Full summary- Hikaru has been in love with his brother since he was ten. Believing his brother would never return his feelings, he opted to remain close by pushing his feelings away. Over the years he grew depressed and developed an eating disorder. Resorting to self-harm to make him feel better, Hikaru spirals down into a dark hole of self-destruction and hate. Kaoru has recently been noticing his brother a lot more often over the smallest things, such as bending over and staring at his ass or him just reaching into the cupboard to get a cup. But he also noticed how pale and skinny his brother had become, and the dark bags under his eyes that showed lack of sleep. He was getting worried about his brother's health, but the more he worried and as time passed, his feelings grew. Two identical twins, so similar yet so different. One wears all black, band bracelets, listens to rock, punk, and metal, and is a loner. The other wears colorful clothes, listens to classical and pop, is sociable, and in a host club. Will the two realize their feelings for each other before it's too late? Will Kaoru be able to save his brother and make him see the positive thing about himself?

Hey, I just randomly came up with this idea, and I thought "Damn, it would be cool seeing Hikaru in all black, listening to my music, and all that jazz." The reason why it's so depressing is because one, it's my writing style and two; I'm not a very happy person. It's hard for me to write a story of just fluff and happiness. I just gravitate to angst. All the music is going to be English, sorry!

Also, if there are any spelling mistakes it's most likely because I was either typing to fast to realize I used the wrong form of the word (I'm a lazy proof reader), my keyboard missing letters too often to count, or because I can't pronounce to save my life, so when I try to sound a word out, it comes out all wrong.

It's been a while since I've done first person, so please forgive me if it sucks.

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Hikaru's POV

I woke to the sun beating down on my face. Letting out a groan, I got out of my comfort fort and left the warmth I oh-so desperately wished to just lay there for all my life and never leave. I hate school. Pulling on my black skinny jeans and Pierce The Veil t-shirt, I threw on a pair of Vans before making my way into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth quickly and ran a brush through my black and red hair. I cleaned my nose, ear, and snake bites before applying heavy eyeliner. Throwing on my school uniform jacket, I topped my outfit off with my many chains. I was allowed to wear whatever I wanted so long as I had the jacket on because I did all my work, turned it in on time, and helped out around the school. It was like a reward. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to grab so black coffee and greeted my brother.

"Hey, Kaoru." I said softly. He turned around and gave me a big grin.

"Hey! How was your night? I was practically dying of heat!" Kaoru exclaimed.

Giving him a hug, I gathered my school supplies, making sure to grab my phone and sketchbook. Deciding that I didn't feel hungry, I left the house to get to school. Just before I left I said,

"I'm off to school!" Plugging in my headphone, being sure not to screw up my hair, I walked out, thinking about how amazing Kaoru looked today. Everything from his hair to how he wore his school uniform improperly.

"I'm always screaming my lungs out

Till my head starts spinning.

Playing my songs is the way

I cope with life. Won't keep my voice down.

Know the words I speak are the thoughts

I think out loud."

Walking to school, I thought of how my brother would never return the feeling I held for him. I thought of the scars that litter my body and how I hid my scar with my many bracelets and jacket. I hated myself for doing it. It felt as though I was sullying myself by harming myself, but I couldn't help it. I hated the fact that I had several blades in my bag and that I had to take my habit to school as well. I wasn't looking forward to the hellhole called school. I was rather popular at school, popular with the school jerks.

"Let's leave no words unspoken

And save regrets for the broken.

Will you even look back when you think of me?

All I want is a place to call my own,

To mend the hearts of everyone

Who feels alone (whoa)

You know to keep your hopes up high

And your head down low."

To be honest, I would rather be ignored by all than to be tormented by sexually frustrated assholes. They didn't like how I could do what I wanted and be who I wanted but none of the teachers allowed them to do it too, no matter the money involved. They didn't like that I was different. It was the typical bullying scenario, being called gay and being the schools punching bag while hiding it from my family. Still, I could only have hope that I wouldn't have to deal with it today. That it might have finally been done and over with, even though I knew it would never happen. I would have to keep my hopes up high to get through the day, and life, hoping that maybe my brother would look at me in a different way, the way I look at him, and that there would be a time in my life I wouldn't have to apply make-up to hide cuts and bruises. I would have to keep my head down low so I can avoid trouble and try to make these hopes come true. People are less likely to notice you if you keep your head down and blend in.

When I reached school, I immediately went to my first period, English. There was thirty minutes until class started so I took this time to draw in my sketchbook and listen to Of Mice & Men. Time seemed to fly by and I was shocked out of my 'perfect world' as I like to call it, by my brother shaking my arm.

"Is that me? It looks so realistic!" He gushed. I blushed as I looked down, and it was indeed a picture of Kaoru sleeping peacefully, the morning sun shining through. Blushing, I quickly closed my notebook and paused my music. Kaoru looked over at me worriedly.

"Are you okay? You haven't fallen ill, have you?" I quickly shook my head before burying it in my arms, just wishing for this day to be over already.

"Alright…" He said, sounding as if he didn't believe me. I didn't blame him, I wouldn't believe me either. I heard the chair next to me slide and creak as he sat next to me. Before I knew it, the bell rang and our teacher entered the room.

"If you would, please open your books to page…" I tuned her out as I did more important things, such as watch my brother focus whole-heartedly on what we were learning. His nose scrunched in the most adorable way and his tongue stuck out a little from between his teeth.

Class quickly passed, and I rushed out of English, eager to get to my next class and avoid what I knew would already happen, I was just prolonging that happening of the event. I was unlucky today as I was grabbed harshly from behind and slammed into the lockers.

"Good morning, fag." Was all I heard as I was dragged into the basement, and with a click, was locked in.

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Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think in the comments; I haven't done an anime fanfiction in a while, so this is going to be much Americanized.

The song from above is All I Want- A Day To Remember

See you all next chapter and thanks again for reading