Staring in the mirror, I see myself. But the person I see also isn't me.

Who is he, staring back at me?

The black unruly spikes are mine, the pale skin is mine, the eyes once so blue they rivaled my brother Sora's are mine. But something's changed, something's different.

My once ocean blue eyes are dull blue now, and a ring of painfully bright gold surrounds them. As I stare hard at the sixteen-year-old boy in the mirror, I can see the gold slowly inching further into his eyes. The boy I'm staring at isn't me, not anymore.

I grip the bathroom sink so tight, it might brake. My heart speeds up and my breath comes in gasps. The mirror boy's lips part and speak two terrifying words: "I'm Transforming."

"Vanitas, come on!" Sora yells from outside the bathroom door, smacking the wood over and over, "You've been in there all morning!"

I grunt, searching for the colored contacts Dad uses, "Hang on!" Please tell me he didn't take them with him!

"Hurry up, I need in there!" Sora whines, "You've been int here long enough!"

"Hang on!" I yell back as I grab a box of contacts and growl when I see they're Sora's regular contacts. I put them back and keep looking. After a few minutes, I find the contacts and I rip open the pack. I pull two small plastic cases out, open them and glare into the mirror as I force the round things over my pupils to cover the drastic change in my eye color. I can't let anyone know, no one. Not even Sora, can know! I'm not seventeen yet, I can't be Transforming yet!

"Vanitas!" Sora continues to whine, "Hurry!"

I put the contacts in then put the pack up and open the door, "I'm out."

"'Bout time!" Sora rushes past me as I step away from the door. I close the door behind him and go back to my room. Looking into the mirror in my room (Mom's idea, not mine) I sigh in relief, seeing that the contacts hide the gold in my eyes. Perfect. I quickly dress in dark grey jeans and a black button-up with my black converses. I put my back back on and go back to the bathroom, tapping the door, "You ready, Sora?"

"Just a minute! Can you bring my back pack? It's in my room by my bed!" he replies.

I go to his room and grab his bag off his bed and head back, thumping the sack against the door, "Found it."

The door opens and Sora steps out wearing blue jeans and a black shirt that says "NINJA" on it with his black and white tennis shoes. He smiles and takes his back pack, "Thanks, bro."

I shrug, "Sure."

He nods and coughs, "So, when did Mom and Dad say they'd be back?"

"End of next week," I reply.

He nods again, "Cool. Ready for school?"

Again I shrug, "Ready as I'll ever be."

We head outside, and stand in front of the house. The bus pulls up a few minutes later and we get on. I leave Sora as I sit in the very back with Xion and Zexion, who happen to be two of my best friends. Xion, wearing a plain black sleeveless knee length dress and black Mary Jane's with black tights, waves and I sit beside her, almost squishing Zexion into the wall. He shakes his head, but smiles. Zexion wears a black shirt with a red heart upside down and stitched up with black jeans and biker boots. I sigh and throw my back pack onto the floor, "What's going on?"

"Nothing really," Xion replies with the wave of her hand, "But Zexion's got some news."

I turn to Zexion, "And?"

Zexion sighs and closes his book (Tell me that isn't what I think it is?) and he turns to me, pushing his pale blue hair out of his face, only to have it fall back into place.

"One of my poems have been chosen for the literature competition this Friday at Radiant Gardens," he says.

"You get to go to Radiant Gardens?" I ask.

"Amazing, right?" Xion smiles happily, like she's the one who got in.

He nods, "Yeah, I'm excited about it, none of my poems have ever made it in, and I enter one every year."

"Which one did you enter?" I ask.

"Equivalent Darkness," he replies.

I tilt my head slightly, "I don't think you've showed me that one."

He shrugs, "It was private.."

"Won't be for long," I sigh, "I do hope you win."

"Thanks, Vanitas," he says, opening his book again, continuing his reading.

Not "Twilight." I smirk to myself and shake my head. Xion looks at me and I frown, "What are you staring at? What? What?!"

She leans real close to me and I lean away from her, a strange kind of electric buzzing feeling coming from her body touching mine, a feeling that I never felt before. She frowns, her deep blue eyes narrow, "Are you wearing contacts?"

"Uh... What?" I blink, leaning away from her some more.

She leans further over me, grabbing my shirt, sending more electric buzzing through my skin. She pulls me towards her, "Don't play dumb, Vanitas. I know you're not blind, so why are you wearing contacts?"

"I'm not," I reply.

She snarls lightly, "I'm not stupid. Vanitas doesn't wear contacts. That trick worked two years ago, but it won't now. Fess up! Are you Sora, pretending to be Vanitas, again? Did Riku put you up to this?!"

I blink slowly, She thinks I'm Sora. I shake my head, sighing and pushing her off me, sitting upright, "I'm not Sora. I'm Vanitas."

Her eyes stay on me, narrowed dangerously, "Then why are you wearing contacts?"

"He's wearing contacts?" Zexion looks at me, frowning, "I can't tell."

"Yes, he is," she replies as I say, "No, I'm not."

I frown, What do I do? I can't tell them the truth..