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AN: Ummmmmm, yeah, this is my first story so if you wanna flame me I don't mind but please try and be a little nice to me!!! *sniff* I worked so hard at this!!
Chapter One
*Rules Were Made Ta Be Broken*
The girl sat on the curb of the street, expressionless, intently watching the people walk down the street with her cloudy green eyes. She took a long drag out of her cigarette and gained a disapproving glare from her companion, seated beside her.
From a passerby's perspective they would have appeared to be polar opposites.
One smoking a cigarette and slouching on the dirty sidewalk, with tan skin and long straight raven black hair that was unkempt and captivating eyes that read your every movement and instantly knew what you were thinking, instantly knew how you were about to move.
They were like a cat's, alert and defiant, though looking perpetually bored with the world.
The other person was sitting up straight, with clean hands, her white- blond hair that matched her pale complexion pulled into a flawless ponytail and her old clothes, though rather ratty, (AN: hee hee, rather ratty, illiteration!) were spotless.
She had warm blue eyes that made you feel welcome and comfortable, they held none of the predatory features of her friend's.
So imagine a person's surprise when they found out that the two girls were related, in fact, were twins. But given a more careful look over it could be noticed that the two girls looked as if they had been made of the exact same mold, but in different colors.
Both, however, were dressed similarly. The green eyed one wore a dark green short sleeve shirt over brown pants and a black under shirt while the blue eyed one wore a dark blue button down short sleeve shirt over brown pants and a white undershirt.
The light haired one spoke, softly, yet with the voice of a mother reprimanding a small child, "Youse know Ise hate it when ya smoke, Jade."
"Ise know, Angel," her dark haired twin, Jade, replied with a cocky smirk.
"Dey're bad for ya," Angel retorted, taking the cigarette from Jade's hand and throwing it on the street, extinguishing it with the heel of her shoe.
"Ise had ta pay for dat!" Jade hissed, punching Angel lightly in the arm.
"So stop buying dem an' poof! Problem solved," Angel exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, can we'se discuss dis latah? 'Cause Ise tink Ise see an' easy target headin' our way."
"Really? Wheah?" Angel asked, her eyes darting about the crowded street.
"Dat one, right dere. See 'im? E's da one wit da fancy shmancy suit on," Jade whispered, pointing at a well dressed gentleman who was walking hurridly through the large multitude of people.
"Ise got 'im, so youse can jist stay heah," Jade said, standing up.
She made her way through the throng of people trying to look unsuspicious. When she was right next to the man she "accidentally" tripped and her hand "accidentally" quickly made its way in an out of the guy's pocket.
Smirking, Jade sauntered back over to Angel, her job being done.
"Did youse get it?" Angel questioned looking up when Jade was beside her.
"What do youse tink?" Jade asked smugly before throwing a small brown leather wallet into Angel's lap.
Angel opened it up and flipped to the place where the bills were kept.
"Five bucks," she said discontentedly. "Five bucks an' thoity cents," she corrected, after looking into the change pouch.
"What's da mattah wit youse?" Asked Jade, when she saw her sister's look of unhappiness.
"Youse know wat do mattah is, Jade. It's wrong an youse know it," Angel replied crossly.
"Aw, c'mon Angel, youse know we gotta eat," Jade said sighing, resuming her place beside her twin.
"Yeah, but couldn't we'se get a job, or sometin?" Angel mumbled.
"Yuck. Youse mean ta tell me dat youse want to woik in one a dose terrible factories twelve hours a day, seven days a week? Besides, dis pays bettah."
"But one a dese days we'se gonna get caught, Jade, an' I don't wanna go to da refuge!" Angel said pouting.
"We'se ain't gonna get caught, an' we'se ain't evah goin to da refuge, okay?"
Angel just looked at Jade and sighed.
"Ise wish mom an' dad were heah," Angel murmured.
Jades expression hardened and her eyes turned cold.
"Don't youse evah talk about mom an' day, do youse heah me?! Nevah!" Jade screamed at her sister before tearing off down the street and stopping to sit on a bench after she had run for a good ten minutes.
Angel looked after her sister and sighed again, tears welling up behind her big blue eyes. But stubbornly she held them back and slowly marched off in the direction Jade had taken, knowing that her sister just needed to cool off.
Meanwhile Jade sat unmoving on the hard wooden bench, her arms folded across her chest in a subconscious sign of calmness and toughness. Her face betrayed no sign of what she was thinking and she looked as nothing more than a tough street rat who could probably beat the crap out of anyone.
That was basically how it was, too. Jade was short, measuring at just about 5' 3", but she was strong, though not nearly as strong as some of the guys she had fought before.
Her strength was clear just from the muscles visible on her arms where her short sleeve shirt did not cover them. Wiry and lean she was also fast, which was her main advantage in a fight.
A guy could charge at her and if he landed a punch she would probably be out cold. But the point is that he had to land the punch.
