A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, D9 – write a threeshot.

Stupid Girl
Part 1

She wondered if she should feel sorry for the girl. Her brother liked her. Then again, her brother was an idiot.

She honestly didn't know how they were related. Why they looked like clones instead of fraternal twins. Why she had to put up with him –

Well, that was an easy one. He was her stupid twin brother.

– and why she had to put up with her legs like this.

That was her parents fault. Deserved to be dead, the both of them, for neatly tucking her away in her prison until she just screamed. And snapped, she supposed. She had a hard time convincing the doctors to leave her alone. Her stupid brother often said they'd put her in a strait-jacket if she kept on talking like that…

And that was all well and fine because she was only talking to him like that anyway.

But then she found a good doctor. A doctor that understood her: the sort of prison she'd lived in. Understood how her almost breaking her back and being unable to love her legs wasn't her fault but the fault of those good for nothing parents of hers. Who understood that the visitations she had with her twin didn't consist of her molesting him or going crazy with needles but giving him a firm reminder of things he's forgotten about.

Like getting a crush on that stupid girl. Didn't he remember what was between his legs? Or what wasn't?

That was all their parents' fault too. Locking her away and letting him loose and making him guilty and her resentful. If only he'd been a girl or she a guy – but she could change that.

She had changed it. For a while. Before she was hospitalised the first time. Before her parents paid quite a bit of money to get her out and remove all the records, and then locked her away for real and beat her within an inch of consciousness for all the trouble she'd caused.

As if that would have changed anything.

Actually, it did. It made things worse. Made that prison more unbearable. Made her want to be her stupid twin even more.

And then a solution crept in to her mind, so brilliantly simple she couldn't fathom how she hadn't thought of it before.

They'd swap places.

Ryoji would do it, because he was always feeling so guilty and did everything she said. Ryoji would do it – and she'd be able to taste freedom. Honest freedom.

That stupid car had to ruin everything, and no amount of money was going to get her out of the hospital this time.

At least it wasn't with threats of strait-jackets. She couldn't do much being stuck to the bed. Until Toshirou came along of course.

And that stupid little girl who'd toyed with her brother.

It would be both revenge and her way out.