Chapter 7
Suzume-san: Ok, peoples! Well, this is my new name; Suzume. Means "sparrow", which is a real nickname my friend gave me. I have a horrible habit of changing names. ^.^' BUT THIS WILL BE MY FINAL NAME SWITCH! XD Pity, I liked Aki, but it had no meaning to me.
Chapter 8-9 is going to feature episode 8 of the series. My muse and Yami shall do the disclaimer, but first! Replies to reviews, in which I give my thanks to the recent three.
Review replies:
KR Wolfe: Thank you for the pointers. Trust me, my ANs aren't planned to be so long and crazy. I don't know why they are. ^^' To distinguish the important from the random, I'll underline and/or put it in italics. That should help. Just skip to the story; it's separated by a horizontal line and ANs are in bold letters.
Dialogue... Well, I must admit that my writing before wasn't all that good. ^^' I'm trying to find some time to revise, but because I'm so focused on other things in life (plus updating my "forgotten" stories), I don't have a lot of time.
Descriptions... I can work on that. My "co-authors" are the REAL female twins and another friend, and they could give me a lot of description. You'll get (or should) a lot of description here, as this is where the story gets more "dramatic" than funny.
Thank you for pointing these things out!
I'mBarelyHuman: Um, I don't know what to say, honestly. I'm sorry if it confused you. A lot of ideas came from the real twins. Um, hopefully this chapter isn't super confusing... And hopefully it clears things up, this chapter. I really apologize! ^^' But you say you like the story, so... that makes me happy, knowing it's not the entire story that's confusing. ^^' It's one of those wacky crazy ones. I let the twins persuade me too much, again... -3- it should be cleared up, here.
Alex152: LOL Thanks! Enjoy! CX
Phoenix and Elsa/Kisara: The Authoress doesn't own Ouran High School Host Club. Or anything else (like songs, movies, etc.) mentioned. Only the plot... which Ashley and Aliyah sorta' own, too. And the OCs; Lily, Laura, Cameron, Dan, Kiril, Curtis, Aliyah, Ashley, Morgan and Jane (Suzume: I just HAD to insert "myself" here! ^^')
Chapter 7: Operation: Rescue the "Damsel", Ashley!
Ashley's P.O.V:
I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark and warm room. I groaned, lifting my head up only to hit it against something.
"Grr, dammit!" I hissed.
"Ah! So I see our, uh, captive has awoken!" a voice behind me said.
"Where the fuck am I, and why the hell am I still in this cosplay?!"
"You are in a place where nobody can find you." the voice replied. Heck, it sounded awfully familiar.
"Suuuure," I said "Somebody will find me... SOMEBODY BETTER FIND MEH!... If I don't bust outta' here first, that is. Besides, why dontcha' show yourself, you coward?!"
Out of the shadows (Ooh! Like a ninja!... ASHLEY IS STILL WAY AWESOMER THAN YOU!) came a familiar-looking male.
"OH MY GASH! IT'S THE DUDE NOBODY KNOWS!"
The dude scowled. "It's me, Kiril, you dimwit!"
I glared at him for a few seconds before my eyes gave a dull look.
"Nope," I replied, popping the P. "Still don't know ya." Yeah, I'm pretty hopeless when I wanna be.
"Maybe this'll refresh your memory."
A screen-where the hell did that come from?-was lowered and a movie started to play. B***h, where's da f**king popcorn?!
A flashback of two guys and Nekozawa all tied up with us, Aliyah and me, grinning evilly, was played.
"Ooh! Now I remember! You're... one of those dudes in that video... Are you a ninja? 'Cos I need to know; how the hell do you have videos of us? You'd have to be a saint or a ninja, and I'm choosing the latter, since saints don't kidnap people."
"Grr, I'm Kiril-san, the guy you abducted!" the brown-haired dude growled. Heh, I love calling people 'dude'.
I blinked. "Ooohh! No, that was Aliyah's idea." Sorry, Luigi, you're gonna be SACRIFICED!
"You're Aliyah!"
"No I ain't, b***h!"
"Tch, what pain. That little club of yours will come, soon. For now, we need silence. Curtis!"
I remember Curtis; the blond-ish kid we also abducted. But before I could continue with anything, I felt something cold and hard hit my head and I blacked out.
