Neusuada: 'Sup, ma peoplez?

Ashe: Uh… Yeah…

Neusuada: Does you has a problemz ma sistaaa?

Ashe: Dude, quit it.

Neusuada: Ahem, sorry. Okay! We're starting this chapter a little differently, because… -Drumroll- This is the chapter you probably weren't waiting for… -Cymbal crashes- The story of the twins! Yaaaay!

Ashe: …Enjoy the chapter, we only own our OCs…

Neusuada: En-joyyy!

Ashe: -_-

We did everything together ever since we were born… Well… Almost everything… We took our first steps together even if his were clumsier than mine… Our first word was the other's name and even then we said them in unison… We played the same games together since our parents were always busy and we had no other friends… Friends meant trusting… Trusting meant betrayal… Betrayal meant pain… And pain…was unbearable… That had always been our motto… The only people we ever trusted were ourselves… We had locked ourselves in our own world that no one could or would ever break into… We loved our parents of course, but… They were always working to pay for the medicine we needed… We were always sick, you see… We were born when our mother was ill and it affected us… It didn't affect me as much as my reflection though… Our older sister was never there for us... She said that she would always be with us and when she left to follow love it devastated us... We helped each other through life, even when our parents were murdered in front of us by some random thief… That bitch… She had talked me into believing that she had already slaughtered my reflection, just to see me cry… Only after she escaped through the window, her strange white hair flying behind her, did I find my mirror image huddled in the back of the wardrobe, sobbing after hearing the whole gruesome ordeal…

That was one of the only things we had never done together… My reflection had heard our parents getting mutilated while I had seen it… We didn't sleep for a long time after that night… We had gotten thrown out of our village, some people thinking that we were bad luck, others silently thinking that we had killed them… No one listened to us when we said that two constantly sick thirteen year olds killing their only family so mercilessly was unheard of and insane… Leading my twin through the forest and keeping him safe was hard, but we managed… After all… We did everything together… Everything except…

See.

The Twins' Story

'I'm a tree' mode was surprisingly effective.

Zavier was still following Henry's family and had decided to discreetly untie the rope binding his brother while the overly perky girl with the unnecessary pixie cut talked to the truest believer. So far, he had managed to get one of Zander's wrists untied without him noticing. Or maybe he did notice and was just pretending not to so that they wouldn't get caught. Zavier's finger accidently brushed against Zander's wrist, making his younger brother shiver and glace at him quickly.

"Sorry," he mouthed to him, hoping he could still see him.

Surprisingly, Zander nodded lightly in acknowledgement. When Zavier started to untie the rope on his twin's other wrist, Zander held up a hand to tell him to stop, keeping his wrists together so no one noticed that his right hand was now free. Zavier looked at him in confusion, but when his brother pointed to the tree the rest of the rope was tied to, he suddenly understood.

"Don't cut it," Zander mouthed.

The older twin was unsure of why his brother would request that, but he did it anyway, skillfully untying him and pulling Zander into a hug by his arm. Luckily, the same thing that happened to Zavier seemed to happen to his younger brother as well, camouflaging him against the trees. It was like they were invisible… It was awesome… They watched as Hook (Who had been looking away for a second and hadn't noticed the twins disappearing) frowned in confusion at where Zander had been tied. He sighed, shrugging, and turned back to the camp to watch Henry's parents try to get him to leave. The twins weren't worried though; Henry had chosen to come back to them –To Peter– so he wouldn't he leaving so easily. They heard a slight rustle in the leaves of the tree they were leaning against. When they looked up, they saw Fyre crouched on one of the branches, her eyes strangely blank. It looked like she was in deep thought, Zavier commented mentally.

"Is that Fyre?" Zander mouthed to him, receiving a nod.

The older twin carefully pulled his brother from one tree to the next, making sure to keep themselves hidden as they made their escape. After they were a safe distance from the camp, the brothers instinctively dropped the camouflage. Immediately, Zavier turned to Zander.

"How can you see?!"

"I don't know! I was just being dragged by rope to the camp and suddenly I saw you! I don't really know how I knew it was you, but there was just something telling me who you were."

"…Okay. Next question for my darling brother! Why were you with Henry's family?!"

"They kidnapped me when I was trying to get back to camp," Zander said like it was nothing.

"Why isn't your ankle broken anymore?"

"I offered to go with them willingly if they healed me."

"How did you know they wouldn't hurt you?"

"…I didn't."

Zavier closed his eyes and put a hand over them. "They could have killed you, Zander…"

"But they didn't," he commented. "I'm still alive… Would you like me to prove it to you…?"

Zavier's eyes snapped open at the seductive lacing on his brother's words. What did Zander mean by that…? His golden-green orbs widened considerably when Zander grabbed him forcefully by his upper-arms, pinning him roughly to the tree behind him and crushing his mouth to his brother's. Oh… So that's what he meant…

"Z-Zander…" the older twin stuttered against the younger's lips, trying to push the boy off him. He turned his head to detach their lips. Unfortunately, all that did was make Zander start trailing kisses down his brother's neck, alternating between biting, licking, kissing, and sucking. "I-I thought we a-agreed to o-only share small kisses when y-you really needed it s-since I'm still trying to figure out my- Ah! F-Feelings for you…"

Zander stopped molesting his brother's neck for a moment to nip his ear and whisper hotly in it. "Well… I really need it… I really need… You."

