A/N: Hello, my lovelies! You might recognize this story as a similar one on JetAndKaiki's account... Rest assured, it's the same story. I am Jet from the previously named account, though I shall go by Shini on this one. I loved Futatabime no Chansu so much, and was quite upset when I stopped writing (though that couldn't help my writer's block... .). But I've decided to re-write FnC using the superiour knowlege I've gained in the, what, one-and-a-half/two years, since I last wrote FnC. So, quite a bit has changed, and I plan to change quite a bit more. As such, I've changed the name to Saisho Kara Yarinaosu, which means I Start Over in English (which fits the story-line and it being re-written! Neat, huh?) I hope you enjoy this new incarnation of Futatabime no Chansu!

~~Shini~~

Screams and loud crashes filtered in through my open window to slowly tease my consciousness awake. Groggily, I pulled my eyes open and sat up in my bed. I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before crawling out of the covers. I picked up my phone from my bedside table and noted the time. The numbers read 9:53, telling me that I slept in, but as there were no missed calls or messages, I wasn't worried. I set the phone back on the table and started walking towards the bathroom. Motion out of the corner of my eye made me pause. I glanced towards the window just in time to see a vending machine go flying through the air.

It seems like they're at it again, an amused voice whispered in my mind. Onee-san, it seems, was awake as well. Another, younger voice added, Should we go stop them? And that would be Imouto-chan. I shook my head, but Onee-san answered for me. What would the point be? You know how Hei-kun gets around that one. My bathroom needs taken care of, I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. But other people could get hurt, Onee-san!

I took a bite of my granola bar. "But how could we stop Heiwajima-san, Imouto-chan?" I said around the food in my mouth. Onee-san snorted, but didn't add anything else. Neither of my sisters spoke, but I could feel Imouto-chan pouting, almost as if she were sitting in front of me. I tried to be strong, but I was never able to resist my little sister's pouts. None of us were. I sighed and told her we would go outside to try and see if we could do anything. Imouto-chan instantly brightened, but Onee-san smirked and called me weak. I told her where she could shove her opinion, her laughter echoing in my mind as I moved back to the bedroom.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed my keys and went to my front door. I slipped on some shoes and left, triple checking that I locked my door before I went to the stairs. I walked down two flights before exiting into the lobby. The bright sunlight shining through the large windows made me squint and cover my eyes as I went outside. I stopped right outside the door, listening for signs of the fight. I heard it coming from the block up from me, and turned to my right to go and find Heiwajima-san. I had just turned when the expected bleached-head came running towards me. He was waving a street sign wildly, his eyes large and enraged behind his glasses.

"IZAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAAA-KUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!" he screamed, throwing his sign at a dark shaping parkor-ing across the buildings.

The dark shape jumped behind me, revealing himself to be a man. He had dark hair spiked across his head and russet eyes that gleamed in enjoyment. His lips were curved into a smirk as he leaned towards me, placing one hand on my shoulder and leaning the other over me. A sharp switch blade was in his other hand, hanging lazily in front of my face. The man laughed at the expression on Heiwajima-san's face as he stopped, mailbox raised above his head.

"Now, now, Shizu-chan," the man behind me taunted. His voice gave me shivers, but whether they were good or bad, I don't know. "You don't want to throw that with this lovely girl in front of me, would you?"

Let me handle this, Onee-san commanded. Before I could stop her, I lost control of my body and my consciousness.