Neeeeeew Story Everyone! Oh, and I'm deleting "The Possession" because I keep getting writers block…
Well! AN OURAN HOST CLUB STORY! NICE RIGHT?!
My only warning: Total Twincest! (Later on!)
Chapter I: Prologue.
Dear Journal,
My name is Velvet France. I'm 12 years old and attend the Ouran Middle School Academy with my little Twin sister, Ivy France. Our mother, Lola France, is ironically the French owner of a bakery. It's a very popular bakery for people, like Ivy and myself, who was a knack for sweets.
But that's not what I got this Journal for. It's for Ivy and me to share our problems with people we know will not listen. For example: Our horrible excuse for a father, Giovanni France.
We're scared of him, especially Ivy. We don't like staying home alone with him. He's very abusive and thinks little of us. Sometimes, he'd touch us in places we don't want him to touch. It doesn't feel right. And if we're lucky, we sit down together and color. Like a real family would.
But that's only when he's in a really good mood. Otherwise, he'd just be really mean like before. When he drinks, it doesn't get any better.
He picks on Ivy the most. He doesn't pick on me, because I'm not timid and fretful like she can be. I go to Karate classes, too. So I can defend myself, while Ivy is just a potato chip waiting to get stepped on. Crushed by anything that over powers her.
I sometimes ask her if she likes it, why she's always doing whatever he wants. She doesn't know though. She always says the same thing over and over again.
"I'm afraid Onee-chan… What could I possibly do against him…?"
It gets me upset, to see the look on her face when she tells me this. I never know how to respond. So I just kiss her cheek and hold her in my arms. I try to calm her nerves, because she's always so shaky. She's always so cold, and I try to warm her up. It never works though.
So I promised I'd never trust a male around us ever again. I crossed my heart on it.
One day, when Giovanni wasn't home, we sat in the middle of our room, reading a book that our maid, Ellen gave us. We read together, laughing at parts that were funny, and saying 'Eeeew' to parts we found disturbing. But either way, I was happy because Ivy was feeling a lot better now.
"Onee-chan! Read this part," she said eagerly.
I wasn't much of a reader, so I looked away from my Gameboy and read.
"Girls who are good and always do right, taste like candy and see's the light…? What does that mean?"
"It means good girls are supposed to taste like candy!"
I scoffed and when back to my Pokémon. "That's stupid. Girls don't taste like candy. They taste like spit. It's common knowledge," I said matter-of-factly.
"That's not nice! You don't know that, Onee-chan!"
"Who's the smart one, here? Velvet or Ivy?"
"Fine. Wanna bet?"
"Whatever… Just don't mess up my ga-"
I remember that day. As if it happened just yesterday, when in actuality, it was years ago. I still remember her question, too.
"Onee-chan… Do I taste like candy?"
Heh… Want to know something funny?
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I set my Journal down and looked over at my Twin sister. She slept peacefully on her bed across the room, softly snoring into her own little wonderland. Laughing softly to myself, I wrote my last sentence for the night before drifting off into my own dreams.
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Up to this day, I can't bring myself to answer that question…
And that's the prologue! I know... really short... Hehehehe, twincest…
Review! For Velvet!?