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Welcome to the new NP-C story! –Cheers- Get ready for some yummy T.W.C! That stands for Twincest for those of you that are new here! xD Get ready for something juicy and slightly disturbing (Or so I hope)!! Let's have some fun!!
Still looking for a beta!
Sum: Bill and Tom were separated at birth. Finally, on their eighteenth birthday, they are allowed to meet… Eh, I suck at summaries. Just read! And anyways, you know NP-C won't let you down! ^.^
WARNING: Eh, this is a NP-C story, use your imagination! xD
DISCLAIMER: NP-C still doesn't own Tokio Hotel… or any of their songs! ... Angst…
Saying Goodbye
Eighteen years ago, Greg Kaulitz had his whole life blown up in his face, when his wife told him she wanted and immediate divorce. Shannon had just hardly risen from her birthing bed when she told him this. She also told him that she only wanted one of the children that she had given birth to only days before. She demanded a restraining order a well, claiming that she feared Greg, and didn't want him to be in the life of her 'precious angel'- never mind that she never so much as glanced at the other twin.
Greg spent nearly two weeks trying to talk her out of it. He begged on his hands and knees to not separate the family, and give him a chance to be a good husband and father. She simply told him that she wanted something new and exciting, and he was neither.
So, less than a month later, Shannon got her wish, and Greg left with his new born son, Tom to LA in America. Shannon stayed behind with the younger child, Bill, in Germany. She soon, however, moved to Berlin, in attempt to find that exciting, new thing.
Greg spent the better part of his days with his son, trying to give him the most normal life he could without a mother. And, thankfully, Tom grew up normal enough. He did have some bad turns here and there, but, every child does. And soon he began sneaking away to see a girlfriend, or to some party. Greg always knew when his son did this, however, the man trusted him, and knew that Tom would learn better on his own. And so, he granted Tom lots of freedom, allowing him to do nearly whatever he please (Within reason, of course.)
Shannon became a- for lack of better words- a gold digger, and was constantly moving from rich boyfriend to rich(er) boyfriend. And so her son, Bill, grew accustom to several men in his life at once. And then, just like that, they would be gone. He had never known even one father figure to stick around long enough to actually start to like them. But, he didn't care.
He would pass the time writing down his thoughts in a journal, which he eventually converted into lyrics. Bill was also extremely amused that his mother would constantly spoil him with money that wasn't theirs. He thought it was funny how stupid some men were…
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"God damnit!" Tom howled out and jumped back several feet from the lime green 67 Impala. He snatched a rag from the top of his tall tool box and quickly tried to wipe away as much oil off of his wife beater as possible. It was too late, he realized. It was going to stain. "Son of a-"
"Mother duck," Finished a low kind of raspy voice. Tom looked up to the door that led into the house and smiled sheepishly at his dad.
"Was' up?" Tom rubbed his hands on his torn up jeans, and nervously readjusted the black bandana that held his dirty blonde dread out of his face. He had always tried to avoided cursing around his father.
"I see you're back at it." Greg observed as he walked into the garage towards his son. He was a tall, broad man that was built similar to a big grisly bear. His blond hair was cut short, and was streaked with aging gray. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and always seemed to be twinkling. He had a gruff, but kind sort of face. It was obvious that he had seen a lot in his days. Tom looked hopelessly at the car and sighed.
"The damn engine won't start up." He wined and tossed the rag back onto the tool box. Greg laughed at his son's struggle and walked over to inspect the inside of the hood for himself.
"Well, look there! That's your problem, I think." Tom watched his father work expertly over his shoulder and frowned. He slowly wiped some sweat from his forehead and pulled back, deciding that his father wouldn't be able to get the car running either.
"I see what you're doing, but won't that kill the engine an-"
"Go start it up." Greg interrupted and pushed Tom towards the cab. Tom stumbled to the door, momentarily caught off balance, and then shot a glare back at his father before sliding in half way and turned the key. To his extreme surprise, it actually started up!
"What did you do??" He called over his roar of the motor. His father laughed a bit and closed the hood with a loud slamming sound.
"I'll never tell!" He taunted playfully and wiped his hands off. The man stood back up and motioned Tom to follow him inside. Tom switched off the engine and walked through the open door that led to the mud room while he wiped more oil and scum off of his hand. He kicked the door shut with his worn leather boots and followed the sounds of his father's footsteps into the living room.
Greg was already comfortably seated on the black leather couch when Tom poked his head into the room. He slowly took the seat in the matching love chair right across from his father, suddenly feeling nervous. He vaguely wondered if his dad had found out about that cabin trip he and several friends had made a few days before, resulting in missing school all Friday.
"Tom," The man started slowly. "You're leaving tomorrow." It wasn't a question, but rather, a sad statement. Tom let out a sigh of relief, realizing that his father was saying his goodbyes.
"Yeah, I am."
"And I won't even have the chance to wish you a happy birthday," Greg sighed in regret and turned his eyes to the sleeping husky laying against the coffee table. He bent down and pulled out a small package from under the glass table and tossed it to Tom.
Tom's eyes widened a bit, but caught the package just before it tumbled to the ground. With a grin, he ripped open the plane paper and opened up the small box. He gasped out loud as a sleek black phone fell from the box and into his hand. "What is this-" Tom looked back up at his father, confused.
"It's a droid. I did my research and… Well we will be able to talk with that when you're away." Tom turned his intense, oak brown eyes to his father, and felt a little choked up for a moment. It was obvious that Greg didn't want Tom to go, but both of them knew he simply had to go. Greg had promised Tom that the first chance they got, he would send him to Germany to meet with his younger brother. "And, this is for your brother." Tom hardly had time to catch the second package and cocked an eyebrow at his father, realizing what it was.
