~ Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh Please God, wake me. ~
It was Sunday. The one day a week that they didn't have to sit in the classroom listening to boring lectures. Siân sat upon the ground beneath a dogwood tree gazing at its branches quietly. Letting out a sigh, she laced her fingers behind her head catching a few strands of silken hair in the process. It wasn't flowering any longer, and now the blossoms were slowly falling to the ground like snow.
Staring at one bloom in particular on the ground, she prodded it with her foot gently turning it so she could gaze at the fragile blossom. The maroon tinted white petals weren't as vibrant as they had once been, but she loved this particular flower the most. A smile touched her lips as the breeze caught it and blew it away from her. "It seems nothing lasts forever…" Whispering softly, her pine green eyes drooped slightly in order to hide behind her eyelids.
"But they always reappear again at the end of the winter season. Dogwoods love the mild cold from the ebbing winter." Looking up sharply to the voice, dark green met a lighter shade hiding behind a curtain of deep amethyst bangs. "You always liked them… didn't you?"
Red tinted her cheeks as she looked away from him and fidget. Pulling her knees to her chest, she then hugged them tightly resting her chin between them. "Hai… I'm surprised you remembered that Tomite…"
Sitting down slowly, Tan gave her a wistful glance before holding out a hand to catch a falling bloom. Staring at the drastic contrast between the white of the petals and the deep tan of his skin, he let out a long sigh. "You're the same, and yet you are."
Looking at him a moment, she felt her heart sink at the sadness she saw in his face. There was something she wasn't remembering, and it was hurting him. Even though she hadn't known him long in this life, she couldn't forget the loyalty and kindness he displayed back in Hokkan. "I don't want to be like that any longer. That pain and bitterness… only hurts those I love."
Snorting derisively at her words, Tan flicked the flower away in slight frustration. "You just now realized that? Hn… I suppose late is better than never…"
Gaping slightly, she timidly rested a hand on his shoulder searching for his eyes. "Please… Tan-san… Tell me what is hurting you. What is it that I'm forgetting?"
Iridescent green gazed at her nearly piercing into her soul. "Nani mo…"
"Don't tell me that…! I want to know Tomite!" Her voice inflected a high note, which showed the pain she felt in her heart. It hurt to see him like his, and it hurt even more to know he was deliberately pushing her away.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the tree making no sound or move. Drifting away into his thoughts, he felt like he was drowning. It wasn't fair that he had to remember, but he didn't want to change her either. The new Umiyame was so much kinder than before.
Standing with in the sunlit gardens of the Hokkan palace, it was hard to believe that the sun did nothing to warm their chilled bodies. Tomite glanced around them making sure all seven Seishi were present. First he saw Hikitsu talking with Hatsui while Uruki hung over his shoulders eagerly trying to get his attention.
Laughing to himself lightly, he couldn't help but respect Hikitsu for being able to tolerate the blonde bundle of energy. Turning from them, he caught sight of Namame and Iname talking. The tall silent man calmly explained each flower around them to the tiny girl with long blue hair. She didn't seem to be getting it, but she listened nonetheless.
Turning from them, his eyes landed on the priestess as she wandered toward the palace. Blinking slowly, he found his feet carrying him to her side. "What's the matter Lady Takiko?"
Blinking in surprise, wide orbs of deep blue looked up to meet Tomite's gaze. "Have you seen Umiyame? We need to talk about summoning Genbu before Kutou arrives." Frowning slightly in worry, she looked around in search of the brunette.
Tomite couldn't help but gape. The priestess was correct; Umiyame was nowhere to be seen. Taking a deep breath, he smiled down at her while resting a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be ok. Why don't you go rescue Namame from Iname and I'll go find her?"
Takiko smiled brightly nodding her head. "Thank you so much Tomite!" Tip toeing she reached up to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before walking gracefully over to Iname and Namame. Shaking his head lightly, he entered the palace and walked slowly down the halls. He had an idea where Umiyame would be.
Reaching one of the higher levels, he opened the door leading out onto a small balcony that over looked the garden. As he had expected, there stood the brunette arms crossed over her chest staring down at the others below. "I was wondering where you went Tomite. Being Takiko's little puppet I see?" Turning her profile to him she smirked from behind the long thick chestnut bangs.
Frowning deeply he stepped out onto the balcony closing the door behind him. "I came to look for you because Lady Takiko was worried about you. I thought you cared about the priestess."
