Disclaimer:: I don't own anything except this story of mine. La Corda D'Oro, as we all know, rightfully belongs to Ms. Yuki Kure and to Koei.

Title:: "Doppelgänger"

Author:: tokiya-kun18

Beta-reader:: xxfirebubblesxx (Thanks a heap for the corrections! I owe you one! ;-D)

Fan-base:: La Corda D'Oro

Pairing:: OC/Len Tsukimori/Kahoko Hino

"I'm home," Kahoko said, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She walked into the sitting room and laid her burgundy violin case at the small table carefully before sitting on the couch and heaving a sigh. Today had been a tiring yet enjoyable day. Kahoko had practised her violin at the local park since morning, taking small breaks when needed. It was all ready late afternoon and she couldn't believe on how long she lasted. Kahoko had never practised this long -maybe a mere two hours or so- never the whole day. In fact, she surprised herself. She felt quite happy, but now, her aching muscles are killing her and that happiness soon vanished.

"Ah, welcome home, Kahoko." Her mother greeted as she appeared from the kitchen. Mrs. Hino was in her mid-forties but she almost resembled her daughter; the only difference was their hair colour. Hers was dark-brown while Kahoko had crimson- something she got from her father. In her hands was a silver tray containing two cups of tea and biscuits. She laid it down on the table gently, right beside her daughter's violin case.

Kahoko took a cup and inhaled the sweet aroma. Jasmine, she recognised and sipped the tea. Smiling in satisfaction, she put her cup back down at the crowded table. "Okaasan, what is with all the cleaning you've been doing?" Kahoko asked, eyes roaming in the room they were currently occupying. The vase was full of freshly picked flowers on another table. The white tiled floors were sparkling bright, no speck of dust evident, and Kahoko was sure her mother did a lot of scrubbing. The windows were the same as the floors- very clean, as well as the picture frames surrounding the flower vase- the magnificent designs clearly seen. Not to mention the chairs and couches they're sitting on felt like brand-new with the pillows fluffed.

Kahoko's eyes stopped at her mother's unmoving figure. Mrs. Hino merely smiled and shook her head in a playful manner. Kahoko tilted her head to one side, an elegant eyebrow raising and a frown forming her lips in confusion. "Is there something I'm missing?" she questioned, her confused and somehow curious stare unwavering from her mother. Was she missing a particular event? Unfortunately, it did seem so.

Mrs. Hino sighed, "And you were so excited last week. I can't believe you have forgotten. Kahoko, dear, have you developed some sort of short-term memory loss?"

"Of course I haven't! What makes you think I did? I take it back; please don't answer that question." The redhead pouted childishly, making the elder chuckle in amusement. "Okaasan!" she exclaimed, cheeks flaming in pure embarrassment as her mother didn't stop. Mrs. Hino found her daughter's behaviour very cute.

"Well, let me remind you then." Mrs. Hino cleared her throat, "There's a very special someone visiting us tomorrow. Oh, dear me, I used the wrong word." With this, her daughter pouted even more, much to her amusement. "What I meant was: there's someone coming over to live with us. Care to guess, my dear?"

"Someone special coming to live with us…" The redhead echoed her mother. Kahoko's eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried hard to retrieve a forgotten memory. "Do I know this 'someone', Okaasan?"

Mrs. Hino was tempted to smack her daughter's head but resisted the urge to do so as it was unnecessary- not to mention 'inappropriate'. "Yes, you do know this person. As a matter of fact, you're very close to her."

"Wait, 'her'?" The redhead jumped from her seat in surprise. A girl, she thought and suddenly her memory freshened as an image showed up. Her eyes widened and the young violinist slapped her forehead in disbelief. Of course, how could I have forgotten? She groaned, slumping back in her seat.

"It seems you finally got it," Mrs. Hino nodded to herself. She flashed her daughter a sweet smile as she picked her cup of tea up and sipped; the delicious liquid flooding her mouth. A few moments later, she put her cup down on the table and looked at the young violinist who was deep in thought. "You will be receiving a call from her any second now."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Okaa-" The redhead was cut short as her phone vibrated. She glanced suspiciously at her mother before digging in her pocket. Kahoko studied the Caller's I.D. but it merely said Restricted. Biting her lower lip nervously, she put the phone beside her ear and said, "Hello?"

"Ka~ho~ko~" The voice on the other line greeted merrily. Said girl froze. "What? Don't tell me you thought this was a ghost? My God! After so many years, why didn't you call me?" Kahoko could hear the person sigh.

Gathering up the courage to speak, the redhead answered: "I'm sorry, but who's this?"

Slap. That's the sound she received as a reply. The young violinist guessed that the person on the other side had just smacked her forehead in frustration.

"Oh, I'm so gonna kill you, Kahoko Hino when I get there!" The redhead cringed, chills running down her spine as she muttered an apology loud enough for the girl to hear.

"Ha, ha, ha! I bet you're shaking in fear, am I right, Kahoko?" The said girl nodded as she couldn't trust her voice to resurface any time soon. All colours on her face was drained as she listened to the 'mysterious caller's' voice in fear.

Mrs. Hino couldn't help but giggle at her daughter's reaction. Kahoko was being funny… and she didn't even notice. Mrs. Hino just hoped that the redhead would realise who it was soon.

"Really now, Kahoko, why wouldn't you speak?" the girl sighed, "Take a guess on who this is."

"Um… I don't know. Sorry…"

"I swear to God when I get there, I'm going to complain to Okaasan about you!"

"Uh…" Kahoko frowned before she got what the caller had just said. "Wait, did you call my mother 'okaasan'?" The young violinist gasped as realisation hit her. "Kahoru! Is that you!"

"Heavens! Finally! I was getting really pissed earlier, Kahoko!" Kahoru exclaimed.

"I can't believe it. It really is you! How have you been?"

"Fine. Good. Great. Marvellous. Not so good. Bah, you get the idea." With a thud, Kahoru said. She let her-self fall to the not-so-comfortable chair she was occupying on earlier. Kahoru had stood up while talking to Kahoko as she got frustrated at her sister's obliviousness (and somehow 'rudeness' for being forgotten. Although, she couldn't really blame her as it had been a long time).

"Are you OK?" Worriedly, Kahoko asked.

"Yep, I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle." The redhead could have sworn she could hear the girl smile.

"Where are you now?"

"In the train… I've been traveling for hours. My butt's killing me!"

"Jeez… Could you not say that?"

Mrs. Hino watched Kahoko with adoration. The way her expression changes every second was simply, well, adorable as she put it. The way the young violinist and Kahoru interacted through the line was heart-warming. Only a few more hours and they'll finally be reunited again.

"I'm sorry but I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow, then!" Kahoru said, forcing herself to hang up. She was having so much fun teasing her sister on the other line that she nearly forgot about her credit running low.

"OK. Be careful, and see you too!" With that said, Kahoko ended the call and turned to her mother who was smiling widely.

"Well, do you know now?" Mrs. Hino asked, her smile still intact.

"Yes, okaasan." The redhead's mood had lightened up after the short chat she had with her sister. She sighed in excitement as she announced to her mother, "I can't wait to see my twin again!"

Don't blame me for whatever I'm doing here. I'm just writing. X-D I wanted to read stories like this… and I don't think there are any (like this one) around here… or are there?
Well, good-night everyone. There's still school tomorrow and I have to go to bed now (lawlz, TMI).
Please review and have a nice night/day! ^ ^