A/n: take this as twincest if that's your thing or don't if it's not.

disclaimer: .... these things do start to annoy after a while, don't they.... I don't own Ouran.

Hikaru couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. No matter how much he desperately tried to turn his gaze away.

He took a step closer. It was all so surreal, and he didn't like it one bit. He sucked in a shaky breath and walked, as calmly as he could manage, up to the open casket surrounded by flowers.

He clenched his teeth together, closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to control his raging emotions. He could get through this, he told himself repeatedly before opening his eyes and forcing himself to look at what was in front of him.

He had thought he was ready but he clearly wasn't. The already pale skin made paler by the black silk lining of the casket, the neatly folded hands, the face, so identical to his own, that looked so peaceful it could be sleeping...

He couldn't stop the tears that came welling up, the single tear that slid down his cheek. He couldn't stop his trembling hand from reaching out to touch his twin's cheek.

He froze for a moment, his eyes shifting to the suicide note that was lying next to the casket. His trembling increased. He closed his eyes again and tried to make it all go away but it wouldn't. He couldn't calm himself down and the tears were now a constant flow from his closed eyelids.

He cursed under his breath, and muttered his twin's name.

Eyes shot open and Kaoru sat bolt upright with one glance at Hikaru.

"Hikaru?" he said, putting his hand on his twin's shoulder.

Hikaru, shook his head, eyes still closed, and stormed away furiously wiping at his eyes. Kaoru jumped out of the coffin following his angry twin.

"Kyouya!" he shouted at the teen who was only a few feet away. "I can't do this!"

"Calm down," Kaoru whispered from beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"You calm down!" he shouted.

Kyouya raised an eyebrow at him. "Look, I'm sorry Hikaru but it'll bring profits so, I'm sorry, but you'll have to suck it up and just do it."

Hikaru growled. "I can't! It's too real! I just can't take it!"

"That's my final word. The show must go on, as the saying goes," Kyouya said and started to walk away. "Besides, your reaction will seem very real."

"That's because it is real, baka! It's cruel of you to put someone through this!" Hikaru shouted after him.

Kaoru chased after Kyouya as Hikaru stood on spot, fighting to regain his composure.

"Kyouya, I'm really not sure this is such a good idea," he told him. "I mean, you saw it for yourself, Hikaru gets a little violent when he gets this upset."

"He's not that violent," Kyouya said dismissively.

"He's trying to keep it together," Kaoru said, using all his will power to keep from becoming angry himself. It wouldn't solve anything. " I don't think he'll last all that long and, if he really breaks down, he'll probably break things."

Kyouya stopped for a minute before shrugging it off. "You guys can afford it."

Kaoru sighed. "Please don't put him through this," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose in a last attempt to keep himself from punching Kyouya in the face.

Kyouya stopped to think about it for a second. "He'll really break things?" he asked.

"You'll be lucky if he doesn't hit someone," Kaoru answered.

It was Kyouya's turn to sigh. "Fine, you guys don't have to do it," he said making a note in his book. "I'll see if I can convince Honey and Mori to do it and if not, there's always Haruhi...." With that he walked off towards the place where Honey was eating his cake.

Kaoru walked back to Hikaru. " You okay now?" he asked.

"I will be if we don't have to try that again," Hikaru answered calmer now.

"We don't," Kaoru said with a smile.

"I bet Kyouya likes you, that's why he agreed," Hikaru grumbled.

"Stop being stupid and let's go get ready," Kaoru said starting towards the changing rooms.

Hikaru stopped him with a hand on his sleeve. "You won't....for real... right?" he asked meekly.

"And leave you behind? Never," Kaoru told him with a smile.

Hikaru sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. I never want to go through that again. I don't know what I would have done if it had been real," he said, walking with Kaoru towards the changing rooms.

"I love you too much to put you through that, silly," Kaoru said with a chuckle.

Hikaru laughed and swung his arm around Kaoru's shoulder. He looked at the empty casket one last time before looking away contently and kissing Kaoru's forehead.

"What was that for?" Kaoru asked.

"Being you," he answered with a smile. "And alive."

a/n: So this turned out a lot more serious than I had intended...

Here's the deal... I'm tired of people having my favorite character kill himself. XD My solution? A fanfic that basically parodies just that.

As mentioned, this was a little more serious than my original idea. This will probably be a series of oneshots that have little to nothing to do with each other, each having Kaoru's suicide as a main theme. They WILL be satires and are not meant to be serious angst stories. It's marked as complete because I don't really know when it ever will be, and each story is a oneshot, therefore each IS ended.

Let me know what you thought in a review! :)