A/N: I do not own anything but my OC.
Ch 1.
When kids are young, they tend to overlook certain things about a person because society hasn't gotten to them quite yet. Although kids could be cruel in their own right by their natural intuition, sensing how particular kids are somehow different from the rest of them.
We start off this tale of a young six year old girl that goes by the name of Kitty. By society's standards, the only good attribute about Kitty was the fact that she had come from a prestigious family. What's worse is the attribute didn't even belong to her, it was her parent's money. Had she been born into a commoners family and lifestyle, she would've been nothing in the eyes of everyone, but no, whether she chooses to believe it or not, Kitty was a lucky little human being.
Being half-American and living in Japan, she was already dubbed different when it came to her peers. She had olive-toned skin and she was way darker than everyone else, due to her real mother being Hispanic. With the majority usually being pale, it certainly didn't help her case along with all the other unattractive things about her.
Kitty was over-weight. Ever since she was a baby, she had taken a liking to food and being her fathers "little princess", she was given as much food as she desired, which consisted of seven meals a day (and sweet snacks in between). She was loved by her parents, and all the maids and butlers and especially the chefs. Sure it's cute when you're a baby but by the time she was six, she was twenty pounds the normal size of the kids her age, she was not only bigger in waist size, but in height.
Kitty was taller than every girl in her class and when everybody in class formed a line in size-order when they travelled through the halls and outside during recess, she was always put in the back, away from everyone. And she was alone as the girls in front talked with their friends and ignored her existence because she was simply different.
Her hair was usually a mess because she absolutely refused to let the maids brush through her hair in the morning, so it ended up looking like bees nested atop her head. It also meant that kids could throw things in her hair and she wouldn't notice as she went about her merry way.
Kitty also wasn't particularly smart. She didn't usually realize when kids made fun of her, so she always smiled at others when they said mean things to her because she just didn't understand that they were laughing at her and not with her.
Though she did notice sometimes. She'd have to be blind not to see it at some point. Once in first grade, she was late to class and since she didn't usually run, she was sweaty, and wheezing by the time she opened the door to the classroom.
Her clothes were drenched, and her hair was sticking out every which way as she came in. She sat down and there seemed to be a chorus of chairs scraping against the linoleum floor as they all simultaneously moved away from her.
During theses moments, Kitty would look down in shame unsure of what she had done wrong.
Kitty was alone. Closed off from the world in her own little bubble, not of her own accord but it was there. She was separated from the others and had absolutely no one as soon as she stepped foot in school.
Because of this, during inside-recess when it was raining, or snowing too hard, Kitty would draw. She liked to particularly make stories, about the kids around her. For instance, one of the little girls who liked to trip Kitty every time she walked by, she drew an ugly troll choking the bully like the cartoons she liked to watch on Saturday mornings. Or when a boy who liked to throw basketballs at Kitty's head during play time, she drew him falling over a bridge. It was for her own personal satisfaction, and justice.
But there was two boys she liked to draw in particular. Twin boys. Identical twin boys who seemed familiar somehow. They didn't talk to much of anybody and they were always together. They usually looked bored and stared vacantly at things in front of them with these big perfectly identical pairs of golden eyes that held just a hint of mischief.
They were familiar because they were like her.
They sometimes played pranks on their teacher, by putting thumb tacks on her chair, or putting an occasional frog in her hand bag. This always got a laugh out of all the kids in class, all except for the twins, who had initiated the prank in the first place. Which was absolutely fascinating.
They merely watched with barely any interest as the teacher freaked out with every prank they pulled and as always, they were immediately sent to the principles office because everybody knew if something went wrong, it was the Hitachiin twins.
Kitty never bothered to remember the names of bullies she used to draw but she definitely remembered the Twins' names. Hikaru and Kouru Hitachiin.
They both were the object of a lot of girl's affections, even at this age and in the beginning of first grade they were frequently asked if they wanted to play a game or if they wanted to sit next to them during story time.
But they soon learned that the twins had no desire to be with anyone else but with themselves.
And it was safe to say that Kitty was infactuated with both of them. Obsessed even.
