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Mun: Elle, the Brat
AIM: ElleBrat

Character's name: Kaoru Hitachiin
Character's age: 16
Character's gender: Male~
Series the character is from: Ouran High School Host Club

Serial Number: 0906

Background Info: Kaoru was born on the 9th of July, two hours and six minutes after his brother, Hikaru, into a very wealthy Japanese family. The Hitachiin one, to be exact.

He and his twin grew up, like all babies do. They went through their Terrible Twos – which caused many staff to quit and retire on a far-away island – and… stayed there, really. They enjoyed, at such a young age, pranking people they didn’t like, and generally misbehaving.

Their mother, being a fashion designer, used to have them model her clothes. It didn’t matter if the clothes were for girls or boys, she had them wear them all. She also went on a lot of business trips, which of course meant that Hikaru and Kaoru were left with their Nanny. (Or Nannies, depending on how long the trip went for, and how well their parents had managed to bribe them. The children or the Nanny, you decide which needed more bribing.) During one such trip, the boys’ aunt and uncle decided to stay at the house, to “keep them company”. But as their aunt soon found out, there wasn’t “an ounce of sweetness” in them.

Pity.

Hikaru and Kaoru didn’t really like adults. Not because they were bossy and always wanted you to do things, but because they couldn’t tell Hikaru from Kaoru. To the twins, it was remarkably easy to tell who was who. Because who one wasn’t, the other was. The one who isn’t me is Hikaru, the one who isn’t Hikaru is me.

They were rather fond of getting the adults into trouble, thinking that they were so stupid, they deserved it.

Then, of course, they got a maid that would change their way of thinking. During a well-timed Night-time Expedition (in the roof, I should add), they caught this maid trying to break into a safe. When threatened with a knife, they merely took out a plastic box with a button on it, and started the first of many mind-games.

”See this button? It makes security guards appear in an instant.”
“Let’s press it.”
“Three… two… one.”

And then they bribed her. Because every good little boy knows how to bribe their elders.

They offered her a piece of paper that had the code for the safe. They’d give it to her if she played with them every day, until their Mama and Papa came home. They would let her take it, and the contents of the safe, and they wouldn’t tell anyone about the deal.

So of course, she accepted.

She told them stories about her days as a thief, she taught them how to fake their smiles and their tears, and most importantly, she taught them to never trust anyone who wasn’t them.

The last, she taught in more than just words.

Hearing them talk at night about how they wanted her to stay, and how maybe she would stay if they got Daddy to give her a raise, and how Hikaru had put the paper with the code in their piggy-bank, she decided to get out of there before she got too attached.

The next morning, the twins were devastated. The piggy bank was broken, the safe was open and empty, and the maid was gone. Their aunt, in distress, demanded that they tell her if they had told the maid the pass-code.

They cried. They got off the hook. They were grateful for what their maid had taught them – those crocodile tears let them get away with everything. Because of course, they had expected that she would leave like that.

Fast forward a few years, to when they were still young, but not so impressionable. They had learnt their lesson well from the maid, not trusting anyone, keeping to themselves, and acting. Always, always acting.

A girl had approached them, as they were sitting on a bench, watching the other kids play. She wanted to play with them, she said. They asked who, specifically, she wanted to play with.

”Both of you, of course!”
“There’s no-one here named ‘Both of You’.”
“Hikaru and Kaoru, then!”
“But can you tell…”
“…Which is which?”

She couldn’t. She failed the test, they went on, in their own little world.

And then, skip some more years. To Middle School, now. The only changes in their attitude was their ability to be heartless and cruel to the people around them. Those idiots couldn’t tell them apart, so why should they be nice to them? Why should they listen to some girl with a crush, when she didn’t even know who was Hikaru?

Why should they listen to some moronic blond wannabe-lord from France, who wanted to start a Host Club, of all things? But he looked interesting, so they played. If he could tell them apart by the end of the month, they’d join this club of his.

A few times, he did tell them apart. But his reasons were so stupid. Hikaru is ticklish, when you speak in unison Hikaru takes on the whatever. It wasn’t like they were some choir with alternate tones.

The worst one of all, though, was intuition. Really, did that idiot expect them to believe him?

But towards the end of that month, the twins were feeling the same thing. The prediction the idiot had made, the one about them coming to join the Club, was going to come true. They were just too curious about it. They wanted to know why the idiot insisted on stalking them, why he was so determined to get them to join his club.

So they opened the doors to the Third Music Room, agreeing that as soon as it got boring, they would leave.

It didn’t get boring, so they stayed. They made friends with their seniors – the other members of the Host Club – and they, slowly but surely, began to be just a bit nicer to their class-mates.

Then, Haruhi came. She was a commoner, nothing special. Ugly, wearing out-dated clothes (couldn’t even afford the school uniform), and wearing the worst glasses.

