A/N: I really don't have anything to say. Our favorite prefect doesn't make an appearance, but someone very close does. Time for school ._.


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Time to prepare for school, I guess.

(Aki & Hiko's POV)

I couldn't help but whistle as I stared at the nursery school. It's bigger than Mama's apartment, that's for sure. Agreed. If this was the preschool… what about the elementary school? Junior High? We'll worry about that when we get there, I could almost imagine him patting my head reassuringly as the other mothers looked at Haru strangely. They probably thought that she had whistled, since no sane person would automatically assume a child just over 6-months old would be able to whistle, much less use it in a social situation.

Shifting the innumerable amount of bags in my hands and on my shoulders, I grimaced. Do they really need this many bags?! Hiko just listened to my plea before mentally nodding; I heard somewhere that Japanese preschools really focus on social skills and behavior. This is all so that we can grow up to be independent, respectable adults, and I couldn't help but snicker at his self-righteous tone.

'Would you two stop bickering? Haru's looking at you strangely,' Tsuki practically hissed, and Hiko and I both stood a little straighter. Yes ma'am. Mi just laughed at us while Tsuki fumed. 'Idiots.'

Apparently Mitsuki's theory that we were a case similar to Chrome and Mukuro was completely wrong. Upon taking a closer look at Tsuki's memories, Mi-chan was able to see that, according to the manga, Mukuro had a completely different mindscape than Chrome's. Chrome's mind was all flowers and sunshine; Mukuro's was a dark, dreary hallway that stretched into oblivion. The only theory I could come up with was that we had the same mindscape to begin with; we didn't have separate ones, since we had that special 'twin' connection. To block each other out, we had to focus our mist flames to create a barrier between us. When Mitsuki had agreed that it made sense, I felt strangely happy. Hiko had teased me for days.

"Hahi! There's Kyoko and Kaede-chan! Say hi you two," Haru said while pushing us in their direction, effectively stopping me from dwelling on Hiko's absurd notion that I had a sister complex. As if. Kyoko waved as we got closer, but a frown appeared on her face when she looked at us. We haven't seen her since before we dyed our hair… Scratch that, we really didn't have any hair back then. I was sorely tempted to smack him as he chuckled, even if that meant I'd be smacking myself. It'd be one strange game of 'why are you hitting yourself?' Kyoko just looked at us a moment longer before asking Haru "Are you sure these are your children?" They immediately burst out laughing, leaving Kaede-chan, Mitsuki and I dumbfounded. …What?

"Oh, I'm sorry, but they just look so mature! And their hair is so long…" she trailed off, looking specifically at me. Mitsuki had asked me about a week ago if she could style my hair, and surprised as I was I didn't get what she was trying to do. After a few minutes, she led me to a mirror to find Fon staring back. Both of us had hair that grew incredibly fast, but my hair grew even faster than hers, so that while she had hair that reached her shoulders now, I had hair that went down my back. Both of Haru and Mitsuki had offered multiple times to cut it, but a part of me liked it. I remember the first time I realized my hair went down past my shoulder blades, and Hiko had some… interesting thoughts. So this is what it feels like to be a girl, was one of them, and I was so busy laughing my ass off I didn't realize until much later that the idiot had finally provided me with some leverage over him. We made quite a pair; him a closet girly-girl, me a… well, according to him, someone who had a sister complex.

Mitsuki had begged me for the entire week not to cut or take the braid out, and somewhere along the way I had gave in, saying she could braid my hair every morning. I guess Hiko's words had some small, tiny, ever so tiny and miniscule truth to them, not that I'd ever admit it. I heard that. GODDAMN IT HIKO!

'You two are seriously scaring Haru.'

That was another thing. We silently fought so much Haru was getting a little suspicious, so we started forcing conversations and fights whenever we were in her presence. Eventually she seemed to think it a phase or something, but whenever we lapsed into silence she would just look at us.

When all was said and done, I looked nothing like Haru, and since Mitsuki had also styled her hair to look like Hibari's with a low ponytail in the back, cackling evilly all the way, she also looked nothing like Haru. "I'm sorry, but you are correct. I am not Miura Akihiko," I slightly smirked, "I am Fon, of the Arcobalen-" I was cut off as Mitsuki kicked me in the face before stepping lightly off of my paralyzed body. As I faded in and out of consciousness, I could make out Mitsuki reintroducing me and herself, before her shadow loomed over me. She slapped me repeatedly until I snapped awake, and pulled me to my feet as I grumbled. You're so meannn~

'Yea, well, I don't want to have to explain to Haru why we know of the Arcobaleno and have to deal with copyright issues.'

Copyright issues?

'She means that if Fon found out that someone else pretended to be him, it won't end well.' I shivered internally at the last part and rubbed my bruised cheek, while Kaede-chan looked in awe and Kyoko just stood there wide-eyed. Hah, always knew you were a pigeon- Wha-wait no don't hurt me please Tsuki! Hiko came to my defense when Mitsuki tried to kick me by temporarily taking control of our shared body and blocking her foot while I panicked. He relinquished control to me again, and then Mitsuki shook her foot out of my now weak grasp. 'Well that was new. What exactly did you do, Hiko?' I just… I don't know. I felt him shrug in my mind, but turned my focus back to the outside world when I saw Kaede-chan running over to me.