Kitty tried time and time again to make friends with a happy go lucky personality and kindness and she was always denied friendship. The fact that they had the chance to actually be popular and well-liked by other kids even with their not-so-nice attitudes and simply chose not to? That was a phenomenon in itself.
The twins' minds were obviously a bit warped even back then, they liked to mess with other kid's heads by playing a game that consisted of others trying to guess which twin was which. They would always get it wrong. The twins would then say something mean to said kid before sending the poor kid away, crying.
Nobody was able to penetrate their bubble.
So eventually everybody just gave up and left them alone. Just like Kitty; the three of them only shared one quality and it was the fact that they were alone. But at least the twins had each other.
Kitty only watched them from afar, desire etched in her eyes as she drew them, at least one picture a day. Of them sitting. Of them eating. Of them whispering. Walking. Yawning...etc... She made stories of them confessing their love for her, claiming to not care about her weight and they both kiss her at the end of every story. Happily ever after.
She put all her crayon sketches of them in her Scooby Doo bag for safe keeping.
Once her step mom was cleaning out her messy bag as she ate a big stack of pancakes and she found the pictures, she didn't seem angry, but happy, because she thought that those were her friends at school. Though, she was disturbed by the pictures of her bullies, who were literally getting killed off in her little stories.
She had never built up any courage to go up to them because she feared them most out of all the kids in class. They were absolutely scary and intimidating, which is ironic considering Kitty was taller than them and was obviously bigger. But it wasn't like she would ever hurt them, because they were too beautiful, and she would never forgive herself if she somehow did hurt them in anyway.
They were obviously better than her in all departments, and she yearned to just be in their presence.
But alas, she could never just walk up to them and ask to be their friend, because that hasn't worked so well in the past with other kids, the twins would probably laugh in her face, because compared to them, she was absolutely pathetic. She didn't deserve to breath the same air. She didn't deserve to even look at them but she couldn't stop herself from looking. She just couldn't. They grabbed her attention on a regular, even when they weren't causing attention to themselves.
Kitty grabbed her lunchbox from her cubby for snack time, unwilling to wait to open it when she went to her seat, so she opened it as soon as she retrieved it from her bag. She was suddenly giddy because chef Nakamora had claimed to make her a special snack today. She smiled wide as she opened her lunchbox to a beautifully prepared meal of fish, white rice, some sushi, soy sauce, and a small chocolate cake.
If there was any time of the day she loved the most, it was snack time. Sure, she was chasticed by the other kids for having a bit of an abundance of food for a simple snack, but this is the time where she was truly happy and she wasn't going to let anyone take that away from her.
Kitty eyed a small yellow note on top of the wrapped up cake.
A sweet treat, for
our sweet little kitten
- Mama, Papa
Kitty giggles happily and kisses the note before folding it neatly and placing it in her pocket. She then takes a peice of the small cake with her pudgy fingers intending to pop it in her mouth and turns around to go back to her seat and enjoy the rest of her food.
Kitty was also very clumsy.
She didn't even need that bully to trip her this time because it seems that someone had left a random banana peel on the floor and she stepped square on the thing and slipped forwards onto another kid.
Actually, rather two kids.
Twins to be exact.
The clatter of desks and objects made such a commotion, it might as well had been a bomb that dropped and exploded into chaos.
Not only had Kitty landed on top of them but her beautiful meal went absolutely everywhere, all over the three of them and faintly heard the sound of collective gasps upon impact.
She had her eyes cleched shut, prepared for the pain of hitting the floor, but once she realized that when she didn't hit the hard core floor but something soft and smelled oh so good. She slowly opened her eyes and met two pairs of the same familiar, wide, golden eyes that were so close that her breath hitched.
They were even more perfect up close, than far away.
Their red hair was so soft looking and gorgeous even when it was drenched in soy sauce.
Their ivory skin seemed almost as if it was glowing, although it was speckled with pieces of rice, it nearly blinded her.
Their faces were so close to her's that their breath tickled the hairs of her face and made her shiver and tingle with something she was a bit too young for.
She gulped, unsure of how to react. She was stuck in place and couldn't move if her life depended on it. How did that saying go? A deer in headlights?
