This is my first fanfic...hope you enjoy :]

Chapter 1 – Welcome to Earth

Isn't it ironic that the nicest families end up with the oddest children? Matthew and Natalie didn't have last names. They were illusionists. It didn't matter. But nonetheless, they married and lived happily together, even though they spent their whole lives running away from the mafia. Being students of the Arcobaleno Marmon was enough to be on the most wanted list.

It was one glorious spring in Italy when Natalie finally took the big step – telling her husband that she was pregnant. It had been a bad time too – they had just been forced to abandon a safe house and hadn't slept in a week.

"I need to talk to you Matthew...it's important." Matthew had never seen his wife look so uncertain – she was by far the most calm of the pair (though he would never admit it).

"What? It's not like your pregnant right?" he chuckled nervously. Man it was awkward.

"I am." Natalie sighed. The worst was over. Or so it seemed.

Matthew fainted. When he regained consciousness, he saw his wife standing by his side. "Are you alright?" she asked uncertainly.

"Right as rain", he rumbled while pushing himself off the floor. "Had some weird dream about you being pregnant", he said while laughing at the idea.

"It's true."

This time, he sighed without doing anything too melodramatic. "Is is a boy or a girl?" he asked confident he could keep a straight face.

"It's both." Nope it was too much. He fainted again.

The second time he woke up, his wife finally decided to cut to the chase. "They're twins. 7 months. And you'd better be a damn good father."

"You've been hiding this for 7 months?" exploded Matthew.

"I just wanted to figure out their names..."his wife said as innocently as she could. Of course Matthew couldn't stay angry at her...he would have probably suicided – IF he had not known that it was probably too late to run away without seeming like a bad husband.

"Then have you chosen their names yet?" he muttered.

"I want the boy to be Fran. The girl's your choice." Fran. Of all names, Fran. Why did a boy have to have such a... weird name? But his wife was adamant.

"In that case, I want the girl's name to be Franscesca." At least I can choose a normal name he thought defiantly.

'Hey!' his wife's voice butted in. "I can read your mind, remember"? All that Matthew could do was sigh. His fault for proposing.

Two long and tedious months later, the two illusionists found themselves with two interesting children. The first thing they saw? Green hair, green eyes. Both their parents had brown hair and blue eyes. The strangest thing? Not one of them cried. They both looked at their parents – no glared at their parents before they yawned and fell asleep. Matthew's look was clear. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" he screamed with his eyes.

"Hey don't drag me into this" he heard in his mind. Then Natalie fell asleep leaving the newly made father awkwardly holding his newborn twins.

The first month was wonderful. Their children stopped glaring at them anyway. They could even use illusions – something that they must've inherited. Unfortunately, Natalie and Matthew were still on the run from the mafia – with the two children they had to drag along. It wasn't as if you could hide quietly in an alleyway when your two children tried to make a complete marching band rush out alerting the enemy and leaving you cornered. At least they laughed for the first time since they were born...

Another thing Matthew seemed to notice was that all they seemed to do was eat, glare, poop, sleep and then glare some more. Natalie wasn't doing much better; she had tried the whole 'telepathy' thing on them – but they were her children, and they learnt (by themselves entirely) how to block out her annoying naggy voice. By this time, both parents had realised that their children were perhaps a little more difficult to keep up with than they had imagined it to be.

So one day, while being chased (yet again) by the Mafia, they created a horrific illusion of themselves dying. It hadn't been a pleasant sight – but it did the job of giving them a chance to live without fear.

Fran and Francesca from then on had a rather nice childhood in France. They learned to walk and talk when they were two, and spoke French, Japanese, Italian AND English – just because their parents couldn't agree on which was more important. When they were three, they learned to read and write – though only in Italian.

Teaching subjects was a bit annoying... you couldn't exactly take Fran and Francesca to school and tell them to act normal. It was impossible. So soon they had the brain of an 15 year old – crammed into the body of a child.

Genetically they were unique. Not just by appearance, but they were immune to most pains. Well they felt it, but they could tolerate it well enough. The parents only learnt this after Fran pushed Francesca out of a 7 metre tall tree (their hideout) and she broke her arm – but shrugged and climbed the tree again as if nothing had happened.

Physically, they had good endurance and agility, but were completely rubbish at ball sports. It took Fran three years till he could catch a ball just once. His hair was long – for a boy that is. It was almost level with his chin. As for Francesca, she insisted on a bun with chopsticks every morning which went surprisingly well with her long fringe that covered half her face. Both of their favourite colours were indigo.

As for personality... they seemed nice enough at first glance, but in truth, they were both sadistic nut cases. Their parents finally realised that there was no changing them after they bribed them, spoilt them and as last resort, threatened them.

Another unique situation was that they too, like their mother, were telepathic – though only between each other. One look, and they always devised a brilliant plan that outsmarted their parent again and again. Anyways, their parents had bought a nice apartment (with illusionary money of course) and they lived for a few years without too many incidents. Of course there was that time when Fran stole a gun, or when Francesca drove a stalker raving mad, but it never raised much suspicion.

It was only when they were seven when something horrific happened. Fran decided to prank Francesca. Now, both of them had amazing control and knowledge of using illusions though their parents had dismissed the thought of anything bad that could happen. What could two sadistic teenagers possibly do?

"You can't catch me! Take that Fresca!" shouted Fran almost playfully using her nickname as he ran around the town square. The other civilians were used to the two children that kept appearing from nowhere – they were interesting to have around.

"That's not fair!" Francesca huffed back indignantly. "You never said we were playing!"

"But I never said we weren't did I? If you can't catch me, I won't give you your rubix cube back." He bribed, wagging the cube between his hands.

"I don't care. You can have it. I don't know how to solve it anyway." she sighed back.

"But Mum will care if I tell her you stole it off some rich kid right?" Fran teased. Sighing, she ran after him. She didn't tell him that she had told their mother that he had 3 beers yet... there would be better times. As he turned a sharp corner and she followed, she found herself slamming into a brick wall and fell down. "Ow..." she muttered obviously not in pain. She got up and concentrated.

"Oi Fran! What was that for?" she said as loudly but calmly as possible while ignoring the civilians passing by. He was nowhere to be seen. She concentrated even harder and felt a light nag behind her. Suddenly she whipped around and caught him – by his neck. As if he could still get away with his childish trick.

"How did you find me? I though I really got the hang of that one..." whined Fran. Francesca yawned not releasing her grip. "Apologize. And don't forget the box." she muttered. Fran shook his head defiantly which was quite a feat considering Francesca had started to choke him.

"You asked for it." She created another illusion – a torture chamber. She dragged him over to what appeared to be the 'Iron Maiden'. "This is your last chance." She warned.

"I'm sorry" he said grudgingly. He knew that if an illusionist had his (or her for that matter) illusion countered, then it meant that they given up on their control of perception. There was no point in trying to retaliate, he had already lost.

"All right" she said brightly. "I'll take my box back thanks..." Fran wasn't listening to her. He was staring at all the people behind her back – the villagers that had seen and felt her illusion. They had seen her torture chamber. Boy were they in trouble...

What else could they do? They bolted.

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