Seeing as how my sister and I are twins, we're used to being mixed up. We have the same scary-as-hell indigo eyes, the same pale skin, the same white-silver hair, the same average body type, and the same voice. Literally, we can talk in sequence over the phone and no one notices.

I'm Torui Himari; she's Corio Himari… or am I Corio? It's not like it matters. We live life pretty much attached to each other, only noticing what we have to, only living for us. Our mother pretends we're one person, so we ignore her, our father pretends we're boys, so we ignore him. We only need each other.

Or at least that was my method of though until she came along. I don't mean "she" in a bad way, not like an evil step mother or some garbage like that. She is our newest addition to our world. Whom we only met hours ago.

Corio looks at me from her side of our bed. "How, could she tell, I can barely tell, and I'm me!" She sounds frustrated, but I know it's her way of showing excitement.

I smile at her, the sugar to her spice. "She must be an angel, Cori. She looks like an angel to me." I reassure my sister. We hold hands and smile happily at each other.

"You and your angel stories, Tori." She mutters. "This time… I might believe you." We lean forward until our foreheads touch.

.:A different perspective during this moment in time:.

"It's late, Lollipop." An elderly woman tells me, my employer Mrs. Yemito. "You should go home."

I smile brightly at her. "I'm okay, Yemito-sama." I tell her cheerfully. "I can lock up for you, I have my key right here!" I show her my necklace; which is covered in all things, keys, pop-tabs, charms, you name it. "You should go home, I'm sure you're dog is hungry by now, it's almost 10:00!"

She smiles at me and nods. "See you tomorrow then, Akuma-san." She says.

"I keep telling you to call me Aki!" I yell after her, hearing a chuckle before the bell on the door rings.

I stoop down and start picking up books. Yeah, I work in a bookshop; I'm a huge nerd, whatever. I put them back in order on the shelves and grab a broom off the wall. I lean on the broom and sigh. I can work late like this because I don't have anyone… anything, to go home to. A twinge of sadness shudders through my body before I smile and shake it off. I like to work, anyways! It's not a huge deal, I'm happy to help. I really do like to work.

Bring-ring-ring. The door opens up, letting some of the crisp autumn air into the shop. A customer this late at night? I think, holding the broom defensively.

"Hello?" I hear a female voice ring out. My heart skips a beat, a pretty voice I've never heard before.

"Hey!" I say and walk out from behind the bookcase. The girl jumps a little when she see's me. She has big brown doe-eyes, and gorgeous long brown hair. She's wearing a cute pink sweater and long skirt perfect for a flat-cheasted girl like her… that sounded offensive… never mind she's as cute as a button anyways. "We're sorta closed, but can I help you with something?"

She smiles cutely at me. "I'm looking for an old copy of a book called-'The Words of Right.'" (A/N: Not an actual book, sorry.)

I tap my finger on my chin and ponder for a minute. "I know we had a copy when we opened up this morning!" I assure her. "Wait here, I'll try and dig it out."

The girl smiles at me so cutely my heart skips three beats. "Thank you, I just hope it's not too much trouble."

Fueled by cuteness, I run to the correct shelf. I start tracing my finger over the spines of the books lined up in exact order. Then I find a thick leather-back book with golden lettering that says 'The Words of Right'. "Got it!" I shout. "I got it!" I skip back to her, excitedly.

She's smiling at me and then gasps down to the book. "I can't afford that!" She gasps. "That's an original copy from god-knows when!"

I blink at her, cuteness factor now 2 skipped heart-beats, and then smile. "I'll buy it for you." I say.

She tilts her head at me. "You have that kind of money?" She asks me with her impossibly large eyes widened.

I laugh. "Yeah, just take good care of it." I say. She nods eagerly, but a light shines from outside the windows for a split second. "Looks like a-" I'm cut off by a tremendous amount of thunder.

The girl's widened impossibly wide brown eyes nearly pop out of her skull. She shrieks and jumps forward, right into me. Her has a tight grip on the book and I catch her with ease. "Are you alright!" I ask her/ shout at her.

"I-I-I'm s-scared of t-thunder." She stutters.

I immediately understand, and hug her close to me. "Got it, we should get you home before the storm get's any worse!"

I pull her with me to the back room, and grab my umbrella, heavy jacket, and more importantly my iPod. "Now let's get you all fixed up!" I say cheerfully, pulling my jacket onto her and buttoning it up. "I'm Akuma, but you can call me Aki-chan!" I introduce myself and start messing with my iPod.