"Z-Zander!" he protested, still attempting to push the younger boy off of him. Unfortunately, both of them being the same strength didn't really do much for the one being pushed against a tree. "I-I said a small and simple kiss! N-Not this!"

"Hm…" the younger twin hummed thoughtfully, pressing his lips to his brother's once more. "Too bad."

Zavier tried to argue, but it was a bit hard to talk with someone else's tongue being shoved in your mouth. When Zander's hand started to creep up under his brother's shirt, Zavier was starting to think that his twin might actually force him to do this…

"There you two are!"

Zander sighed in frustration, before pulling away from his brother who was sighing for an entirely different reason.

"Pan!" he shouted, running over and hugging the older boy.

Peter pushed him off. "I see you found your brother."

Zander put his hands on a few of the tree as he passed, pretending that he still couldn't see. Ryne came over and helped lead him to the group, not that he needed it. That's when he noticed everyone looking at him strangely.

"What?" he asked, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to see them. "I mean… You're all so quiet. Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing…" Zavier said. "I'll tell you later… We should probably get back to camp now."

"That's a good idea," Pan said.

Zavier went over to grab his brother's hand and pull him along with the group that was already walking away. While they were walking, Zavier starting thinking about when he and his brother had first met a certain boy named Peter Pan…

"Zander? Do you hear that?"

"Hm?" the bind boy questioned. "Hear what, Zavier?"

"That…music."

Zander listened closer, distantly making out of faint flute sound. "Yeah… What is that?"

A mischievous grin lit up the older twin's face as he pulled his brother into a standing position by his hand. "Let's find out."

And as the two broke into a run, the music started getting louder and louder until they finally reached a campsite.

"Whoa…"

"What? What is it?"

"Come on!"

When they both walked over, hand in hand, the older boy finally spotted the one playing the reed pipe.

"What are you doing?" Zavier asked the boy.

"Why, I'm building my band of brothers, of course."

Zavier gave him a blank stare. "Of course. That must have just slipped my mind."

"It must have," the boy answered with an impish smile. "You two heard my music for a reason. Would you like to join? A home with me is a home forever."

"We've heard that before," the twins chorused.

"Well, I actually mean it," he countered. Before the two boys managed to reply, however, the boy in green spoke again. "Tell me, is your brother blind?"

"What? No, of course not."

"His eyes are white and yours are a hazel colour; it's not hard to figure out."

"…Fine, he's blind. Why do you care?"

"I care because I'm assuming not many people would take in a blind boy and his brother. A burden, some might call it. I, however, would gladly take both of you in, blind of not. You're both unloved and lost, that's why you heard my music. I can change that. I can help you two."

Both boys mulled it over in their heads a few times; a promise of a forever home was tempting, very tempting indeed, but there was still one question to be asked.

"Where would we be going?" Zavier asked.

The boy grinned again. "Ah, I'm glad you asked! It's this wonderful place called Neverland where you never grow up and stay children forever! So… Are you coming with us?"

The twins simultaneously tightened the grip on each other's hand as both uttered one word.

"Yes."

That day had changed their lived forever, but it was definitely the right choice. Though they had been a bit cold to everyone when they had first gotten to Neverland, Fyre had walked right up to them and forced them to expand their small world. It took some work, but they had managed to make friends with most of the Lost Boys and knew nearly everyone's story. Fyre's, however...was the one story they didn't know… They even knew Hamish's backstory of his parents loving his older brother much more than him, driving him to run away from home and train himself to fight in the forest. The little kid was probably the best martial artist they knew next to Fyre. Ah, Fyre… The only person to ever beat Pan in a sword fight… He had denied it and said that he let her win, but it was blatantly obvious that she had won fairly and on her own. He wished he knew what had happened to her… The only things he really knew about her was that she was a fangirl for anything yaoi or twincest, she could read people's life story, her fire magic turned her hair blue from the intensity of it, she loved pocky, she might have had a crush on Felix, and she had a problem with alcohol that Felix was trying to help her control. That was pretty much it. He also knew that she might have been in love before with how much she meddled in it. Zavier broke himself out of his thoughts when he saw that they had reached the camp. Pan groaned and put a hand over his face, as did nearly everyone else when they walked into the clearing.

Henry was gone.

Neusuada: I wonder who took him.

Ashe: I know. Seriously, who could have taken him? Hm… I just don't know…

Neusuada: Hm. Okay! Review please because reviews motivate us to keep writing our stories! Seriously, they really do. We like hearing from people who like our story!

Ashe: Seriously! So, we'll have more on the twins if people like them, but you have to review and tell us that you do, otherwise we'll think that you guys don't like them…

Neusuada: Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, we're just finishing this chapter at 4:20 AM.

Ashe: Review please!