Twins by Antigone
Chapter Two: 'A New Horror Approaches! High School Boys and Dating!' or "He's Ain't
Severely Neurotic, He's My Brother"
The evening started innocently enough. The boys had a taxi waiting for them, in fact,
Kaworu was sitting in the front seat already, swapping stories with the white-gloved taxi driver.
Kazuaki grinned as he walked down the Tsukino's driveway with Minako, talking animatedly as
she used linked her left arm through his.
Her right arm was busy dragging Usagi behind her, by the elbow. The smaller girl was
tripping over her high-heeled shoes and stumbling to keep up with Minako's superhuman grip, all
the while muttering words under her breath that her mother would have blushed to hear.
Although she looked beautiful under the moonlight with blonde curls loose around her face, the
sparkle in her bright blue eyes was pure deadliness, and focused straight at her oblivious "sister."
This was going to be a long night.
After Kazuaki helped Usagi and then Minako into the backseat, he joined them and
introduced his brother.
"Kaworu, you've met Aino Minako, of course," he flashed a grin to the blue-eyed blonde
nearest to him, "and this is Aino Usagi-chan, her sister."
Kaworu nodded icily to Minako, a polite half-smile pulling on one side of his face. Then he
turned slightly to get the first look at his date for the evening.
The second thing he noticed was that she was drop-dead gorgeous.
The third thing he noticed was that besides a slight resemblance, she wasn't identical to
Minako at all.
But the first thing he had realized about his date for the night was that her blue gaze was
locked onto him as if she was almost looking forward to his untimely demise.
At her hands.
'Sometimes, Kazuaki,' he thought, 'I really hate you.'
"So," Kazuaki said cheerfully as he lounged in the cab, his hands behind his head, "tell
me a little bit about yourself, girls."
Usagi grunted, her arms crossed as she stared out the window like she thought she could
break the glass if she glared hard enough. All present sweatdropped.
"Well, what would you like to know?" Minako asked pleasantly, leaning toward Kazuaki to
speak.
"So, who is older?" Asked Kaworu from the front seat, after he stopped flipping the radio
stations from classic rock to acid rock to classic acid rock and finally to modern classic acid rock.
"I am," Minako said nodding.
Silence reigned again. Kaworu played with some more buttons, cringing when the
Backstreet Boys blared out of one station, only to die a quick death as the taxi driver reached
over to turn off the radio.
Sighing with frustration, Kazuaki leaned over to his brother and said in what he
apparently thought was a stage-whisper, "KAWORU, WHY DON'T YOU ASK USAGI-CHAN
SOMETHING?"
Then he made an exaggerated move with his head to Usagi, then to Kaworu, and winked
slowly.
"Well, that was a little too subtle for me to really pick up on," Kaworu said, "seeing as how
I am stupid and blind, but maybe I should ask Usagi-chan something."
Usagi raised one perfect eye-brow at Kaworu.
"Hai?" she said coldly.
"So uh… " he sweatdropped, for some reason picturing himself as a pile of moondust, of
all things, although he had no idea why, "when's your birthday?"
"June 30th," she answered abruptly at the same Minako jumped in with, "October 22nd."
There was a pause. The brothers shared a look in the review mirror.
"Well," Kaworu finally said, "it must have been one hell of a labor."
"C'mon, Usagi-chan," Minako whispered frantically in her friend's ear as stood before the
movie posters, the boys discussing what they would like to see, "it's not that big a deal. Let it go,
okay?"
"Let it go?" she whispered back, "Let it go? 'Please excuse my sister, my parents
dropped her on head as a child, so she's a little slow' and I'm supposed to let that go?"
Minako shrugged, biting her lip, "Gomen Usagi-chan, but really! I mean, how else were
they going to believe that you'd get your own birthday wrong! By four months forgodsakes! You
should be grateful I made up an excuse for you!"
It was probably lucky for Minako that she was so busy admiring Kazuaki's figure as he
stood before the poster for the newest Jackie Chan movie that she missed the faint color of
purple Usagi was turning.
"Well, let's go get in our two cents before they chose the movie for us!" Minako said
lightly, putting her arm around her fuming friend and walking to the boys.
