Chapter 9

Author's Note: IM SO SORRY! I'm starting another fanfic (an Ouran and fruits basket mix) and so I can't update 2 chapters to this one very day. I will update 2 chapters daily to both though! Two to this one, one of each, or two to the other, you should check it out, it'll be up tomorrow! BUT IM SO SORRY! Anyway, enough of my overdramatic ways this chapter will be a filler, like 700 hundred words or something, but have AN IMPORTANT ENDING, because I had to go to cheerleading earlier and then I learned the cup song with my friends and them I learned how to do a sock bun, etc. But since I'm starting another one, this will be a sorta kinda filler. But I'm so worried that I'm boring you guys! But, you will find that my perfect Japanese ability will confuse the masses of you, so I will only say this once. My uncle is in the air force, and whenever he travels, I travel with him, and I was born in Australia, was raised there for seven years, moved to Japan, lived there until I was thirteen, then moved to the United States for the last year. My mom, sister and I all moved with him also. I can speak fluent Japanese, English, Spanish, and half German. My English might maybe get a little scratchy since I've only been using it the last year. So, if I kinda speak in Japanese, or such, copy and paste it in the Google search engine and you'll find what it means.

Mizune: You keep correcting me! Good girl, I'm proud of you. :p You get another plushie, but this one is a pull-string plushie! It's Rin on her steam roller, and when you pull the scream, she yells, "DIE!" You can only get pull string plushies if you review more than 5 times in a row.

Rin's POV.

I woke up around five a.m. per my usual, and went down the stairs to fix myself, Len, Kaito, and Gakupo some breakfast. Len didn't notice Gakupo obviously, but Gakupo was starting to get to me. He was a little sarcastic, and nice, but he easily faded into the background, and he didn't mind.

I started making the breakfast, and I ate it before anyone else got there, and I left it prepared on the table and went up to the room I was sleeping, to see Len tossing around fitfully.

Too good an opportunity to pass up. Payback time Lenny. I thought, grinning a smirk.

I pulled him into the floor, gently, as so not to wake him up.

I then walked into the bathroom and filled a glass with cold water, and walked back to him, immediately pouring it on him. He woke up, yelling, "Cold! Cold! Baka futago no imouto!"

What?

"How come I'm younger?" I pouted.

"I don't know. But what was that for?" he grumbled.

I smiled at him. "Form one, you sleep heavily. For two, I have to ask your opinion on something. And lastly, payback Lenny." He glared at me heavily.

"What in hell do you need to ask, and-"he broke off.

"I smell food." He said blatantly.

I rolled my eyes and snapped my fingers under his nose. He came out of whatever food induced intoxication he was under. "So, what did you need to ask me?" It had been an idea I had come up with while cooking. "So … when we messed with the store clerk, I realized that you were right. I was thinking that we could wear the matching outfits that we bought, to coordinate, and wear our hair the same so that no one could tell us apart. I thought it would be fun." I said, with my hands over my chest. He smiled a vicious smile. He nodded, then said, "Pick out the black and white tie outfit, and here-"he tossed me a small flexible object from his wrist. "- is a hairband for your hair." I smiled and nodded. I then went and pulled on one of the (overly expensive) outfits bought for me. It was a black uniform shirt with white accents, and a white tie. White skinny jeans and then I replaced the wedges with a black pair of regular sneakers. I pulled my hair up in the small ponytail Len had always, and simply put on foundation. I then walked down stairs, grabbed the (overly expensive) book bag, and walked out of the large front door, with my long-lost twin brother at my side, looking exactly like me, a bag of lies at my disposal to convince people with, and I almost never thought about how, the last time I went to public school, I had concluded to trying to kill myself.