Huffing slightly at the thought, she looked back to them. "Why should I? She'll be gone soon anyways. Genbu will be summoned, Hokkan will be saved… and there will be no need for us." This caused Tomite to gape in surprise.
Crossing the distance between them, he wondered how any sort of past pain could make anyone this cold. Grasping her shoulders gently, he then turned her to face him. "What's wrong Umiyame?"
Arching a slender brow slowly, she shrugged his hands away. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me." Shivering slightly, she ignored the pain that filled his eyes. "What's wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with me. I'm being a realist. You my friend are being optimistic. That's what's really wrong. All you people think this is going to be some fairy tale ending… Well, it's wrong."
Shaking his head quickly he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "How could you say that Umiyame? Don't you believe in us? In the priestess? Don't you even care about them? Or even me?"
Smiling coldly, she turned to the rail closing her eyes. He couldn't see it, but the words she spoke weren't from her heart. "Why should I? I believe we'll summon the beast god… Then we'll all fall apart. We'll be heroes for a few years… then we'll fade from the minds of the people. We are just worthless warriors. As for caring… I don't care about anything… or anyone…"
Tan winced visibly as he forced his eyes to open. "Tan? Are you ok?" Looking at Siân blinking owlishly he wondered how long he'd been lost in his thoughts. Shaking his head, he managed to smile for her lightly not completely covering the pain in his heart.
"I'm fine… Just remembering something." Raking a hand through his deep purple hair, he let out a heavy sigh. Glancing at her once more, he pushed himself to his feet. "I'll leave you alone."
"But why?" Siân's wide green eyes pinned on him wanting nothing more than an explanation. Staring at each other intently, she saw something flash in his eyes. It was warm and caring and nothing like what she expected to see.
"Umiyame… I want to-…"
"What are YOU doing here?" Both Siân and Tan looked up sharply in time to meet with the harsh glare coming from the younger twin. Shunkaku frowned deeply crossing his arms over his chest. "Go bug someone else."
Siân blinked looking from one boy to the other just in time to see Tan's eyes turn icy as he glares at Shunkaku. "Well… if it isn't one of Seiryuu's baka twins. And if I'm correct, it's yo-yo boy." Smirking coldly, Tan crossed his arms as well daring the other to respond.
Snarling at his words, Shunkaku gritted his teeth. "Watch it punk. Just because you were one of the first Seishi's doesn't make you any better than the rest of us!" Pausing for a moment, he quickly added onto his statement. "Unless we're talking about the Suzaku idiots!"
This caused Siân to shake her head. If only Koutoku were here. He'd make Shawn behave. Rising to her feet, she gently placed a hand on Tan's shoulder. "Tan… Please… Don't provoke him. His temper is nearly as bad as yours."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Shunkaku glared at her coldly shifting his eyes to where her hand rested on the taller boy's shoulder. "Tell you're little Genbu lackey to beat it or I'll help him leave."
Rolling her eyes she looked up at Tan with a weak smile. "You'll have to excuse Shun-kun… He's very protective…"
"Hn… That little punk needs to get beat down." Growling deep in his throat, he finally looked away. "Fine Umiyame… I won't do anything to him today for you. But he'd better watch himself."
Frowning in a disapproving manner, she moved to speak only to be cut off. "What's that? Watch myself? Well likewise you arrogant brat!" At this, Siân began to twitch.
"Please think before you speak Shun-kun…" Pushing Tan gently she urged him to leave. "We'll talk later. I promise…" Watching him grudgingly walk away, she let out a pained sigh.
"What was that comment suppose to mean Siân?"
"Err… Well…" Smiling nervously she scratched the back of her head. How was she to tell him that he was just as arrogant if not more? Letting out a long sigh she merely shook her head. "It's nothing Shun… want to walk me home?"
Giving Tan's general direction one last glare, the younger twin nodded his head. "Fine…"
"ITOKO!" Siân's eyes went wide before she grit her teeth knowing what was to come. At that instant Ayame slammed into the brunette clinging to her in a tight hug. Chirping in a singsong voice, Ayame smiled brightly. "Guess who I just saw!!! Tomite! I can tell he still loves you!"
Feeling a bit sick as she attempted to regain her balance, she avoided looking at the younger Seiryuu twin. "You're full of it Ayame…" Squirming slightly, she felt the weight suddenly disappear.
