A/N: This took me forever to finish, and I can't remember what made me want to do it. XD Maybe it was because of a friend and I. In any case, enjoy it.
BGM: A Question Of Lust, Depeche Mode
The kind of music he listened to always bothered me.
Whenever he wanted to think, get down and dirty with his whore of a girlfriend, to do homework, or whatever the hell else my twin did, he would play that music, the mainstream music you hear on all the radio stations. I don't mean to sound so unfamiliar and rude towards him, I loved Hikaru with every ounce of my being, more than that bitch he called his girl. I seem to be talking about her a lot, huh? Don't worry. You'll think she is too not too long.
Away from her…
My brother, my twin, my only love! Away from the dramatics. He was my pride and joy; if he was happy, I was happy, all that good stuff. But twins or not, I'd like to say that our styles were very different in more ways than one. For one, he obviously liked to date sluts. But whatever, that was on him. He seemed more into baggy pants, Oxford anything, stonewashed jeans, an occasional band tee that he stole from me, of bands he had never heard of and never once claimed to like. But hey, they looked good on him, just like they did on me. I went for more of the women's clothes, which he found slightly odd, and his girlfriend liked to announce this every damn time she saw me. "Oh, Kaoru! I have that EXACT same top!" or "Kaoru. Do we have to start buying you skirts now too?" Yeah, bitch. Get me anything leather; I'll wear it.
Zooming back to the life I lead currently. It was a Saturday morning, the perfect time for me to watch my favorite movies in my room, on my bed, wrapped up in a blanket with a bucket of raspberry sherbet ice cream. Afterwards, Hikaru, whore, Mori, Hunny and I would all go out to some club, dance, drink, come back here wasted, and pass out on top of each other on the couch.
That was the plan.
Unfortunately, the sound of synthesizers and New Wave lofted into my room, quiet at first, but steadily growing louder. I groaned in my half awake state, turning over on my side and pulling the fluffy white comforter over my head. This didn't help in the least when a bang sounded against the wall. I grimaced when it was accompanied by what sounded like a moan, a hiss, a cat in pain; Haruhi's sounds of pleasure sounded like dying animals to me. I grimaced when the banging turned into a steady rhythm. I bit my lower lip and let amber hues snap open angrily when the lyrics to the song started.
'I walk along the avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a girl like you.
Meet a girl like you.'
In response to their banging, I knocked my fist on the wall that was adjacent to the one he had in his room, yelling random obscenities. Anything to get them to shut up, keep it down, anything. They didn't comply. In fact, they got louder. I think there was a vein pop sounding in my forehead.
'With auburn hair and tawny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.'
To fight their very indecent display of 'affection,' I got up from my bed and went over to the milk crates on one side of my room against the wall with my vinyl collection in it. Each and every one was sorted by genre alphabetically, and in this sorted alphabetically by the artist. I liked order sometimes, what could I say? I picked out the one my eyes had been scanning out, almost run ragged by my repetitive playing of it. I blocked out the disturbing sounds being made on the other side of my wall in favor of taking a cotton rag and gently swiping off the collection of dust that had added up on the grooved surface.
My 'Black Celebration' LP.
I've heard of the band Depeche Mode around the time I started high school. I had always loved the non-mainstream music. Cyndi Lauper, Michael Jackson, and Prince were lame in my eyes, given too much credit. Although, I have to admit, some of the music Prince came out with wasn't that bad…
I'm getting off subject.
After putting the my prized possession onto the record player and setting it up accordingly, I smiled and waited for the music that was inevitably going to start. At first, said music was nonexistent, only the beginning sounds of something wonderful were starting. Synthesizer mostly. And then the lovely words that quickly covered the grodie noises and vocals by Mike Score came, almost making me squeal. Almost. I was not a 14-year-old girl, and I reprimanded myself.
'To celebrate the fact
That we've seen the back
Of another black day'
With a satisfied, Cheshire-cat smirk, I shrugged off my pajamas [which consisted of shorts and a top and padded across my carpeted floor to my connected bathroom, ready to get clean and ride my mind of the ever constant groaning of that whore Haruhi and my older brother.
