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Gabriel woke with a start.

He sighed and rolled over in bed.

"Hahaha!" His thirteen-year-old sister called back, shutting the door to her room on the other side of the hallway, her morning duty finished. Never missed a day since she was seven-years-old. The only reason she missed waking her seventeen-year-old brother once was because she caught the flu and could not move from her bed to attack him. Otherwise, Lyneth had made it a point to wake Gabriel up every morning at exactly 6 am in a wide variety of ways. Gabriel on the other hand felt he should be used to her annoying ritual, but it was always so sudden, all he had to say in the morning, like clock work, was, "Damn you, Lyneth!"

And of course, this followed with the voice of his mother from downstairs. "Gabriel! How many times to I even have to tell you?! Language, language! Now get down here and eat breakfast or you will be late for school!"

"Like I care!" he called back, crawling out of his bed like an inch worm and headed to his closet.

Once there, Gabriel picked out a pair of blue jeans and a white button down shirt.

It was a Monday morning, he wasn't going to even try to be creative with his clothes.

Gabriel yawned as he finished putting on his clothes and headed over to the nightstand to put on his white prescription glasses.

"And ah…The world comes into focus." Gabriel smiled at his reflection in the full-length mirror by his door and headed to the hallway; fixing a piece of his shoulder length light brown hair as he made his way downstairs. "And of course the world always likes to disappoint…"

"I can't help it," his mother said, looking down from her newspaper at the messy kitchen. "It's you two who make this mess anyhow. Why should I clean it?"

Gabriel rolled his green-gray eyes and sighed, "Mom, for the last time, it's Lyneth who cares to make such a mess."

"Oh, right…" she was not going to buy her son's excuse. "Now go finish getting ready for school and I will get you some kind of food. If there is any left…you two kids just eat too much."

"Which two?'' Gabriel inquired so kindly of his mother who scowled, "there is a third running around here somewhere."

"You and Lyneth." The woman said, adding, "Conner has a normal food intake."

"Speaking of which…" Gabriel glanced around the empty kitchen over the rims of his glasses. "Where is Connor?"

"Right here." A small voice spoke up and Gabriel turned to see his younger brother sitting at the bar stool by the center counter, a bowl of cereal at his place. "And I, unlike you, am well rested."

"You don't have to rub it in!" Gabriel yelled, hating how Lyneth hardly cared to wake up the little ten-year-old pip-squeak andlet him to his own schedule. "Is that clear?!"

Connor spooned another mouthful of Captain Crunch into his mouth and gave his mom a smile. "Mommy… Gabriel is yelling at me again…."

"I see that," she replied before remind her oldest to not yell so much at his siblings. "And now you ca-wait! Gabriel, where are you going?"

He looked over his shoulder and peered into the kitchen from the front door he was about to open. "Going."

"But you haven't eaten yet and gotten your boo-"

Connor smiled as the door shut with a slam. Great! More cereal for him!


I am finished with them… Gabriel skipped taking the bus to school, deciding to walk the three miles instead, and what if I tend to yell more than an average person? Well, I don't get average sleep. And- he stopped walking and pulled his cellphone from his pocket of his jeans. "If my mom wants an explanation, I shall give it to her. No?"

"Hello, Karri here?"

"You really should get Caller ID," Gabriel had to note once again. "Anyhow, I am calling to tell you why I tend to yell at my siblings in the morning. One. I hate having them. Two. I don't get any sleep. I go to bed at three and wake up at six. 3. And didn't the doctor tell you last time I went in for a check up that people like me who have a slower heartbeat also known as Bradycardia Arrhythmia, need good rest to avoid any of the dangers that may arise?"

"Geez… trying to run a campaign are we?" Karri was glad he finally told her some kind of logical excuse, "But, seriously, you have had siblings since you were three and you're stuck with them another two years, get over it."

Gabriel let out a long, long sigh.

She really did not get it, did she?

Siblings were always such a pain…

Like I would know…

"Mom," he continued, "do me a favour this weekend. 1. Try to see things my way and 2. Do not let Lyneth wake me up at all. Because if you do that, I will try my very best not to yell at Connor. All right?"

