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Meet The Kouichi. Obey The Kouichi. Dine With The Kouichi. Or Else...
Now I remember why I hate girls, Kouji thought as he sat on the front steps of his twin's neighbor's house, next to the fidgeting Izumi. He had only seven when his stepmother had arranged a party at their house, and that girl...

Kouji shivered at the thought, pushing the memory out of his head. Damn...why that of all memories to reminisce about? Ugh...

Growling, Izumi got up and kicked a nearby rock away. "Stupid Takuya," she muttered, now pacing.

In response, Kouji sighed and began staring at his cell phone. "Thank goodness for cell phone games," he muttered as he began to play, ignoring Izumi's constant chant of 'Stupid Takuya.'

Kouichi stared at the couple before him as he took a seat in a chair across from them. "So, Takuya, introduce me," Kouichi said simply, staring Takuya straight in the eyes. It was more of an order, and all of them knew it.

Leaning back leisurely with a smile that curved into a smirk on his face, Takuya waved a hand at his girlfriend. "Sumi. And Sumi, that's Kouichi. But you can also call him Mr. I-must-know-everything-that-goes-on-in-my-friend's-lives."

"Oh," Sumi said, simply looking away indifferently.

A full smirk now decorated Takuya's face. "So how'd Kouji get trapped in Izumi's web?"

"ACTUALLY," Kouichi said, closing his eyes. "The two have been going out since you left her."

Takuya was shocked, Kouichi could tell just through the tone of his voice. "But Tomoki said she hadn't left her room-"

"Lies," Kouichi stated dismissively. "He just didn't want you to feel bad." Opening his eyes, Kouichi saw his words had their intended effect.

Takuya was enraged. "Why would I feel bad?" he snapped.

Chuckling, Kouichi closed his eyes once more. "You act like a child."

"Hey, Takuya, shouldn't we be go-" Sumi tried to say, but Kouichi stopped her in time.

"And I assumed you two were staying for dinner," Kouichi said loudly so he would cut her off. "You are staying, aren't you?" he asked politely. Cracking open his left eye he saw both of them exchange uneasy glances.

Takuya blinked and sputtered his usual nonsense, "Well, we, uh...that is to say, we, uhm, we-"

"Glad to know you're staying," said Kouichi, his eyes closed once more.

Sumi and Takuya exchanged glances again. "But Kouichi, we-"

"TAKUYA, if you were only going to stay for a minute, why did you come here?" thundered Kouichi, opening his eyes which were now blazing in fury.

Gulping, Takuya nodded, feeling numb. "Alright, we'll stay for dinner..."

Smoothly, Kouichi stood up. Dang, I'm getting good at this acting stuff, he thought, striding to the kitchen to prepare dinner for five, just as the plan called for.

Kouji sighed and looked at the back of his cell phone, flipping it over and checking the time. "Another hour left. Izumi, couldn't you at least stop pacing and talk instead?" Kouji snapped.

Flashing a glare, Izumi sat down beside him. "We've been here how long?"

"Two...hours. Two long, dreadfully boring, POINTLESS hours. OW!" exclaimed Kouji as Izumi threw her shoe at him, hitting his head. "I wish I put on my bandana before we left..."

Izumi stared at him. "You need to cut your hair," she told him.

Kouji stared at her, eyes as wide as golf balls, possibly larger. "NEVER!"

"Why not?" she demanded, making a face. "It looks absolutely disgusting."

Covering his hair with his hands, Kouji shot her a glare. "Leave my head out of this!"

She snorted and looked away. "Yet another reason you don't get girls," she muttered under her breath.

Kouji heard and rolled his eyes. "Here's another one," he countered. "Girls are stupid."

"Boys aren't?" Izumi retorted, looking back and glaring at him.

Once again, Kouji rolled his eyes and looked away. "I hate girls."

"And girls hate you." She paused before adding, "Literally." Once more, she looked away. Unable to stand the silence that overcame them any longer, Izumi picked up her shoe and asked Kouji, "Why do you hate girls, anyway?"

"Aono."

Blinking, Izumi stared at Kouji. His hand covered his mouth partially, making what he said come out muffled. Not to mention he was looking the other way, so she couldn't read his lips either. "You don't know?" she guessed.

"No," Kouji said in a clearer voice, turning to her. "Aono. My stepmother invited her family over to our house for a party when I was seven. Not only did she use me as target practice, but she spilled the punch all over my suit. It was embarrassing, and it's a good thing my dad told me not to wear my bandana, or that would have died then and there."

A giggle escaped Izumi's lips. Seconds later, she burst into laugher, repeatedly hitting Kouji's right shoulder. "You got bullied by a girl?" she laughed.

"At the age of seven. That's when I decided to join kendo. I never saw her after that, thank goodness," he muttered.

Izumi stopped laughing and calmed down. "So all because of that you hate girls?"

