Me: WHOO! Fourth chapter already I think…Yup it is if you include the prologue which I do. Man I've written all of these within a matter of days. Normally this takes weeks but these chapters are shorter than my normal length. There about nine pages instead of like forty.

Sasuke: I'm so proud you actually have dedicated yourself to this story

Me: I know me too. But I think that's it's being a senior in high school despite trying to fund college.

Disclaimer: Hmmmmmm well I don't own Naruto but I do own Sesshomaru because Rumiko Takashi's lawyers won't look for me here. (My ingenious logic)

Title: The Truth of True Royalty

Chapter: My first day as family

I glanced around the room that was now slightly chilly from the October morning air. Sasuke had gone missing sometime during the night. I sat up but quickly covered my mouth to hold in a scream from the absolute burning in my throat. It was something I had never experienced because I had never denied myself the blood that I needed. I was alone and scared for the first time since I was little and was told to suck it up.

I frantically whipped my head around the room there was no sign of life other than myself. I looked down at my wrist contemplating drinking my own blood but something stopped me. Once again my body would not move to my command but at least this time I knew who was responsible for it so there was less of a panic. The question that now ran through my mind was how in the world that Sasuke knew what the hell was going through my mind.

"Lylas you never ever and I mean ever drink from your own body do you understand me?" My hand was jerked away from my mouth only to be replaced with Sasuke's wrist. "Drink from mine but it's dangerous to drink from your own you could kill yourself." I bit just like I was told but what I was never warned of was the frenzy of drinking from a live person not from a bottle. It was warm and addicting, I was having trouble stopping myself. I was about to start to panicking again when Sasuke forcibly pulled me back.

"Why the hell didn't you warn me about that you asshole? I've never drank from a live person hell I've never drank from a person in general!" I turned to keep yelling at him until I saw the dark look in his eyes, me drinking his blood had done something to him. "Sasuke are you okay?" He shook his head seemingly clearing it of something.

"Sorry I wasn't expecting that. It had nothing to do with the live part. Do you know how Itachi found Sakura?" I shook my head. I never saw the reason to intrude on Sakura's life.

"He tasted her blood. That is how vampires find there life mates. That was the reaction you just had. From now on you can drink no other blood but mine. Do you understand me?" I nodded quickly I knew I wouldn't it sounded dangerous already. There was no way I was putting myself in pain.

"What's for breakfast because I'm thinking French toast is sounding really awesome right now. What do you think?" He rolled his eyes at me before dragging me down to the kitchen which was currently bare of staff. I was puzzled.

"Do you not own a kitchen staff or is this an extra kitchen?" He just laughed.

"The kitchen staff answers when called I was just about to until your curiosity got the better of you." I jumped frantically waving my hands in a stop/no motion.

"DON'T I want to cook you silly goose. I like things certain ways that I make it. Before they died this really old couple owned a bakery but could no longer run it I offered to cook and stuff and they let me. They knew I lived on the streets but I was really good I could make and decorate anything. Especially cakes, any you could imagine. So cooking is a privilege to me. Do you even know how to fry an egg?" he smiled sheepishly at me. He very obviously didn't.

"Well then we'll start there. Now I need eggs, pieces of thick Texan toast, and ten oranges, strips of bacon, milk, a skillet, and a nice big griddle. That should feed us both don't you think? I mean I eat a lot so I figured you would too." He slowly but surely got everything that I asked for not even knowing where things were in the kitchen. I turned on the burner for the skillet and plugged in the griddle. I quickly grabbed a small plastic bowl.

"Now we put a couple eggs and some milk in here and that makes the coating that you put on the toast. The bacon goes on the griddle and be careful it pops grease when they look down flip them. Now for the eggs you crack it and carefully put it in the skillet and it's the same as the bacon when it's done you flip. See easy. For the toast you cover both sides of it with the batter stuff some people put cinnamon on there's but I hate cinnamon. Then you put that on the griddle or a skillet and cook. See you can now make yourself breakfast. Please tell me that you got all of that." He nodded but truthfully he looked a little overwhelmed. I had to keep myself from laughing at his concentrated look when cooking. To me it looked like he was planning for war not frying one egg.

I turned to the oranges. To me this was the best part of homemade cooking. I was debating making real juice the old fashion way with the stomping. I laughed hysterically this time at seeing the mental picture of this prim and proper prince standing knee deep in a bucket of cranberries. I turned to see him glaring at me. I guess I forgot the whole twin telepathy thing we had going on, luckily breakfast was perfect behind him. Figures it would be perfect I was beginning to think that part of being an Uchiha was doing everything perfect.