"Fine, you have a deal. Now, come back here and get your bag."

"I would love to, but I am a good half way to school already."

"All right." Karri hated to do this, but she knew he couldn't live without them. "I will bring them to you when I take Connor to school in half an hour."

"Thanks," Gabriel really hated to say it, but she was too nice sometimes. "See you later."

"You too. Love you."

"…Love you too." And he hung up the phone and made his way through the ever-growing sea of students, hardly caring if they stared at his messy hair as if it were a new fashion trend and headed inside where he was greeted by the person he and the whole earth could do without seeing:

Hudson.

His name was Hudson Francis Kemper the IV. (Yes, the fourth).

"And what, what, what, are you doing, walking in front of me without bowing to my presence." The young man in a suit and tie with slicked back dark brown hair asked the taller teenager as he walked through the main doors of the high school.

"Walking by without kissing your patent leather loafers." Gabriel replied, wanting to shove the kid into the trash bin and leave him there to rot. "Got a problem with that?"

"Yes, I-" A shocked look crossed Hudson (etc)'s pasty pale face. "Get back here, peasant! Where are you-" He heard someone else open the front doors of the school and continued to greet them with a brisk handshake; leaving Gabriel on his one track path to his first class, mathematics which was not a horrible disappointment.

"At least it's one of the many talents of mine…" Gabriel thought out loud, sliding into a desk in the middle of the near empty classroom. "Along with science and Spanish. But then again…high school is just generally boring… wish I were in university where you learn productive things."


Eight hours later, Gabriel was free of what he like to call, 'educational jail' and headed home to serve his parole time on pointless homework and other disasters.

"And of course…" he stared into the large and very nice kitchen from the front doorway of his house in shock. Lyneth was sitting on the counter surrounded by not three, but six boxes of cereal and, "One-three-five-seven of your friends. Touch my room and you all are dead."

Lyneth glanced over at her brother who always seemed to exasperated by life and gave him a look. "Duh… Like I would do something like that. Guys have cooties. And if you hurt me, I'll tell mom and I will make sure to wake you up at five!"

"You won't be able to do that, " Gabriel walked over to the kitchen to confront his stupid blonde sister who just seemed to dance through life- like it was some kind of fun game. "Because if I have to beat you up, You will be laying in a hospital bed for the next three weeks. Is that clear?"

"No," she grinned up at him with her most evil smile, "because, you always say that and who was it that beat you into a pulp when you were ten?"

"…You." Gabriel was never quite sure how she did it, but somehow, she had broken his arm in two places and three of his ribs that day. "So, you're right. I don't stand a chance. But you should seriously consider that Mom won't like to come home from work and seeing you eating all of this."

"And…" Lyneth waited, a glimmer in her green eyes, "Who is gonna stop me? I mean, if she doesn't see it, she won't know a thing, right?"

"Fine, whatever..."Gabriel gave up and walked over to the refrigerator for a snack of his own.


Five minutes later, he headed up stairs to his room with box of crackers and cheese to eat while he finished his never-ending stack of homework, leaving the refrigerator a little more empty.

Gabriel sat down at his desk by the window in his room, wishing that his mother would let him change the blinds to something a little nicer. Such as a fine wood to compliment his other furniture, but she thought that having nice blinds was a waste of money.

He was halfway through his history questionnaire when he heard voices outside.

He set down his pencil and glanced out the window to see a big moving truck in the driveway across the street from his house.

"And people moving in." He noted, glad it was such a cloudy day to rain on all of them. It would prove as entertainment for him since his homework was so boring. "How nice. Not. I bet Ly-oh. There she is." Gabriel watched his little sister and brother dance up to the door and knock briskly.

He watched the door open and watched what looked like a teenaged Hawaiian boy greet them.

