A/N: I honesty was going to wait until I woke up later in the day to go through and post this, but then I decided I wanted to pull a 'Yonce and drop this on you while you all sleep as a way to say 'I have nothing better to do with my life this summer, other than devote ridiculous amounts of time to writing things like this for my OTP'.

At any rate, I have been meaning to update. I'm still very interested in my He Said, She Said series; however, I am an avid fan of tacking myself onto other ideas that cross my way. Whether it's an AU or an alternative method of writing, I'm there. As such -

Ta-da! My newest experiment involves style, and point of view. I see a lot of stories concentrated on Kaoru's perspective, and how Kaoru feels, which makes since, since you see more internal dialogue from him - but I honest-to-God am a bit more inclined towards Hikaru and his flaws. I strongly believe he's just this big wreck of feelings that's trying to sort it all out, and his character development is nothing less than amazing to me. Of course, being the avid shipper that I am, I decided to take that little fact, and use it as fuel for my story.

So, here's to hoping you enjoy! I hope some of my metaphors/motifs catch your interest, I had a lot of fun experimenting with this. Leave reviews and favorites - both are appreciated!

(Now excuse me while I sleep.)

When did you start to fall for him?

Somewhere between the vastness that flirts between space and time, you lifted you finger from the pages of the cosmos and simply lost track. For all you know, it could've been caught in the spiral of childhood, having watched identical shades of amber flicker with happiness from the kiss you parted on a blushing cheek. Perhaps it might've visited in the awkward gap of puberty and the way he slipped between your palms a bouquet of blooming heliotropes.

Or, it could be now. Watching alabaster fingertips idle with the envelope that's been so carefully constructed it threatens to fall apart with just the slightest touch.

Yes, maybe it is now, because you own hands desire to cover them, cradle them, bring them to you lips and -

"Hikaru." On the edges of fantasy, it's that honeyed voice that drags you back. "This one's for you."

"Oh?" You don't hesitate - you let your digits brush over your brother's, giving it a glance that is nothing less than disdainful. "Surprise, surprise."

"You don't even want to read it?" Kaoru is smiling rather impishly. Another pang of longing overcomes you.

"Why bother? She'll probably say something like 'I love the way you look out the window on some days, then read psychotheory the next. It's so deep of you'."

For dramatic effect, you batter your eyelashes. He laughs, light and easy and cruel for all its intentions. You both just want to see her burn.

"She does realize that 'psychotheory' I'm reading is a discussion about human personality from one of the most revered researchers in the field, right?"

"Please, Kaoru." You slip off the window pane, heading towards the door. Kaoru is quick to follow. "She's not even intelligent enough to distinguish our desks. Probably can't even count to five."

"Nii-san!" Now he's laughing harder than before and wrapping a hand around your shoulder. "Nii-san, you're horrible."

Yes. Yes, of course you are, which is exactly why you reach the courtyard with your words sharpened. It's why you tear her apart with every lash of your tongue, rip at the envelope with your anger channeled through your muscles, and it's why you see her off with the confetti of a false confession.

Kaoru is mean, but you'll always be meaner. More twisted, more hellbent, more sadistic. More determined to break hearts and make tears because this planet is vast and sprawling with the backbone of the cosmos holding it in line yet somehow your world is still only made of "us", and "apart from us."

You think you'd like your world to grow, but only if he can stay the moon that you gravitate around.