My head was throbbing.
The night lasted too long, for me at least. My twin, Leila, however was content to stay out until two AM, knowing we had school the next day.
So now, I find myself, slowly, but steadily dragging the hairbrush through my pale brown hair. The wavy mess is overly appreciated by my sister, who decided that we should do "piggy-tails!" today. Like I said, slowly and steadily.
So I pulled my hair into the rubber bands making nice tame pig-tails, allowing my sister to tie red ribbons in them, and made my way to our drawers to put on those stupid itchy stockings.
We knew that if our mother saw anything out of place, we would have to compromise and look identical. I think my sister secretly enjoyed it.
While she put make-up on in our bathroom (I refuse to wear the stuff) I went to Victors room to make sure he had finished getting ready.
"Vic? You finished?" I hummed into the room, offering my assistance as needed. I wanted to eat breakfast slowly this morning, we had plenty of time.
I got my wish at least. My sister come down soon after Victor finished getting ready so we could eat.
Breakfast was the time for us to audibly go through our daily schedules. My sister, lacking musical talent, had one difference from me. I had Violin lessons that evening.
I was…very good at violin, because it was the one major difference between my sister and I. They put her on French Horn, Trumpet, Clarinet, Flute and finally, Violin. At each instrument, Leila was…well…An Epic Fail.
So I gladly finished my breakfast and rushed out the door.
I can admit to always being impressed as we pulled up to the gates of the prestigious school. The grass was green, the colors were clean, and there were always happy students bustling around. You wouldn't find that just anywhere.
My sister latched onto her friends from the previous night, me in tow, and gossiped loudly with them. I split from the group discreetly, walking down the quiet halls to the classroom. It would be better to make sure I had done all homework before I get to the class with an incomplete assignment.
Well, I was greeted by my favorite two people, instead of a well lit class and silence.
"You two don't ever split do you?" I called out to the room, capturing both of their attentions. My feet slowly moved and I questioned my own motives, but I did it nonetheless.
Hikaru looked at me oddly and sighed, we'll talk to you if you can tell us apart.
I rolled my eyes and mumbled "don't you think If I can get it right three times in a row, I can get it right now?"
I pointed at the smaller quiet one, "That's Kaoru." The twins got still and Hikaru denied it, telling me I was wrong, expecting me to be shocked.
"No, Hikaru, I am right. I used to do the same with Leila. I know what its like to pretend to be my other half, just to throw people off. You're not alone anymore."
Hikaru scowled, and half-yelled, "What are you trying to achieve?" Kaoru placed his hand on the now standing brothers arm, trying to calm him to his best ability.
I just shook my head, "I want mutual ground, you can see that I have no friends so far, I just follow my sister. I have too."
Kaoru cracked a smile and mumbled, "You want individuality or something?" Hikaru sat down at his brothers softer voice.
"Yes. I want to break away from the half who hasn't, and will not notice my daily torture. This is not who I am!" I gestured at myself near violently, threatening and flying insects to their death if they got near my flailing arms.
"You are different from your sister, that's for sure. How about you come help in the host club?" Kaoru suggested, trying to be assertive like Hikaru.
I grinned at him, and whispered, "I only have one intention for going to that host club, Kaoru. You'll see someday." I wasn't going to help that club, but the bell had rung and I had no more time to give a reason.
Maybe I can just play the game for a while.
They seem to enjoy it.
Lunch was bland, to say the least. The twins were in the third music room, and I sat next to my sister, who chatted it up and ate with her friends. Like I said, her happiness was part of my happiness, so I sat quietly. Where else was I going to go? Defiantly not the host club. I didn't know anyone else there, and didn't want to observe them, so what was my purpose? I only wanted to talk to the twins.
Well, that was a lie…
I wanted to talk to Kaoru. I don't know why, by he grabbed my interest more than Hikaru. The gruffer older twin just, wasn't my style. Once I broke free of my twin chains I could be more…of myself!
So I had a plan.
After forming this plan, I wanted to break free even more. I wanted school to end. The rest of my classes seemed to go so slow, except for my last class.
The twins were in there, and me, being prompt and a bookworm, got there first. So, as I'm pulling my homework out of my bag, I see identical twins sit next to my sister and I.
"Hello Mailaaa!" the two chimed in together. They had another girl by them (Who I later learned was Tamaki's girl, Haruhi, but that's a later chapter) I could tell she was a girl, but she was in a boys uniform. Anyone who couldn't was blind.
Well, I also thought that about the twins, so I must just have exceptional vision.
ANYWAYS! The twins taunted me about looking like my sister all class long, which was fine, for today. They'd be shocked tomorrow. Which just reminded me of my severe want to get home.
So the final bell rang, the twins leaving for the third music room, my sister and her friends in tow. I was sure to text Victor to call mother asap, there was no way I was spending an hour in the host club, just like yesterday.
Leila's friends invited her out, but she had to refuse due to my violin lessons. Boo-hoo. Whatever. I win.
There was no way I was going to spend all evening out again.
So yes, my sister was reluctant to stay in her school clothes (my choice for lessons) making her reluctant to talk to me. She pouted the whole way to lessons, which was fine with me.
Once we pulled up to the large house a few blocks away, I was already prepared. Now, I won't go into the lesson for the sake of time and interest, I'll just tell you it was fun, and I still rock.
Well, I successfully got out of lessons early and sprinted to the local convenient store, picking up some hair scissors, fire truck red dye, and some hair spray for the hell of it.
Lets just say, mom and dad weren't happy.