What the hell? Gabriel thought, watching Lyneth introduce herself. What the hell is an Hawaiian doing here in Toronto, Canada? I think they will find it is hardly warm at all, but, whatever. Maybe they got tired of Luaus just like I am so tired of living here and doing school work I know is hardly relevant to my life. I was the kid who grew up reading the encyclopedia before bed. Anyhow…what dates were the Inuits given protection by the Canadian Government? Donno. Next.

Gabriel sat back in his seat and continued his work, ignoring the commotions of human beings moving into a new dwelling outside his window.


"Milo, isn't it wonderful."

Milo looked up from where he was trying to hook up the television in the living room, five hours later. "What is, Janus?'"

His younger brother pointed to a box in the corner of the dinning room that connected with the kitchen and living room. "This."

"And…" Milo wasn't sure why in the world a box was so important. "So?"

"It's the last box."

Ah… Now he understood.

Milo nodded and smiled. "Great…Janus… great…" And that is not the last box… the one to the right is… but… oh well. I'll just let him have his fun.


"Gabriel!" a voice called from downstairs, bringing him out of his studies. "Dinner!"

Great! Dinner! Gabriel spun around in his chair and headed out of his room as fast as he could. Sitting there any longer would have caused his feet to fall asleep like his head was. "I'm here." He announced, skittering into his seat at the dinning table next to Connor who would have made a comment of how excited his older brother was about dinner, but was too used to the event.

"And so…" Conner tried his hand at conversation which hardly happened at the table as his parents were always too tired to talk and his siblings were too busy eating. "What happened today? See the new neighbors?"

"Oh yes!" Lyneth nearly inhaled a whole cob of corn from where she was sitting across from him and next to Karri. "Milo's really nice. But Janus is sight-impaired. But it's cool. He's my age and will be going to school with me too. But I don't want to hang with him though because everyone would hate me for life for hanging with the blind kid. But whatev."

"Lyneth…" Evan, their father began from where he was sitting at the head of the table. "Blind people- excuse me, people who are sight-impaired are amazing people and I don't want to hear you talk about the neighbor kid that way."

"But it's true." Lyneth hardly cared, but decided to protest anyhow. "He has a cane and everything. Don't know what happened to his eyes though, maybe he was gored by a kind of crazy Hawaiian animal who likes to eat eyes. Have to ask next time."

Evan gave up and decided to ask Connor what he thought of the new neighbors.

"They're cool." Connor replied, "Milo's neat. And I don't mean to… stereotype, but Milo can juggle fire. He said he'd show ussometime when it is dark out. And Lyneth, Janus is rather nice."

"Yeah… blind guys always are. They can't tell if you're ugly, so they don't take a risk."

"And while you two argue…" Evan paused and took a sip of his evening coffee. "Gabriel, how was your day?"

"Fine." He replied, not really wanting to talk when there was a feast on his plate. "Saw the neighbors and sadly, Hudson. You know, dad, he is such a pain….I feel like he'd be the guy who drank whisky until he fell over dead. Anyhow, how as your day at the newspaper?"

"Good." Evan worked for the Toronto Times as a proofreader while their mother was the CEO of some kind of company that made a lot of confusing things such as umbrellas and yet they claimed to be a law firm. "Those writers just keep getting betterand better… but thank goodness for grammatical errors, or I would be out of the job."

Gabriel cracked a smile and picked up his fork to begin on the mashed potatoes. "Wonderful. Now pass the salt."


Author's notes:

Hello my Dear Readers,

This story here, occurs after the Winter War and everything that happened, happened. So everyone died, including Tia (even though she didn't in the original one. But the thing is when I read the manga, I didn't know she survived.) Anyhow, this story is a reincarnation story with no gender bending, (It is fun to do, but I feel like it is best this story to keep everyone in their character gender), with the one exception of Coyote Starrk and Lilynette. They are female in this story as if they were not, Tia Harribel would be the only woman and that would make me upset. I have written this story for the past month and I have just been dying to share it and I finally knew it were time.

And the 'Damn you' gag is from the Addams Family movie. If you haven't seen it, you should. It is one of my all time favorites.

Thanks for reading and Silvanoir of DeviantArt for their beautiful image called: NOT DEAD that I love, love, love!