"Kou-kun!" Looking up in horror, she saw Ayame latching onto Shunkaku.
Blinking in surprise, she didn't know if she should be angry or laugh at the irony of it all. It was the look of absolute horror on Shunkaku's face that made the decision for her. Laughter burst from her lithe form as she held her sides in pain. "A-Ayame… Th-that's… That's Shun!"
Ayame blinked a few times before looking at the look of anger on Shunkaku's face. Tilting her head to the side she looked closer before letting a grin overtake her face. "Oh well… You have one twin you have them both! They're identical you know!"
Still laughing, she barely caught the roll of Shunkaku's eyes as he gingerly pried her off of him. "Don't do that again Ayame-san… Ask before glomping… got that?"
The blonde giggled and nodded her head even though she had no intention of doing as he asked. Shunkaku then looked at Siân with a deer in the headlights look. Walking to her briskly, he stood behind her peering at Ayame. "Eh heh… Why don't we go to our house ne?"
Ayame nodded happily grinning at Shunkaku as he yelped and kept Siân in between them. The last thing he wanted was a clingy blonde latching onto him. Things like that weren't good on his reputation, not like hiding helped it any either. Siân continued to giggle the entire walk home ignoring the glares that Shunkaku sent her way.
~*~
Clear oculars of blue indigo gazed calmly over the surrounding areas as the boy leaned casually against the wide trunk of a Sakura tree. Not long before, his younger twin had told him to stay there while he retrieved Siân. He didn't mind, not at first. But with each passing moment, he was becoming very unsettled.
He loved peace and quiet, especially on early spring days such as these. Hugging his arms tightly about him, he dipped his countenance slightly allowing the deep blonde strands to fall into his face. Something inside of him was quivering and it wouldn't stop. Why was he so worried all of a sudden?
Breathing in deeply, he looked up once more only to see something he hadn't expected. That's when he realized; one week hadn't been nearly long enough. Cringing back against the tree, he knew it was too late. He had been spotted. Approaching him was the man he had always called his father with a glare fit for a psychotic mad man about to go on a killing spree.
Were he in a joking mood, he would have said it looked something akin to Miboshi or Nakago, but his feelings at that moment were anything but light. "Where the hell have you been?" The man bore down upon the older twin with deep brown eyes alit with fiery sparks.
Swallowing hard, Koutoku tried his best not to look afraid, but he knew what was to come. "I… I'm sorry…" Without replying, the man then grasped his arm and yanked him away from the tree bringing them face to face.
He was so close, he could feel the older man's breath washing over his face, and his ears could hear the faint sound of teeth grinding together. He was angry like he'd never been before. "You selfish little brat. You have nerve not even calling to tell me where you are. You know your job! Are you trying to run away? You're only seventeen boy…" At this remark, the man sneered lightly. "Until you are classified an adult, you are mine."
Gasping, Koutoku was then yanked along behind his adopted father in the direction of his home. This wasn't going to be good. He knew that look that had just crossed the other's face. It meant he would have to sit there and take it as pain was inflicted.
Closing his eyes tightly he fought the urge to cry. The week had been so wonderful just being with the Tsukikage's. They had treated him like family, where his actual family treated him like a toy to show off to the media. That's all he was, propaganda. There was no love involved. It wasn't that his mother had hit him; she just acted as though he didn't exist. That is, until she needed to pretend that she was the loving mother that rich society believed her to be.
Staring at the man's back, he toyed with the idea of calling out for help, but that would do no good. It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself; it was just that he couldn't bring himself to do so. They were after all, his parents, whether they were right or not. He'd have to call Shunkaku later, if he got out of this conscious that is.
~*~
Shunkaku grumbled once more as Ayame persistently clung to his arm showing no signs of letting go. He had to give her credit for her persistence, but he was afraid that his temper wasn't going to agree with him. Once more he tried to squirm away only to feel her tighten her grip.
This caused his face to redden in slight anger as he turned preparing to yell at the young blonde. But as he opened his mouth, he felt a hand press over it lightly. Blinking in surprise, he met Siân's sparkling emerald eyes as they laughed at him silently. After stopping his out burst, she then placed the hand on Ayame's shoulder and smiled. "Ne, itoko… I think you'd better detach before mount Shunkaku erupts."
