quietly, sitting at his desk, three minutes before first bell, Kaoru wrote the list down on a scrap piece of notebook paper. "Three very important things about women that all mankind should know."

Looks nice, he cerebrated, grinning at the kanji.

But.

Girls. Kaoru didn't mind them. No, it wasn't that. They just—they just weren't his thing. Since birth his only interest pertaining love or romance involved his brother, Hikaru. They were inseparable, really. 'They could have been born Siamese and nothing would have changed,' their mother often admitted, noting how they held hands as they walked through the hallways of their mansion—just because they wanted to hold hands.

Girls? They were fun to play/mess around/fuck with. But to love? Really enjoy being around? Don't think so.

Because Hikaru. Hikaru is everything, really, not just his brother or his best friend. No. Shut up. You're wrong.

Hikaru is very, very important. Not like girls... with their long hair and thin lips and squeaky, high-pitched voices.

Ugh. Something about them was just... just—

Different. Something really different that Kaoru just didn't entirely accept, and the fact that they're really odd. I don't see how someone can spend all day giggling. That was one specific reason why he didn't like girls.

But then there was... Haruhi.

How many times did he use that line? Haruhi. Haruhi. Haruhi

Because of her Kaoru began to realize that some girls were actually cool/chill/down to earth. That... that he didn't need his brother to be happy.

His pencil lead broke. It rolled across his paper, across his desk, and off the side. Laconically, his eyes followed the lead to its tragic demise at the feet of—

"Um... Excuse me?"

—a girl.

Pretty, with long dark hair and soft-looking skin and skinny enough that the generic yellow uniform hung around her small waist—she could have been any other girl.

But her eyes. They were... they were pretty. Really pretty. Really blue and clear and warm looking. They sucked him in and swallowed him whole. Kaoru had never seen blue eyes like her's before.

The girl—cocking her head slightly to the side to inspect Kaoru's suddenly unresponsive brain—was obviously Japanese, with her straight, dark hair and her light complexion, but something was off about her and Kaoru noticed that right away.

"Excuse me? Are you ok?" prodded the girl, genuinely concerned by the sound of her voice, and Kaoru flushed slightly, embarrassed.

Eh—

"—I'm Kagome. Higurashi Kagome, by the way," she continued, although Kaoru was stiff and not reacting in any way besides sitting still and staring at her... her...

Kaoru swallowed hard.

Hands flat against his desk, Kaoru quickly spread them over his paper, covering his little list that no eyes should see. Kagome exhaled loudly, letting out a temperamental sigh beside him, her eyes leaving his to venture in a different direction.

Kaoru watched her chest move in and out. Shyly, he spoke. "You're... Kagome."

"I just said that."

Kaoru smiled. "Sorry. I don't usually have girls as cute as you come up to me before class; I'm kind of nervous."

Shyly, Kagome grinned back. "I—I was wondering if this was 1-A." Cutely, she shrugged. "I know I can go look outside the classroom, but I'm already in here and—"

Kaoru blinked. "1-A, yep. You're in the right classroom." Higurashi Kagome. "Um, you just transferred?"

Kagome nodded, her eyes glazing over and her lips parted expectantly. Her heart throbbed in her chest. "Yeah, I just transferred."

Smiling, Kaoru studied her solemn expression and nudged her playfully. "I just said that."

Kagome shook her head to relieve it of any thought. "Uhm, you never told me your name." Don't start with an I. Don't start with an I. Don't start with an I.

"It's Hitachiin Kaoru, Higurashi-san," supplied Kaoru happily, and a heavy, layered weight was lifted off of Kagome's chest. Hitachiin Kaoru. Higurashi Kagome.

"Our names match!"

"Erm, what?"

Kagome giggled merrily. "Sorry. It's just, both of our names start with a K and an H. I thought it was..."

Higurashi Kagome. Hitachiin Kaoru. They do match. Kaoru hid a grin.

A comfortable, pregnant silence settled around them as Kagome bent down to pick something up by her shoe.

During her absence, Kaoru took the moment to sit back and comtemplate, What have I gotten myself into?

Smiling, and determining where she'd sit (since both desks beside Kaoru were currently taken and marked with lone book bags) Kagome reached over and took Kaoru's hand inside her's. Practiced, she opened his hand and placed his pencil lead in his palm.

"Here—" she said, cheeks hot, "it rolled off when I walked over. Figured you could still use it, it's kind of big—"

"Oh," interrupted Kaoru, watching her intently. She... she was really different. Something about her was just, erm, interesting and fun and... and—

Oh.

He finally saw it.

How she turned away expectantly as if her heart weighed twice the weight she did. How her blue eyes glazed over when she remembered something she didn't want to. How her cheeks brightened when he said something, then instantly she pursed her lips like she regretted feeling that way.

She's in love.

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this is sooo dumb. reworking the second chapter, too, then the real update. toodles.