"Are you alright?" she automatically squeaked, lightly tapping my cheek and apologizing when I hissed in pain. "You really need to control your strength Mitsuki," she exclaimed, turning to give Mitsuki an accusatory glare. I stuck my tongue out at her, and I swear I saw a vein almost pop in her forehead as she started trudging forward, a murderous aura surrounding her. It took the combined efforts of Kaede-chan, Haru and the pigeon lady to stop her; even then they were struggling. I just laughed at her in my mind before I remembered we were still mentally connected, and quickly broke said connection.

"Oh? Who do we have here?" said a silky voice. I just stared at the person who just spoke from behind Mitsuki. No. It can't be. He's supposed to be over twenty! You're telling me!

"You have quite the murderous aura," he smirked, and when Mitsuki spun with something akin to a roundhouse kick, he just blocked it with the back of his hand. They both froze when their eyes met, however.

"You look just like-" they blurted out simultaneously, but each ended the sentence differently. "Dad?" "Hibari?!" Mitsuki covered her mouth after speaking his name, while the supposed Hibari narrowed his eyes. "You're far too feminine to be my father, and much too short," he snorted, before reconsidering for a moment, eyes narrowing. "So why do you have his hairstyle and the same shade of onyx eyes? And how do you know my name?" I backpedaled, my mouth opening and closing like a fish's, while Mitsuki just glared at him, then snorted. She's always been the rash one. Did she write a will? We can only hope.

"Are you sure that it isn't my hairstyle, and your father was just copying me?" she sneered, which seemed to catch the Hibari look-alike off guard. He barely had time to ponder this before Mitsuki took advantage of his moment of distraction and kneed him where the sun don't shine. 'Naive little boy.'

As he doubled over in pain, Mitsuki turned around and quickly grabbed Kaede-chan's and my hand, before rushing off towards the building. "You're lucky you haven't hit puberty yet, or it would have hurt a hundred times more, kisama!" she shouted over her shoulder while half-waving at Haru and Pigeon Lady who were just staring at the slumped form of one Hibari look-alike.

Breathless, we ran into the building, and since I'd been doing a lot more jogging recently I recovered first. Figures. I half galloped over to a kindergarten aid, asked for directions to the classroom I believed to be ours, and pulled the other two who were just now recovering in the general direction the aid had pointed to. Damn, girls are heavy. Don't say that to their face. Do you want me to take over?

I mulled over this for a second, then figured it couldn't hurt. Why not. It was a strange experience, I'd give it that. Before, I was too distracted to realize Hiko had taken possession of our body, but now…

It felt like my consciousness was trickling into our mindscape, slowly building a physical body there. "Is this…" Hiko's response was as if he was right next to me, talking as we would in the dreamscape. "Don't get used to it. God, I'm already tired. We're at a classroom door, I'm switching back." As I felt my consciousness trickling back, I smiled. "Love ya too."

Taking a deep breathe, I opened the door- why was it shut in the first place?!- and was greeted with an angry teacher. "We're in the middle of class! Where are your parents?" the teacher hissed with scorn. "Umm… We're the Miura twins…" I mumbled, not wanting to anger the teacher any more. "Oh. You're late," she stated, beckoning for us to stand in a circle with thirty or so other children. I was pretty sure children our age shouldn't be walking normally, much less talking, but the teacher just took it in stride. I blamed it on anime logic. As I walked further into the room, Mitsuki finally got to her feet and brushed herself off, glaring at me. Kaede-chan was knocked out cold. That's convenient. Not.

I dragged Kaede-chan's limp body to the center of the room, glaring at nothing in particular. Damn it, how did this happen? That Hibari kid is going to kill us now. I sighed, and tuned into what the teacher was saying. "-part of the Peach Blossom class! Now, we're going to go around the circle, and everyone is going to say their name, and one thing they like, so that we can all become friends!" she cheerfully said, her previous scorn all but forgotten.

This lady unnerves me. As her gaze swept the circle and finally settled on me, I couldn't keep my eye from twitching. "Do you want to start us off, Miura-kun?" she tried to sound sweet, but the sweetness felt like it was choking the air, her glare barely concealed. Resisting the urge to sigh, I made my eyes light up and changed my expression from a glare to a smile as innocent as I could muster. "Okay! Well, my name's Miura Akihiko, and this girl here-" I pointed towards the unconscious body at my feet, trying not to wince, "-is my friend, Sawada Kaede-chan. I like, um, sweets? And Kaede-chan loves to sing." I finished with a nod. "Oh, um, and this is my twin sister, Miura Mitsuki. She, uh, doesn't like much," I cringed as she glared at me, "b-but she's very kind-hearted once you get to know her." As I peeked at Mitsuki again, she was trying her hardest not to laugh, which to the rest of the class looked like she was beaming happily.

"O-K~ Next!" I sighed in relief, before tuning out the other students who were struggling to speak. They were all older than us, even Kaede-chan, yet they could barely form sentences. This is going to be a looong day.


Don't worry, this isn't the last time you see Hibari. He has to get his revenge, after all. Btw, the teacher that's so happy... She may or may not have taught Yamamoto. Hence his happy attitude. All. The. Time.

Hmm, doesn't seem like this fic is well-liked, but I'm still going to continue writing it. Oh well. For the few people who read this and don't say anything, hope you're enjoying it.