Disclaimer: I would own Prince of Persia if Disney hadn't beat me to it, but alas, I am but a brilliant writer with ideas, and no ownership of the movie.

I'm always reading stories about Dastan and Tamina, or Dastan and an OC, or Garsiv and Dastan ( you get my point…). But as I was reading through these amazing stories, I thought, what if a low tolerant, mighty Persian warrior and Prince, had a twin? Hmmmmmmm…? Reviews my reading minions!

-This series has been discontinued, BUT- please go to my profile for more info.-

"Garsiv? Garsiv, where are you?" Kaynaz had been looking for Garsiv for nearly two hours now, and she was tempted to leave him in god knows what place he might be hiding in the palace. This is usually how things would go. Garsiv would lose his temper with Kaynaz, they would get into a fight, and by fighting dirty, Kaynaz would win. Or, when they got caught and Garsiv would get in trouble since he was the male and "he should know better". Then as usual, Garsiv would go stomp off to some hiding spot, and wouldn't come out for hours. I guess that it doesn't make sense right now to saying that Kaynaz was even bothering to look for him, but alas, class was today. Something the king wouldn't be too pleased with if one of his sons were to skip it. So here she was, making a fool of herself by shouting around an endless palace like a servant, looking for her twin. Embarrassing.

"Garsiv? I swear that when I find you I'm going to kick your little royal-"

"Kaynaz? What in gods name are you shouting about?" Uncle Nizam inquired. Kaynaz blinked at her uncle with her wide hazel eyes. Busted. Feeling her face turn white, she scrambled for in an excuse.

"I uh, was trying to find Garsiv, a-a-and uh, a-ask him… if he wanted to help me brush Nakima's mane! Yes, that was it!" she grinned maniacally. Uncle Nizam sighed at his nieces normally abnormal behavior.

"Strange child," he muttered before turning on his heal and striding off, leaving Kaynaz to find Garsiv's hiding place. Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour, quarter to nine.

"Garsiv! You're going to get us both in trouble!" she cried, defeat and bored. Feeling hungry, she went into the kitchen to grab a pomegranate. Instead of walking in and out with her easy plan, she found herself colliding with a body and falling on the hard floor.

"Stupid servant!" she yelled, rubbing her forehead where she had collided with the other person.

"What are you doing here?" Kaynaz looked up at the recognition of the voice. As her confusion passed, she screamed and leapt on top of Garsiv, pinning him down with her weight.

"Where have you been?" she hissed. Of all the places she had looked, and here he was, snacking in the kitchen. Garsiv blinked before attempting to get up, but his twin would have non of it.

"I was hungry, now get off of me!" he whined. Flabbergasted, she placed her hand on his shoulders and pushed him into the floor.

"I've been looking for you for almost three hours now like a servant! You don't bother to tell anyone where you're going or where you are, andyou're skipping classes! I had to lie to Uncle Nizam so you wouldn't be punished, and it felt horrible!" Garsiv starred blankly into her eyes. Kaynaz waited for a response, and when she got none, she shook him slightly out of his little daydream.

"Well?" she pressed. Garsiv shrugged under the pressure on his forearms and shoulders.

"Why do you care so much? You could have just told Uncle Nizam I was skipping classes. Why did you lie?" For a boy, he really was clueless, she thought to herself.

"Because as annoying as you are, you still my baby brother."

"By five minutes!" Garsiv cried, continuing to struggle. Kaynaz gave him her motherly look and released him.

"Now, how are we going to get back to class without getting into trouble?" he asked as they walked towards the tutoring room. Kaynaz gave him her meanest smile.

"Well, I don't know how you will be getting in unpunished, but I was sent for you. I have an excuse, a reasonable one too."

"What?" he gasped, "What about being you little brother and caring for me and what not!"

"I never said anything about caring. For all you know, I could have just left you to your food and wandered around the palace saying that you were nowhere to be found," she grinned. And with that, she walked into the classroom leaving a red faced Garsiv standing outside the curtains. God, he really hated her at times!