The room was so dead quiet and tense that a pin could drop and sound like a brick smashing into glass.
Kitty was in some kind of comotose state, eyes wide, absolutely startled into place. It was almost as if she were under a spell like in those fairy-tale movies. Like Cinderella.
"She's squishing us!"
The spell was broken, and she gasped upon hearing their synchronized voices, the reality of the situation bombarding the poor girl.
Their usual expressionless faces were contorted into scowls, and were directed right at her and she instantly wanted to cry at this fact; the simple weight of their glares making her seem like she was so small (no matter how unlikely that prospect is).
Kitty scrambled back so that they may breath again, and she patted at their clothes to rid them of the food coating it, attempting to diffuse the situation.
"I'm so, so sorry! I didn't see you! I didn't mean it!"
Unfortunately for her, Kitty's hands were covered in chocolate frosting due to her grabbing that piece of cake just a few seconds prior, and the frosting smudged onto their shirts making the mess worse.
They both slapped her hands away, the sting of their slaps causing her to start trembling profusely. Tears threatened to spill over, as her bottom lip quivered.
"Don't touch us!" The twin on the right commanded with a look of disgust etched on his face.
The one on the left mirrored the look. "Yeah, you've done enough!"
The one on the right, hugged the one on the left protectively as if Kitty would attack them.
"I-I didn't mean it..." Her voice was small and it sounded like she was about to cry. "I'm sorry..."
And she was. So very sorry.
"You should be sorry, little miss piggy!"
That did it.
The tears were hot as they trickled down her dirty face.
Noticing this, the twins scowled again.
"Why are you crying?..."
"...You ran into us!"
"It's your fault!"
Kitty started to sob, mucus running down her chin, her body shaking uncontrollably. She probably looked like a complete mess.
"She's trying to get us in trouble, Kaoru."
"...what a faker, pretending to cry."
"Alright, that's enough kids." The teacher finally interfered, her shadow enveloping the three of them. She knelt down and put a comforting hand on the small of the little girl's back. "Kitty, are you okay?"
"She's fine, sensei." A twin said.
"She's just being a baby." The other continued.
"I said, enough!" The teacher demanded.
They both went silent at this.
The teacher suddenly stood up. "Class finish your snack-time, We're going to step out for a moment." She motioned to herself and to the three kids on the floor, covered in food.
They hesitantly went back to their seats, wanting to see the rest of the show, but are forced to finish their snacks as their entertainment went to the hallway.
Once they were out there, the twins pounced.
"We didn't do anything!" They said.
"It was all her..!" One said pointing to Kitty.
"...She wasn't watching where she was going!"
"...Then she messed up our uniforms with her food."
"...who eats that much food anyways?"
"...a piggy does."
"Oink." They both finished, small faces that each donned a look of absolute hatred for the girl.
Kitty merely stared at them, teary-eyed and sniffling, scared to say much of anything. Even though they were small, they were scary.
"I've heard enough out of you two!" The teacher seemed absolutely fed up with them at this point. "Apologize to Kitty!"
"But she-"
"That is not the way we speak to each other, with such disrespect. How dare you speak to your fellow classmate like that? Apologize right now!"
They both crossed their arms, indicating that they weren't going to follow sensei's directions.
"Hikaru and Kaoru, if you two don't apologize to Kitty, I'm going call your mother and I'm sure she won't be happy to hear about this while she's in Jamaica."
They seemed to bristle at this.
Kitty's eyebrows furrowed as she heard this new bit of information on the twins. Their mom is...in Jamaica?
"So?"
"...We don't care."
"...and she won't either."
The teacher put her hands on her hips, frustrated with the twins noncompliance. Spoiled brats. "Well why don't we go and see if she cares?"
She swiftly grips the one of each of the twins' small hands in her adult hands and turns to Kitty. "You can go to the ladies-room Kitty, and I'll be there in a moment to help you clean up your uniform." She tightens her grip on the the boys' hands to which they flinched and started to protest her physical handling of them. "I just have to take these two bad eggs to the principles office and call their mother."
The girl's eyes widened at this as she suddenly looked to the disgruntled boys who stared back at her accusingly.
