The Prince and The Popper

They say that everyone has a look alike somewhere in the world, but I don't believe in that kind of stuff. My name is Yuki Mikamura, and a trip to the supermarket proved me wrong when I met my look alike. Now I owe my brother 20 bucks.

It was just like any other Sunday morning for me. I woke up at 8, took a shower, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and made my bed.

Now all I was doing was trying to block out my brother playing his new video game as I buttered my breakfast toast.

"GET EM!GET EM! GET EM!"

He was yelling out at the Tv screen in the living room, the sound of firing lasers and explosions filling our spacious two story home. He was playing some si-fi game that he had gotten yesterday at the video game shop.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

"OH YEAH! Ha ha ha!"

It sounds like he just finished a hard level. I bit into my buttered toast and went into the living room as my brother was saving the game.

"And... save."

My brother's name is Yami Mikamura, he's 14 and a third year in middle school. He has our father's perfect natural tan skin and our mother's black eyes and hair that he grew out past his shoulders, only pulling it back into a pony tail when he's playing a video game. He had on his favorite black hoodie with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of baggy gray cameo, cargo pants, and his black fingerless gamer gloves.

He puts down the white X-box remote gently on the glass coffee table in front of him and spreads his arms out on the back of the black sectional, before tilting his head back at me.

"Oh! Hey bro! I finally beat that crazy war general!"

He yelled happily as I looked at him uninterested as I finished my buttered toast.

"Yeah. So I heard."

I rolled my eyes at my younger brother.

My name is Yuki Mikamura, 16 years old and in my second year in high school. I was the opposite of my brother; I had our father's short blond that I liked to be kept short, and his blueish-purple eyes and our mother's beautiful pale skin. I was dressed in a light blue t-shirt, faded black jeans with rips on the knees, and white socks on my feet. As I walked over to the house phone sitting on a glass end table next to the sectional, the blinking red light was indicating a voice mail.

I frowned as I saw the name and time on the LCD screen.

Sunako Mikamura

(000) 000-000

I looked over at my brother who nervously smiled and rubbed the back of his head with his right hand.

"Mom Called."

"My Bad."

That was as close to an apology as I could get from him before I pressed play to listen to mom's message.

'YAMI MIKAMURA!'

Both of us jumped at the sound of our mother's yelling.

'I know you're playing that video game. Both of you need to put your toys up because your little cousins, and their parents are coming over for dinner tonight.'

We looked at each other with identical looks of horror; our little cousins were little monsters, no matter what their parents say, they're evil and seek to make my brother and I miserable.

'Don't be so horror stricken. Grandma Anastasia is coming too and she's staying over for a few weeks!'

"Grandma."

We said at the same time, Grandma Anastasia was our father's mother, a German woman who liked to travel the world and cared deeply for her children and grandchildren.

'So I need you boys, BOTH OF YOU, to pick up some extra groceries. NO JUNK FOOD! Yami no more energy drinks either, Alice told me that her son, Kenta knows where your stash is.'

"Aw man."

My brother grumbled, he would stay up late and play an online game with a few friends he made in America. Looks like he won't be joining them for a while, he'll need to get rid of what he has left and then find a new place to stash them instead of in my desk.

Later, Local Super Market

"Ham. Potatoes. Yams. Milk."

I named off the list that I had written down from mom's message.

I was walking down the aisle, pushing the shopping cart when I had to stop because of a small boy blond boy being pushed in a shopping cart by an insanely tall dark haired man. The small boy was treating the speeding cart as if it was an amusement park ride.

'His parents need to teach him that the grocery store is not a play ground'

I thought, hoping that the two would not hurt themselves or another person seriously, pushing the cart to the meat section.

Third Person's POV

Yuki Mikamura pushed his shopping cart down the snack food isle, passing by an handsome young man around his age.

The young man had short, neatly combed black hair and dark eyes hidden behind a pair of oval shaped glasses and ivory skin. Dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and jeans that at first glance, seem ordinary but upon closer inspection, his clothes where all high end and designer.

He looked over his shoulder at Yuki; the young man's expression was passive for a few seconds, a glare on his glasses hiding his eyes before he raised a eye brow at the passing blond.

Yuki scanned the meat section before his eyes landed on a pack of meat that could feed quite a few people and was reasonably priced.

As he reached for the pack, another hand came out of seemingly nowhere and grabbed the pack of meat at the same time.

Yuki blinked in surprise and turned to the owner of the other hand to apologize but his blueish-purple eyes met, almost identical blueish-purple eyes. Both blinked at the same time and speed, wide with the same amount of surprise at the mirror like reflection.

"Tama-ki?"

A girl with short brown hair and bring doe brown eyes, dressed in a pink dress that was over a white short sleeved t-shirt and jeans, was holding a shopping basket calling a boy's name in confusion as she looked at the two boys.