Kami- Hello! And welcome, to the first thrilling episode of "we're all on drugs"!
Kaze – (Disclaimer) Well anyhow, lets go over a few things Nee? One, We don't own any of the characters in this story: apart from the twins, and the occasional bonus characters. Nor do we own any of the movies where the basic plots are from; we just own the idea of putting it all together into one, tasty fiction.
Kami – And, you should know, that while this may start off sort of slow, it'll pick up further down the line! (But not too much further) Thank you, andHappy Reading!
CHAPTER 1
100 Days with Mister Arrogant
Two girls walked casually together, shoulder to shoulder, as they made their way to school. They were the most unlikely couple of people to be caught dead together: One, a chick with tattooed shoulders and long black hair, her school uniform skirt hiked-up three-inches too high above her knee, a studded belt slung low across her hips and her shirt altered to accentuate her slender figure, large breasts and curvaceous waist; while, the other seemed the most innocent and cute thing to ever grace the earth: her hair was dyed the lightest red-brown, bringing out the hazel highlights in her eyes. Although she had the exact same body type as the first young woman, she was meek and modest looking, her features seemingly more delicate than those of her twin sister. Yes, they were twins, identical twins, although neither quite looked it.
The second girl stopped walking, her hands fumbling with her bag in search of her cell phone.
Son hanaro haneul eul chon boo ka ril soo doh itago mid neun ga
eon jeh ggaji moh rae roh seong eul ssah get neun ga
Her cell phone rang out the girl's most favorite song as she grabbed it from her bag. She waited a moment, just listening to the polyphonic song.
"PARK Eun-Hee! Just answer it!" the dark-haired one crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sister. It was her boyfriend, and today was the day before their 100-day anniversary.
"Dump me? You can't dump me! You're too young anyway. It was bound to end. You? My first. You should have uncovered that lie the first time you heard it."
Eun-Hee carried on conversation with her now EX boyfriend, suddenly hanging up on a bitter note. Her sister chuckled softly and shook her head.
"SHUT UP Kaminari! You wanna DIE?"
Nari quickly silenced herself, her once cocky eyes growing slightly larger with a mixture of fear and surprise. "Well maybe if you dated boys more in your league, you wouldn't have such a problem." She snickered and began to run, her sister following after her with hatred in her eyes. "Calm down, Eunie," Kaminari called to her, her words dancing with a fiery laughter from the tip of her tongue. "Come take a sip of sake from my bag!"
"GRR!" Eun-Hee snarled and sped after her. "DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT!"
It was a shining, bright afternoon and there were only two classes remaining in the day. The two girls sat in the middle of the classroom at their desks, Kaminari placing her bag delicately onto her lap. Every two seconds, as Eun-Hee noticed, Nari seemed to stick her hand into her bag, dip her finger in sake from the neck of the bottle and suck her finger until all reminisce of the smooth flavor had died.
Eun-Hee laid her head down at her desk, watching her disgusting teacher stand in the corner and pick at his butt. As if the students didn't notice, she thought. She sighed and closed her eyes, slowly drifting to sleep, it wasn't like he was about to start teaching anytime soon.
Sparkling blue waters flowed whimsically through her fingers like whips of extremely fine hairs, the hairs of an angel. Flamboyantly colored fish swam in perfectly organized schools all around her, brushing lightly against her soft Korean skin. All of the sudden, one fish began to morph right in front of her eyes, fine blonde hairs sprouting from the top of its head. Its eyes grew large and narrow, its gills flattening: changing their color into a soft olive tone.
"Eun-Hee!" Sitting next to her, Kaminari shook her gently, whispering into her ear. With no luck of waking her sleeping sister, she slapped her hard across the face. "EUN-HEE!" Eun-hee began to scream, jerking her head off of her desk, shaking it wildly as if waking up from a bad nightmare.
"Eun-hee!"
All of her classmates began to stare at her, the teacher approaching her desk. Nari placed her head into her hands, muttering malicious obscenities in Japanese.
"Park Eun-hee..." the teacher began," Were you sleeping in my class!"
"No..."
The teacher grabbed her by the cheek, pulling her back and forth as if he were trying to beat candy out of her face with his ass-picking hand.
Houjun Amakuchi
Strong Sourness and Sweetness.
Kaminari sat rigidly on top of the bathroom counter, watching her sister wash her mouth out with soap and water, a bottle of sake in hand. "You know, Eunie, Sake could wash out that ass taste much faster." Eun-Hee glared at her sister, spitting out a mouthful of suds.
"Drunk."
"Prude."
"Foreigner!"
"Pedophile!"
Eun-Hee growled and glowered back, "I am not a pedophile," she murmured. "He was only a year younger."