No. No, she did not want this. All these months of loving these strange, yet beautiful boys from afar, and the one time she comes across them, she manages to make them hate her in under just a few minutes.
Why did she have to be such a screw-up?
She has to fix this somehow. And fast. She has to protect them. If they get in trouble because of her, there would be no change of them liking her.
Sensei turns away to walk the two of them in the opposite direction.
"Wait!" The little girl practically screams, her voice echoing.
The teacher looked startled to say the least when she turned back, as well as the twins who stared back at her with those eyes that made her feel queasy in her lower tummy.
"It was my fault! Please don't blame them!"
The teacher's eyebrows furrowed at her outburst.
The twins looked surprised at her words before they both shared a look and quickly turned back to Kitty.
"I'll take the blame! I tripped on them, I got food all over them and I just... I'm sorry... It's my fault, so just don't blame them!"
There was a long pause.
"Kitty." Came the soft, caring tone of the teacher who looked at her with genuine sympathy. "That's not the point. They verbally harassed you in front of the class because you made a mistake. That can't go unpunished."
"Yes it can! I'm over it! I promise!"
"Kitty. That's enough, go to the ladies room."
"No!" Kitty stomped her foot on the floor to punctuate how strongly she felt about this matter, and looked to the teacher with great determination. The action probably made her look like a spoiled brat but she didn't care. They can't hate her. That wasn't an option. They have to like her...they just have to! "It's not their fault!"
"Young lady." The woman's voice was stern, void of the warmth she had a adopted just a second ago. "This is not up for discussion. Don't make me punish you too."
"We're sorry."
Their voices made both Kitty and the teacher whip their heads towards the two boys, who in question looked to Kitty with less hatred and more... Curiousity?
"We're sorry we called you piggy." One said.
"And we're sorry we embarrassed you." The other finished.
"Forgive us?" They both voiced.
Kitty's jaw dropped.
This is a dream, right? It had to be. The twins were looking at her, they were finally just looking at her, not in hatred or just a careless glance in her direction, no, they were looking into her eyes, asking her to forgive them.
Of course! Of course she'd forgive them!
She suddenly beamed at them. "Yes! Of course! Apology accepted!" She twiddled her fingers in excitement and gave the boys a toothy grin.
The teacher looked between the three children, relaying what had just occurred. The Hitachiin twins had just apologized, and Kitty had just talked back to her.
It took the teacher a moment to regain her composure. "Ah, well, I suppose if you apologized and meant it, then there is no reason for me to take you to the office..." She trailed off, still a bit dumbstruck.
She let go of the twins' hands and they immediately ran to one another joining eachother's hands in place of the teacher's.
Kitty looked between the two of them with a smile, who in turn, surveyed her with calculating looks.
It was silent for a moment.
"Sensei." One of them suddenly said, still looking at Kitty.
Sensei was jolted out of her reverie, seeming interested in what the kids were going to say next.
"Uh yes uh..." She seemed to not know which twin she was currently speaking to.
"Hikaru." He provided, with a roll of his eyes, slightly irritated at the teacher for not knowing which twin was which.
"Yes, Hikaru?"
"Can me and Kaoru go to the bathroom and clean this muck off of us?..."
"...we'd rather not walk around with it on our clothes all day."
"Sure, but come back quick, snack-time is almost over." The teacher instructed, eyeing them warily.
They said nothing in return as they walked towards Kitty, getting closer in proximity, making her heart beat ten times faster.
They suddenly stopped directly in front of her, looking expectant.
She stared back at them, heat rising to her cheeks as she stared down at the objects of her affections. Maybe this was the moment! Maybe this was the time that they would confess their undying love for her like in the movies.
"Move." They said simply.
Or not.
Her eyes widened as she quickly moves aside so they can walk down the hall and turn left into the boys bathroom. The teacher and Kitty silently watch them go. Though, one of them look back at Kitty one last time-there's no mistaking it, he looked right at her-before they both walked in, hand in hand. She wished she knew which one looked at her. It made her heart skip a beat and made her body heat rise in temperature.
This was Kitty's first meeting with the twins. She would never forget this moment. It was only the beginning.
Although Kitty's next meeting with the twins was definitely a different story.