Hullo. Yami no Matsuei is not mine and I really adore Matsushita-sensei's work. Enjoy!

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He was wondering about the life he lived. He had loving parents who were working oversea, a great twin brother who was totally opposite from his, girls were drooling over him and few boys and excellent academic as well as being the top kendo practitioner in his school.

He wondered why he had such a perfect normal life. The wind blew his front hair from his temple. That was when he remembered he wasn't that perfect normal kid. Since birth, he had this ability to read people's feelings. It didn't really bother when he was younger because he thought that everybody has it too but when he got older, he knew that only he possess such ability. His twin didn't have any special ability like he did. It was just his brother right eyes looked different.

He was empathy and was troubled and disturbed by it. It made him avoid people and crowded places. And so, the Kurosaki twins became the geek and the popular twins.

"I'm home!" the sandy-blond-haired boy entered his house with well-manner act. He had taught himself discipline since he got into the kendo play. "I'm home, too!" Hijiri emerged suddenly from behind him. "Well, then. Welcome home," Hisoka replied. Since only the both of them lived in the mansion all by themselves, they taught each other to be independent.

Hijiri quickly went upstairs. "I'm taking the first bath since I'm cooking tonight," he told his twin. Hisoka nodded, remembered it was Hijiri's turn to cook. After he settled in his room, he lied on his bed feeling the pain on his back.

"You've done too much work recently. Just get some rest."

He was taken aback and quickly got up. He thought he heard someone was talking…to him. He looked around trying to figure whether he in the right room. He looked at his window and it was tightly shut.

He concluded he must've been too tired from all the study and school. He sent a message via sms to Hijiri saying wake him up when dinner is prepared. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

"I told you just now. You're too tired."

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Hisoka opened his eyes to found Hijiri at the door. "Oh, you're awake already. Well, come on down. Dinner is served," he said and left the door open. Hisoka felt refreshed from the nap. But sleeping too much was no good either so he decided not to spoil himself and brought him to the dining room.

The sandy-haired blond was eating slowly and weakly. As if he was in a slow motion picture. His blue-eyed brunette twin noticed his emerald eyes were so narrow that he couldn't make out whether he was dozing or not.

"Soka-chan?" Hijiri called him.

Hisoka looked up.

"OH MY FRIGGIN' GOD! SINCE WHEN YOU GOT THOSE?" Hijiri jumped to his feet when he saw the black circle around Hisoka's eyes. "Those what?" he was puzzled. "Look at the mirror then you'll know!"

Hijiri brought a small mirror to him. "OH MY FRIGGIN' GOD! SINCE WHEN I GOT THESE?" he was so surprised that he noticed his eyes were red, too. "What were you doing these few couple of days?" Hijiri asked as he kept the mirror back to its place. Hisoka thought for a while. He almost forgot what he was doing for the last few days.

He put his knuckle under his chin. "Well, I'm involved with an innovation competition, literature quiz and few science projects," he said. Hijiri dropped his mouth then chuckled. "No wonder the panda looks. You're working your ass out and you're still 16. But that doesn't explain your lack of energy. Did you work out?" he asked. Obviously he was teasing him about his only interest in sports was kendo.

"I'm not like you. Let me finish my meal okay? After bath I'll go and sleep right away," Hisoka felt the anxiety Hijiri was having for him. Hijiri sighed as he grinned. "Fine."

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He never felt his eyes were as this heavy ever. As if they were glued together. He understood that his eyes were tired but not his brain. He kept remembering the names of the authors and the titles of the novels for the literature quiz which will be on next month.

Feeling cold, he pulled the warm blanket up to his nose. That was when he heard a giggle. He forced his eyes to open and saw a man with black suit and black cloak at the far corner of his room.

That was all he remembered. Black and something…violet?

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Well, please R&R! Flames are welcome but make it gentle…hehehe…I have a weak heart…