Twincest. Just that one word is enough to make fan girls squeal and others mutter in disapproval. If I hadn't been a twin myself then I think I would have been one of those squealing. After all, it's a girl's dream for a twin to look her way, isn't it?
What those fan girls see is either an act or the twins actually in love with each other. What is often forgotten and ignored is the painful, controlling side of it. Most twins don't have this side to them and simply rely and care about each other. But the minority suffer at the hands of their one twin.
My name is Eri, and what you're about to read is my own story. The ending is not yet written and the pages are bare and torn, but one day it'll have have a happy ending, or possibly a tragic end. My fate lies in the hands of God and those around me. What they choose to do will decide my end.
My twins name is Hisoka, meaning 'reserved' and ever since our parent's death he has been just that. Although we are not identical, we share the same hair, skin and eye colour. He is about 2 inches taller than me and is rather handsome. Our eyes are a piercing blue, said to look haunting yet angelic. Our hair is dark brunette, often mistaken as black, and it contrasts with our pale skin.
Our parents died after being attacked on their way home from work. We were rich at the time and many people knew of us. The ones that attacked them had been desperate for money, starving. We were 5 at the time and despite many social workers trying to take us into care, our housekeeper and maids used some of the money from selling the mansion to buy a small cottage and insisted that they would watch over us. In the end the social workers gave up and left them to it. But slowly, one by one, the maids found boyfriends and moved out and when just the housekeeper was left the stress got too much for him and after a second heart attack, he moved away. At fourteen we were left to fend for ourselves with the money that our parents had left us and the money from the mansion. It was a lot but it was a lonely life.
I'm pretty sure that's how we ended up how we are today. With me scared to be at home and my brother obsessive and protective. And that's why I find myself running through Ouran academy. We don't attend this school but I found it was the best place to go while Hisoka was in a bad mood. The many rooms meant it took him hours to find me and although it meant my punishment would be greater, I felt peaceful in my small amount of time away from him.
"AHA! A room I haven't been in yet" I thought as I saw the sign saying "Music Room 3". Paying no attention to the six boys and one girl inside, I ran straight in and vaulted over a sofa on the other side of the room. Within seconds I heard the door open again and a familiar voice ask if a girl of my description had come in hear. After a chorus of "No, no ones here but us." Hisoka left again and I peered over the back of the chair. What I saw were four head directly in front of me. Two blondes and a pair of twins with red hair.
"Erm...Hi." I was the first to break the silence as I stood and straightened out my clothes.
"Although we have the guests at this moment, I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't use our club room for your game of hide and seek. Do you even attend this school?" A boy with glasses said not looking up from his laptop.
"Hahaha" I laughed nervously, scared that he would hand me in to my brother. " No don't attend this school, and I'm not playing any game. I'm hiding from that idiot that you thankfully got rid of."
"Why are you hiding from him? He's not the mafia is he?" The tall blonde said dramatically while grabbing hold of my shoulders. Memories flashed before my eyes as I screamed and struggled out of his grip. With a look of horror he hid behind the girl standing near the glasses guy.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scream. No he's not the mafia. He's my dumb ass twin brother." I mumbled while folding my arms defensively.
"Your twin? Why would you run from your own brother? And what are your names?" Glasses guy was talking again. Did he ever look away from that laptop?
"Long story. Our names are Eri and Hisoka Ogawa." Why did I feel like I was being interrogated? Oh wait. I was.
"Eri-chan?" A small voice came from behind me. I turned to see a small boy holding a pink plush rabbit. Usa-chan?
"Honey?" It couldn't be. I must have been imagining it. But his smile confirmed my suspicions and I was so pleased to finally see my old friend again as he leapt into my arms and hugged me tight. We hadn't seen each other since we were six. Hang on, did that mean?
"Mori?" The tall black haired man gave a smile that many would miss. Unlike Honey, he had changed a great deal. His height was defiantly different.
"Oh Eri-chan you've changed so much! You're so beautiful!" Honey exclaimed while dragging me over to the sofa I had previously vaulted over and sitting down next to me. Beautiful. It was a word I'd heard many times but never on it's own. Often it was followed by an insult of some sort. "Beautiful slut." "Beautiful liar." You name it, my brother's called me it.
"Thank you so much." I knew I was blushing at this point and I also knew that all the other boys were staring at the three of us. "You guys have changed a lot too. And have both got so handsome." I grinned only to have it vanish as the door was slammed open.
"Eri! I'm sick of you running away all the time. Come on we're going home." He took my hand and dragged me from the room but not before saying. "Her day to do what she likes is Tuesday. So you can see her tomorrow but if she comes in here any other day you are to tell me."
As I was pulled from the room I saw the guy with glasses look up at me for the first time with a look of "I know everything". And if that look was true I would finally have someone who knew my secret.