Things you do out of love
Chapter 3: New Kid On The Block
By: Realmi
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Realmi: Chapter Two was crappy!
Caroline: Yeah, because I wasn't in it!
Realmi: Not you too! I ALREADY HAVE ARASHI AND MIWAKO BREATHING FIRE DOWN MY NECK!
George: Ummmm….Realmi… could let me go now?
Realmi: Nope *snuggle*
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Charli woke up that morning with a huge headache. She rubbed her eyes gingerly as she sat on the edge of her brother's bed. Her memory slowly kicked in and she remembered what had happened the night before. Damnit! She thought straitening at the memory. Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! I let him see me cry, I let him see me cry, I let him see me cry… Charli threw her hands into the air and fell back onto the bed. She always prided herself for emotional control, Hey, any fifteen year old girl would cry into the arms of a big brother because their life has gone to Hell in a mater of two weeks, right? She asked herself slowly getting back up. Holy shit! I'm in my underwear! She thought looking down at her black bra and panties. Shit, he saw me in my underwear! Shit, he saw me in my underwear… (AN: Charli's quite the potty mouth first thing in the morning) She stopped repeating herself and got dressed. She put on a green t-shirt and khaki's. She went into the main room and sat down at the table, wondering where her elder brother was. He better hurry up, she thought snidely as she checked her watch. Only three hours until school starts.
George walked (AN: wait a minute! That sexy boy doesn't walk, he struts!) into the kitchen an hour later. During that time, Charli master the coffee machine, the microwave, and the oven: the sticky buns were on their way, the coffee was fresh and microwaved bacon to boot. "Nice," George said marveling at Charli's handy work. "I'll have to introduce you to my friend Isabella," George said sitting down across form Charli; he decided he would tell his little sister that Isabella was a guy later. Charli didn't say anything, she just sat there sipping her coffee. Waiting for her brother to bring up last night, formulating what answers she would give him, and what lies she will make up.
George, however, knew from experience not to talk about suicide first thing in the morning. There were so many other things that a brother and sister needed to talk about, mainly her wardrobe. "You are not wearing that to Yaza Arts," he said plainly. He was in his stunning cowboy outfit again and there was no way she was going to call herself his brother looking like Sailor Frump, and that's just what he told her.
"Since when do you get to decide what is publicly acceptable? I'm smart enough to be a junior and honors student at age 15! I think I can dress myself just fine with out your help," she said taking another drag of her coffee.
Yukari ought to like this one, George thought amused. She's just as bitchy, however, she makes since. "If you want to get to school today," George said, folding his hands together. "You will dress in the outfit I have made for you."
At this, Charli folded her arms and leaned closer to her brother. "No," she said plainly.
"Charlotte Black, you will wear the dress, or not graduate," George said getting vexed, a new and unexplainable feeling, maybe having something to do with the fact that she was so like him and that meeting someone so much like himself was vexing. Of course, he didn't think of that, he just figured it was because she's a bitch.
"Oh? And just who died and made you king of the universe and god of all things?" Charlotte asked.
"Daddy dearest say it fit to make me your guardian since I'm eighteen and you will be leaving with me anyway," one big whooper of a lie, but she didn't know that. Instead of falling back in defeat, Charli still glared at him, totally unfazed by his words.
"Alright then, pretty boy, since you obviously couldn't bare to have some dressed "normally" and call herself your sister, I will be a good girl scout and wear your dress," before George could speak, she continued. "For one day only, so for my debut, I don't tarnish the name Koizumi."
George leaned back in defeat, she had spunk, passion, and stubbornness: there was no longer any doubt in his mind that they were siblings. In fact, if George didn't know full well that Yukari would kill him, he would sign her as a model too: she just fit the bitch image that George loved so much!
"Deal," George said.
Pretty Boy: 0
Sailor Frump: 1
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"This is not going to fit!" Charli roared looking at the tent that her elder brother called a dress.
"Try it on," George said looking at the dress. Charli grumbled and followed his will, she zipped the dress up and spun around to model for her brother. It was long, flowing, black, and made of velvet, maybe a tad hot for that time of year, but George didn't care: it's all for the art. Charli, for that matter, loved velvet and couldn't care less about the heat, in fact, the only thing she had to complain about the dress was…
"This ain't gonna work," Charli said, blushing. George looked closely and then laughed. The dress was big, especially in the…
"My Lord, but you're flat!" George exclaimed, not wanting to believe what he saw. He went and groped his little sister to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, they weren't. Charli was used to this, she can't really call it being groped because there was nothing to grope, much to everyone's amazement.
"I know, I know!" Charli said swatting his hands away and turning away in shame. "If I was any flatter I'd have dents."
George smiled, so his younger sister had a weak spot after all. "Let me fix this."
"Do we have time?" Charli asked as George whipped out his sewing box.
"Of course, we still have an hour and a half before school starts, I can hem it, tuck it, and even do your hair and make up before we reach 45 till."
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George was true to his word and the dress fit Charli's curves (or lack of) like a glove. Her make up was light; its main purpose was to bring out her big green eyes: as George so kindly pointed out was the biggest part of her body. You can imagine the look on the student body's' faces when the cowboy came in with vampire (black velvet and pale skin does have that affect on people).
"Oh, George, is this her?" a man wearing an elegant, old fashioned lace dress asked.
"If "her" happens to be Charlotte Black, then I am her, Mr…?" Charli asked politely.
"Just call me Isabella, Charlotte," Isabella smiled kindly.
"And call me Charli, everyone else does," Charli said in perfect Japanese that she learn the night before (hey this is an anime fanfic, it's completely possible to learn Japanese in one night).
Arashi and Miwako (finally) entered the scene. The same introduction banter followed suit and George, being the great big brother we all know he is,
He went off to class.
He, Miwako, and Isabella all left leaving Charli alone and defenseless in the dizzying halls of Yaza Arts. Luckily for her, Arashi was there.
"Damn that nancy boy, leaving me with his sister."
Okay, maybe unluckily for Charli.
"Um, Arashi, can you help me find my next class?" she asked, pretending not to have heard what he said.
"Oh, sure," he said looking her schedule over. "Hey, you have Rock Choir with me," Arashi gave the person who reviled him in piercings a funny look. "How did you get into this class? You can't be more then a sophomore and only seniors and advanced juniors get into this class."
"Consider me very advanced," Charli said teasingly, even though there was nothing really to tease.
When Arashi and Charli got to their class, they were shocked to find George outside the classroom.
"I forgot to tell you," he said, bored. "Tonight, come to the studio. If you're going to be my half sister, you're going to have to be a part of Paradise," with that, he turned and left.
"What the Hell is his problem!?" he heard Charli yell in frustration.
Pretty Boy: 1
Sailor Frump: 1
The score was even, for now.
***
Realmi: There! You had a line happy?
Arashi: Thanks *rolls eyes*
George: Will you please let me go?
Realmi: But you're so warm and fuzzy
George: Now I know why you are called the Goddess of Ginger Ale.
Realmi: It's the one thing I love more than you, babe!
Charli: Anyway, review and vote Charli was the master of wits!
George: I'm the god of mind games.
Charli: Let's let the readers decide, brother dear.
