Our two boys have a hell of a bad time ahead of them. Upcoming smut in about... chapter eight, though. Sorry if you guys hate it being slow :/

Warning: Language, Violence, Yaoi

Disclaimer: Ouran is Bisco Hatori's. Any products/bands/songs/etc are not mine.

Let's start this shit already...

God-fucking-dammit.

4. wHaT'rE yOu HiDiNg?

I'm quite embarassed to say that the first action that I physically did to my sister after she told me that we'd have to kill Mori was slap her hard across the face, my expression blank as the tall teen we were talking about.

"You're lying."

Shocked and more than a little pissed, Ayano returned the favor, my cheek stinging a hundred times more than her's probably did. "No, I'm not."

I was getting a little more than aggitated. It didn't take much to set me off in the first place. "Yeah?" I said, my voice rising, "Spill it."

"Fine," Ayano huffed. Her new attitude surprised me, because, when we were kids, she used to be sweet and angelic and now she's... not. I just can't find any other words to use at the moment...

But... It's like... She doesn't need me. That's it. And it hurts. Alot.

"Start from the beginning." I turned my eyes to the sky, counting to ten almost seven times before Ayano spoke again, her voice a little more gentle now.

"When... When you were adopted from the Krystle Agency and Neku Orphanage, Naruki and I ran off with Razi. You know, to find a place that was better for us."

Ryu nodded. Go figure. Razi and Naruki were joined at the hip; best of friends to the point that they were almost like sisters. They did everything together, and, under the circumstances of the last two people she knew and had comfort and trust in leaving, Ayano obviously would follow without a backwards thought.

"A few months, almost a year, after we left Naruki and I split paths with Razi. She said that she needed to finish some business, but that she could get us a place to stay for as long as needed with electronics for Naruki." The lilac haired girl simply turned in the twin's direction from where she sat on a rock by the side of the tent, blinked, and shifted slightly in her seat at the mention of electronics. The girl would go mad, even berserk, without the precious devices.

Ayano continued, "So we settled down for a couple years, then took off when Razi came back for us. She wouldn't tell us what she left for, though." After a moment of thought, she added, "But we really didn't question it.

"The three of us wandered around, and stumbled upon this place, Leverayx, but farther north" - Ayano made a vague circling gesture with her hand behind her, extending her arm as far as possible without turning - "and met the Elvin, Dragons, and Misfits." She sighed.

I was puzzled. "'Misfits'?"

Ayano nodded grimly. "They're the hybrids, beasts, cannibals, basically any freak show circus folk you might think up who band together to get away from the haters in society. They're accepted here in Leverayx, and the shows they preform are highly praised and treated as if it were a spectacular event instead of how nyeshuus recieve their acts. And, as it turns out, Itaku, Iatku, Momo, and Kiari are in their group as preformers and heads."

My head swirled with all these concepts, and I had a bad feeling this wasn't even close to a fourth of it. Itaku, Iatku, Momo - they were our only known cousins. Itaku and Iatku were twins, Momo being their little sister, and Kiari being the blind girl that they took in who had her eyes gouged out for a reason we didn't speak of anymore."What the - 'nyeshuus'? The hell are those?"

Naruki frowned and moved to sit next to Ayano, sharing the rock as a seat. Ayano had a twin expression marring her features. She frowned, cursed, scowled, whatever, much more often than I would like her to. "Nyeshuu: it's basically the word that Leverans use that roughly translates into several words which are 'foreign', 'unrealistic', 'superficial', 'shallow', and other words along those lines," Ayano explained, "and it's rather often used to categorize anyone from Earth. We're more in a parallel universe, if you will. Nyeshuus is the plurel form."

I nodded slowly, half comprehensing her words. Ayano noticed and shrugged. "It's hard to explain. Took Naruki and me almost six months to understand and use it in the right way. Their language is kinda hard to learn..."

I sputtered. "First English, then German, then French, then Spanish, then Tagalog, then now this? !"

"Yes, this. Now, can I continue?"

I groaned and nodded, my head falling. "Good.

"So we took lessons from the Twins, Momo, and Kiari to learn the language, Xia-nym. It's deathly fast." I didn't even bother to ask. "And you'll obviously have to take lessons, as well.

"We met Lynna Triesset, who's a maid at the castle, and at the time she was shopping for groceries. It was just Naruki and me, then. She said something... something about my eyes in their rushed Xia-nym, grabbed our hands, and started running to the castle. When we got there, we were dragged in and told the stories and legends about our family.

"Our royal line extends far, far back, before the Earth was recorded by celestial beings. Naruki's and Razi's, too. Though they're from an aristocratic line. We're more of a combatant or mission kind of royalty, if that makes any sense. Warriors, archers, thieves, mages; fantasy RPG stuff, which I wouldn't have thought of in a million years, due to our orpha-."

