A/N Yui may be a little (okay a lot! She's kinda like Miaka) OOC 4 the first few chapters; she might switch back 2 her 'actual' personality but I haven't decided yet. Also Suboshi's (and Amiboshi's) last name, is Suboshi's REAL name but Oh well! I also made them older and some Seiryuu warriors are friends with Suzaku warriors, andt the Universe of Four Gods doesn't really have any part in this fic ! hope u like! R&R please (let me know if anything is wrong) my first F.Y fic.

There were several things Shunkaku Bu Suboshi could not stand. Things that drove him up the wall in annoyance. Things like panhandlers, salespersons, mimes, jugglers and clowns. In fact anything to do with the circus. And most importantly anyone, who bothered, disgruntled, upset, disturbed or agitated his twin brother, Shunkaku Bu Amiboshi or Hongo Yui.

He had learned very few life lessons so far in his eighteen years in this world, but the ones he had learned were: No matter what happens, always stay loyal. Always be on your guard and always be ready to fight, and last but not least; Women are scary, moody creatures that should be approached with using the utmost caution. He should know, his best childhood friend, was a girl.

Hongo Yui. The God's gift to man, one of the few good things about the world. The others of course being, his brother and anything with two wheels; bicycles, scooters, motorcycles (although he doesn't have the license to drive one) any of which were Suboshi's favorite vehicle. Yui was perfect in every way. She was graceful and elegant. Every move she made was a tantalizing ballet to him. Every word she spoke was an angelic chorus bursting from the heavens. Her beautiful long (1) golden hair and her wide eyes were intensified by their opulent azure colour. Her body, head to toe was that of a goddess. He was in love with his best friend and she was completely oblivious to it.

"Suboshi! Get up or you'll be late for school." His mirror image brother called from the hallway of the apartment they shared.

Suboshi and Amiboshi, identical twin brothers, but they were very, very different. For instance, school. Amiboshi was always ready for school in the morning. His homework complete from the night before, he was dressed, ready and waiting for Suboshi every morning. In school he was always punctual and prepared for class. He was the model student. Teachers praised him and girls fawned over him. Amiboshi's intelligence had moved him up a grade.

Suboshi on the other hand was always late, his notes and homework were a disaster, scattered about his room and in his locker. He was never a morning person, unable to get and get dressed to get to school, and he would always cut class to be closer to Yui.

"Suboshi"

"I'm up, I'm up."

"Guess whose here to--."

"Suboshi!" Yui called happily as she threw open the door into Suboshi's cluttered room. Dirty laundry, school notes and cutlery littered all over the floor.

"Yui!" Suboshi said sitting up in his bed with a grin on his face.

"Get up!" She yelled again jumping onto the edge of his bed.

Suboshi, realizing his current half clad self pulled the covers closer to himself. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Yui asked her voice full of disappointment.

"No, no that's not what I meant. I'm really happy to see you. I just thought you were coming back tomorrow." Suboshi replied looking at his calendar. Tomorrow's date was circled numerous times in red. "So why are you back a day early? And how was your trip to America?" He asked. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes!" Yui exclaimed dramatically throwing her arms around a shirtless Suboshi, causing him to fall back on his pillow. "It was really nice visiting Miaka and Tamahome, but seeing them together and seeing how much in love with each other they are, blaaa. It bored me to tears! I really wish you could've come." Yui sighed pulling back from the embrace.

Miaka Yuuki, Yui's best friend before she moved to America with her family and her boyfriend Tamahome. Miaka had also been friends with Amiboshi after he carried her all the way home from elementary school when she was sick. Suboshi had personally never taken a liking to Miaka because of how unhappy Yui always looked after visiting her.

"Now get up, you have thirty minutes." Yui instructed poking his bare chest.

"Ugh, no school." Suboshi grumbled throwing the pillow over his face.

"Suboshi!" Yui whined inching closer towards him and then straddling his stomach. "Get up!" She yelled shaking his shoulders forcefully.

Suboshi jolted upwards and pinned Yui down by her wrist; she giggled hysterically as he ticked her stomach with his mouth until Amiboshi entered the room. "Am I…interrupting something?"

