"French"

"English"

"Japanese"

Thoughts in French

Thoughts in Japanese

…You may be asking why I'm bothering with the 'thoughts' distinction. My main OC and some others I've made are French. Thus, they would think in a different language than the canons, right? I'm just kind of persnickety with things like that that.

Note: A rolltainer (as I'm using the word) is basically a foldable metal thing with the same principle behind it as a cart in a grocery store. It holds things and rolls them to other places. Three foldable sides, and the bottom, are metal, and the fourth side is mesh used to hold things in before you stock them up in stores. Also can be used to hold empty cardboard boxes prior to recycling them.

This is my first work of FanFiction; I hope you all enjoy it.

"Ugh. Today's been so fucking boring so far." Abel Sinclair complained while slouching over the register. He was currently working at the local dollar store. Not a crazy popular place, but they had plenty of regulars. Today any of the usual faces seemed to be staying at home, so the teen was stuck either stocking, stacking the empty cardboard boxes, or standing around on 'idle'. He hated idle days. He liked to move. That said, he liked to move with purpose. Randomly running around the store just because he had nothing better to do would probably get him fired. Stupid fat fuck who owned the place didn't have a lot of patience. There was nothing Abel would like to do more than take his face and run it through the concrete…he wasn't stupid though. He liked his job for reasons that escaped him and wasn't about to get himself fired just because his boss was a prick. Still, it was fun to think about. He was broken from his homicidal fantasies by a familiar, condescending chuckle. His brother's chuckle.

"Well, what did you expect Abel? Everyone's going to watch the American football game today." Abel rolled his eyes at that, what was so freakin' great about football?

"Whoop-de-freakin'-do. A guy throws a ball and everyone else smacks into each other randomly. What are we, twelve?" Cain chuckled that same damn chuckle, shaking his head as he stacked some empty and now flattened boxes before putting them with the others.

"I think that's over simplifying it a bit, Abe. Besides, it's our team that's playing today!" Ah, their team. The Deimon Devil Bats. "Maybe we should get someone to cover our shifts and go catch the end…?" The elder of the pair offered with a shrug.

"We've only been going to that school for like, three days. I'm not sticking my neck out. Besides, doesn't that team like really suck eggs or somethin'?" Abel then moved from the counter to help his brother move some of the heavier over-stocked boxes back onto the rolltainer, since he probably couldn't move them all by himself considering his arm...at least Abel thought so. While they were twins, they were different in many ways. One of them was the fact that Cain had been born without a left arm. He was still capable of doing everything and more that everyone else could thanks to the prosthetic he had, but the younger of the two often worried about him needlessly despite his constant backtalk and insults that made people think the younger didn't care.

"Oh no, it seems they've gotten very good this year. They've got a new ace called 'Eyeshield 21' and added a lot of new members. Today they're playing the Kyoshin Poseidons! It could be fun, Abel! Three weeks and all you've done is work and hit night clubs…time for something that's both fun and doesn't make our parents wish they hadn't let you get your own apartment. Besides, weren't you just complaining about how boring it is here?" The elder said with a grin, just teasing the other but apparently keen on going despite his brother's protests.

"If you want to go so bad, go by yourself."

"That wouldn't be as fun, besides your Japanese is better than mine and we carpool to work. Come on, let's go support our school and immerse ourselves in the local culture!"

"Local culture? We're in Japan. It's American football."

"All right, our culture then."

"We're French." At that, Cain scowled, crossing his arms and standing up straight.

"Abel, come on, no one's coming in today, and we could use some brotherly bonding time." The younger raised a brow, looking bored. He didn't mention that what his brother just said was the start of so many bad twincest porn stories and comics. After all, Cain meant well enough. …Plus he didn't want Cain to wonder exactly why Abel looked at things like that. Not that he did, it just seemed like the way they would start. Some corny line and suddenly feuding brothers are all over each other. Realizing he was getting off track and the silence had turned awkward, at least on his end, he decided to answer. The hopeful look on his big brother's face made him feel like he had to say yes anyway.