"Now here's the fun part. We're going to squeeze the juice out of the oranges into the glass for homemade orange juice. What do you think?" He smirked at me before demolishing the first orange flat filling part of the glass. I could imagine him thinking that the orange was my head. I quickly joined him squishing my five oranges with pleasure. To me it was a great stress reliever to squeeze the life out of something not really living. But cooking was a stress reliever in general for me. I was done with my oranges and now had a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Now does your food taste better after you have the accomplished feeling that you did this for yourself because you should." He shook his head.

"It's food. I would have rather had the servants make it for me instead of doing the work." I glared, taking my plate of food away from non-believers. I was going to eat my food with myself just like before.

"This is why I didn't want to come. You're all spoiled brats who never appreciate the important things in life. Some people would not have this much food to eat in a month." I stormed out of the kitchen I was going to eat out front and look like a homeless person hoped it ruined their reputation as royals. I would never truly be a part of a family that wasn't there for me and that doesn't understand what my life was like, the things I saw in that poor district. I'd been family less my entire life I didn't need one now.

I waved to Sakura on my way out. "I'll visit for Christmas. Until then see you, I love you." She blinked before slowly and confusedly waving at me. I was shoveling the end of my food into my mouth leaving the plate on a table with a random plant on it. I turned around and memorized the interior of the hall. It was beautiful but cold just like the people that lived there. I scoffed and turned opening the door and stepping out into the beautiful morning sunshine.

I walked through the city of Konoha amazed at what I was seeing. There were people everywhere and everyone seemed to know everyone. There was no one too poor and no one too rich. I had multiple people come up to me and tell me that I looked down. They then proceeded to give me fruit meant to heal the heart. I smiled it was the type of place I imagined living in, with a warm home, garden, porch and wonderful neighbors. My childhood dream before reality set in and it was shattered. It was shattered further by what my family was really like. They wouldn't even know I was missing till I didn't show up for bed tonight. Or Tsunade decided to look for me to check my health.

I passed the ramen bar to see Naruto sitting there eating so quickly I was surprised that he wasn't sick. He could fit at least fifty bowl of that stuff in his stomach and still have room for more. I stepped in and sat next to him, he turned to me and smiled noodles falling out of his mouth in the process.

"Hey Naruto, just letting you know that I'm leaving and to come visit me whenever I want. I'm always open to a visit from you." His face fell knowing that I would most likely never come back to this place.

"There not that bad Lylas and you know that." I sighed.

"I know but they will never understand me. I'll be some charity case because I'm a long lost sister. I refuse to be kept around collecting dust like every other trophy that happens to reside in that damned castle. Castle Naruto I grew up on the streets. That's too much. If they really care and want to visit me then they can find me in the slum of New Orleans two days from here." He laughed. He knew how stubborn I was. He also knew I was serious.

"Seriously though Lylas give them a chance if one of them does come looking for you, I'd bet a month's worth of ramen that Sasuke is the one that goes to find you and see your life." I raised an eyebrow. Naruto was serious if he was betting ramen and a month's worth of it at that.

"What makes you think that?"

"Your twins that's all I need." I snorted. Twins whoopedoo like I cared, it meant that we had almost one hundred percent the same DNA. Which from a human perspective is really gross but you know whatever.

"So what that means diddly shit to me. Just letting you know that." He sighed.

"Do you know why it's such a big deal?" I shook my head. "Vampire twins only happen every bazillion years. This is the first time in history they've been in the royal line. Sasuke and you are the most powerful beings on the planet and are the only thing that can keep the other in check. This isn't common. Sasuke will find you just because he didn't understand why working is so much a part of you. He will go as far as trying to live your life to understand how he offended you. You and Sasuke are exact copies of each other genetically despite you being female and blue eyes. You are so connected that it will put you in pain to part to far from him, your mates as well making it twice as hard for you. Can you at least stay within Konoha? It would make me feel better if you stay here." I contemplated it and nodded.

"I promise to stay within Konoha for you and only you." I turned and left the bar, I was leaving immediately before Naruto realized that I was lying and was going to leave anyways currently he was too distracted by ramen. I also knew I could possibly be over reacting well actually I was but in my life I learned that you walk away before you get hurt not after leaves less scars and that's speaking from experience.

I was a day out from Konoha when the pain was starting to truly slow down my pace home. I quickly transported myself to a random alley and collapsed. Naruto was right about the pain. It was horrible but it was something that I would overcome. Despite my slight denial I was an Uchiha and I would not be defeated, even by my own body no matter what it took.

I sat there doing breathing exercises to help ease the pain, for some odd reason it seemed to make the pain worse. I growled and tried not to scream out loud when I felt like I was on fire. Sasuke must be going the opposite way of where I was.

Asshole, going the wrong way I mean I don't like you but really can't you even go the right direction.

