Split Identities by Adrasteia Rebirth/Cieno
Day Two
Mitsuki opened up her eyes to the new day ahead of her. Argh. Time to deal with that homework load.
She sat up, then groggily climbed down the stairs and reached the kitchen, only to hear the sizzle of oil on a frying pan-
-which where in the hands of that albino fire-loving psycho.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FRYING!"
The white-haired Dilandau looked at her with eyes that gave out the obvious impatience and distaste. Mitsuki immediately rushed over to the kitchen stove, he already burned the kitchen so many times-
"YOU'RE FRYING SUSHI?! What the hell are you??? NUTS?!"
"It's the only thing in the house and it actually TASTES something when well-done," was the reply.
"It's already black! It's indistinguishable from coal!"
"It's almost done."
"ALMOST?!?! It's indistinguishable from coal! Doesn't that say enough?!"
"Just because you're prejudiced towards tasteful dark things doesn't mean that anything that's not cold, plain, raw, and tasteless is bad. The dark green seaweed just overwhelmed the rice. That's all!"
"You freak!"
"I'm not forcing you to eat it, I didn't even plan for you to get a share. Feel free to toast some bread and spread your strawberry jam crap on it then."
Mitsuki angrily snatched a loaf of bread and the strawberry jam, heading for the table-
"Sis, aren't ya going to even toast the bread?"
"No thanx I like it 'RAW'."
Dilandau gave her a comical disgusted look, then resumed frying his already charcoal black sushi.
Before Mitsuki could even sit down, the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang. Impatience clearly echoed all over the place.
She flicked a glance at her brother, who seemed to be still completely oblivious to everything, clearly intent on fully burning the sushi. Sighing, she walked over to the door and opened it. It was not until the chilly early morning air hit her with full force when she finally realized that she was still wearing her light nightgown.
"Hi."
A short straw-haired girl cocked her head to once side in a very innocent expression, although it was clear that mischief was carefully hidden in the glint of those bright green eyes.
Mitsuki opened the door wider. "And you are…?"
The odd girl stepped into the house, then extended her left hand in the position of a handshake because her right hand was carrying a large bag on a stroller. "I'm Adrasteia Rebirth. Please to meet you."
Mitsuki hesitantly shook the odd girl's hand. "And what are you doing here…?"
Adrasteia gave a mild shocked look although it seemed like more of a mockery. "You don't know me?"
Mitsuki thought hard. "Did we see somewhere before…?"
The odd girl shook her head in disappointment, even further messing up her already wiry straw coloured hair. "I'm your sister!!"
Mitsuki's eyes widened further. "You mean… you're also part of…"
"Yep! We are alteregoes."
Wide eyed with disbelief and shaking her head in disapproval, Mitsuki let Adrasteia in.
"Does this automatically mean that any alterego that pops out has to move into this house?" Mitsuki murmured to herself.
"I guess so," Adrasteia unexpectedly replied.
Mitsuki eyed her oddly, then led her up the stairs.
The new girl surveyed the plain bare white walls of the house. "I'm guessing that you people had just moved in… huh?"
"2 weeks to be exact," Mitsuki replied unenthusiastically.
"Who do you live with? Do you even have parents?"
"No… we don't have parents. I just live with Dilandau right now."
"No parents? Then … isn't that kinda not legal in this plane of reality? And who pays the bills then? Who takes care of the house? Where do you find the money?"
"It's not legal but it's occasionally practiced. I pay the bills, I take care of the house, and the money we still have."
"B-but… how old are you right now? We look just around the same age…"
"Technically, we don't have ages since we were not exactly born originally into this plane of reality… but for the record- I'm 14 and my unhelpful 'brother' is 15 although he looks like 12."
"… and you people live alone? How can you survive?"
"For the past 2 weeks this plane of reality doesn't seem to be too bad."
Adrasteia was the one who was wide-eyed this time.
Poor blackened almost unidentifiable mutilated sushi sadly rolled from the frying pan and unto a contrasting white plate.
"Want sushi?"
"No thanks," was the reply of the new girl, barely hiding the look of disgust.
"Yay for me," Dilandau exclaimed, enthusiastically popping in several sushi pieces into his mouth at a time.
Mitsuki growled, "Did you use up all the sushi I stored in there?"
"Of course."
"What a waste of food."
"Shut up."
Adrasteia uncomfortably shifted in her chair, eyeing the two other mismatched siblings.
"Do you want to eat breakfast?" Mitsuki offered.
"No thanks," Adrasteia replied, looking around the room wearily again. "Say, you people must have an internet connection, right?"