Looking up at her cousin, she instantly released him smirking. "I knew he'd hit the boiling point eventually. Ne, he took it longer than I thought he would!" Giggling along with the brunette, they didn't see the scowl that crossed the older boy's face.
Snorting, he looked away and peered at the area in which he had left his twin. Stopping in mid stride, he could only blink. Koutoku was gone. Snapping his head to one side he desperately searched for him feeling an unsettled feeling in his stomach. His twin wouldn't just leave, not without telling someone. The frown disappeared as the look of concern replaced it. "S…Siân… Where… where's Kou-kun?"
Siân blinked and followed his gaze. Tracing her eyes down the many trails in the park, she realized that Koutoku was nowhere to be found. "Ano ne… I'm not sure… Do you think he had to go do something and didn't have time to tell us?"
That's when Ayame slowly crossed her arms over her chest and glared in one particular direction. "I lay you odds… That jerk Shiro-sama came to get him." Frowning deeply, her ice blue eyes turned rigid to match the angry tone in her voice.
At her words, Shunkaku's features instantly darkened. That man… had the nerve to drag HIS brother away? Glancing down at the ground as his body began to tremble, his eyes caught sight of a lone object beneath the Sakura tree. Kneeling down, he picked up the wooden flute and tightened his fist around it fuming silently.
"You don't know that Ayame-chan… He could have just wandered off or ran a quick errand…" Siân spoke softly as she attempted to sooth the mood that had arisen between them. Tilting her head in order to gaze at Shunkaku, she let out a long sigh. "Doushitano Shun-kun?"
Blinking, her wide eyes of green watched his shoulders quake in anger. "I swear… if he hurts him…" Cutting off, Shunkaku rose to his feet once more still clutching the old fashioned woodwind to his chest. "Kou-kun NEVER leaves his flute behind…" Growling under his breath, he turned to face the direction of the Shiro residence.
Ayame nodded in agreement before pausing to stare at the glowing blue light that emitted from his left shoulder. Shaking her head, she placed a hand over it and looked up at him with a small smile. "Why don't we pay the Shiro's a visit, ne? Until then, calm yourself. We don't need to have people giving us weird looks due to the glowing mark on your shoulder."
Shunkaku looked at the girl slightly shorter than himself in utter silence. After a few moments, he closed his eyes and nodded. She was right; there was no need to lose his cool UNTIL he got a hold of that man. Still gripping the flute in one hand, his other took Siân's hand and pulled her along behind himself and Ayame. This was all going to stop. NO ONE hit HIS Aniki. No one…
~*~
Staring forward, Koutoku held a vacant gaze that didn't seem to look at anything or anyone. Before him, his adopted father paced back and forth talking on the phone. Upon arriving home, he'd been carelessly shoved onto the floor as the man answered his cell phone. Reflexively swallowing, he then pulled his knees up to his chest as he listened to the angry words spoken. "The little brat doesn't deserve the life we give him! I don't care if I hurt him or not! He's going to learn how to act!"
Still pacing, Koutoku looked away. He knew he was talking to his mother, and he wondered if she agreed. Not that it mattered; she couldn't stop the man with his fiery temper anyway. And from the smell of his breath, it was obvious he'd been drinking. It seemed to be a hobby of his. Drink till he's drunk, and then beat him into unconsciousness.
Dropping his head to his knees, he fought the urge to cry once more. At least Shunkaku hadn't had to live like this. He didn't think he could've taken seeing his brother beat around. It was ok, as long as the people he loved didn't get hurt. Blinking, he suddenly noticed the eerie silence befalling the large hall. He didn't dare look up to see what he knew he would see.
Glowering down upon him, Shiro snorted slightly. He saw no reason why he shouldn't hit the boy. To him, he was nothing but an ingrate for all the things their money bought him. Which, in truth, wasn't much due to his stingy ways. Reaching down, he threaded his hands in Koutoku's hair and yanked his head backward in a manner that sent shocks of pain down the teen's spine. "You didn't think I'd forget about you, did you?"
Eyes of deep sapphire gazed at the man a moment before averting them elsewhere. Speaking in a soft tone, he knew he had to answer. "No sir…"
This caused a smirk to cross his face as he yanked Koutoku forward then slammed his head against the wall. "Well, if nothing else, you do have mannered speech." Taking a step back he watched the younger shiver in pain as he timidly cradled the back of his head in a hand. "I suppose I'll need to be careful this time. Can't have anyone thinking I abuse you."