But this Haruhi had a debt to re-pay. She/he/it (everyone had assumed that ‘she’ was a ‘he’, except Kyouya, who knew everyone and everything) had broken a vase. It wasn’t really all that expensive to Kaoru, but she had seemed devastated.

So, she started working for them, to pay off the debt. If Kaoru had been feeling any pity at all, he might have offered to pay off a part of it. As it was, she was no different from any other idiot in the school.

And then, of course, Tamaki – the idiot from France – discovered that Haruhi was actually quite good-looking, once you took off the glasses and fixed the hair and burned the clothes.

So Haruhi turned into a Host. She was actually quite fun to play with, and was quickly become the twin’s favourite method of amusement. Just a little flirty comment, and Tamaki was there, flailing his arms and yelling his little blond head off.

For a while, life was perfect. The Host Club functioned well, the business was doing better than well, he and Hikaru had a healthy relationship with people other than each-other, and no-one could tell them apart.

That is, until they made the mistake of playing the “Guess Which One’s Hikaru-kun!” game in the Host Club. It had become less malicious, since they’d played it with Tamaki. Now, it was more for fun than for anything else.

They had a fight scripted, to do after the game. They would get all of the girls to play the game, and on the final one, act as if she had gotten it right. They would ask for a reason, and no matter what that reason, they’d turn it into the biggest fight Ouran had ever seen.

They didn’t count on Haruhi walking by, and playing. They didn’t actually expect someone to get it right. And they definitely didn’t expect the reason.

”Well, I’d say… Hikaru’s just a bit more mean than Kaoru.”

And Kaoru couldn’t help it. He cracked up. It was just too funny – Hikaru, meaner? They were both the same! Silly, silly Haruhi.

But it was an answer, and the setting was perfect. They started their fight. And in the end, it got them a ticket to see what a commoner’s house looked like. A win-win situation!

Except, Kaoru couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, Haruhi’s reason was the best one they’d ever gotten. Maybe she didn’t make it up on the spot, like he and Hikaru had agreed. Maybe Haruhi would be the one to open up the gates and let he and Hikaru join in the fun on the other side.

And now I’m going to just outline some things, because four pages of background on MWord is probably going to break your brains and/or your comment page.

-Over time, he and Hikaru have grown to be extremely protective of everyone in the Host Club, and can have conversations with other people that don’t revolve around the word “stupid”.

-Kaoru has a crush on Haruhi, but Hikaru is more important to him. As Hikaru also has a crush on Haruhi, Kaoru stepped aside, to allow his brother to be happy. However, in order for the happiness to happen, Kaoru had to do quite a bit of manipulating and acting. He was willing to sacrifice the relationship that he had with Hikaru, so that Hikaru could be happy with Haruhi. However, Hikaru wasn’t willing to cut the bond between them, and gave Kaoru the mental equivalent to a slap in the face.

-Kaoru is still very dependant on Hikaru, but not as much as he was before they met Haruhi. He prefers to not spend long periods of time away from his twin, but he’ll still do it.

-He can get pretty avid about things, but most of the time, he quickly loses interest, which is generally considered a bad thing for everyone around him.


Personality: For Kaoru, there is one person in the world who is the world. That would be his older twin brother, Hikaru.

There is nothing that Kaoru wouldn't do for Hikaru - though of course, if it's something particularly embarrassing, he'll deny ever having done it. And if it passes through the border of Family Fun and into Sibling Terrorisation, he'll get Hikaru back twice as hard. Probably in public, and probably with lots of paint.

As previously stated, Hikaru is Kaoru's world. Kaoru trusts Hikaru with everything that he has, and even if Hikaru somehow manages to damage that trust, it's pretty much a given that Kaoru'll forgive him soon enough. However, if it's someone other than Hikaru breaking Kaoru's trust, you can be sure that they won't look the same ever again.

Because if Kaoru doesn't extract revenge upon them, Hikaru will. And even if Kaoru does pay them back, Hikaru will do it anyway, because that's pretty much how they work. Wrong one, you've wronged both.

It's said, amongst the students at Ouran, that the twins are loud, mean, and too clever for the good of everyone else. They are, to put it simply, a health hazard. If the teachers had it their way, they'd be paid extra for just having to be in the same room as one of them.

Over the years, Kaoru grew steadily more dependent on Hikaru. They had no friends growing up, so they always played games with each-other. They rarely fought - Kaoru bending to Hikaru's will easily, and Hikaru growing quiet once he realised he'd upset his brother - and, to prevent any fights from happening, grew to like the same things. Of course, if there was ever something that Kaoru knew they both liked, and there was only one of them, he would step aside and allow Hikaru to have it.