"I don't get it." He said, slowly turning the thick leather bound journal in his hands. It was heavy, maybe a pound, Tom guessed. The leather itself was thick and black. The front of the book was marked with two silver, mirroring lions on their hind legs. It looked like something you might see at a medieval festival. With closer inspection, Tom found all of the pages were blank.
"Bill will like it." Greg promised, and then stood up. "Now, go finish packing. It's getting late, and we still have things to do." The man slowly made his way to the kitchen, not bothering to give an explanation about what it was they had to do.
"Oh, and one more thing, Tom," He called over his shoulder. "I bought you something. It is waiting for you in Germany." And with that, Greg went to the fridge and pulled out a beer, silently moping over his son's departure.
Tom smiled a bit and jogged up two flights of stairs and down a few hallways to his huge, dark blue and white bedroom. He was going to miss this place, he decided as he packed his final bag. The house was large, and was settled just above their privet beach. Tom had grown up alone with his father in this house, and he was a little nervous about leaving to Berlin. This was truly his home, and he had a feeling he would have some major home sickness problems in less than a week. But he had to get over that. Tom knew he couldn't stay with his father forever. And plus, he was excited about finally meeting Bill for the first time. That thought made him nervous, too.
What if Bill didn't like him? Or, he was a complete snob? Or, what if Tom became so nervous, he wouldn't be able to speak proper German?! Oh, god, he could already hear his twin laughing at him, calling him a dummkopf.
Tom quickly pushed away the terrible thoughts and zipped up his bag. In the morning, he would have to remember to grab his toiletries, too. Tom sat on his bed and stared though the open window at the darkening ocean. Sea breeze filled the room, and cooled off Tom's flushed cheeks. He stared in fascination as the very last light disappeared behind the ocean, leaving the waters stained pretty colors of pink, orange and red.
"Tom!" Greg's voice boomed all the way through the house. "Get down here!"
Tom stood up and padded down stairs, and turned into the living room. "Dad?" He asked at the end of the hallway, realizing that the house was now completely silent. Cautiously, Tom started through the dark house, searching for his father. The kitchen was lit up by a soft glowing light, that Tom discovered was made by eighteen lit candles on a small chocolate cake.
"I'm not going to see you tomorrow, so I thought we could celebrate tonight." Greg said from behind Tom. Tom whipped around, out of surprise and smiled a bit. Greg wore a sad smile, and offered Tom a small velvet box.
Curiously, Tom took the box and flipped it open. He flipped open the lid and blinked a few times, not believing what he was seeing. On a black silk cushion sat a small black and red guitar pick. It was attached to a delicate chain that looked like it was made of white gold.
"It was the pick I played with at my first concert. It's for luck. And it's a small piece of home you can carry around with you."
Tom felt his eyes water suddenly. It was odd, keeping something as small and worthless as a pick around as a treasured object. But, after Greg's first concert, he always played with this pick around his neck as a good luck charm. And it had never let him down. Now that he had passed, Tom felt like he was never coming back for some reason. He felt like this was a final departure gift.
"Dad…" He rasped out, not knowing what to say.
"Happy birthday, Tom," Greg said, and put his arms around his son, and let him lean on him.
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"She is at it again," Bill said frankly into the phone while he carefully finished paining his nails a deep black.
"Yeah, like a really wanted to know that!" Georg said from the other line of the phone.
"Yeah, you're lucky you don't have to live with it," Bill told his friend. He put the nail polish down on his night stand and leaned over; turning up his music more, in an attempt to drown out the sounds of his own mother's groans and god knows what else sounds.
"Did you wanna' come over until it quiets down over there?"
"No, I just…" Just what? Bill didn't really know. He just didn't want to be alone at that moment. He felt sick to his stomach.
"Just?" Georg prompted.
"I'm nervous…"
"Oh, about your brother?"
"No, about your sex life. Of course my brother! I mean… He is American, kind of."
"Oh, yes, and Americans are not people." Georg teased. Bill heard a faint laugh come from the background, and presumed that it was Georg's cousin, Gustav.
"That's not it!" Bill was beginning to get frustrated. "What happens if we don't get along? Or he thinks I'm crazy? Or he calls me a fag?!" The words tumbled out before Bill could even stop them.
"Okay, one; He is your twin. There is nearly no way you two could not get along. Just find something in common with him besides the fact that you share a face. Two; You are crazy. It runs in the family. Therefore, he is, too. And three; If he does call you a fag, simply correct him by saying that you are just European. Trust me Bill, you're going to be just fine."
"Yeah, yeah. I still don't believe you."
"That's fine. You will after a while. Anyways, can I let you go? Gustav and I just rented a movie, and he looks like he is about to kill me if I don't get off."
Bill smiled, knowing there was more to the story than that. "Of course," He said. "Tell him 'hi' for me. And, I'll see you both tomorrow at school."
Georg laughed a bit, in that deep way that he had. "Yeah, yeah. Be ready to party tomorrow! See ya'."
"Bye." Bill hung up and sighed. He snatched up a plain notebook and flipped it open. Without even really thinking about what he was going to write, he began to scribble down his thoughts…
Haha! First chapter is now done! I know it is short, but I have this WHOLE story planned out!! You want the second chapter?! Work for it!! xD
Let me know what you think so far. R&R bitte.
~NP-C
