CHAPTER TWO: Decade
"Hamiru! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!" a guy called while settling the bacon on the plate.
His green eyes sparked with irritation, his short pale blonde hair framed his beautiful features. His face was pretty but manly looking like a bishounen in his petite but firm form. He wore a collared button down shirt and black pants, common for high school male uniforms. He took a few strides and halted on the stairs.
"Wake up you, Hamster! We will be late for school!" he shouted with cupped hands on his mouth.
From the second floor... an unidentified flying object rolling towards him and he caught it mid-air... it was a sketch pad that used by fine arts student to draw.
On the surface it read: I HEARD YOU, HIKARU-UNIICHAN! I'M COMING _!
A throbbing pulse appeared half of his head and threw it back from where it came from.
"You better be!" he shouted irritably again. "This is our second day of our senior year and I don't want to ruin my perfect attendance just because my sister is a slow poke!"
After his tirade... There's no respond from the aforementioned Hamster from the second floor. He strode angrily like a frustrated monster that did not get his meal.
"I shouldn't have made that promise ten years ago!" he chastised himself. "It's so hard to communicate with her!"
Moments later… A girl in her mid-teen: wearing a white uniform with green lining, white skirt just below her knees and knee-length black socks came rushing in the kitchen. She has a long blond ponytailed hair that barely touched her waist. She has more girl-like features than Hikaru and her name... Hamiru.
They are fraternal twins... two different ova and been fertilized by two separate sperms.
"Mataku na!" Hikaru grumbled, while setting the plate of bacon and eggs on her side of the table.
Hamiru nodded to her brother with a sly grin and held the sketch pad to him and with Camilla font...
*Arigatou, Uniichan. 3*
Hikaru shook his head. "Hai, hai" he said defeatedly. "Just don't let this be a routine." He warned.
Hamiru smiled and flipped the sketch pad for the next page. *Okay! Itadakimasu.*
"Itadakimasu!" Hikaru verbalized what it read.
Later that morning... they view the Sakura petals falling freely on their way to the school building. Hikaru stopped and admired the pleasant color of their country's national tree.
"Nee, Ham." He began with a calm tone that directed to his sister.
Hamiru cocked her head to the side with incredulity and held the sketch pad across her chest.
*What is it Uniichan?*
"It's been ten years, isn't it?" his voice was yearning. "Ever since I made you that promise."
Hamiru slowly smiled and nodded. She scribbled on the sketch pad using a black marker and showed it to her brother with glee. Hikaru read...
*Yeah, it's been ten years.* she dropped the current page revealing another batch of writings. *For me, It's kind of fun communicating with a sketch pad. ^o^*
Hikaru unconsciously scratched his green head. "Well you see..." his voice was procrastinating. "You don't need to seriously seal your voice." he finally confessed.
Hamiru's gem-like-eyes blinked in astonishment and she scurried off to write on her sketch pad with quick stroke.
*But, I promised that I will use my voice only in singing.*
Hikaru nodded again briefly recalling the vow. "Yes I know that But that's~"
His words had been cut off when written message was introduce by Hamiru.
*Uniichan you were right, I don't have to waste it only by talking.* she turned the page. *I have a gift that I must take care. That is why... I don't want to ruin my throat and I want to dedicate this only for music.* the sentence ended.
Hikaru was no power over his sister. Thus, he patted her head and smoothed her hair, he smiled at her supportively.
"Wakatta, wakatta!" he said vividly. "Tadashi!" he said holding a finger. "Promise me one thing..." He ordered and waited for her to nod. "You will not hesitate to use your voice whenever you're in a pinch or trouble, alright?"
Hamiru heatedly agreed with a thumbs-up.
A few moments later... they settled on their chair beside the window, hooked their matching satchels on the side. The twins seated on the second line. When the door opens... students greeted the beautiful, elegant lady with sea-green wavy hair just below her shoulders. Hamiru jubilantly greeted her.
*Good Morning, Michiru-Oneechan* she presented.
Michiru smiled a kind of smile that swayed any guy to fall on their feet and showered her with worships and offerings. Well, except for Hikaru, who just nodded towards as his greeting and fixed his eye-sight on the open book. The smiled faltered and Michiru pinched Hikaru's cheek.
"And good morning to you too, Hikaru." She said tone hard with frustrations.
"Ouch!" Hikaru cried. "Yeah, yeah. I heard you; I don't need to feel it. " he complained and pushed her hand away.
"Hmp!" Michiru scowled. "Hikaru Kamuel, you're the most frustrating man I've ever met!"
Hikaru rubbed his cheeks which are turning to red. "Gee... Thanks for the info." He rolled his eyes.
Michiru then sat beside Hikaru and strode snobbishly towards his sister and in one emotion to another... she regained her composure and merrily greeted Hamiru.
*Where's your violin?* Hamiru asked, and turn the page. *You're not practicing today?*
"I already left it on the auditorium, come and listen after class." She welcomely invited her.
Hamiru looked over Michiru. *Uniichan, Let's listen to Michiru-Oneechan later.*she requested.
Michiru stopped Hikaru in mid-nod. "No, no, no. Hamiru-Chan, I meant you come and listen after class." He eyed Hikaru. "Your brother will only interrupt by practice because of his unwanted remarks."
Hikaru popped an irritated pulse. They knew very well that both of them are rivals in terms of playing the violin, more in competitions and recitals. And they get rough when they started to agitated the other. Hamiru automatically grabbed her sketch pad and put it on her head like a shield.
"Michiru Kaioh… The reason why I made comments, is wholly because I want you to improve on the things on which I saw as lacking." He said good-naturedly, impending 'BOOM' is well controlled.
Michiru arched a challenge brow. "In my side, I only see you as a menace and to you only want to make fun of me."
Hikaru accepted the challenged in a nice way. "That is not true; I also told you before that whenever I will be practicing my skills I am open for critics." He rivaled her gaze.
She tilted her head, belittling Hikaru. "Hikaru Kamuel… how many times did I happen to noticed some flaw about your skills but it just turned out that you… contra- comment it."
"Not true."
"True enough"
Hamiru rolled her eyes and settled in her seat, she doesn't want to go in between the pending detonators everyday and no one can stop them from their bickering… no one except… of course the homeroom teachers. They automatically planted their bodies on their seats while their teacher announced that there's a new transfer student from America.
Hikaru and Michiru's eyes grew small.