"Uh…" Suboshi looked at the situation from his brother's point of view. Yui's legs were wrapped lightly around his waist; he had Yui's hands pinned above her head on the mattress. His face was buried in her stomach with the bottom of her shirt lifting upward very nearly exposing her creamy white stomach and he could feel Yui's breath warm on his neck.

"N-no." Yui replied, lightly pushing Suboshi off her and trying to hide the blush that lightly covered her cheeks.

"I'll go get showered now." Suboshi said trying to break the awkward silence.

Yui watched as Suboshi got out bed, and walked out of the room, passing his brother whom gave him a look of amusement.

'Now his body is defiantly worth drooling over. Why didn't I notice his body's godliness earlier? Tanned muscular skin, perfectly shaped and not to mention…Oh my! I don't believe I just thought that, and about my best friend! I hope I didn't say it out loud.' Yui thought looking up at Amiboshi who gave her a suspicious look. "Whaaat?" Yui exclaimed raising her hands in defeat. "Want something to eat or— "JUICE!" Yui squealed running out of Suboshi's room and towards the fridge.

"You have been a child captivated by orange juice ever since I met you." Amiboshi sighed.

"But no one else drinks it." Yui replied opening the fridge door with a smile on her face. Not bothering to get a glass Yui took the carton to her lips and devoured eagerly.

Amiboshi watched as Yui sloppily spilled orange juice down her school uniform shirt. When she was finished she wiped her hand over her mouth and smiled.

Amiboshi sighed, "You have orange juice all over your shirt."

"Oh no!" Yui cried looking down. She looked towards the kitchen sink, but it was piled high with dishes. "Don't you boys know how to wash? Amiboshi I thought you were supposed to be the neat one?" Yui cried. "Where am I supposed to clean my shirt?"

"The bathroom." Amiboshi replied.

"But Suboshi is--."

"He should be done by now. I don't hear the water running." He said putting a box of cereal away into the cupboards.

Yui dashed out of the kitchen and threw open the bathroom door. "…Uh…AHHH!" Yui screamed running from the bathroom with her hands over her eyes.

Amiboshi laughed from the kitchen after hearing Yui's blood curdling scream from the hallway. 'I guess he wasn't finished.' He thought.

"Suboshi cover up would you?" Yui yelled from the hallway.

Suboshi mouth lay briefly agape. "…It's not my fault you came barging in!" He yelled back.

He grabbed a towel from underneath the sink and wrapped it securely around his waist. He walked through the bathroom door to a crimson faced Yui, she stared awkwardly at her feet until he walked into his bedroom, but before he closed the door he heard her whisper. "No one needs to see 'that' first thing in the morning."

"No one asked you too look!" Suboshi yelled turning to face her.

"How could I not!" Yui replied loudly. Then blushing at the words that had momentarily escaped her lips then disappeared into the bathroom before Suboshi could comment on it.

Yui sighed heavily as she stared into the mirror trying to clean up her shirt. 'I'm such an idiot! Why did I have to say something like that? Sure I was thinking it but that doesn't mean I had to blurt it out!'

'I can't believe she said that.' Suboshi thought while looking for his school uniform under his textbooks and dirty laundry. 'I wonder what she meant by it?'

"Amiboshi!" Yui called in distress.

"Yes." He answered popping his head out of the kitchen.

"Help!" Yui said somberly walking into the kitchen with her arms folded across her chest.

"What's wrong? Is your shirt still a mess?"

"No but it's all wet, see." Yui said unfolding her arms. Her white shirt was wet exposing her lacy robins blue coloured bra.

"Okay, okay I see refold your arms would you? I've got a girlfriend you know." Amiboshi teased.(2)

"Amiboshi!" Yui yelled throwing her arms around herself.

"I was kidding! Come on you can put it in the dryer for a few minutes." He replied leading her into the laundry room. He took a clean shirt from one of the many hangers that hung on the back of the door. "Here you can wear this while your shirt dries." He said handing her the shirt and then turning around so she could change.

Yui quickly unbuttoned her school shirt and then pulled the baggy light blue T-shirt over her head. "Okay I'm done."

Amiboshi turned around and took her white uniform shirt from her and tossed it in the dryer.

They walked out of the laundry room and Yui sat down in the twins' comfy living room.