"…Fine. Whatever. But you're paying for the tickets!" Cain smiled, and then bounded off to talk to their manager about letting them off early. The teen sighed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back against the counter as the bells the owner hung above the doors jingling as someone came in. With an annoyed grunt he opened his eyes, crossed his arms, and raised one leg so his knee stuck out as he looked to see who had the nerve to disturb his personal universe right when he was about to clock out and go somewhere with his much loved-and-hated twin brother. It was actually two people, a hot black haired girl wearing tight jeans and a low cut top that showed her midriff. She had chocolate brown eyes and a flirty demeanor, and way too much makeup. As Abel was openly gay (well, bi really but most girls just got on his nerves to the point where any boner immediately died so he might as well be gay), he didn't care for her sex appeal or her annoying giggle. She was with a guy, a tan, tall, and completely ripped guy who would be pretty drool worthy if it wasn't for the slouchy clothes and superior attitude that just seemed to ooze from his pores. I mean who wears sports goggles out on a casual trip to a dollar store with some dolled up strumpet acting like some big shot? And what the heck's up with those dreads? The currently less than friendly male raised a brow and gave them an obvious once-over as the girl glanced around the shop. He could feel the guy's eyes on him, so he stared back. When the other didn't speak, just kind of sneered and shoved his hands in his pockets, he decided to initiate a conversation of some sort. Well, his annoyance and impatience did, anyway. "'Sup, homeboy?"

Agon had been practically dragged to the little store by the latest in a long line of his women, which was a feat that would amaze most, until they heard how she'd gotten him to go. 'Oh, Agon, honey, I forgot to take my birth control today, would you mind stopping at that store for some condoms?' Normally he would just ditch the girl, named Ayame, in question and move onto some other girl, but he was feeling kind of hungry. So he figured he'd pop in, have the chick buy him something, and then get down to the whole reason he bothered coming out with this girl to begin with…getting down.

They walked in together, and they both looked at the guy at the register as the bells above the door rang. Ayame didn't give him so much as a second glance before she'd run off to find condoms and whatever the hell else she might have wanted while she was there. Agon however looked him over, his first instinct to feel surprised that he'd bothered looking over a guy after realizing said person was a guy, but as he continued his look over him the surprise faded into the background.

He wasn't exactly a man's man, so the football player decided to chalk up his second look to the other's androgyny. The guy wasn't built like he was, but still had muscle. He was slender, like a marathon runner or maybe it was yoga or some of the other dumb exercises that their coach Sendoda always tried to shove down their throats. His clothing wasn't exactly flattering, a collared yellow shirt with black slacks, a box cutter snapped onto his belt and a nametag clamped onto his shirt. He didn't bother reading the tag; 'trash' would suit him as well as anybody else. He was pale, with long hair tied up in a loose bun. Some loose strands fell into his face and accented his eyes. They were an odd color, sort of a navy blue-grey. Speaking of odd colors, his hair fit that category. It wasn't quite white, but this sort of light, cream color. Like slightly burnt marshmallows or vanilla whipped topping. What is this guy, some living faggoty ice cream treat? He sneered at his own inward joke and slipped his hands in his pockets as he glanced to see where his latest lady friend had gone to when he heard the other speak.

"'Sup, homeboy?"

"Hunh?"

Agon's head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the intended insult, or maybe just ignorance on the slender male's part, he didn't know. He didn't care either. He stood up straight, head lolling to one side lazily as he regarded the trash who'd dared to say anything the slightest bit disrespectful to him, Agon Kongo. He was practically a god! Everyone in the area knew about him, and if this guy thought he could get some easy street cred by messing with him, he was wrong. However, looking at him, he seemed too…calm.

He was perfectly relaxed, nothing tense in his face or posture, though his expression seemed a bit…annoyed? Really? The guy says something insulting to someone else and he's the one who's annoyed? He was about to grab the guy's arm when the newfound silence was interrupted by two people.