Naturally, Hikaru would have none of this, and would find a way to divide whatever it was into two.

Because he grew up wealthy, Kaoru is used to being able to get whatever he wants. But because he grew up with two business owners for parents, he also learnt how best to operate under certain surroundings, and what price things come for. Thanks to the help of a certain nanny, he also learnt how to manipulate people and his surroundings. Eventually, those three things merged and became habit, until Kaoru could successfully manipulate people into getting whatever he or Hikaru wanted, and being able to whittle the price down to almost nothing.

When they were in Middle School, the twins were rather ruthless with anyone and everyone they came across. If the person speaking to them couldn't tell them apart, then that person was stupid and not worth their time. As children, working out who was who was easy for them - it was a simple process of elimination. "If you're not Kaoru, then I am. And if I'm Kaoru, then you're Hikaru." It was mind-boggling that adults couldn't work that simple thing out.

When they were old enough to realise, hang on, they're not either one of us, they can't do that, it was by far too late. They'd already grown to dislike anyone who couldn't tell them apart, because they were different enough that it should have been easy. Kaoru didn't like sleeping with too many pillows, and he always had a hair-clip in his pocket. If the idiots couldn't work out who was who, then it was their own fault.

And so, it grew into a game. The "Guess Which One's Hikaru-kun!" game. It wasn't so much a game as it was a torture method, though. They would use it on girls who sent them love letters, to get it through their heads that you can't tell us apart, you don't deserve us. It had always amused Kaoru, how the girls would cry and run off. If that were someone else talking to him, he'd probably point out all of the flaws in their logic and leave them a mess on the floor, begging for Kaoru to please accept their apology, because they didn't mean to reject him.

But that's neither here nor there, because he wouldn't have done anything stupid like that, anyway. Hikaru was the only thing that he ever needed.

Then, one day, an idiot by the name of Tamaki Suoh approached the twins, with an offer to join his Club. Naturally, he was turned down.

He annoyed the twins so much that they finally decided that if he could figure out who was who, in the space of a month, they'd join his Club. And if he couldn't figure out who was who, he would leave them alone and die in a ditch. Well, Kaoru thought the last part, but had enough tact to not say it.

And so Tamaki stalked them, and made millions of guesses, and finally snapped. He admitted that he would never be able to tell them apart by anything more than intuition (and here Kaoru would scoff), but said that if they never take a step out of their world, how were they supposed to find someone who knew who was Kaoru, and who was Hikaru?

They took some time to think it over, and then found themselves standing outside the doors to the Third Music Room, in the High School. They reassured each-other that if it got boring, then they would leave. It wasn't like they would actually make friends or anything - they'd just go there to see what it was about.

One year he's been in the Club, and Kaoru's felt more emotions than he thought possible (exhaustion, affection, aggravation, envy, exasperation--fear), and made more friends than he had in his entire life. His world extended from "Hikaru" to "Hikaru and the Host Club", and all of the students who ever saw them would agree that the twins definitely weren't as much as a health hazard as before, because they were less likely to get out their claws and rip someone to shreds when they were bored. They became more friendly, and actively sought out company. They stopped being mean for the sake of it, and played relatively harmless pranks, that almost everyone would laugh at.

They grew, basically. Kaoru still harboured a small resentment towards anyone who couldn't tell them apart - because they even parted their hair differently, and was it his fault if he decided to part his hair Hikaru's way, one day? - but accepted that the majority of it was their own fault, for making themselves so alike. Kaoru, though, thought that they would have to change who they were on the inside, to get people to tell them apart.

When Hikaru started feeling more than just friendship for a girl they both liked, Kaoru decided that it was time to cut the thread that tied he and his brother so closely together. However, he couldn't do it himself, as he didn't want to lose what they had, so he set out to manipulate his brother into doing it.

And... failed miserably.

Instead of making Hikaru incredibly angry at him, he made Hikaru feel guilty. Instead of making Hikaru want to sever all ties with him, he made Hikaru want to repair their relationship.

That's when he finally learnt that no matter what he did, Hikaru would always be his twin, and would always care about him. Kaoru would always be first on Hikaru's list, no matter what he did, so he'd better stop trying and just accept the facts.

And while Hikaru was taking apart Kaoru's brain and putting it back together, he also reminded Kaoru that outward appearances would work best, for people to tell them apart. Because not everyone paid so much attention to how people worked, like Kaoru did, and not everyone would be able to predict someone's next move, based on their feelings.

...So Kaoru learnt his lesson and I'd better end this here, because I've rambled about his personality too much, and the main thing is that he's basically Hikaru's bitch. If Hikaru wants it, Hikaru gets it, minimal questions asked. Hikaru says "Jump", Kaoru'll give him a look and tell him to do it himself.

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