"So Yui how is Miaka-san?" Amiboshi asked taking a seat at the kitchen stool.

"She's fine."

"That's good and Tamahome-kun?"

Amiboshi had only briefly met Tamahome but he was still polite enough to ask about him. "Miaka and Tamahome are both fine. They're fine with each other. They plan on getting married once they graduate. Then they're going to move back to Tokyo."

"Oh really? This is news to me. I always assumed that they would stay in America, but I suppose home is home. And what about you?"

"Hmm? What do you mean? I'm fine." Yui lied.

"Yui, what's troubling you? You may appear happy to my brother but I can clearly see how distraught you are."

"I'm not unhappy." Yui protested.

"Yui spill it."

Yui sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I think that I'm in lov—

"Morning everyone! Thanks for waiting." Suboshi said happily walking into the living room while towel drying his hair. "Hey, why are you wearing my shirt?" Suboshi asked looking at Yui was wearing his oversized blue T-shirt. Which was almost longer than her skirt.

"Cause her shirts in the dryer you rude mongrel." Amiboshi replied giving his brother a death glare for interrupting.

"I am not a rude mongrel!" Suboshi exasperated completely ignoring the glare.

"I disagree."

"Yeah and I agree that you're late to be studying like one of those smart people." Suboshi laughed as his brother sprinted up for the door.

"Your sentence didn't make any sense I'll have you know! Get Yui's shirt out of the dryer in five minutes, the ironing board is in my room." Amiboshi yelled taking off out the door.

"So Yui what were you talking to my bro about?" Suboshi asked reaching for the remote control to the television, then sprawling out on the couch opposite Yui's.

"Nothing much just Miaka and Tamahome." 'And that I almost admitted that I love—

"How much time do we have before school starts?" Suboshi asked interrupting her thoughts.

"About ten minutes." Yui replied looking at her watch. "Five to actually get to school."

"Well no worries I can make it." Suboshi grinned.

"Maybe you should just get your license like your brother."

"What? And drive one of those four-wheeled pieces of junk like my brother? No way! And why don't you drive?"

"And give my mother what she wants? Never!" Yui cried dramatically.

"So I guess we'll be biking together till we're thirty."

"Yup." Yui replied with a smile and Suboshi smiled back running a hand through his damp hair.

'He's so handsome.'

'She's so beautiful.'

"I think I should check on my/your shirt." Suboshi and Yui said in unison then giving a nervous laugh.

"Well that was fast." Yui said taking her shirt from the dryer.

"I guess so."

"You don't do laundry do you?" Yui asked.

"No am I supposed to?"
"Well you should learn."

"I tried learning but when Amiboshi tried to teach me the damn thing overflowed with soap and Amiboshi has never allowed me to touch it since."

Yui giggled. "I'll be right back." She said walking into the hall.

"Where are you going?" Suboshi asked his eyes following her every move.

"To iron my shirt. Get ready to go I'll be done soon."

'This isn't good. I can't stop watching her. She's so gorgeous. If I were anyone other than her best friend people would think I was a stalker by the way I stare at her.' Suboshi thought while pacing around in the hallway waiting for Yui. 'Oh no I don't have my key and Amiboshi's staying late after school today. I'd better run in his room and grab it before I forget.' Suboshi walked to the end of the hall and threw open Amiboshi's bedroom door.

"…W-wha—

"No this isn't what it looks like! I wasn't peeping I swear!" Suboshi yelled his face turning redder by the moment. He just had to pick the very instant the Yui decided to change back into her school shirt. She was standing there in her bra with her azure eyes widening by the second. "Suboshi… GET OUT!" She yelled tossing random items at his head.

"Oww! Look I'm sorry I just--((lamp to the head))--It's not my fault I can't find my-- ((textbook in the face))-- KEY! It's all Amiboshi's fault!" It took a few more items before Yui threw the key at his head and Suboshi ducked out of the room with his hands over his head.

'That girl can certainly be violent when she needs to be.' Suboshi thought clutching his nose, which was now bleeding.

Yui came out of Amiboshi's room moments later with a scowl on her face. "I don't believe you."

"W-what? It was not my fault!" Suboshi replied trying not to scrunch up his face.

"Suboshi!"

"What? I said I was sorry!"