"So what's the verdict so far?" she asked, grinning as Kazuaki came over to stand by her.
"Well, the newest martial arts movie looks really good."
She raised her eyebrows.
"Apparently," Kazuaki's eyes were lit up as he explained, animatedly talking with his
hands, "there are over 42 violent explosions, 12 gang fights, 7 guys in leather with bad accents,
and a half-way conceivable plot!"
Usagi looked up at him for a minute before asking, in her sweet child-like voice, "So,
there is fighting? And violence? And people end up dead?"
"Uh-huh," Kazuaki nodded.
"I'm in." Might as well vent some of my anger through Jackie Chan kicking baddie butt,
she thought.
Minako removed her arm and glared at her fake sister, "But Usagi-chan! Would you
rather see a romance?" She gestured at the newest teeny-bopper romance flick, 'Drive Me Down To You', "It has the guy from Dawson's Creek in it!"
"I want martial arts!" Said Kazuaki.
"I want romance!" Cried Minako.
"A *romance*?" Kaworu stuck his finger down his throat, making an unattractive noise,
"Gag me."
"Okay," Usagi answered cheerfully.
"I want my mommy," offered Kaworu, sweat dropping.
"I want to go home," said Usagi.
"Let's get some snacks!" Minako's voice was tinged with desperation.
"You know," Minako muttered under her breath as Kazuaki purchased popcorn for him
and Junior Mints for his date, "You don't have to be so ice-princess-y to Kaworu-san."
Usagi sighed. "Demo, Minako, I don't want him to… end up…" her voice dropped in
completely disgust, "*liking* me or anything."
Pursing her lips a little, she said, "Well, you know, some guys do like when girls act all
coy and standoffish. Maybe if you didn't want him to have romantic feelings for you, you could
just act like your normal self a—OUCH!"
The brothers turned around in concern as Minako limped around a bit, clutching at her
left foot.
Usagi smiled as she hid her high-heeled right foot behind her leg. "Oops."
It was later that the foursome found seats in the front row for the newest teenage high
school romance flick, Kaworu struggling with a large popcorn, super size soda, bag of gummy
bears, and a kit-kat bar.
After they were all seated, to Usagi's dismay she was placed between Minako and
Kaworu, the younger of the twin boys handed the food to the younger of the "twin" girls.
"Thanks!" Usagi said, giving him her first real smile of the night, "So, what are you going
to have?"
Kaworu wondered for a moment if one could actually dehydrate from sweatdropping at
their date too much in one night.
The lights dimmed, the music started, and the group sat back as the previews flashed
across the screen.
The brothers exchanged a look, over Usagi and Minako's heads. One grinned. The
night had just begun.
It was about five minutes into the first half of the coming attractions, Pepsi commercials,
and theater disclaimer that always preceded every major motion picture, when Kazuaki pretended
to yawn, stretching his arms over the back of Minako's seat. She giggled, snuggling in closer as
they placed the popcorn bucket between them, letting their hands brush together.
'Gee, this isn't so bad,' Minako thought, relaxing a little, 'rather worth the hell I went
through to get here.'
Out of the corner of his blue eyes, Kaworu glanced at Usagi. She caught him looking,
and pressed even further to the other side of her seat, narrowing her eyes at him. "You try
anything," she said in a voice she had heard Mako-chan use more than once, "and this is you."
With a flip a soft gummy object fell into the boy's hand.
A yellow gummy bear lay flat across his palm, the head no where to be found.
'I didn't realize we were dating the Sweet Valley Psycho Twins' he thought, sending a
glare over to his rather engrossed older brother.
Yes, the night was just beginning.
Dammit.
"Oh, you mean you want to take ME to Prom?" an overly excited seiyuu's voice filled the
theater, dubbed poorly over an American actress with too much lipstick.
'Gosh, American teens are obsessed with this "prom" thing,' Usagi thought, shaking her
head, 'I wonder what that is… some sort of food maybe?'
She jumped as Minako shifted, her elbow hitting Usagi's shoulder.
Again.