--
After a good shower, I exited my bathroom while shrugging on a white Oxford shirt, completely bare underneath save for the black leggings that stopped somewhere below my knees. 'It Doesn't Matter Two' had just started playing, and that was all I heard. No disturbances from the other side of the wall.
Perfect.
That was the best way for me to get ready, with my favorite band playing for me, and complete silence all around the house. I glided over to my closet, having a good look around before fishing an emerald waffle jumper off of its hanger. I finished buttoning my Oxford shirt before tugging on said waffle jumper, smoothing it out over my almost-womanly curvaceous body. I was proud that I had filled out the way I did. While I was a bit tall, the rest of me remained soft, curvy, and good for the clothing of my choice.
Clambering out of my closet, I made my way back to the still-slightly steaming bathroom, looking at my mop of red locks. I ruffled them slightly, before setting to work. I took a bottle of hair gel in one hand, squirting the contents into my right and worked my palms together to get the concoction on both hands, and began to run it back through the red locks, teasing it at the ends. I used a comb to get my bangs, using my still gel-slick fingers to push those to the right side of my forehead, in my own signature hair-do. With a hairspray can in hand now, I coated my head of hair with its contents. I smiled at the results. Having done my hair, I picked up a beret matching my waffle jumper, securing it atop my head and right before my bangs, which sprouted from it nicely.
I began to swing my hips back and forth ever so slightly as the next song started, grabbing an eyeliner pencil from the side of the sink. I uncapped the pencil, before leaning over said sink to apply the makeup to my lower lid, lining it almost perfectly, then doing the same with the other eye. Pleased with the affect it had on bringing out the amber in my eyes, I wiped away some stray kohl and capped the pencil, setting it back down.
Taking a step back, I smiled at my reflection, hands on hips, one hand idly teasing the end of my red hair.
I was completely happy until she walked in my room, unannounced.
Her in her white, tight dittos [which were so out of style, and the pale yellow shirt that clung to her hardly womanly body and had some sort of design on the front that had been washed so many times it was unrecognizable. The Candies shoes she wore drug across my carpet, as if she had been sent on a mission she could care less about.
Not my problem.
Though her brown eyes seemed to lighten when she saw me, or rather, what my choice of clothing had been today. Her face turned into a smirk, arms crossing under her nonexistent breasts.
"So, Kaoru. Did you raid my closet again today?" Haruhi's words were like ice, the ice I would so gladly stab her with if given the chance.
"No, Haruhi," I responded, carefully removing my record from its player and returning it to its proper place, "Because these clothes aren't fit for a sexpot. You know that." I referenced the way the dittos made her ass look, or how Hikaru might have told her it looked.
Gag me with a spoon. Twin brother sex wasn't something I wanted to think about.
She disregarded my comment, hands on hips as she leaned over to take a gander at my vinyl collection. I was a bit edgy with her being in my room, close to my only love.
"What do you want, Haruhi?" I spat out my words, making sure she could feel the poison I injected in them.
Her brown eyes glanced back towards my own, mouth opening as if she were going to say something. Nothing came out, and the mouth shut, only to open again. "You were banging on the wall again, weren't you?"
I couldn't help my sarcasm. "Oh, I don't know. It could have been you and Hikaru, right? Couldn't you guys do me a favor and uhm, NOT do those things in the morning?" The glare on my face was evident now; I was fuming, angry to say the least.
"When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Kaoru?"
Clever change of subject. Clever.
I don't really know the answer to this question. It had to have been sometime before high school. Middle school, maybe? Ah, yes, middle school. In seventh grade. Blonde girl, blue eyes; she was nice, from what I can remember. I don't really remember her name, though. That's besides the point. That was when I had my last girlfriend.
It was also the time I realized that I was gay. Great, right?
I never told anyone but the girl. Not even my twin brother. I guess… it was a touchy subject. I'll explain some other time. But the girl knew, and she promised to never tell. And she never did, my secret was kept with her. Ah, such a darling girl.