"YES." The two fell silent and Kouji looked at his cell phone once more. "Thirty minutes. Let's hope 'sagely Kouichi' works out."

Izumi nodded. "We can only hope, though. But I bet it did."

"Why do you say that?" Kouji asked, puzzled.

She grinned. "Because," she said, "not only is Kouichi the smarter twin, but he doesn't freak out in situations like that." Izumi burst out into laughter again.

Kouji twitched. "I'm just as good!" he insisted, "I mean, I could act sagely!"

"You suck, which is why I chose you to be my 'boyfriend,'" Izumi said, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers, "and not your brother. Plus, he'd probably stare at me and laugh, then tell me to ask you anyway."

Kouji grumbled, "I feel like I'm being used."

She snickered and whacked his back. "That's because you are being used!" she exclaimed happily.

Groaning, Kouji glanced at his cell phone. EIGHTEEN MINUTES, his mind screamed, PASS AS FAST AS YOU CAN!

"Alright, dinner will be ready in ten minutes. I better call Kouji so he'll get home in time," Kouichi muttered to himself. "And that Sumi girl...looks familiar..."

Shrugging, Kouichi walked into the living room. "Dinner'll be ready in ten minutes. Are you sure you two don't want to watch a movie?" he asked, staring at them. They had been talking for the past hour, and it was driving Kouichi nuts.

Takuya looked at Kouichi and nodded. "We're fine."

"SHUT UP AND WATCH A MOVIE," Kouichi commanded in a threatening tone.

Sumi stared at Kouichi and asked, "Exactly why should we?"

He smirked. "Simple. Because I know what you're up to."

"I'm so sure you do," she replied, looking away. "I'm here to take Takuya from all of you. And I will."

Both boys stared at her. "Whaaaa...?" Takuya said stupidly.

"Takuya, you're an idiot," Kouichi muttered under his breath so neither of them could hear. "Here, call Kouji," he snapped, throwing the goggle-headed boy the phone.

Fumbling with the phone in his hands, Takuya grumbled, "Why do I have to call him?"

Kouichi snickered, as he knew exactly what to say to this. "Because you're a free loader, so you might as well do some work, lazy."

Takuya's eyes widened in fury as he dialed the number and pressed the receiving end to his ear. "HEY, KOUJI, KOUICHI SAYS DINNER'S READY. GET HOME," he said rudely.

"This isn't Kouji, stupid," Izumi's voice answered.

Immediately turning red, Takuya started stuttering, "Ah...n-no, I mea-mean, uhm, hi Izumi! Is Kouji there! I th-I...-er...I could have sworn I called his cell phone..."

Izumi remained calm, though. Her voice was clear of emotions, "He's here. And he heard. Whatever. Later."

As she hung up, Takuya looked down. "Hmm," he mumbled, hanging up as well and walking over to the kitchen. "Hey...Kouichi..."

"Yeah?" Kouichi answered, putting the finishing touches on dinner.

Gulping, Takuya asked, "Are they seriously going out?" Kouichi nodded. "So they're serious?" Takuya asked again.

"YES, FOR THE LAST TIME," Kouichi said in an exasperated voice. "You left her heartbroken, Takuya! Did you expect her to stay that way?"

Shaking his head, Takuya sulked back to the couch. "Right..." he muttered. "Of course she'd move on..."

Sumi looked at him for a mere second before nodding and looking away. "You still like her, huh?"

Takuya shook his head and confessed, "No...it's just weird. She would move on, but...I didn't think she'd choose Kouji of all people. Kouichi, maybe, but..."

"Well, I guess things happen like that," she told him, looking out the window. "Here they come."

Indeed, Kouji and Izumi walked up the steps, laughing together, holding hands. Takuya closed his eyes, remembering all the times he had walked Izumi home like that. All he had left were cold, barren memories. Jealously flooded him for a mere second, until he forced a smile at Kouji. He should be happy for them, not jealous. He would be happy for them. Whether he liked it or not. "Hey, Kouji," he said simply.

"ALRIGHT, PEOPLE, DINNER'S READY!" Kouichi yelled from the kitchen. "So get over here right now."

"YESSIR!" Kouji and Takuya yelled back, flashing grins at each other. "LET'S EAT!"

A/N-

Ugh...I'm sick again. I have that weird...post nasal drip thing. I woke up at 2:45 AM just because of it. But anyway, away from that, this is going pretty well. Just so you know, Kouichi's got to act like that. It's part of the story. I'm sorry if any of the characters are a bit too OOC. I know Takuya is. I hope you liked this chapter! I shall update soon! Thank you, people reviewed. I've answered your reviews in an LJ.

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You can find the answer to your reviews there. I'm sorry I took forever to update. I usually can't update Saturdays and Sundays. So, until the story progresses further, bear with the OOC characters. I promise, I'm doing my best to make it as unOOC as possible. I shall update Friday, probably. My dad's coming backon Thursday...we'll see. Review please!