Prologue
The rain was pelting down hard on the window. The noise drowned out by the sound of pop. The huge mansion echoed the sound throughout the mansions many rooms getting louder the further in you went.
In the large kitchen you could hear a loud mixer and a stove bubbling over and two doppelgangers arguing away.
Inoue~~
"HEY Ayyaaa don't stick your finger in the cake mix!" I yell
"Why? I'm only tasting it?" my equally blond doppelganger of a sister retorted.
"It's wrong and…. unhygienic, what if you catch some sort of virus!" I yell fake alarm in my tone.
My sister thinks a moment before saying anything.
'If I ever catch a virus, it'll be from your cooking," she says with a smirk before running for her life.
"Why YOU! How could you… im your elder I demand respect" I yell, chasing after her a wooden spoon in the air. That nerve, at least I can cook.
Aya~~
That got her angry; her cooking's not half bad honestly. It's only a joke, but she looks pretty riled up chasing after me with a wooden spoon. I turn a corner hoping to lose her only to nearly bump into a load of washing with legs. I skid to a halt hoping to avoid a collision. That hope was short lived as I fall straight into one of our maids hauling the washing.
A loud crash resonates around the house, and I'm lying on the ground covered by mounds of clean clothes. My new found laziness is short lived as I'm pulled up by a pair of arms.
"You shouldn't be running around the house, it's dangerous. You could have gotten badly injured."
Standing in front of me is Lilly one of our maids. She's quite young, just older than Inoue and I. She's quite pretty, with lovely chocolate brown hair and doe eyes; she should be one of mum's models.
"Sorry Lilly, I'll help you pick this up.' Guilt rolls over me as I start picking up the clothing scattered over the marble floor.
Around half way through Inoue appears but seeing the lack of conversation resorts to picking up clothes with us. When all the clothes have been picked up I apologise again before walking back to the kitchen
Inoue~~
Aya's been really quiet for a while. She hasn't said a word, which is weird for us. So I start up a little conversation.
"You didn't mean what you said about the food," I say playfully nudging her.
"Don't hold your breath sis," her reply's just as playful.
Once we reach the kitchen again I smell something, something very bad. Scratch that, very very bad.
The chocolate fudge I left on the stove to cook later is burning, and smoke is going everywhere. Aya stands stock still in shock while I run for the window. I struggle holding my breath as I unlock the clasp that holds it down and the smoke is slowly pulled out the window. Meanwhile, Aya has recovered from her shock and donned a pair of ovenmitts and picked the pot up and tossed it in the trash. We finally exhale before slouching onto the floor next to the counter.
"That was close," I all but breathe out
"Too close," my twin corrects.
Some clicks are heard coming from the direction of the kitchen entrance. It seems the smell didn't go unnoticed as we had silently prayed.
"What is that smell?" A feminine voice calls out.
"Errrr…" We are going to have a hard time explaining this.
The smell of perfume wafts to our noses and the clicks get louder. They stop abruptly before we see the shoes that make them.
Our mother, the CEO of the Nakahara modelling and Cosmetics company stands in front of us. Her hair is even blonder than ours and curled and pinned neatly in a half up-do. She's wearing a lovely cherry red dress that all but falls over her expanding stomach. The sleeves reach her hands and are laced at the opening, this impeccably paired with lovely red heels, shows her sense in style. Her makeup is simple and elegant. She smiles down on us carefully trying to mask her worry.
"Care to explain?" She is too sweet, to the point that we crumble.
"I burnt something." The confession leaves my lips, and I look up.
"I teased her." Aya confesses.
I give Aya a big sisterly hug. Our mother smiles before getting to the point.
"We have a Christmas party, you two need to get changed and get ready. Dads coming home from his business trip and he's bringing guests."
'Okay." We mumble before getting to our feet and walking towards the kitchens entrance.
We walk up the giant stairs to the accommodation level where rows of rooms are are furnished and unused. We walk past them all and come to one room with double doors, pushing it open we both separate looking for suitable dresses and heels.
Aya~~
I go through my ginormous closet almost identical to my twin. While we're both sixteen our parents still think it's cute that we wear similar clothing. After choosing a red empire waisted dress with layers of tulles going down to my knee, I go to the bathroom on my side of the room. Inoue and I have sides of the room because at one stage we wouldn't stop fighting over what was whose, that stage was pretty long and we never grew out of it.
