Disclaimer: I don't own PoT but all of the OCs are completely (albeit insanely) mine.
Tezuka's little sister is moving back to Japan permanently. Feisty, sarcastic and complicated, has Ryoma Echizen finally met his match? With such fiery personalities involved, will sparks fly or will someone just get burned?
PROLOGUE
I'm a runner. They say people run away because they want to escape. I run away. To escape? Not really. You can change your location as many times as you want but I doubt geography will make any difference. Not when what you're running away from yourself.
Airport security everywhere should be worried and I mean really worried. JFK prides itself on being one of the most secure airports in the world and I'm pretty sure Narita do not parade around the fact that they let bombs pass through their airport. Okay, I did not carry a bomb all the way from NYC to Tokyo but I think the fact that I got out from the airport without arousing suspicion should really make these airports think twice about whether or not they have let any terrorists passed through. Before you get any ideas though, I'm not a terrorist. I'm just a 14 year old girl. Too bad they didn't notice.
This wig is very itchy. It's supposed to be "of superior quality" seeing as it cost me 800 bucks. Yeah well, it did look as if it's my own hair but damn you'd have thought an 800 dollar couture wig would be much more comfortable. I should've gotten my own hair cut exactly like Kyle's but the coloring would be a problem. See, I got this flaming red hair and Kyle's is light brown. I could find the exact same shade as his but it'd be useless because the red genes in my hair are so potent any other artificial coloring would only last a week, tops. And I need more than a week.
My flight arrived 30 minutes earlier than expected. I don't wanna call my brother to pick me up just yet. I need the extra half hour to compose myself and trick him into believing I'm his other sibling. His younger brother, in fact. Tricking airport security is easy peasy. Tricking my brother with an IQ of 183 and keen instincts is another story. It's not that I haven't done this (pretending to be my twin brother) before. I've don light brown wigs and blue contacts, wrapped my barely-there breasts in tight bind and lowered my voice countless times before. But this time it's different. Just one day though. Just one day. Then I can take off this itchy wig and act if nothing happened. After all, if there's one thing I inherited from my family, it's the ability to lie through our teeth.
-A/N: Hi guys! This is my first ever fan fiction so I'm very sorry for the sucky summary. I'd like to know what you think though, so I hope you review I swear, the first chapter will be better so I hope you continue reading my story.