"Seventh grade…" I murmured, mood changed. Instead of glaring at her, I opted for playing with the hem of my jumper. If I had kept looking at her, I would have noticed the sly smirk slip on her face.
"Hikaru told me," she said, "that was the last time. And, we've been talking…"
Oh, wonderful. My life has been spoken about between their sexual adventures.
"And, we thought, that you needed a girlfriend. Any sort of girl. You aren't gay, are you?" I took the time to whip my head up, amber meeting brown. Her eyes seemed so dull sometimes.
"No," I jeered through clenched teeth, "I am not gay." God, she saw right through me. I know she did, with that stupid twinkle in her eye and everything.
"Then it's settled." She clapped her hands together, a smile crossing her face. A smile for me? How rare. Usually it was a mocking smirk. Oh, she was good at those. How typical. "Me and Hikaru are having a date tonight…" Gasp, a date? "And, we want you to come with. A double date, ya know? I have this real nice friend, her name's…"
I stopped listening after that. If Hikaru was there, then I'd be okay. It didn't matter who the girl was, or what she thought of me.
At least, that's what I thought.
--
To say this date was the worst and best thing that ever happened to me would be an overstatement. The girl my twin and his girlfriend so cleverly thought of pairing me up with the most obnoxious and annoying girl. Haruhi told me her name was April, or something along those lines. I didn't care too much to remember her name, or even really acknowledge her existence. That was probably my first mistake.
"Kaoru!"
I winced at the sound of my name being shouted in my ear, turning the nonexistent heel of my black slip-ons. My amber eyes met with angry green ones, the girl's expression making me smirk on the inside. She was practically fuming by the time we had gone to eat dinner at some tacky French restaurant, her choice of course. I couldn't even say the name of the damn place, but it probably started with a B and had the word amour in it. I didn't know the first thing about French foods, and by looking at Haruhi and Hikaru, they weren't so sure about the short girl's choice.
"Yeah?" I arched a thin brow at her. I had forgotten her name every single time she corrected me for calling her something different. Though, I'll admit that after a while I just called her various other names because it annoyed her. I wasn't stupid; I knew what her name was now.
"You've said like, five things including that to me this whole date." She began to tap her foot, which looked like her rocking her foot back and forth on her heel. "And you like, forgot my name at least like, a mass of times!" She turned to Haruhi, who was behind Hikaru in her sunflower dress. Said brother of mine was telling a waitress how many people we had in our party, where we would like to sit, all those good things. "C'mon, Haru! Why'd you like, set me up with some New Wave punk?"
I had been counting how many times she said 'like' whenever she talked- which unfortunately for yours truly- us was a lot. I had lost count somewhere in the hundreds. Typical Valley Girl.
"He's a good kid, April." Oh, yeah, that was her name. "And, besides! He was getting lonely in his room by himself. And he's nice and funny, generally speaking…"
"I'm right here you know." I interrupted her, sighing as the waitress led us to a table for four. She excused herself after saying our waiter would be with us shortly, and returned to the front of the restaurant.
"He could like, talk once in a while." The blonde said, tossing said hair over her strapless shoulder. She had chosen to wear a similar dress to Haruhi's, and it made me wonder if they had planned it out or something. Girls were weird. My thoughts were put on a halt when a smooth voice was heard from above the table in which we sat. I brought up my amber hues to see the person standing there, ever dramatically. What they met with made my face go red.
A tall blonde stood there, all smiles. He wore the restaurant attire, which consisted of a white Oxford shirt, a black vest, and black pants of the same brand as the shirt. His ever-shiny blonde hair framed a slightly pale face, which contained two blue-violet orbs, though they seemed darker and less hearty than the smile he had.
"Hello, I'm Tamaki, and I'll be your waiter. Can I get some drinks for you?"
And that's when I figured it was love at first sight.
A/N: YES! Aha. Okay, so, read and review, all that good stuff. And, I'll start working on the next chapter. Sometime. XD