I take a deep breath as I step out of the shower the cold air hitting my skin and goose bumps rise. Pulling my dress on I dry my hair before straightening then re-curling them into a half up-do similar to mums adding some bells into the mx to give off a Christmas feel. I walk out of the bathroom and slip on some red velvet four inch Mary Janes, boosting my height.
I see my sister in a red empire waist dress that goes down just above the floor this has a bead embroidered belt, and she's wearing the same shoes as me. Her hair is down in loose curls and she's wearing bell earrings and a snowflake necklace. She's staring down at her phone. Her mouth pulled down into a frown. I walk over and glance over her shoulder. Instead she gives me her phone.
"Our friends... are ditching us" she all but growls.
Typical they all ditch us. They tell us we are too showy with our wealth, or stubborn. Lots of excuses, but we are used to it. They all ditch us in the end. Besides, that's what's great about being born twins we might not have anyone else but we have each other. I have to hand it to them they stayed with us for four months.
"Its not like we need them," I smile at my sister, unlike me she likes having friends. "Am I right?"
'Yeah, but what are we meant to do now?" she asks exasperatedly sitting on our shared bed.
"Good point, we can't go to school friendless," I state. "We have two weeks to think about it anyway,"
'Yeah," she smiles up at me, her white teeth glistening.
There's a knock at the door before Lily walks in. Her maids uniform covered by an apron, you can smell her delicious food on her.
"The guests have arrived and your father's home." She just bows and walks out.
I still feel guilty about knocking her over. But understands what she wants us to do. I pick up my identical touch phone before linking hands with my sister and walking through the door.
Inoue~~
As we walk down the stairs I watch my sister's hair bounce before halting us both at the sound of chatter.
We can hear the adults talking and laughing. It seems less business like than I expected. We continue to walk down reaching the last step before arms rap around our shoulders to pull us down the last step. Our father smells strongly of his cologne his suit crinkles as we hug him back.
"Dad your back!" I speak into his suit.
"You didn't think I'd miss Christmas did you?" He chuckles out.
We just hug him more to show how much we really missed him. As he breaks the embrace we get to see his face for the first time in three months. His golden hair is spiked childishly and you can see the start of stubble on his cheeks.
We're ushered towards the study, where our guests are seated they stand and we bow in respect. There are many family friends around; none of them seem to have aged at all. There's only one new face. A woman's, she has gingery hair and a curvy physique. She smiles at our stares,s he's absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello girls, I'm a business partner and old friend of you mothers." She smiles even wider.
"Hello," we stammer smiling back.
We take a seat near the back of the plush room. Its soft and a little less noticeable to the eye location wise."
~~Time Skip~~
We sit playing with our phones, sometimes muttering to each other or cracking a humorous joke . We had a loose grasp on what was happening around us. When I look up I'm met with ginger eyes the same colour as their owner's hair. A smile plays on her lips as I nudge my sister.
She looks up startled at first but its short lived. We stare at her it feels like she's intruding on our privacy, something not everyone has the power to do to us. The silence is broken by our mother announcing dinner.
Just like the study the dinner hall is full of chatter until the food arrives. They say you can tell the food is good when everyone stops talking, and it sure is true. There's a colourful assortment of foods, from seafood, to vegetarian anything you could wish for. But the desert is the best part. Caramel puddings, Christmas pudding, cakes, fruit salad. Anything a person could want, its all to die for.
~~Time Skip~~
Aya~~
Dinner was great I definitely can't complain. We see the guests leave, smiling and waving at them as they leave.
Someone taps our shoulders and we turn around to see the ginger haired lady and our two parents sanding there. I have to say there's something mysterious about this woman. But my train of thoughts are cut off by my parents.
"Inoue, Aya we want to talk to you," my mother said smiling.
They start walking away with the lady obviously asking us to follow them, and we do. We arrive at the living room and take a seat. My dress flare around me and I play with it before looking up.
"We found out that you have some trouble at school," father starts
"Trouble?" we say shocked.
"Yes, with your friends and it's been going on for a while," mother cuts in.
"And so we thought that maybe you should move schools," dad says "Well to be more exact… move houses too."
"What we're saying is that we…" mum trails off again.
But then our guest begins to speak. "Your parents are wondering if you'd like to move to Japan and go to a prestigious school." She says.
Our jaws slacken and I wouldn't be surprised if my mouth was wide open.
"Would you like to go to Ouran Academy, to Japan, and start a new?" our parents say in sync.
I'm pretty sure my sister and I both were smiling. This is what we needed, a new scene. It's not like we're going to miss anyone anyway.
"What do you say?" the newcomer smiles.
"Yes."