I had to interupt, a persistant question tugging at the back of my mind. "So what does any of this have to do with killing Mori?" I blurted, unintendedly snappish.

Ayano's eyes hardened over again. "I guess we'll tell you now, and tell you the other shit later.

"The Morinozuka clan were the servants and guards of the Haninozuka clan, who specialize in martial arts. They attacked Leverayx by finding this forest and the path somehow. Our theory is that we had a traitor who slipped out around the sixteenth century or so, and most of Leverayx went up in flames, literally. This was about a hundred years before Naruki's and Razi's family were accepted into aristocracy." Ayano gave a small yawn. It was getting late, but she already knew I would push her for time.

"Took years to build even half the city back up. By that time, most of the Misfits were off on a circus tour in another continent. See, Leverayx is only one country in this world, Femmirea. The main country, but still just one country, and our defenses were caught completely off guard. Stirred a huge ruckus and we all went into chaos.

"Our supplies; stolen. Our housing; obliterated. Our -"

"I get it, already. Hurry up and go on with the story!" I cut in. If I was going to be the 'king' of this place, I didn't really want to hear about how much the city was destroyed and suffered. "It's late..."

Ayano gave another big yawn that she hid behind her hand. "Fine. So, as I was saying..."

As it turns out, the burning of the city wasn't the only reason why Leverans hated the Morinozukas and Haninozukas. Apparently, they had also killed various important people throughout Leverayn history. There was a suspicion that Ayano and my parents were among them, which is a possible reason as to why Ayano and I are orphans.

By the time Ayano had suggested we should all go bed and I could use her sleeping bag for the night, anger bubbled heatedly at the bottom of my soul, before a cooling sensation that I could only describe as fondness for Mori, leaving me with an upset stomach, a wicked migrane, and a mind full of doubt.

As I snuggled into the warm, fur-lined sleeping bag, the voice emerged from the corner of my mind where he'd stayed silent throughout the whole storytelling.

You see why we need to kill him now? You'd be a fool not to.

But that was generations and generations back; more than two thousand years! There's no way that he could've played any part in it.

Che. Maybe not then, but I heard from a ghost of a Misfit nicknamed Balmes that in a couple months, the Morinozuka and Haninozuka are going to teach their Ways of Power to their heirs, and twist the story so that we're the bad guys! Don't you see, Ake? This 'Mori' kid might already know about it and they've been tracking you! He wants to get close to you so that you're vulnerable!

I didn't answer to that one. I heard an annoyed huff from my Inner, and a rushed, muttered sentence in some foreign tongue that certainly wasn't any kind of human. Maybe it was that Xia-nym language.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the eerie howling song of Ayano's wolf.

Sleep, for I will watch over you,

My Fallen Angel

No matter how wicked,

I will always love you.

Ha! You're kidding me, right? You think that by not answering, just falling asleep, that you can completely avoid the problem? Or do you simply need persuasion?

There was that voice again. My voice, but at the same time, not. My eyes snapped open and my head whipped around, searching for the owner of the eerie voice.

My dream was peculiar. What seemed to be my mind was upside down, city, office-like buildings hanging from the sky, and what should've been the sky was water with clouds in it and it was solid. Somewhat. I could stand in it, but water came up to my ankles.

(A/N: Reference of Ryu's inner mind to Vocaloid's 'Matryoshka' because of the buildings that are in the pictures that you can find[this is so vauge xD look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about] and the scene in one of the very early Ouran episodes [1 or 2?] where Tamaki is helping Haruhi find her wallet in the pond/fountain thing, and it looks like they're standing in the sky with it ripping around them ^^)

I was barefoot and standing in the water/sky, the water rippling at the slightest movement, wearing a white and red striped longsleeve(personally, a horrid choice of colors for stripes) and a pair of maroon colored silk pants that closed comforabley around my ankles. A figure materialized out of a black liquid in front of me, building it up from the bottom of the figure's feet to the last hair on his head.

It was... me. But his hair and eyes were black, instead of red. He instead of white and red, his longsleeve was black and red and his pants were black. Set in his face was a grin that displayed his sharp teeth, his inky black tongue peeking out every once in a while to lick and prod at the tips of those deliously dangerous canines.

"Tia. Evlyria shien kokai operu," the copy spoke. Foreign. Breakneck speed. Xia-nym. "Cleshi nye Fariwua le M ena? Seru kleh mechna kemo suni, xika.(So. You're finally here. How do you like your Inner World? I'm quite fond of it, really.)"