She's looking at me like I have three heads. "I'm Haruhi. T-thank you, so much." She says as I begin to put my headphones over her glossy brown hair. I begin to play "Paralyzer" and she smiles.

I give her a thumbs-up and we walk outside of the room, back into the front shop. "No prob." I mutter to myself. A flash of lightning enters the room, fallowed by a crack of thunder that I'm positive Haruhi can't hear, but she still jumps at the lighting. I sigh, taking off her headphones for a little so I can ask her. "Where do you live?" I put the headphones back on before any more lightning can strike.

She answers loudly "In the big pink-white apartment on the corner of-" I cut her off with a nod, I know the place.

I pull the hood down over her eyes, just in time for another strike of lightning. It's raining hard outside, I look down at my outfit. Jean-shorts and a black tang-top… I like it cold, so even though it's autumn I wear my summer clothes. I sigh, and guide Haruhi out of the shop. I lock up after myself after checking the lights and the back door.

It takes less time than I thought to get to Haruhi's apartment, I don't know her room number… Which I hadn't thought of… Baka.

Haruhi must have noticed me stop and she shouts to me. "4B!" And then goes silent once again.

I smile at the smart girl, and guide her up the steps and stop in front of said room. Haruhi hands me a key and I open the door for her, she runs in and turns on the lights. I stand outside, about to close the door and walk away, but she stops me.

"Akuma-san!" She yells, having lifted the hood off her eyes. "Wait!"

I look over at her, she's nice and dry, doesn't look to scared… what did she want? I notice she still has the headphones on, so I just nod for her to speak.

"Where are you going? You're going to leave you're headphones and coat?" She blinks at me like It's the first time she's seen me. "You're soaked to the bone! Come in and dry off."

I blink at her, but come in and close the door before more rain comes in. I hadn't noticed the rain on me the whole time besides when it hit my face. Am I really soaked? I look down at myself. My shirt is thick with water, stuck to my stomach in an unflattering way, and my shorts are three shades darker blue. My blond hair is dripping in front of my face.

I stand in the doorway, waiting for her to maybe give me my iPod and coat or just ask me to leave.

She looks outside, the moon shining brightly thanks to the passing of the storm, so she takes off the headphones. "Come on in." She says kindly. "I'll get you some clothes, you can use the bathroom's towels to wipe off a bit." She looks at me as I still stand on the mat, dripping water over the floor. "Go on!" She orders.

Four cute points for the feverish mother effect. (A/N: I can practically hear Renge screaming, "I could eat three bowls of rice!" Hehehe)

I take of my shows, walk to the place that is obviously the bathroom and look in the mirror. I look like road kill, so I start giggling. My wavy golden hair is a thick brown-blond color, stuck to my head, neck, and the back of my shirt. My emerald-lime green eyes look tired and my lips are turning bluish from the cold water. I take a hand-towel and pat off my face and hair. My clothes are starting to feel really heavy, so I take off my shirt and shorts, placing them in the sink carefully so I don't get water everywhere. Thank god my underwear is mostly okay. I think and start to squeeze water out of my hair and into the sink next to my already soaked clothes.

"This is embarrassing." I mutter as I look at myself in the mirror. "Wow, and tonight I just wanted to study." I laugh.

A light knock on the door stops my laugh. "I don't think any of my clothes would fit, but you should be able to manage in some of my dad's." She says this awkwardly, like she's sorta embarrassed.

"Oh, thanks… I don't want you to see me like this though, so just leave them by the door please." I ask her politely.

"No problem Akuma-san." She says through the door.

"And Haruhi-san." I add

"Yeah?" She answers.

"It's Aki-chan."

"Then I'm Haru-chan."

"It's a deal." I say, and we share a laugh between the door. I hear her set the clothes down and walk away quietly. "Six cute points… hmm, a new record." I mutter.

I open the door, snatch the clothes and shut the door quickly. I'm looking at a long black dress; I take a closer look and see that it's a knit dress for cold weather… Father? I ask myself… then make an assumption that her father is a transvestite. Okay then. I think cheerfully. I put on the dress, seeing that Haru-chan put a hair-band in with it. I tie my hair up in a bun to keep it off the dress and walk out into the house.

"Aki-chan, I'm gonna make some tea, do you want some?" Haru-chan asks from the kitchen.