"Why, of course. We have cable on both our computers. Feel free to use Dilandau's- his room is at the end of the hallway. It's easy to identify because of the black door with his stupid poster of a guyamelef on the front."
"It's called Aleseid- damnit," Dilandau murmured while chewing greedily on his burnt sushi.
"Whatever. Some weird mecha with a cape. That doesn't make any sense. Why would mecha robots have a cape?"
"Because it is cool and it serves as an invisibility cloak you retard."
Mitsuki was going to bark out another sharp reply but then she realized that Adrasteia's seat lay empty. She must have gone up to Dilandau's room then.
The remaining brown haired girl glared viciously at Dilandau, then resumed eating her strawberry sandwich.
A loud scream alerted her to bolt up from her seat.
"Adrasteia! What's wrong?" Mitsuki rushed up the stairs and into Dilandau's bedroom, only to find Adrasteia hugging his PS2.
"Wai Dilly-sama! You have a PS2?!" she exclaimed happily.
Dilly… sama?
Oddly, Mitsuki hadn't noticed that Dilandau rushed up the stairs along with her. And he replied "Of course. Do you think I'm insane?"
"W-wait," Mitsuki blurted out. "Dilly-sama? What the heck is up with the cutsy nickname and the title-?"
Adrasteia seemed to be oblivious to her words as she continued staring at the PS2. "Do you have Dynasty Warriors 3?"
"Of course," Dilandau replied.
"OH MY GOD LET ME PLAY IT LET ME PLAY IT LET ME PLAY IT-!"
Before Adrasteia could end her begging, Mitsuki had already shut the door. Great, another weird psycho with no life besides videogames and internet has moved in.
Mitsuki sighed, returning to her relatively peaceful bedroom. She turned on Music Jukebox and put in some of Mozart's compositions on her playlist. Then, she started typing on her weblog.
[Dear Diary… another psycho has moved in…]
All of a sudden the boom of disturbed nu-metal music shook the house.
[The psycho to add another psycho…]
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Author's Note: Yea, this is weird. If you're confused, just let me know ^_~ Anyways… if you're bored… check out my website at http://www.go.to/artsyliteraturefreak
And at http://artsyliteraturefreak.tripod.com/messagespage.html … I gave my characters a blog. So yes… "ArtsyLiteratureFreak's" messages are really Mitsuki's messages. Yes, the blog tells events that happened in this story, no it's not coincidental. I'm doing it on purpose =P
Day Two
Mitsuki opened up her eyes to the new day ahead of her. Argh. Time to deal with that homework load.
She sat up, then groggily climbed down the stairs and reached the kitchen, only to hear the sizzle of oil on a frying pan-
-which where in the hands of that albino fire-loving psycho.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FRYING!"
The white-haired Dilandau looked at her with eyes that gave out the obvious impatience and distaste. Mitsuki immediately rushed over to the kitchen stove, he already burned the kitchen so many times-
"YOU'RE FRYING SUSHI?! What the hell are you??? NUTS?!"
"It's the only thing in the house and it actually TASTES something when well-done," was the reply.
"It's already black! It's indistinguishable from coal!"
"It's almost done."
"ALMOST?!?! It's indistinguishable from coal! Doesn't that say enough?!"
"Just because you're prejudiced towards tasteful dark things doesn't mean that anything that's not cold, plain, raw, and tasteless is bad. The dark green seaweed just overwhelmed the rice. That's all!"
"You freak!"
"I'm not forcing you to eat it, I didn't even plan for you to get a share. Feel free to toast some bread and spread your strawberry jam crap on it then."
Mitsuki angrily snatched a loaf of bread and the strawberry jam, heading for the table-
"Sis, aren't ya going to even toast the bread?"
"No thanx I like it 'RAW'."
Dilandau gave her a comical disgusted look, then resumed frying his already charcoal black sushi.
Before Mitsuki could even sit down, the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang. Impatience clearly echoed all over the place.
She flicked a glance at her brother, who seemed to be still completely oblivious to everything, clearly intent on fully burning the sushi. Sighing, she walked over to the door and opened it. It was not until the chilly early morning air hit her with full force when she finally realized that she was still wearing her light nightgown.
"Hi."
A short straw-haired girl cocked her head to once side in a very innocent expression, although it was clear that mischief was carefully hidden in the glint of those bright green eyes.
Mitsuki opened the door wider. "And you are…?"
The odd girl stepped into the house, then extended her left hand in the position of a handshake because her right hand was carrying a large bag on a stroller. "I'm Adrasteia Rebirth. Please to meet you."
Mitsuki hesitantly shook the odd girl's hand. "And what are you doing here…?"
Adrasteia gave a mild shocked look although it seemed like more of a mockery. "You don't know me?"