Jade, however, could dart around and hit the guy fifty times in fifty different pressure points before he had time to blink, much less block. She knew that speed was everything in a fight, and she had speed.
At the moment, though, fighting was far from her thoughts. What happened to be running through her brain was how irritating it was to her when her sister was sentimental.
Angel was a kind, sweet and caring person, hence the nickname. The only thing that could get her angry was when anyone would dare break her one and only rule: Never, ever, hurt Jade.
Jade, on the other hand, had an explosive temper that flared when she was frustrated, sick, tired, in a bad mood, in a good mood, unhappy, okay, so basically it flared whenever someone did something she didn't like.
But, similar to Angel, the thing that made her the angriest was when someone did something to Angel that Angel didn't like. In fact, Angel was constantly defending people they ran into on the streets from Jade, who was always up for a fight.
Okay, back to what Jade was thinking about. (AN: can't you see how easily side tracked I am?) Jade hated it when her sister got all mushy and weepy over their dead parents.
Everyone knew it was against the rules of the street to cry. It showed you had a weakness. And weaknesses weren't allowed.
Jade was well learned in the rules of the street, while Angel had spent her life being protected from them, mostly by Jade.
Jade never cried, never showed any emotion that showed a weakness. She never bothered to hold back her tears because she never had any.
"When you are stripped of all your possessions there few things that you have left in the world. They are pride, honor, and respect. They are these things only, and don't you ever forget it," a voice echoed in Jade's mind.
Jade snorted in disgust as she thought of the voice's words. What does honor get youse in New York? It coitenly ain't money or food, dat's foah shoah.
Her entire existence was based on the principles that she was taught by street life. She reviewed them in her head as she sat there.
Number one: No weaknesses, no emotions. You are not allowed to feel anything like guilt or pain or fear.
Number two: Learn to control what is reflected in your eyes and in your stance. Show nothing.
Number three: Never back down from a fight, it is more honorable to lose than to run. It gains you more respect and more practice in fighting.
Number four: Never do anything that is not for your own personal gain.
Jade pulled out a cigarette and lit it while thinking of how she had breached one of the rules. She would protect Angel with her life, and that was in specific violation of never doing anything that was not for your own personal gain.
Oh, well, rules were made ta be broken, Jade thought, settling back into a more comfortable position and waiting for Angel to find her.
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AN: Ummmmmm, yeah, this is my first story so if you wanna flame me I don't mind but please try and be a little nice to me!!! *sniff* I worked so hard at this!!
Chapter One
*Rules Were Made Ta Be Broken*
The girl sat on the curb of the street, expressionless, intently watching the people walk down the street with her cloudy green eyes. She took a long drag out of her cigarette and gained a disapproving glare from her companion, seated beside her.
From a passerby's perspective they would have appeared to be polar opposites.
One smoking a cigarette and slouching on the dirty sidewalk, with tan skin and long straight raven black hair that was unkempt and captivating eyes that read your every movement and instantly knew what you were thinking, instantly knew how you were about to move.
They were like a cat's, alert and defiant, though looking perpetually bored with the world.
The other person was sitting up straight, with clean hands, her white- blond hair that matched her pale complexion pulled into a flawless ponytail and her old clothes, though rather ratty, (AN: hee hee, rather ratty, illiteration!) were spotless.
She had warm blue eyes that made you feel welcome and comfortable, they held none of the predatory features of her friend's.
So imagine a person's surprise when they found out that the two girls were related, in fact, were twins. But given a more careful look over it could be noticed that the two girls looked as if they had been made of the exact same mold, but in different colors.
Both, however, were dressed similarly. The green eyed one wore a dark green short sleeve shirt over brown pants and a black under shirt while the blue eyed one wore a dark blue button down short sleeve shirt over brown pants and a white undershirt.
The light haired one spoke, softly, yet with the voice of a mother reprimanding a small child, "Youse know Ise hate it when ya smoke, Jade."
"Ise know, Angel," her dark haired twin, Jade, replied with a cocky smirk.
"Dey're bad for ya," Angel retorted, taking the cigarette from Jade's hand and throwing it on the street, extinguishing it with the heel of her shoe.
"Ise had ta pay for dat!" Jade hissed, punching Angel lightly in the arm.
"So stop buying dem an' poof! Problem solved," Angel exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, can we'se discuss dis latah? 'Cause Ise tink Ise see an' easy target headin' our way."
"Really? Wheah?" Angel asked, her eyes darting about the crowded street.
"Dat one, right dere. See 'im? E's da one wit da fancy shmancy suit on," Jade whispered, pointing at a well dressed gentleman who was walking hurridly through the large multitude of people.
"Ise got 'im, so youse can jist stay heah," Jade said, standing up.
She made her way through the throng of people trying to look unsuspicious. When she was right next to the man she "accidentally" tripped and her hand "accidentally" quickly made its way in an out of the guy's pocket.