I blinked. "The fuck? Sorry, but I don't speak Xia-nym."

The copy looked pleasantly surprised. "Hé? Ng iteiru spiné?(Hm? You understand me?)"

I frowned. "I said I don't know Xia-nym. Can't you understand me? You were speaking to me in Japanese perfectly fine earlier."

My copy gave me an amused smile. "Are you sure that I wasn't speaking in Xia-nym, and you understood it perfectly fine so that your brain 'translated' it into Japanese for you?" The voice of Copy was different from when he was in my head; it had more of an edge to it, was slightly deeper, and sounded a bit more feral. In all honesty, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of that voice seemingly speaking Japanese.

I thought for a moment before answering, my body stilling as Copy resumed messing with his teeth. "That's... not possible. I've never even heard the language before now."

That amused grin stretched a little wider. "You sure? Humans often forget things from their childhood, and you're no human. Such a shame." The grin was in danger of splitting Copy's face. "You're mother's lullaby's were such beatiful things, too. Such a shame."

My brow furrowed and my body tensed forward toward Copy. My jaw clenched. "What do you know about my mother?" I hissed.

Copy laughed, a rich, mirthful laugh, like I'd just said the greatest joke he'd ever heard. It was borderlining on insane. "Ha! What do I know about you're mother? You're... You're... You're a good one, aren't you? Haha! Don't you understand? Why I can share all these memories that you don't remember since the days of your rebirth? Why, if you ask me, which I know you eventually will, I can recall every event that has to do will anyone from your blood, from your time?" Copy's laughter died abruptly and his expression turned sober as he approached me. I wanted to back up, but my muscles froze in place.

"I honestly hoped you would catch on sooner, my dear, dear Ake. This is almost depressing."

H-huh? I was no longer capable of audible speech, but Copy heard me nonetheless.

"This is rich... Oh, Aka...

I. Am. You."

I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. This was a dream, and when I opened my eyes, I would wake up. Last night was a dream. I'm really just in Mori's bedroom, my dreams caused by a possible fever or some kind of painkiller.

When I reluctantly opened my eyes, Mori's room wasn't the image that greeted me, neither was my inner world.

Tall flames danced all around me, higher and farther than I could see, black smoke blinding me. Then the infernal mass twisted into a smirking Copy's face.

The scent of burning skin assulted my senses and Copy laughed maliciously.

I knew that it was me burning.

I shot up into a sitting position, a sheen of cold sweat coating my skin. I clumsily released myself from the suffocating confines of the sleeping bag and raced out of the tent, nearly knocking Ayano over, who was about to open the flap of the tent to wake me up. Naruki stood behind her, holding her bow and a new quiver of arrows. It was then that I realized I was only an inch taller than Naruki, Ayano being 5'6", Naruki being 5'8", and me being 5'9".

"Woah! Slow down, Ryu! Where's the fire?" Ayano joked light-heartedly.

You're looking at it, I thought bitterly.

Trying to ignore her her, I stared into Naruki's eyes, fearful. "I'll be back here in a week. Give me until then. I want you to teache me Xia-nym." Then I added desperately, "Please."

Naruki had a ghost of a smile on her lips. Ryu Takahashi, begging her to teach him a language? And this desperate? Definately a rare occurance.

"Alright. But be here in exactly one hundred-sixty-eight hours or earlier, not a second later, or your lessons will forever be invalid." Huh. Typical Naruki.

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and the appearance of Copy. Ryu will later find out the Copy wants to be called Kuro. Not really all that of a spoiler \P Sorry if this chapter is a bit short, though.

I'm going to try to update at least once a month(not sure I'll be able to, but I'll try!) Today was mid-semester break day so I had nothing to do, home with my brother, so after I got some new music from the youtube-mp3 converter, I set to work with my library on loop sometimes early this morning, but I paused a few times to write a total of 21 measures for a song Scorpian's Eternal and I are writing called Hell's Angel that will be eventually turned into a fic. ^^; Didn't get very far, but at least I have all the lyrics done...

If this is a bit badly worded or just plain too wordy, forgive me. D: I had to fit some kind of destruction into Leverayx. The names of the other countries will be in the next few chapters. Oh, and I already have the next four chapters PLANNED, so that's a little less time that you have to wait. And the names of the four chapters, when finished, are suppost to be joined into one phrase :3

Also, my PR fic is going very VERY slowly D: Can anyone who's watched Power Rangers give me ideas for my Ranger 'series' name? Like types? Real Ex: Turbo, Zeo, Dino Thunder, etc. I need help! I don't know what to name them! : Their Zords have to do with mythical creatures, so that should help a little.

Thanks for being awesome~ lol

~Kurami~

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