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Spencers POV
We're here again, no matter how many times we do this we always end up back here. Looking around, I know it isn't that bad of a place. The people are nice and the schools are good, but it would be nice to be able to settle down somewhere, even if it is just for 50 years or something.
"So here we are, back in Japan again." Emmanual says, looking at the city from his seat on the ledge. Looking at him, I can't help but wonder exactly what he is thinking.
"Yeah, we need to keep moving so that we can look the proper age that we're supposed to be. It doesn't matter how many things we've majored in already. We'll always have to do this so that people don't become aware of what we really are." I hate seeing my brother like this, upset and distant. It shows that the moves are hard on not just me, but him as well.
We look the same on the outside, we have the same dark brown hair that looks black unless we're under the sun, and the same miss-matched crimson red and emerald green eyes that no one else seems to have. We are also the same height and weight, and we always wear the same types of dark clothing. We are mirror image twins, so it makes sense that many people mistaken my brother for me and me for my brother, but even though we look the same on the outside, our personalities are kind of different.
Emmanual stood up and turned to me, I just hope he still isn't too upset about the move. "Spencer, I still don't understand why we have to go to school again." He said, still looking down while he plays with a pebble by his foot. He looks so lost in thought, so confused about something, what could he be thinking?
"It would be suspicious not going to school at our age, even with all the money we have," I replied, "now Emmanual, we have school tomorrow morning, so we should go and at least try to get a little bit of sleep tonight, okay?" I hope I didn't come off as too demanding, I don't like telling him what we should do, even if I am his older brother by 5 minutes. I know that Emmanual doesn't like being told what to do by mom, so I feel I shouldn't tell him what to do either.
Emmanual nodded, showing that he agreed with my decision, but continued to look down and stopped playing with the pebble. Without thinking, I walked over and lifted his chin with my finger, getting a warm feeling that went all the way to my toes. Looking him in the eyes I notice that he must have had the same feeling, because he looked as surprised as I felt. While looking in his eyes I said; "Don't worry little bro, I'll be right here with you the whole time, there's nothing that can or will break us apart."
Smiling to hide my confusion, I let go of his chin and turned away, the warm feeling disappearing the second my finger leave his face. That has never happened before, what was with that feeling?
Still confused, I look out at the city. Emmanual must have felt that, I could see it in his eyes, he was surprised, he was confused, just like I was. That has never happened when we touched, why did it happen now, after all these years? I just don't understand it.
Shaking my head I turned back to my brother. "Let's go back home Emmanual." I said. When I looked at him I saw that he was ready, so we left, walking side by side to our house so that we could wait for tomorrow to begin. As we walked I smirked and though, Japan, we have arrived. Let's cause some hell.