Prologue

It was only a few years ago. . .

"Say it!" Hina demanded. "Go on!"

"Never!" I cackled.

I felt Hina tighten her grip around my arm which was currently pinned to my back.

"Fine!" I cried "You're not a stupid, ugly, annoying butt-face."

"Now that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Hina cooed.

"Shut up you Stupid, ugly, annoying butt-face." I smiled punching her playfully then started rubbing my hurt arm.

"You hurt me so much Hina." I (Fake) sobbed "look at the massive bruise you gave me."

Hina rolled her eyes, "that pathetic grip couldn't have been enough to produce a bruise."

I pouted indignantly.

"Let me see." Hina sighed examining my arm.

"Hina, what? What is it?" I sighed tugging my arm away.

"M-M-MOM!" Hina cried hurrying away.

"Worry pants" I sighed and started to examine my arm.

"Let me see Hana!" My mother screeched bursting into the room, my mother and Hina. They were both as bad as each other.

Mom continued to examine my arm and prod it in different places and asked me all sorts of questions, I grumbled all the way through.

"Oh, come on Mom! It can't be that bad!" I complained

"Yes. . ." Mom said reluctantly "It's only a little bruise, everyone gets them."

"Exactly!" I pointed out.

You may be wondering how this will affect the story to come, my answer is. Just be patient, I soon started to get drowsy, all the time, bruises started to appear all over my body. My mother decided it was time to take me to the doctors.

"Miss Hana Hisamatsu?" The nurse called my name. I shuffled in my seat, I have hated the doctors ever since I was born; my Mom told me that I would never sleep in the hospital cots from when I was born.

"Coming." My mother answered for me, I refused to move. Hina had to coax me from my chair, I reluctantly plodded along.

"Hello Hana." My doctor said joyfully. "I hear your mother is worried about your health, do you fell unwell?"

"No, I just bruise like a banana and feel really sleepy all the time" I admitted "Nothing too drastic."

"I see." The doctor nodded "Now please stay there I am going to perform a few blood tests, okay?"

I nodded clutching my arm.

I didn't think that it would be that serious, a little bug or some freaky cold or just nerves or stress at the worst, I was wrong.

A few weeks maybe a month later we got called back to the doctor's, Hina was more worried than Mom and I combined, she clutched my hand. Her own was sweaty and it was quite sticky, I could feel her trembling as it was finally my turn.

"Hello!" I cried to the same jolly doctor as I walked into the room. The doctor was looking serious, completely different from last time.

"Mrs. Hisamatsu, Hana, Hina please sit down."

I felt an awkward shiver go down my spine, this can't be good. Alarm sirens went off in my head, I knew this was bad.

"I-I'm sorry. . ." she began.

I'm sorry. Brings back so many memories, those two words; the two damned words that no nine year old should ever have to hear in their life. The two words that usually mean something is wrong or it is going to go wrong.

"Hana has been diagnosed with chronic Leukaemia."

Hina started to weep, my mother too. I remained calm and thought about it.

"Hana how do you feel about this?" the doctor pressed.

"I- I'm okay!" I cried forcing my voice to become happy and charismatic but it sounded too strained "I mean millions get diagnosed every year and most have been living with it for ages so I can't complain!"

I didn't think it was that bad at first, but after all the chemotherapy, bone marrow transplants and whatnot I became sick and tired of it but what's worse is what they made Hina do.

*Hina POV*

I stared at the old male doctor across the office from me; he was head of the board regarding Hana's treatment, with cancer, Leukaemia and such. My fists clenched at that awful word; that stupid . . . THING thought it could take my sister away from me? It was wrong.

The doctor and I shared a stare down before he let out a heavy sigh; he came over and asked me:

"Hina, what would you do if I told you that you could help your sister?"

I immediately froze; I had a way to fight back. I hated this unknown thing, I almost . . . Feared it. I liked to strike back with punches and kicks if I knew that I could protect my sister. I looked at the doctor with a determined face.

"I would do anything to protect her!" I said "Just tell me what I need to do."

The doctor smiled.

A few months later I was back at the hospital, but this time it was time for my own surgery. Hana was positioned next to me, her head was bare and her skin sickly white. The doctors started streaming in carrying trays full of needles and other gruesome instruments. They had already given me a drug called filgrastim to increase my cell count so that I would have enough marrow to give to Hana.

When I had first met the doctor a few months back, he had told me since Hana and I were identical twins I was the best donor they could hope for. Of course I had immediately agreed to donate; we already were a part of each other.

I glanced at my sister, she had violent mood swing throughout the treatment but she was mostly moody most of the time, I am sure that she would feel worse by the end of the treatment.

"Hey you!" I hollered scaring nurses "quit it with that sad face! I'm not just giving you my bone marrow because you want me to, but because I want to and you need it. Got that?"

Her eyes widened in shock before she smirked.

"Whatever you stupid, ugly, annoying butt-face" she smiled.

I smiled and punched Hana lightly in the arm before grinning and saying "And don't you forget it!"

After years of living with it, I have realised that I can't behave the way I do anymore. People worry about me enough already, that's when I decided to change. My family thought I was faking at first but I convinced them gradually, now 7 years later we're starting Ouran academy and we're determined to make a good impression and also . . .

*Hana's POV*

I hunched over my notebook scribbling furiously, muttering as I did.

"Hana?" Hina sighed as she popped her head around the door "have you seen our uni-wait? Are you attempting to start writing a diary again?"

I flinched, Hina was right. I had tried to produce many journals, convinced that when I finally die it would be published and I would become famous. "I gave up on that."

"Are you plotting on ways of revenge?" Hina ventured.

She knows me well, too well. I am known to doodle torture devices for everyone who I have had an argument with which is usually my parents, when they found said book they blew up. I didn't risk making another after the guilt trip trick I received from my parents.

Oh come on, you know the one. Do you really think we're bad parents? Do you really hate us that much? And after we clothe you and feed you the very best foods, you know there are children starving in Africa who would kill to get such luxurious food as you do!

"Oh yeah, ha ha ha ha SHUT UP!" I snapped

"Ok fine I give in, what the hell are you doing?"

"50 things to do before I die!" I said snapping the book shut, "It's gonna be fun and no time for serious now!" I smiled waving the book in front of her face.

*Hina POV*

My expression froze; 50 things to do before she died? Sounded, well kinda' morbid to me. But then I noticed the grin on her face, she then started reading aloud her list so far.

" my first kiss, to speak a foreign language and make sure I use it-" she started. I pushed her playfully.

"Oh come on you can do better than that!" I grinned grabbing the book from her hand then started scribbling making sure I hid what I had written with my hand.

"Now that's something fun!" I giggled maniacally, a devious grin painted on my face.

Hana grabbed the book back as I burst into peals of laughter, she scanned number three then she too started laughing.

"Really?" she snorted "I mean that's impossible for me by nature!"

Yeah we have a weird sense of humour and yes, what I wrote was really random. We grabbed the book and moved to lie down on our stomachs on top of the bed as we continued our list.

Ways to live forever, Hana and Hina Hisamatsu

1. Get my first kiss

2. Learn a new language and make sure I use it

3. Grow a beard