"Abel!" "Agon!" The pair, who seemed as oblivious to the rage that was brewing in Agon as the offender, came up to them with happy smiles. Ayame wrapped her arms around the one he had planned to grab that creamy trash with, pressing her perfumed body close to his as she giggled. "I fooooound some…" She smiled slyly up at him, though his attention was on the two guys behind the register now.

"I asked Mr. Ishiro if we could take the afternoon off, and he said that was fine since business was so slow today. He might even close early."

"Great, we'll leave once these flakes get their shit together and check out."

"You can be pretty mean, Abel. They are customers, aren't they?"

"Well dread head keeps staring at me and the chick's giving me a headache with her god-awful perfume. Excuse me for wanting them out!"

Agon couldn't understand what the pair were saying to each other, which both intrigued and infuriated him. Though it wasn't like he cared about what they were talking about, that he wanted to know exactly why the cream puff was starting to get snappy with the other guy. He just didn't like when people could do things he couldn't, he was the best after all. Still, there was something about the pair that made him feel a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. They looked pretty similar. The second one to come up was taller than the marshmallow, or Abel now that he thought about it. He glanced at the taller one's name tag. Cain. Cain was taller than Agon was, while Abel was shorter than him. Cain had more muscle, but had the same basic body type as the other. His eyes were a lighter blue, no trace of grey. His skin was fairer than most but not as pale as his counterpart. The taller male had shorter hair than his coworker but there was no denying that the weird color was similar to Abel's. Very similar. Their faces were similar too, the bone structure and all, though Cain had more of a longer yet childishly rounded face compared to Abel's sharper features.

"Hey, you guys twins or something?" He wasn't sure why he asked the question, knew he was thinking it but didn't know it had flown from his mouth until the pair looked at him, one with curiosity and one with irritation. Apparently he was interrupting an important conversation, which irked him more than his accidental slip of the tongue.

"Oh of course not, there are just so many of us blonde haired foreigners around that there's no way we could possibly be related." The pricklier one quipped without much patience in his tone. That made Agon snarl.

"It was just a fucking question, trash. Forget it." Without a word to his flavor of the day, Ayame, he stomped off to find something to eat and drink, eternally thankful he hadn't blurted out something else he had been thinking in reply to the cream puff's snarky retort. Your hair's not blonde, it's more like vanilla or marshmallows or something else tasty. He would have had to break their skulls in so they wouldn't remember him saying something like that. It was the truth, but it sounded too gay for him to actually voice. He hit the snack aisle, though he didn't see anything there that was particularly appealing. The genius grunted, and then turned to look somewhere else when he saw him down at the end of the aisle. "What the fuck, are you stalking me or something faggot?" The words once again left his mouth before he could think them over, but it didn't seem to faze the other one damn bit as he just stared, eyes cold and arms crossed as he raised a brow.

"Don't flatter yourself, dude. You're not my type." Agon rolled his eyes before he walked past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder enough to make him stagger back as he walked.

"Sorry I'm not fruity enough for you, cream puff."

"Really? I would've thought you wouldn't care about some guy at the register considering the arm candy you let drag you in here." Once again, the sports star didn't think before replying.

"She didn't drag me in here, she just– Why the fuck are you following me around, trash?" He snapped halfway through his defense, grabbing a soda from the cooler, eyes narrowed threateningly at the increasingly annoying male.

"'Cause you look like you're gonna steal something." …It was truer than Unsui or his teammates liked to admit, Agon dressed casual but mixed with his goggles and dreads most store staff thought he'd take something…probably wouldn't say anything if he did either. But this guy? This little fluff ball of a man was going to keep him from stealing something? More to the point, had no problem telling someone he suspected was willing to break the law he didn't trust him? He simply grunted as he walked to the front, the marshmallow just a couple of steps behind him.