[flashback-4 years ago]
Ashley's P.O.V:
It was a cold, snowy day. My friends, my twin and I were all laughing, heading to my house.
We all made it on the drama team and decided to celebrate. We were in sixth grade, American system.
We were gonna do the usual; watch Doctor Who or Once Upon a Time or anything else on Netflix while eating a lot of junk food and just screwing around. Change into sweatpants and sweatshirts. It was always awesome.
Except today.
When we entered, I was about to yell out saying we're home when I heard yelling. My dad marched down the stairs with a suitcase, my mom following.
My dad looked angry, fists and teeth clenched tight, but his eyes held sadness. My mother's usually bright chocolate brown eyes were dull and bloodshot, black tears pouring down her face due to her mascara.
"Why, Jame? Why are you doing this?" she cried.
"I'm sorry, Émilie, but I just..."
"Dad?" Aliyah reluctantly called out.
Finally noticing us, they stared before my mom broke down crying. Dad just looked at us pitifully.
"Wh-where are you going? What's going on?!" I panicked. My parents never fought. They loved each other and their love bond was admired by a lot of people.
My dad looked down and smiled softly, which didn't fit the dark blue suit he wore. It made him look serious, dead serious.
"Just remember; I love you."
When he walked out that door that day and left in his black Lincoln, my world turned upside-down.
Mom was sobbing, my friends just stood there, unable to register what happened, Aliyah comforting our mom while I stood there confused, angry and sad.
Did our father just walk out on us?
Yes, I'd say he did.
The mood was completely ruined, after that. My mom crawled to her bedroom, her sobs reducing a bit to hiccups. My friends, Aliyah and I went upstairs to the attic, which had to small, round windows, a flat-screen TV with an X-Box and Blu-Ray, a glass coffee table and nine bean-bag chairs.
Aliyah was hugging Josephine while the rest of us sat there quietly.
"Why? It's not fair!" my sister whispered, her voice and body trembling.
Our mom never told us what happened. She became depressed and her sister, our Aunt Amélia, came and took care of us.
We also changed our attitudes and looks. Our coffee-brown hair was dyed a metallic pink, our eyes looked more dull and clouded and we were more quiet. We let nobody in our lives except for our stubborn band of idiots. I loved them. They wouldn't let it go, especially since they've seen what happened.
We got into a lot of fights, got kicked out of a lot of stores, our grades faltered. People noticed the changes, but we'd brush them off rudely.
That's how we got out name; the "Twin Icicles" or the "Twincicles". And because Josephine, Alex, Madison, Jenna and Nathan also brushed off people who asked what was wrong with us, and quite coldly, if they pressed on, we became known as the Arctic Circle clique.
About a year after that, a man came to our house. Apparently, he was our mom's co-worker, and they got along famously. They'd have a cappuccino or whatever, laughing while looking at new designs.
"Mom?" I asked one day while she was making supper. "Are you... Are you gonna split up with Dad?"
The smile she wore fell into a frown. For a while year, she's been blaming herself because of Dad's disappearance. I flinched; I hated seeing her sad.
She sighed. "Honey, I just don't know. Maybe... Maybe it's time to move on."
And so, she started going out with the guy, who's name was Dan. Nothing like kissing or whatever happened. It probably wouldn't even be considered a date.
He came over frequently and seemed nice, but after another year, his true colours started to show.
Dan-dude got really weird and scary tattoos. His eyes were surgically a creepy lime green and piercings were covering his face like a blanket.
He scowled a lot and glared and Ali and me, but would act all sweet if my mother was there.
"Hey, b***h!" he called out to me, one day. "Where's the f**king coffee?"
Usually, I'd ignore people who called me names, but when it's on the big No-no list, that's when I explode.
"Get off your f**king a** and find it yourself." I growled dangerously.
The black-haired man got up and slapped me with so much force that I almost hit the fridge behind me. The noise echoed through the room and my cheek stung. His hands were big and calloused (like Gajeel's or Laxus' from Fairy Tail) and as hard as a rock.
Hot, salty tears threatened to fall as my cheek burned like hell. I refused to cry, though. I wasn't gonna break by the likes of him.
Dan proceeded by grabbing the front of my shirt and slammed me against the wall behind him.