"Child why do you make this hard on yourself, yes I know about them never understanding you but it also seems that you're afraid of that family loving you in that same respect. Despite your life Lylas you need to learn that not everyone is cruel, not everyone is using you for their own purposes and I know that this will be very hard for you but you can do it. I know you can, and the first step of that is letting someone in. You need to try and let someone prove you wrong or this will forever continue." I stared at her. The pain had subsided, hopefully this meant that any bond I had mad with my twin had been severed.

"I don't need them. I'm fine on my own besides the pain stopped the bond is broken. They'll never find me now." I smiled I wanted nothing to do with them.

"Your friend told you about twins. That bond will never be broken no matter how far you run he will find you. Fate brought you together and that's how it will be, you know what happens when you defy fate. She gets very angry especially since you know how this works and is actively avoiding your fate. You need to face your fears, you need to learn to love, and no one is meant to live alone." Mama Odie disappeared in a whisper of smoke making me believe I'd imagined her or my conscience was seriously fucking with me.

I stared down the alley at the street watching people pass until I feel asleep.

A week later

I laughed in triumph at my success, for the past week no sign of Sasuke and no pain. I was beating my fate and winning, well at least I hoped I was. Life had gone back into routine, stand at the corner, get paid, come back, start over, eventually go to my cardboard box of a home and start the same the next day. I had had no more visits from Mama Odie truly making me believe I was delusional at the time and I probably was. I was currently standing at the corner watching people pass. They were the same people I saw every Saturday afternoon, this entire town ran like clockwork.

"HEY LADY!" I jumped startled from my thoughts to see a ten year old boy in front of me, one that I had never seen before in my life. He looked straight out of a book, too fancy to be a part of this part of town.

"That man across the street smoking wants to talk to you said it was personal, family business. He sounded real nice." I looked up to see Sasuke leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. I guess he did find me after all; the odd part was not approaching me himself. Probably didn't want to be seen associating with me.

"Christen get away from that nasty woman she probably has all types of diseases that you could get." I glared at the high class woman taking her son away from my presence. I didn't have diseases; my body killed them off if I did get them anyway. I stared at Sasuke who was obviously waiting for me to walk over to him. The damn prick, I was working for god sakes I couldn't just leave because he wanted me to. If he wanted to be in the slums he was going to have to learn in the slums if you wanted to talk to a prostitute you walked over to their corner and talked to them there.

I stood there the rest of the day a couple times even getting into cars with people. By dinner even in the crappy street lighting and across the road I could tell he was unhappy with me. Hell every time I stepped into a car and came back later he looked more pissed than the last time. He either hated being ignored or the fact that this really was what I did, reality finally hitting him in the face on just what my entire life was like compared to his. I thought it was a little of both.

It hit midnight before he walked across the street and I never stayed out this late because bad things happen to pretty hookers after ten. He was literally stomping across the street in anger at my petulance behavior to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I raised an eyebrow. What the hell did he think I was doing?

"Umm my job, what else would I be doing on a damned corner?" He made a very odd face that was between exasperation, frustration, and surprise. It was quite an interesting facial expression to look at.

"I've been standing there all day waiting to take you back home and you ignored me. Why is that?" I sighed, they truly didn't get me. It was pathetic in my opinion that they couldn't understand their own daughter or younger sister. I was beginning to think that the blood test was wrong. I so far had nothing in common with them and that was without bringing our childhoods into this.

"Because I truly doubt that I'm related to you. You will never understand my life, ever. So please stop trying and let me live the rest of my life in peace." I turned to leave only to be jerked back roughly by his hand on my upper arm.

"That's not good enough, because truthfully I don't care what you think, you are my sister whether you believe it or not and I will understand you. Now where do you live?"

"In a cardboard box in that alley right over there." It was blunt and the truth, maybe the truth would scare him away from me. He blinked and assessed my truthfulness before looking pained.

"Have you ever been to the doctor?" I shook my head. "A movie?" Another negative. "A party?" Once again a no. He was now grasping for straws looking for anything. "What have you done?" I actually had to ponder that thought, what had I done with my life? It was then I realized it was absolutely nothing.

"I've never done anything but work to survive that's about it. I was in the Hunter's Society for a little why before it got shut down. My weapons are with Tsunade unfortunately." He sighed before taking off his long trench coat and wrapping it around my shoulders, it was the warmest thing I'd had all week and it was starting to get chilly. But the short skirts and tube tops didn't help.

"Come on, I've got some clothes for you at the hotel that you can change into and we can go to dinner. How does Italian sound to you? I was thinking some spaghetti with marinara sauce, parmesan cheese and some mozzarella cheese sticks." My stomach growled at just the thought of all that food. I guess so far we had one thing in common and that was pasta.