Mitsuki thought hard. "Did we see somewhere before…?"
The odd girl shook her head in disappointment, even further messing up her already wiry straw coloured hair. "I'm your sister!!"
Mitsuki's eyes widened further. "You mean… you're also part of…"
"Yep! We are alteregoes."
Wide eyed with disbelief and shaking her head in disapproval, Mitsuki let Adrasteia in.
"Does this automatically mean that any alterego that pops out has to move into this house?" Mitsuki murmured to herself.
"I guess so," Adrasteia unexpectedly replied.
Mitsuki eyed her oddly, then led her up the stairs.
The new girl surveyed the plain bare white walls of the house. "I'm guessing that you people had just moved in… huh?"
"2 weeks to be exact," Mitsuki replied unenthusiastically.
"Who do you live with? Do you even have parents?"
"No… we don't have parents. I just live with Dilandau right now."
"No parents? Then … isn't that kinda not legal in this plane of reality? And who pays the bills then? Who takes care of the house? Where do you find the money?"
"It's not legal but it's occasionally practiced. I pay the bills, I take care of the house, and the money we still have."
"B-but… how old are you right now? We look just around the same age…"
"Technically, we don't have ages since we were not exactly born originally into this plane of reality… but for the record- I'm 14 and my unhelpful 'brother' is 15 although he looks like 12."
"… and you people live alone? How can you survive?"
"For the past 2 weeks this plane of reality doesn't seem to be too bad."
Adrasteia was the one who was wide-eyed this time.
Poor blackened almost unidentifiable mutilated sushi sadly rolled from the frying pan and unto a contrasting white plate.
"Want sushi?"
"No thanks," was the reply of the new girl, barely hiding the look of disgust.
"Yay for me," Dilandau exclaimed, enthusiastically popping in several sushi pieces into his mouth at a time.
Mitsuki growled, "Did you use up all the sushi I stored in there?"
"Of course."
"What a waste of food."
"Shut up."
Adrasteia uncomfortably shifted in her chair, eyeing the two other mismatched siblings.
"Do you want to eat breakfast?" Mitsuki offered.
"No thanks," Adrasteia replied, looking around the room wearily again. "Say, you people must have an internet connection, right?"
"Why, of course. We have cable on both our computers. Feel free to use Dilandau's- his room is at the end of the hallway. It's easy to identify because of the black door with his stupid poster of a guyamelef on the front."
"It's called Aleseid- damnit," Dilandau murmured while chewing greedily on his burnt sushi.
"Whatever. Some weird mecha with a cape. That doesn't make any sense. Why would mecha robots have a cape?"
"Because it is cool and it serves as an invisibility cloak you retard."
Mitsuki was going to bark out another sharp reply but then she realized that Adrasteia's seat lay empty. She must have gone up to Dilandau's room then.
The remaining brown haired girl glared viciously at Dilandau, then resumed eating her strawberry sandwich.
A loud scream alerted her to bolt up from her seat.
"Adrasteia! What's wrong?" Mitsuki rushed up the stairs and into Dilandau's bedroom, only to find Adrasteia hugging his PS2.
"Wai Dilly-sama! You have a PS2?!" she exclaimed happily.
Dilly… sama?
Oddly, Mitsuki hadn't noticed that Dilandau rushed up the stairs along with her. And he replied "Of course. Do you think I'm insane?"
"W-wait," Mitsuki blurted out. "Dilly-sama? What the heck is up with the cutsy nickname and the title-?"
Adrasteia seemed to be oblivious to her words as she continued staring at the PS2. "Do you have Dynasty Warriors 3?"
"Of course," Dilandau replied.
"OH MY GOD LET ME PLAY IT LET ME PLAY IT LET ME PLAY IT-!"
Before Adrasteia could end her begging, Mitsuki had already shut the door. Great, another weird psycho with no life besides videogames and internet has moved in.
Mitsuki sighed, returning to her relatively peaceful bedroom. She turned on Music Jukebox and put in some of Mozart's compositions on her playlist. Then, she started typing on her weblog.
[Dear Diary… another psycho has moved in…]
All of a sudden the boom of disturbed nu-metal music shook the house.
[The psycho to add another psycho…]
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Author's Note: Yea, this is weird. If you're confused, just let me know ^_~ Anyways… if you're bored… check out my website at http://www.go.to/artsyliteraturefreak
And at http://artsyliteraturefreak.tripod.com/messagespage.html … I gave my characters a blog. So yes… "ArtsyLiteratureFreak's" messages are really Mitsuki's messages. Yes, the blog tells events that happened in this story, no it's not coincidental. I'm doing it on purpose =P