Fighting the urge to scoff, the boy shakily rose to his feet and forced himself to stand up straight. He refused to cry, scream, or even whimper. Any sound that made him sound weak wasn't allowed. He would take it, but he wouldn't allow his father to take his pride. Meeting him eye to eye, he quietly dared him to do his worst.
It wasn't like he didn't see it; he was after all, a warrior. But as always, he didn't dodge as a fist was lodged into his stomach. "That look deserved a fist to the face you brat… How dare you look at me like that! You want to provoke me? Fine!" Rearing back to hit Koutoku in the side, he noticed his fist wouldn't move. Looking up, widened eyes caught sight of a bluish chord wrapped around his wrist.
Slowly tracing it to its owner, he realized that no one was holding it. It merely hovered there in mid air with two ends that had balls attached to them. The whirring sound of their spinning caused him to grit his teeth as he looked about in an attempt to find its owner.
Turning back to Koutoku, he realized he was gone. That's when his eyes fell on a figure holding him to their chest. Long bangs of deep brown seemed to shadow deep emerald eyes as a glare was planted directly and solely on him. What looked like a green fire erupted around their form causing them to look like anything but human. "How dare you…"
The voice was feminine, and it surprised him. Yelping, he turned quickly at the feeling of someone's hand on his shoulder. That's when he met the frigid gaze of darkened sapphire. It was just like his son's but so much deeper and full of hate. Koutoku never held a gaze like that. He was far too serene and gentle, but this one spoke of death and pain beyond all reason. "You should learn… to keep your hands to yourself…"
Watching the younger twin snarl, he tried to step back only to feel the chord lacing about him like a cocoon and hanging him in mid air. "What is going on! Who are you?" He was frantic as she struggled against the Ryuuseisui with all his might only to make the boy surrounded in a bright blue aura laugh maniacally.
"You're getting what you deserve for hurting MY Aniki…" The scowl deepened and caused his smooth features to furrow as he slowly brought the man closer to him with the aide of his Ryuuseisui. "Didn't you learn it's wrong to beat your children?"
Siân watched quietly still holding the cringing form in her arms. Gazing down upon him she felt her heart jerk in pain at the look of agony on his young face. /Why… why didn't he dodge or try to get away? It's not right… / Biting her lower lip, she glimpsed over her shoulder at Ayame as she hid in the shadows clenching her hands into tight fists.
It was too dangerous for her to get caught. If the word got out that the Tsumetai child had supernatural powers, they'd lose their good name. Unlike the Shiro parents, her parents were kind and loved her dearly even when she gave them heartache. Ice blue eyes watched Koutoku intently feeling the tears slowly slip down her cheeks. She'd known, for so long, that he was abused. But she didn't think there was anything she herself could do. Now all she wanted was to be Shunkaku as he tightened the grip of his weapon about the elder man.
"Are you… some sort of demon?" Still shrieking slightly in fear, he struggled against the brute force that seemed to squeeze his very life out of him.
"Let's just say… I am the avenging angel that will make you pay for your sins." A wicked smirk curled his lips as the fiery blue exploded from his form. Arching an eyebrow, a flash of lightning seemed to strike in his sapphire orbs as he effortlessly threw the man into a wall knocking him unconscious. "If it weren't… for Siân and Kou-kun… I'd kill you… right here… right now…" Snarling, he turned on his heal and without a word headed up the stairs to Koutoku's room.
Siân knew what he was doing, but she found that she couldn't move. The soft throbbing aura of green still surrounded her and Koutoku in a near warm embrace. Eyes of dark green rested bitterly on the limp form on the ground. The more she thought about it, the more she hated him. And with the hate, the aura grew also increasing the brightness of the symbol on her forehead. Old habits and bitterness resurfaced as she tried to control herself.
Had she not been holding Koutoku, she was sure she would have killed the man for her brother. Where Siân wasn't cold and evil, Umiyame was strong and merciless. At that moment a hand gently grasped her shoulder causing her to look back into Ayame's light blue eyes. It was clear, that she was just as angry, if not more, but she remained calm. Smiling softly she then averted her blue eyes to Koutoku and whimpered. He looked so helpless cringing in Siân's arms.