Nari took a swig from the bottle and shrugged.
"Miss Kinjo Kaminari," A teacher walked casually into the Bathroom, and without even looking towards her, reprimanded Nari. "2 Week suspension effective now. Leave the knives and alcohol at home next time." She spoke as if it were an everyday occurrence. Which it wasn't…maybe…every other day.
"Eun-hee, you wont tell mother about the sake, right?" Kaminari staggered over her words, the strong smell of alcohol lingering on her breath and in the air after every word. Eun-hee hung her head low, staring at her feet as she walked. "Kaminari, Shut up, will you?" These twins, one with tattooed arms and a bad attitude, the other with pretty eyes and a mean mouth, had dug themselves into a rut. They were failing school, and were left parentless by their family's unsettling divorce. The girls now lived together in a small apartment, receiving small amounts of money from their parents each month. Eun-hee had been dumped by her boyfriend of 99 days, while Kaminari had been caught drinking in the girl's lavatories.
Eun-hee growled under her breath, kicking her feet at the ground as they stopped to cross the nearly deserted street, a purple tour bus passing leisurely by. Eun-hee kicked a nearby pole; in wet cement, the pole toppled over and into the windshield of the bus.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Screamed a somewhat deep and familiar voice, a voice that belonged to Jay Kim, The lead vocals of a fairly popular rock band, by the name of The TRAX. Dark semi long black hair hid under a black and red trucker hat, that rested on the semi-tall figure's shaped face, He wore a black shirt with some sort of band name on it, and a pair of flannel Pajama bottoms, which of course meant he was being lazy as hell.
Eun-hee looked up, her eyes landing on the bus. "Oh. Holy. Shit." Her eyes were wide, and her legs felt shaky, the one and only time that Eun-Hee would have needed help from Kaminari, she was drunk.
The door of the tour bus swung open, and out came all the members of the band, which was only 4, One of course being Jay Kim, The others were known as, Kang JungWo the bassist, Kim Jung-Mo the guitarist, And last but not least, No MinWoo the drummer. No MinWoo had olive skin and fine blonde hair, soft pink lips and the eyes of a puppy dog. Kim Jung-Mo, with his teased mullet-looking neck-length hair. Kang JungWo, with long black and white-streaked hair and muscled arms; And Jay Kim with his stupid-looking pajama pants.
The Men Boys! encircled the bus, surveying the damages. As Kaminari put her hand over her face, her eyes brightened with laughter. "Faggots! You kicked a pole into a bus full of faggots! ...Like they don't get enough pole on their own time." she snorted and fell over onto the pavement.
"Oi You two, In the uniforms" Jay yelled as he approached the two girls, One on the pavement, and the other attempting to pull her up, to no avail.
With a slight 'whomp', Eun-Hee fell to the ground next to her drunken sister at the sight of the TRAX Vocalist. Her favorite band was staring her straight in the face, while her twin was laughing her ass off.
"Are you two responsible for the pole that landed on our bus?" Eun-Hee was a little too amazed to be able to speak, as well as bit too shocked. The other mumbled something incoherent, for which she received a smack from her sister.
"...I mean, no, sir. And you're totally straight-looking. Yup." Nari snickered, barely looking up at Jay.
"Did you kick-"
"... Not on purpose! Look I'm having a bad day..." Eun-Hee Interrupted, suddenly looking down and blushing.
"Well how do you intend to pay for that, that'll take at least 3000 USD to fix?" Both Kaminari and Eun-hee looked up, wide eyed "What!" they cried out in unison.
"Yes... 3000 dollars to replace the front window, and repair the scratches too." The Somewhat taller bassist said, giving them a small look, obviously catching onto the idea that Jay had had only moments before… as did the guitarist. The only person who hadn't was the drummer, No MinWoo, he just stood there, looking thoroughly perplexed. "But doesn't it only cos--?" A hand Flew up to cover the bewildered drummer's mouth; Jung-Mo's, The guitarist's, hand to be exact. He gave him a small defiant stare, barely noticeable by the twins.
There was a look like a light bulb just went off on Eun-Hee's face before she stood up and dusted herself off. "LOOK FANGIRLS!" She called out happily. Her Sister Looked up with a look of alarm spreading like wildfire across her face. "COPS? WHERE!" She hollered, finally popping up from her location and sprinting hurriedly down the sidewalk as far away as possible from 'the TRAX'. Eun-Hee took the opportunity to do the same, running as fast as she could, the boys now sufficiently distracted.
And on the ground, there lay... a little black wallet with a bright pink hello kitty on it, bearing the name "PARK Eun-Hee" on a strip of its smoothed plastic-leather.