"Y'better watch what ya say, kid." he growled.
"F**k you!" I said as I kicked him to the ground, well, tried too. "Father will hear about this!" ("Inside joke" they wanted me to add)
"Oh, so you're Daddy's Girl, huh?" he grinned evilly and reached for my skirt. Why the hell was I wearing one in the first place, because I'd rather burn them WITH FIRE, was because it was part of my middle school uniform.
...
Dammit, DON'T THEY KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU WEAR SKIRTS THIS EFFIN' SHORT?! IT ENDS PRACTICALLY MID-THIGH!
Damn, our school's messed up. STUPID PEDOS!
I squirmed, but Dan held me in place.
My, I really hate to call her this, saviour, Aliyah, came in, dropping the mug she had in hand and screamed.
"THE F**K YOU DOIN' TO MA SISTAH, YOU SONUVAGUN!?" she yelled, which was proceeded by so many colourful words that I will leave it up to your imaginations.
Dan bellowed, his laughs echoed throughout the house. It was then I could smell a hint of alcohol when he opened his mouth wide.
"Scream all you want! Your wench of a mom ain't here to save your behinds!"
Aliyah took out a spatula (well, she is an icon user :P) and started hitting the adult, screaming. Dan just swatted and pushed her towards the stove, which was, thankfully, off.
Honestly, of all the times Aliyah would act stupid, it had to be now?
Yep, it seemed Karma, fate, destiny, whatever, if they existed, loved to toy with my life.
WHY?! HAVEN'T I BEEN A GOOD LITTLE ANGEL?!
...
OK! FINE! So I'm not! Just cut me some slack, sheesh!
Ahem! Anywho, back to the awkward-AND COMPLETELY WRONG-moment, here...
I wrestled him off of me while Aliyah distracted Dan by hitting him with the spatula. Once out of his grip, my sister and I bolted out of the house and ran all the way to Lily's, who lived the closest.
Imagine her face when she saw twins out of breath banging at the door like the Nazis during the Holocaust. Not a good reference, huh.
I sighed while Aliyah kept panting and Lily and her 4-year-old sister, Laura, looked at us with a 'what the hell?' look.
"Can-pants-can we come in, please?" I gasped out.
"Of-of course! Here, in my room." Lily replied, ushering us towards her room in the basement.
Ali and I fell on the pull-out couch that had band T-shirts everywhere; no doubt they belonged to her older cousin, Cameron.
"From the top; what the hell happened?" our red-head, blue-eyed friend gave us a murderous glare after shutting the door.
So we explained about Dan and the whole pedo stuff, making sure Laura wasn't in earshot, first. Afterwards, she looked at us in disbelief.
"You gotta get your mom into this!"
"I know, but..." I trailed off. She looked happy, for once. Our aunt had gone back to France, once deeming our mother "mentally healthy".
"Listen, I know your mom's happy and all, but she may be his next target. You don't want her hurt, do ya?"
I shook my head and started shaking.
I hated him. I hated pretty much everything about my life. Ever since my dad left. Ever since he gave up on us. It was his fault that Mom became depressed. It was his fault that Dan came "officially" in our lives. I blame him for everything.
But Lily's right. She knows us more than anybody. Well, except Morgan and Jane, but Morgan lives in New York City, Manhattan, now (TO TRY AND FIND CAMP HALF-BLOOD!... Jk, jk, sheesh...), while we're here in good ol' Atlanta, Georgia, and Jane lives somewhere in Europe because of something to do with her dad and the military.
Blah; I hated being pathetic. I'm not like this!
We agreed to tell Mom about Dan and left. But when we entered, our mom was alone and was humming happily to herself.
I lost confidence. My mother was so happy right now, and I was about to make her unhappy.
"Mom...?" I started.
"Yes, hon?" she smiled brightly.
"I... never-mind." I faltered. I couldn't do this!
For days, this went on. Dan's abuse and us failing to tell Mom the story because she was so darn happy! Until one day, Aliyah had enough.
"MOMDANISHARASSINGUSANDHEWON'TSTOPBUTWEDIDN'TTELLYOUEARLIERBECAUSEYOULOOKEDSOHAPPYWITHHIMAND-!" She ran out of breath.
Mom stared at her, confused.