The receptionist at the hotel desk glared at me the moment I walked in either angry I was with Sasuke, that I was a prostitute with Sasuke, or that I was a prostitute in general I wasn't sure. But thank you very much I did what I needed to; there was no need to be hostile towards the innocent. He walked up to the desk not noticing or not caring about the glaring.

"May I ask what the best restaurant for Italian food is and where?" She turned flirty when she realized he was paying attention to her. It was disgusting and truthfully I was ashamed to be of the same gender as her. She snapped to and quickly answered.

"Perfezione Italiana is the best place. I forget what its name means but it symbolizes the restaurant itself." I rolled my eyes at her dim wittedness. She really needed to pay attention better.

"It means Italian Perfection and it's actually not the best. It's the best fancy wise and expensive as hell but food wise as in true homemade straight from Italy Italian food it would be better going to La Mia Bellezza which is My Beauty. Its family owned and ran not some chain restaurant." She turned to glare at me.

"No one asked for your opinion whore! So stay out of this!" I glared back, I didn't wait for people to ask my opinion I gave it.

"Well it's true; I've lived here my entire life. Stop giving out the richest place there is when it's not truly the best. More importantly I am not a whore so don't accuse me of being one you jealous bitch. I can't go anywhere with my twin brother because of people like you! You like someone because there rich, famous, or hot. I'm sorry but that's low and I'm ashamed to be of the same gender as you. Now thank you for your input we shall be going, I might even tell your boss of the way you treat your female guests. Good day." I stalked away leaving a shocked receptionist an amused Sasuke. I was headed for the stairs when Sasuke stopped me.

"The elevator is here koi. The stairs will take too long to get to the top floor." I stared at the elevator, I hated them with a passion in my opinion it was safer to take the stairs. I sighed.

"How about we play a game? I say something about myself then you do. Fair enough. Good I'll go first. I have a hatred/ slight fear of elevators they make feel sick and I'm afraid of getting stuck in one." I closed my eyes and waited for the laughter, I squinted them when there was none he was just standing there with the doors open waiting for me.

"I won't allow anything to happen to you in any elevator and I guess it's my turn. Hmmm well I can write poetry." He pressed the penthouse button and turned to me it was now my turn.

"I'm an artist, I love to draw and paint I was pretty good to. Had to sell them to pay Sakura for the holes in her house." He nodded.

"I like sweets but only when certain people make them." I laughed. Certain people huh.

"I bet you'd like mine. I love to cook it's a passion of mine like decorating." He smirked.

"That doesn't count I already knew that one." I growled damn bastard was being unfair.

"I have an extremely taste sensitive taste buds. Like more than normal, I can taste preservatives and oils on salads and stuff that other can't some are really disgusting." He cocked his head to the side obviously finding it interesting.

"I love snakes. I own tons that live on a separate property cause some are contracted demons, only three reside in the house with me." I squealed.

"Really?! I've always had a love of snakes, they tended to like me to but you actually own some. That's like the coolest thing ever!" He laughed at me very amused at my sudden outburst. I was starting to come out of my shell and be me. Although in my own self-evaluation the squealing was unnecessary.

"I take small cherry or grape tomatoes dip them in whip cream and eat them." I looked at the number on the elevator it said we were one floor away.

"Really you do that too it's not just me?" I turned surprised many people found it odd that I liked it; the fact that he did the same actually said something about the two of us.

"I love eating tomatoes for breakfast. I've never had to worry about being fat. My favorite color is deep purple. I have a popcorn and mac and cheese obsession and I have the most random and sometimes scary mental pictures." I had ruined the game but I was intrigued, I had read psychological studies of human twins that said the ones that were separated still had base things in common. I didn't think it would be the same for us because it was such different lifestyles as well as we weren't human but I guess as vampires we are more evolved so to speak so there might be even better result than for humans.

"Definitely a tomato breakfast fan, I don't get fat it's against genetics. My favorite color is purple. I like popcorn but not obsessed but I do have a mac and cheese obsession and what type of mental pictures are we talking about here?"

"Like a week ago I imagined my head as an orange and you had a maniacal look on your face shouting 'die bitch die' while squeezing the life out of my head. After thinking when squeezing the oranges that you were imagining one as my head." He turned to me as the elevators doors open with a questioning look on his face.

"Are positive you're sane? Because that's pretty out there, I've never heard anything like that in my life and Naruto is my best friend." I glared at him and stalked to the hotel door waiting for him to open it.

"Now my dear twin it is time for you to officially become my sister be ready for a makeover." I paled at his words and looked at him fearfully it sounded painful and personal I hated total strangers.

K I know odd place to stop it but twas getting long, twelve pages.