"You're bleeding! Did I do that?" Yui asked her voice filling with concern.

"Hey it's not big deal." Suboshi said trying to hide the crimson colour that filled his cheeks with his bangs.

"I'm sorry." Yui said rushing over to the kitchen sink and running a piece of paper towel under the tap. "Here." She said holding the paper towel to his nose and wiping away the dribble of blood.

"T-thanks." Suboshi said uneasily, unsure if Yui was still angry with him.

"I'm sorry I threw all those things at you. I was just embarrassed."

"No don't apologize. I should've knocked or something."

'He's so cute when he doesn't use his head.' Yui thought.

"So do you think they're going to tell each other? It does seem like the perfect opportunity." Amiboshi's much younger but much wiser friend Chiriko asked.

"No probably not. It'll most like take years for those to admit that they have feelings for each other." Amiboshi replied starting the engine to his 1988 Chevrolet Beretta GT. It made a loud rumble, then a pop before Amiboshi put it into gear.

"Maybe you should consider getting a new car." Chiriko suggested after hearing the noises that the vehicle emitted.

"No, no this one runs just fine."

"Yes, until the day it self-combusts."

"It's the car or a bike."

"Suboshi slow down!" Yui yelled from the back of Suboshi's ancient bicycle. The poor bike really had been through a lot and Suboshi needed to admit defeat and buy a new one.

"Better hang on Yui we're coming up to your favorite turn!" Suboshi laughed and then peddled faster.

'Yui's turn' was this massive ninety-degree angled turn that they had to make every morning. It also happened to be at the base of this super-colossal sized hill. It scared Yui to tears because when she was younger and out biking with Amiboshi one time when Suboshi was sick, the two had raced down the hill, wind whipping their faces. Amiboshi went ahead to turn the corner first at full speed, but when it was Yui's turn she was too afraid of turning and falling over on her bike that she just went forward onto incoming traffic.

She hadn't gotten hit, but had earned a few scrapes and bruises and has been petrified of cars since. She pleaded with Amiboshi when they were older not to tell Suboshi about what happened that day. It was the fastest way to get to school and the pair didn't need to be late because of her little fear.

To be honest it wasn't exactly a fear of her getting injured. She was more fearful of Suboshi or Amiboshi getting hurt. She loved those twins dearly. Amiboshi like her brother and Suboshi…well his was a different kind of love.

Yui closed her eyes and clung to Suboshi's back as they neared the corner. 'What makes her so afraid?' Suboshi wondered feeling Yui's death grip on his shirt. He braked slightly to lower the speed as they turned the corner.

Yui's heart raced wildly inside her chest as she felt Suboshi turn, and then as soon as it was over all her fear and anxiety dissipated. Just simply being with Suboshi made any of her apprehension or doubts seem distant.

"Ta da! We made it. See I told you I could get us here on time." Suboshi said waiting for Yui to jump off the bike so he could lock it up.

"Yes we made it, and with about thirty seconds to spare." Yui replied hopping off his bike and straightening out her skirt. "When do you th…"

"What do I what?" Suboshi asked turning to look at Yui who seemed to be completely memorized by something…or someone.

"W-who is that?" Yui asked breathlessly.

Suboshi followed her gaze towards a dark blue Cadillac Eldorado, but the car wasn't what Yui was staring at. It was the car's owner.

A guy obviously much older then them. Whose long blonde hair flowed just past his shoulder and his piercing blue eyes caught the attention of every girl near him.

"Yui, please do not tell me you're attracted to that epicene?" (3)

"He's a blonde haired blue eyed super hunk." She sighed ignoring his earlier comment.

'This could be trouble.' Suboshi thought.

(1)– Yui has long hair now but that will change, hee hee hee

(2)– Amiboshi has a girlfriend, but who should it be! I honestly don't know. I considered creating a new character for him but maybe not, maybe he just doesn't have a girlfriend and was teasing her!…but if you have an idea for who his girlfriend could be lemme know ;)

(3)– I was going to have Suboshi call…. Not telling you who it is:mumble mumble: probably know who it is anyways—a Barbie but everyone calls Allen from Escaflowne a barbie so I didn't want to steal that name from him. Once again R&R please poof and I'm gone!