"Sorry, dear, but can you run that by me again?"
So we explained what her co-worker was doing to us when she wasn't home and in the end, she was frowning.
"Why... Why didn't you tell me any of this before?" she asked quietly.
"Because you were so damn happy." Ali replied quietly, tears in her eyes. "We didn't want to see you sad. Since... since Dad left..."
"Oh, honey! If anyone hurts you, you tell me right away. No matter what, OK?" She came and hugged us. "I'll get this settled."
During the next week, we were summoned to court and had a trial on Dan's case. After a long, hard battle, he was charged for abuse, drug usage and pedophile, and was fired.
Our lives changed to somewhat normal. We still didn't act the same. Even during those few days of that man's abuse, it left a permanent scar.
He said awful things about our father, and as much as we had to agree on the... "mild" comments, they still hurt. He was our dad; the bond between a parent and child couldn't break. Well, that's our case.
It took quite a toll on Mom. Unlike Dad's runaway, she was just more quiet, but tried to act her old, cheery self... No offence on the "old" part, Mom.
Funny. She always wants someone to share their true selves or, if they're trying to shape up with a "mask", at least share a bit of their old true selves until they "change".
And, sure, you would think there would be bruises, and there were, but covered by our school uniform's high collar, long sleeves and long socks. Since our mom was rarely home, she didn't see us in our more comfortable clothes, specifically capris and T-shirts, so the scars weren't visible.
Then, three years later, our dad just show up, asks us to forgive him and suddenly, we're moving to Japan.
I grew angry. Unlike Aliyah, I could barely forgive him. I still can't.
[present]
I opened my eyes to the sound of yelling. I groaned and my vision became more focused. I saw Aliyah and the Host club, in weird spy-like costumes, yelling. Well, some of the club members, at Kiril and Curtis, who were yelling back. My sister had a metal pole (like Yuuki Cross' Artemis from Vampire Knight) in her hands held above her head.
"Oi, bakas! I'll repeat this one more time." I saw her close her eyes and she took a deep breath. Suddenly, they flung open. "GIVE ME MY SISTER, YOU LITTLE BI-!"
"Aliyah...?" I croaked.
She stopped and rushed towards me."You baka..." she mumbled, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
"You came..." I said, stating the obvious just to break the tension.
"Of course I did! C'mon, Mori-senpai will help you up. Kyoya will deal with these bozos."
"Mmm'kay." I sighed, closing my eyes.
I felt Mori-senpai's arms pick me up and I dozed off. When I woke up, I was in a limo with the club surrounding me.
"Mommy, look! Our daughter's awake!" Tamaki's loud voice yelled.
"Shut up!" I heard Kyoya demand, sounding super annoyed. He than looked at me. "How are you feeling?"
"Um, fine, I guess. What happened to Kiril and Curtis?"
"Suspended them from the academy and when they come back, they'll be moved to class 2-C instead of 2-A." Kyoya replied.
I sweat-dropped. "Seriously?"
"Well, they did hurt one of the members of the Host club." Hunny-senpai said.
"Still..." It was, technically, our fault. We did sorta' kidnap them.
"Shut up and be glad we came for you." my sister's grumpy voice said.
I smiled and dozed off again.
'Arigato.'
Suzume-san: *sighs* I can't believe I thought that I would be able to post chapter 7 before the New Years. -.-' Very silly of me... Oh well. Now, when the real twins are with me, they will be saying a couple of words about the story or whatever. This chapter, it's ASHLEY'S/ESTEBAN'S CORNER! The real Ashley is Esteban and the real Aliyah is Luigi. I think they deserve to say something about... whatever to you readers.
Thanks for reading! If you have any wacko, crazy and funny ideas that are not... confusing, please leave ideas in your reviews or send an e-Mail! If you have questions, you know the drill! Haha! Thanks! ^3^ Oh! NOTE! I'm looking for someone who's very skilled and is willing to draw covers, outfits, characters, etc. for my stories. If you are willing to, or know someone who can, please PM me! FOR FREE, THO!
Also, I added some humorous, yet not important, stuff here because I wanted it to be a bit... "brighter", I guess.
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ASHLEY'S/ESTEBAN'S CORNER: blah! unicorn kitten (that's all I wanna say)
