Hello : Thought
"Hello" : Spoke Normally
"Hello" :English
Chapter 1 : The Introduction
I pull on the bottom edges of my new, blue school uniform jacket, trying to straighten it out. Fix my tie. Flick my shaggy, dirty blond hair out of my eyes and push my glasses, that frame my grass green eyes, further up on my nose.
I look down at myself, scrutinizing myself, dropping my arms back to my sides.
My sleeves are too long… So are my pant legs…
My fingertips are the only things visible below my neck. My ugly, brown shoes, barely poke out from under the edges of my newly pressed, black slacks.
I close my eyes and droop my head. Puffing my hair through my lazy looking bangs, I turn my head toward the boy next to me. He looks like me. Only different, all at the same time. My clone. My twin. My best friend.
"I kind of wish that we didn't move here, Aki-Nii-Chama?" his hand lands on top of my head, my eyes follow it.
Akihiko-Nii-Chama. He looks just like me, almost. He's taller, more manly, and me… I look like I'm still 12.
"It's okay, Akira… Mom just wanted to bring us here to Japan so we could meet fathers parents. I'm sure we'll move back to San Francisco soon. We can only hope, that is…" His smile was not a very convincing one. He dropped his hand, then sighed. Then I sighed, again.
If we were going to move back we wouldn't be forced into this school…
Akihiko-Nii-Chama looks better in his uniform than I do… I look like one of my little siblings in one of my older brothers clothes… I glanced at him through the corner of my eye, then sighed once again. I feel like an idiot standing here. Next to my extremely cool Nii-Chama, in clothes that are obviously way too big for me…
Maybe I should start over…
Hi, my name is Akira Yamazaki. The boy standing next to me is my older twin brother Akihiko. I have five siblings total. Three are older, two younger. The funny thing about my family is… All the kids were born in sets of two. Haruo and Haru are the oldest. Then Akihiko and myself. The Jun and Junichi are the youngest. Yea, momma picked the names out like that on purpose… Even though she is American. She liked the idea of all our names having the same general meanings… Which I have to agree is a cute idea, in a childish sort of way.
We just moved to Japan from America, about a week ago actually… A month after our fathers death. Our mother thought it was about time we got to learn our grandparents on his side, therefore the move. Apparently our grandparents owned a medical company of some sort here and they had recently merged with another well-known group in this area and the youngest son is close to our age. So our grandfather has asked us to try and get to know him… But for some reason he was more worried about me getting to know this guy… But I can't even remember his name… Supposedly he is a year older than us, so I doubt we will even get to meet just going to the same school, because this school is frigging huge.
So in the end we were forced to enter this school. Haruo and Haru, of course, being the lucky ones that they are, already graduated high school back in America. So Nii-Chama and me got stuck in a foreign country, in a foreign school, not knowing anyone.
I mean, yeah, we can speak Japanese, buy you can definitely tell we are not from around here.. Our accents are crazy…
Akihiko-Nii-Chama and I are currently standing outside a classroom. A sign above the door to the right reads 1-A. We're waiting on the teacher to finish her speech about the new kids… In other words… Us.
I look up at my older brother once more, "Aki-Nii-Chama?"
I had startled him. "Hm?" he smiled. "What is it, Akira?"
"I was just wondering why it takes so long for the teachers in Japan to introduce new kids…"
"Yeah… I was kinda wondering the same thing. All she really needed to say was, 'Hey guys. New kids. Say Hi! Play nice…'."
I laugh a little as he tries to impersonate a young woman. "I know, I know. Why does everyone have to make new kids in school look like a big deal?"
He had a smile on his face as his answer came from his mouth, saying only, "I'm not sure, Aki." that was when the teacher, a small, young woman with long, dark hair pulled tightly into a bun, and glasses rimming a set of bright, golden yellow eyes, opened the door smiling at the two of us.
She said, "Please, come in, Yamazaki Brothers."
I grabbed a hold of my brothers hand, he looked down and smiled at me.
Then we took our first steps into our new lives. I could feel that something strange would soon follow those first few steps…
First Ouran fanfic not sure about it yet... tell me what you think... reviews are greatly appreciated.