"If it's not too much trouble I love tea." I answer and walk out into the living room. She has her long hair tied back and is busy working with something in the kitchen. Three cute points. I think while I smile at her. "Sorry, I know it's really late and you probably have homework to do."

She laughs. "Aki-chan, do you always think of others?" She asks me, and walks out to the table with two cups of tea.

I bite my lip a little but smile at her thankfully. "Oh, it just comes naturally, I guess." I answer nervously. "I just don't think I'm more important than someone else." I laugh awkwardly.

"I think that's so amazing." She says and hands me a cup of tea. "That you really helped me all the way home without even knowing me." She gives me a look of gratitude.

I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. "That storm really came out of nowhere, and it's not like me to leave cute girls out in the cold, fear or no fear!" I say. "I can't stand to see people hurting like that." I sip the tea, and it warms me up the instant it hits my lips. "Mmm, it's warm, and sweet."

Haruhi laughs at my reaction, and I feel more heat rise to my cheeks. "My mom taught me the best way to steep tea leaves, and I could tell you were a sweet person." She says, smiling cuter than ever.

Seven. My heart thumps. Seven cute points. I smile. "Your mom seems amazing, to have a daughter as great as you." I say, noticing the small lack of a motherly aura in the house.

Haruhi smiles, her eyes sadden to a degree but her smile is still happy. "She died when I was younger, I want to be a lawyer just like her." She tells me, as she stares into her tea.

I can't stand the sadness so I reach out and touch her hand, she looks me in the eyes. "You'll be a great lawyer, you'll fight for justice, maybe I'll hear about you on the news one day 'Haruhi- Worlds greatest lawyer!'" I assure her.

She laughs and smiles at me. "There you go again, wanting to make me happy." She says, then rethinks it. "Thank you, for the complement though."

Before I could say 'You're welcome' the door to Haruhi's house flies open, and a well-dressed woman(man) walks into the house. She has nice red hair, pretty makeup, and brown eyes the same shade as Haruhi's. "Haruhi~ I'm home!" She says.

She spots me and her talking at the table and blinks. "Haruhi… who is this?" She asks.

I immediately stand up and bow. "I'm sorry to intrude this late at night!" I apologize. "I'm Akuma Yucatan, Haruhi invited me in because I was soaking wet." I also felt the need to add- "I'm sorry for wearing your clothes, but mine were wet… this dress is gorgeous."

She merely blinks. "Oh… You poor dear!" She says in a false- staccato voice. "I'm Ranka, Haruhi's father." He introduces himself. "Straighten up dear, really, no need to apologize.

I stand up and look her in the eyes with a little smile. "You're really beautiful, Ranka-sama." I say truthfully. "I was wondering where Haruhi got those beautiful eyes from."

Ranka walks over and hugs me. "You are so cute!" She says. "You can stay over if you like, it's pretty late to walk home in the dark."

"Thanks for offering but I really don't want to intrude any more than I have too, Haruhi's been so nice to me." I say, almost crushed by Ranka's insane strength.

Then Haruhi speaks up. "Really, Aki-chan, I insist." Haruhi smiles at me. "As repayment for helping me out earlier."

"Helping you?" Ranka asks. "Helping you with what, Haruhi?" She lets go of me and sits at the table.

Haruhi tells the story, and by the end I'm blushing bright red. "Really, it's no that amazing, I just couldn't leaving her in the rain and thunder like that." I try to excuse myself.

Ranka holds up a hand. "Thank you for helping my Haruhi all the way home. Now you're going to stay here tonight, no buts about it." She insists.

I smile at her. "Really?" She nods, smiling at me. "Thank you, I hope I'm not a bother." I finish the second cut of tea that Haruhi was so nice to give me.

"Bother, she says!" Ranka laughs. "Please, darling, no bother at all."

I blush, then yawn. I look over at the clock. It must be past midnight. I think.

"You girls must be tired." Ranka says. "It's really late, so you should get some sleep before school tomorrow." She shoo's us to Haruhi's room.

Which I refuse to enter. "I'd be more comfortable on the couch." I try to reason with her. "Really, I won't be able to sleep if you're next to me…" I slip.

Haruhi tilts her head. "Why?"

I sigh. "Because it would remind me of my sister." Haruhi doesn't pry, and she allows me to sleep in the living room on a futon. I'm asleep the minute my head hits the cushion.