Smirking, Jade sauntered back over to Angel, her job being done.
"Did youse get it?" Angel questioned looking up when Jade was beside her.
"What do youse tink?" Jade asked smugly before throwing a small brown leather wallet into Angel's lap.
Angel opened it up and flipped to the place where the bills were kept.
"Five bucks," she said discontentedly. "Five bucks an' thoity cents," she corrected, after looking into the change pouch.
"What's da mattah wit youse?" Asked Jade, when she saw her sister's look of unhappiness.
"Youse know wat do mattah is, Jade. It's wrong an youse know it," Angel replied crossly.
"Aw, c'mon Angel, youse know we gotta eat," Jade said sighing, resuming her place beside her twin.
"Yeah, but couldn't we'se get a job, or sometin?" Angel mumbled.
"Yuck. Youse mean ta tell me dat youse want to woik in one a dose terrible factories twelve hours a day, seven days a week? Besides, dis pays bettah."
"But one a dese days we'se gonna get caught, Jade, an' I don't wanna go to da refuge!" Angel said pouting.
"We'se ain't gonna get caught, an' we'se ain't evah goin to da refuge, okay?"
Angel just looked at Jade and sighed.
"Ise wish mom an' dad were heah," Angel murmured.
Jades expression hardened and her eyes turned cold.
"Don't youse evah talk about mom an' day, do youse heah me?! Nevah!" Jade screamed at her sister before tearing off down the street and stopping to sit on a bench after she had run for a good ten minutes.
Angel looked after her sister and sighed again, tears welling up behind her big blue eyes. But stubbornly she held them back and slowly marched off in the direction Jade had taken, knowing that her sister just needed to cool off.
Meanwhile Jade sat unmoving on the hard wooden bench, her arms folded across her chest in a subconscious sign of calmness and toughness. Her face betrayed no sign of what she was thinking and she looked as nothing more than a tough street rat who could probably beat the crap out of anyone.
That was basically how it was, too. Jade was short, measuring at just about 5' 3", but she was strong, though not nearly as strong as some of the guys she had fought before.
Her strength was clear just from the muscles visible on her arms where her short sleeve shirt did not cover them. Wiry and lean she was also fast, which was her main advantage in a fight.
A guy could charge at her and if he landed a punch she would probably be out cold. But the point is that he had to land the punch.
Jade, however, could dart around and hit the guy fifty times in fifty different pressure points before he had time to blink, much less block. She knew that speed was everything in a fight, and she had speed.
At the moment, though, fighting was far from her thoughts. What happened to be running through her brain was how irritating it was to her when her sister was sentimental.
Angel was a kind, sweet and caring person, hence the nickname. The only thing that could get her angry was when anyone would dare break her one and only rule: Never, ever, hurt Jade.
Jade, on the other hand, had an explosive temper that flared when she was frustrated, sick, tired, in a bad mood, in a good mood, unhappy, okay, so basically it flared whenever someone did something she didn't like.
But, similar to Angel, the thing that made her the angriest was when someone did something to Angel that Angel didn't like. In fact, Angel was constantly defending people they ran into on the streets from Jade, who was always up for a fight.
Okay, back to what Jade was thinking about. (AN: can't you see how easily side tracked I am?) Jade hated it when her sister got all mushy and weepy over their dead parents.
Everyone knew it was against the rules of the street to cry. It showed you had a weakness. And weaknesses weren't allowed.
Jade was well learned in the rules of the street, while Angel had spent her life being protected from them, mostly by Jade.
Jade never cried, never showed any emotion that showed a weakness. She never bothered to hold back her tears because she never had any.
"When you are stripped of all your possessions there few things that you have left in the world. They are pride, honor, and respect. They are these things only, and don't you ever forget it," a voice echoed in Jade's mind.
Jade snorted in disgust as she thought of the voice's words. What does honor get youse in New York? It coitenly ain't money or food, dat's foah shoah.
Her entire existence was based on the principles that she was taught by street life. She reviewed them in her head as she sat there.
Number one: No weaknesses, no emotions. You are not allowed to feel anything like guilt or pain or fear.
Number two: Learn to control what is reflected in your eyes and in your stance. Show nothing.
Number three: Never back down from a fight, it is more honorable to lose than to run. It gains you more respect and more practice in fighting.
Number four: Never do anything that is not for your own personal gain.
Jade pulled out a cigarette and lit it while thinking of how she had breached one of the rules. She would protect Angel with her life, and that was in specific violation of never doing anything that was not for your own personal gain.
Oh, well, rules were made ta be broken, Jade thought, settling back into a more comfortable position and waiting for Angel to find her.
AN: You know you want to review!!! You know you do!!!!! So press that button or I will be very sad…*sniff* see? You made me cry….WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! J/K just review, pwitty pweaz?