"And to think I could have been watching stuff explode," Kaworu muttered under his
breath, his arms crossed over his chest. Usagi glared at him.
This was getting insane! It wasn't like he loved blind dates, but Kazuaki had insisted they
only date other twins, as to avoid messy breakups, mix ups, and blow ups. God, but his brother
could be an idiot sometimes. A very, very insistent idiot. With a thing for blondes.
However, as much as he hated blind dates, he didn't seem to be as against it as this
'Tsukino' girl, (or that was her name according to the mailbox at the house they where they had
picked up the girls). He wondered whether his brother was falling for their trick.
Probably. Probably didn't even realize they were being played for fools.
Kaworu watched impassively as Usagi and Minako pushed past him, noting for once it
was his brother's date being dragged forcefully somewhere.
Once the girls disappeared and the boys were alone, he turned to Kazuaki's lipstick-
stained face.
"Onii-chan, this sucks," he said, "it's time for some fun."
Two can play at this game, he thought.
"Jeeze, Usagi-chan," Minako said, as she took advantage of the mirror in the girl's room,
"what was so important you had to drag me out of the theater?"
Usagi just glowered. Her face was starting to hurt from keeping this form.
"Minako-chan," she said, her voice like steel, "I am hating this. More than I thought I
would. I am NOT having fun. I hate this movie, I hate my date, I am having a guilt attack worse
then a tsunami every time I even think of Mamo-chan, and even my damn gummy bears are
stale!" Stamping her foot, this time on the tile instead of Minako's foot, thankfully, the angry little
rabbit awaiting her friend's reaction.
For a moment Minako just stared back into Usagi's eyes. Then she sighed.
"Gomen." She said. Usagi nearly fell over.
"Nani?"
"I said I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Usagi-chan, I really, really am. But," Minako stared at her
reflection in the mirror, sad blue eyes into sad blue eyes, "I think I really feel something for
Kazuaki-kun. I wouldn't put you through anymore of this if it didn't mean a lot to me."
Usagi visibly softened, shoulders slumping, feeling slightly less tense now
that…that…horrid…*high school* boy was far, far away from her.
"I'm not doing this again," Usagi said, "after this American kissing movie is over, I'm going
home and we are never. To. Speak. Of. This. Again."
'I guess once I convince Kazuaki we are meant to me, he'll understand if my 'sister'
doesn't want to go out anymore.'
"Okay." Minako said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder, "thank you, Usagi-chan,"
she smiled.
After a while Usagi smiled back.
"Hey, Minako-chan?" Usagi asked, as her friend was packing her make-up back into her
purse.
"Hai?" the girls turned to leave, walking through the girl's room door.
"There is something in this movie that is confusing me…"
"Hmm?"
"What's a 'French kiss'?"
Minako raised her eyebrows, blushing a little, "You mean you don't *know*?" She
motioned for Usagi to lower her voice in the crowded lobby.
Usagi shook her head, wide blue eyes staring innocently and trustingly up at her older,
wise-in-the-ways-of-love friend. "Uh-uh."
Still blushing, Minako glanced quickly around and then whispered something quickly into Usagi's ear. The smaller girl gasped, putting a shocked hand to her mouth, a bright flush staining
her cheeks as well.
She looked up at Minako in amazement, her next words causing heads to turn throughout
the refreshment stand and ticket booth area,
"You—you mean they have a *name* for that!"
And, once again, Tsukino Usagi found herself being dragged by the elbow at breakneck
speed to someplace she really didn't want to be.
"C'mon Usagi-chan," Minako mumbled, still recovering from her friend's outburst before,
"take heart, the movie is almost half-over."
They walked through the doors while Usagi repeated that glorious phrase over and over
in her mind, 'almost half-over, almost half-over.'
However, the real night ahead was truly just beginning.
To be continued in Part Three: 'The Dance of Deception! It Takes Two to Tango' or "Watch Your
HANDS You Hentai!"
Including fun ways to inflict pain on your blind date, the real reasons accident-prone
people should not be allowed to wield super buttery popcorn, and why you should always, always
have a ride lined up in case of an emergency. ^^
And yeah, okay, maybe a 'nanaphone.
~Antig