By the time they got to the counter, Ayame had disappeared, along with the other guy. Behind him, Agon heard Abel sigh with exaggerated annoyance as he slid past the utility player and to the register, clicking at some buttons. They waited a solid two minutes before they both got too annoyed to stand it.

"CAIN!" "CHICK!" They both locked eyes, and Abel blinked a few times in surprise.

"Do you not even know that smog cloud of unholy fragrance's name?" Agon blinked as he processed who he was talking about, then snorted, sticking his hands in his pockets again.

"Tch, that's none of your business, trash." The shorter teen's face broke into a grin and he chuckled.

"That's a no then, huh? Well whatever." He rung up the soda and handed it back to him, knowing he probably didn't intend to pay for it himself. I mean judging by those street clothes if you'd hung him by his ankles not even lint would fall out. Nodding to himself, he then grabbed a soda himself and rang it up along with Agon's, then popped it open and took a swig. "You don't care, right? Not like you were going to pay for yours either."

The taller of the two was taken back by Abel's casual use of his lady 'friend' and simply shook his head slowly as the two drank their mooched sodas. Still waiting. He wasn't sure where Ayame had darted off to in the thirty seconds he had been gone. He also wasn't sure why he was waiting for her.

"Yeah."

"Hn?" The genius glanced back at Abel at the sudden agreement to nothing. Maybe his marshmallow head was melting from the lighting?

"To your twin question earlier. Cain's older than me. Why'd you ask anyway?" Agon snorted, turning so his back was to the slender male and leaned against the counter.

"Just curious. You both have that same freakish hair color."

"What's so freakish about being blonde?"

"You're not fucking blonde so quit saying that!"

"Dude, why do you care what I say my hair is?"

"I don't!" He snapped, crossing his arms as he saw his current exploit scuttle towards him with some things she was going to buy. She apologized for the wait, winked at him, but Agon wasn't paying strict attention to her. He moved from the counter and watched Abel as he rung them up, gave her back her change. Saw him smirk and quirk a brow in his direction when she asked the football player if he'd gotten two sodas while she was gone. "…Yeah." It wasn't like he covered for Abel because he cared and didn't want the girl to fuss at him and get a manager involved. It wasn't that he was curious about the cream puff and his similar attitude. It wasn't because he was a second born twin as well. He just felt like it. Like the man said, it wasn't his money that was being used.

It was at that moment that Cain ran in with a jacket and keys. "Abel! I put all the empty rolltainers in the back before I grabbed my stuff, sorry if you had to wait." He paused, and then smiled at the customers. "Oh, hello there. Abel, you should speak in Japanese so they don't think we're bad mouthing them."

"Whatever. If we can go now we should, they're already done shopping." Abel yawned and stretched before pulling away and heading to the door.

"Alright! I hope we don't miss the whole thing, I love football! Go Deimon Devil Bats!" The last few words rang in Agon's ear as he and the chick he was with left in front of the two, and he stopped in his tracks to watch them get in their car. He couldn't hear what they said after that, didn't care about it either. So what, they weren't that special. So they were twins, the only other ones he'd ever met outside of himself and his brother. So what if he and Abel were alike, in more than just birth order. So what if they liked football. So what if they were from Deimon, the same school as those other fucking trashes. It's not like it mattered to him, Agon Kongo, sports star with god-speed impulses.

"Hey Agon, sweetie, want to catch a movie?" He grunted, then slid into the driver's seat of the chick's car. The 'sweetie' in question then proceeded to drive off without her. "AGON YOU ASSHOLE!" The genius didn't hear her, well, pretended not to anyway, just kept on driving. Suddenly his phone went off and was at his ear before the second ring.

"Yeah?"

"Agon, where are you? You're missing practice again!" His own twin was on the other end of the line, and he pictured Cain beside Unsui. They seemed pretty different, at least to him. Then again, he didn't know Cain that well. Didn't know the marshmallow trash brothers at all, really. Then again, he didn't really care.

"I'm on my way to the Deimon game."