"Is he ok?" Ayame reached out timidly and brushed his bangs away only to gasp as he jerked away from the contact. /How bad has he hurt you Kou-kun?!?! / Biting her lower lip, she brought tear filled eyes up to gaze into her cousin's face only to see a deep scowl there. Eyes closed, Siân didn't want to look. In a way, they were all afraid. They were no longer in ancient China, and murder was punishable in this modern world.
~*~
How long had it been? He no longer knew, and part of him didn't care. Keeping his eyes closed, he buried himself deeper into the pillow he felt under his head. There were people in the room and they were talking. At first instinct, he tried to shy away thinking it was his father, but soon the soothing voices defined in his mind proving to be the people he loved dearly.
"You mean to tell me… that Shiro-sama has been abusing him?" The older Tsukikage spoke softly with a hint of hurt and concern. "I can't believe it… who would hit such a fine young man?"
"I don't know 'tousan. I wish it weren't true… demo, I saw it with my own eyes." That was Siân. The sweet alto was so delicate and soft, surprising Koutoku even in his half conscious state.
"I've seen it twice. I told you that last mark on his cheek was from his father. Now he's got a bump on the back of the head and maybe a broken rib from that ill placed punch to the abdomen. He could have killed him…" Undoubtedly it was Shunkaku this time. Why did they seem so worried about him? What had happened?
Hit to the head? Abdomen? So that was it. He had blacked out after the hit to the mid abdomen, which was dangerously close to his rib cage. Where he was a strong fighter, he wasn't the strongest physically and such hits could do an unhealthy amount of damage. At that moment, another voice broke the silence in a gentle mezzo soprano. "He's been putting up with this ever since I met him in kindergarten. I knew… but he begged me not to tell anyone…"
Toma shifted uneasily at these words. He couldn't believe that anyone would hit Koutoku. Shawn had a fiery temper, but he didn't see anything of the kind in the older twin. It was undeniable that they were twins, and he had rather enjoyed having another son. One that calmed and refined Shunkaku. Sighing softly, he stepped toward the bed and gently pressed the deep blonde bangs out of Koutoku's face. "I'll go to the police in the morning. I'll ask for the adoption rights. Since he's seventeen, he should be able to speak for himself."
At that moment, Koutoku felt like his heart had grown ten times lighter than it had been in most of his life. The fleeting touch of his soon to be father caused his skin to crawl in excitement even though his senses had totally returned to him. Shifting slightly, he opened his deep indigo orbs just enough to gaze at Toma lightly with a weak smile. "Arigauto…"
Blinking in surprise, Toma knelt down beside the bed and returned the smile. Lisa would have loved this boy. Just as she had loved Shunkaku. "No problem Koutoku… We'll take good care of you. You'll never get hurt again. I promise you…"
Behind him, Siân shivered. It felt nice to hear her father say that, but the shock of all she had seen, still weighed heavily on her mind. Not realizing it, Shunkaku slipped up behind her and gently slid his arms around her. Pulling her close, he buried his face in her shoulder and closed his eyes. She wasn't the only one that was upset. "Shun-kun… I hate… I hate that man…"
Not moving at the sound of her harsh whisper, he merely turned his head to whisper back into her ear. "One of these days… I'll make him pay…" Watching her nod, he allowed her to lean back against him. Slipping a hand gently through her soft hair, he watched her close her eyes. It felt so right holding her like that. So very right.
It felt so warm just leaning against him. Soon her senses were starting to dull out, and she knew if she didn't move, she'd fall asleep. But she didn't care any longer. Yawning softly, sleep claimed her, and Shunkaku gladly held her to him in support. Toma saw them; he wasn't blind to what was going on. But Shunkaku was changing, and he liked what he saw. In truth, he probably knew more about what they were feeling than they themselves.
Turning back to Koutoku, he carefully checked the head injury, catching sight of Ayame as she sat beside the bed nervously biting her nails. Another relationship he could see blooming there. Teenagers truly underestimated their parents and elders. Smiling to himself, he allowed himself to lean against the bed lightly. It was times like these, which made him wish Lisa, were there, just to see this.
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OI OI! Pity this poor sickly writer that barely got this chapter out. . well… not really. I don't like pity. But I DO like it when people actually read this junk I write. ^^;;; I do hope that everyone is liking this. Anyways, I am working on another fic about the twins at the same time… Maybe it will come out better. The world will never know. *smiles* Thanks so much for reading! Open to suggestions!