I Do Not Own Princess Mononoke

Chapter One: Transfer Student

"San…San, wake-up!" Moro persisted at her young daughter. The girl rolled around for a bit, then groggily sat up with her short hair frizzed and tangled. Her heavy eyelids barely revealed her beautiful dark eyes. She sat upright, with her mother standing next to her bed, with her arms crossed.

Her mother was a tall Asian woman, who, in all respects, was beautiful and intelligent. Moro's stature was not at all lanky, either. She was all curves, feminine, and was not in the least way afraid to show her confidence as a woman. Yet, at the same time, was gracious, polite, and negotiable with all matters of life, most of the time. Truly a work of art.

Her daughter, unlike her mother, was on the shorter side, but getting taller. San was a tough little high-school girl who hated all that is girly and holy. She cut her long brown locks when she started middle school, and kept it at a fairly short length ever since. Her breasts were 'less than impressive' one would think, but San didn't care to think. She didn't want to impress anyone with her (unfortunate) displays of her gender. Then again, like her mother, she wasn't flat like a brick wall, or straight like a pencil. She was…developing slowly. She was, in some ways to think…one of those accidental masterpieces?

Of course, one would think, 'they're so different! How could they be related?' The answer is simpler than you may believe. One word sums every question relating to this topic of their lives: Adoption.

"Time…" San rubbed her eyes angrily, as she was always Miss. Grumpy in the morning. The statement was meant as a question roughly translating into, "what time is it?" But, early as it was, three more words and to change the voice tone so it would be a question, would be way too much effort.

Moro tapped her pointed high heels against the carpet and pulled the sleeve of her suite back to reveal her elegant watch. Reading it instantly, she replied, "6:30 AM."

She groaned and then rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She bent her head backwards; then as it fell forward, she caught it with her hand to rub some sleep out of her eyes, and then brushed her fingers through her short hair. It was getting long, too long in her personal opinion. She could probably hold the back hair in a low, stubby pony-tail by now. One would never know, for, that too, was a test to be put aside due to energy levels. She then scratched the side of her head, and then waved her mother off. This was a ritual signal that she was up, and she'd be ready soon.

Following ritual rules, Moro shifted her weight, and then pivoted around to walk out of her room door to go towards the downstairs kitchen. Before she left completely, she had to remind San. "Don't forget to wake your bothers up!" San dragged herself from the bed, and then slumped towards the bathroom to clean herself up. Make-up was non-existent in her bathroom, but it was everywhere in Moro's. This is how guests distinguished their bathrooms. All that was there was a toothbrush, toothpaste, a mirror with a small light, an out-of-date blow-dryer, an old soap bar, and a small brush. On some days, there would be a hair band, but San lost that hair band long ago. Her mother, on the other hand, had pile-mountains of accessories, a full-length mirror with blinding lights, make-up, brushes of all shapes and sizes, curlers, a straighter, 3 different toothpaste brands, a couple of toothbrushes, floss, contact holders, face wash…the list went on and on.

Splashing cold water on her face was refreshing, and yet, unwelcoming at the same time. She took her facial towel, and wiped the water off her face. As the towel worked its way down, she stared at herself in the mirror. Average. Ordinary. Plain. Three words she used to describe her looks. When she was younger, her mother used to tell her she was beautiful in everyway. She stopped telling her that after puberty hit. San didn't have any pimple problems, or anything, she just became another teenager of society. That's all.

With a few strokes through her hair with a brush, and after brushing her teeth, she changed into her uniform. It was a dark blue skirt with a sailor-cut top with a red sash folded neatly into a ribbon. She then proceeded to her two younger siblings. Since they were twins, they shared rooms until they were 13. At 15, they went into separate rooms, but the rooms were right next to each other. This made San's job easy. She could yell one phrase and get them both up at the same time. The phrase, "kill two birds with one stone" really did apply to this morning ritual.

"Get up you lazy-ass!" She really meant 'asses' but it always sounded singular, that way both of them would think she's only yelling at one of them. The two shot up from their beds, and then rolled off their beds, taking the sheets with them. "If you don't, then you'll really feel my wrath." She warned in a deadly tone. As the oldest, she had an older authority. They would always do as she say, which was usually within reason. Two years difference wasn't that much, but it was enough.

San trotted down the stairs, snatching her book back from the hanger on her way down. She could hear her two siblings groaning and trying to dress. As she smelled the mouth-watering food, her stomach grumbled in wanting. Breakfast consisted of rice, eggs, sausages, and some bacon. The perfect breakfast for San.

"No, no, Gonza, not that one." Her mother argued with her cell phone as she served San the food. "No…Yes, that's better…Then I refuse…Look, if you can't get her to say otherwise, then you'll just have to wait until I arrive." Moro continued. By the time Moro adopted San, she took over her husband's business as President because he was taking a break from work. Two years later, she gave birth to twins, and then, her husband filed for divorce. He said that she could have custody and the business, he just wanted out. His business was going downhill that first few years, but once Moro took command, the profit sky-rocketed and the stocks went off the charts. The success was almost unbelievable. He's probably hitting and cussing at himself by now.

Gonza was the closest assistant to a rivaling company's president, Eboshi Corp. The fighting had been dragging on for so long and it got so intense, the two top dogs and their closest connections call each other by their fist names. Moro's company kept the original name, Okina Corp., despite some flaring controversies that she should change it. Now, Moro owns ¼ of Japan's commerce movements, and a part of world-wide trade marketing and selling productivity in Japan. Because of the immense success, the flares calmed down, and eventually, almost everyone accepted the name as is.

Eboshi was the name of the president – Saki Eboshi, the founder of the massive corporation, rivaling Moro's. She owned a large iron resource production, and a little of trade and commerce in Japan. Like Moro, Saki was a strong business woman and strong mother at the same time. Unlike Moro, Saki left her husband and raged war for custody over her children. The only logical reason for full custody was that Saki Eboshi's oldest son just happened to be Ashitaka Eboshi – Japan's teen idol. Her husband has joint custody over their second child. Although the second child is a rising star and teen model, it wasn't enough to top a teen idol.

Moro might have the money advantage, but Eboshi has the popularity edge. Both of her children are T.V. stars, and she's also known as 'that woman who wanted her child for money'. Greedy as it may appear, Eboshi wasn't all bitch and no action. She was a smart and cunning woman with wits and looks. Despite her divorce, she's had more than a few suitors, may it be for love (doubt it) or money.

"Fine then, Good-bye." Moro hung up the phone, and set it back into her pocket. "I can't believe that damn woman!" She fumed softly. No matter how nasty her remarks were, she constantly had her polite speech in tact. "Why can't she just give up? It's been over 5 years, and she refuses a take-over!"

"Mom, you sound like the bad guy here." San sipped some of her milk down. But a large majority agreed that Eboshi was quite the sadistic one. She only cared for her workers only if they would stable, and perhaps boost her status. But, who could really blame her? She built her company from the ground up, and fought long, hard battles to make it successful.

Her mother sighed, and straightened her dark dress-suite. "Alright, I'll be leaving now. Make sure your brothers get to school on time today." She took her purse and briefcase then proceeded to the garage. "I'll need to beat traffic today, so my phone will be on if your brothers are late to school again. Tell them to call me on my cell if anything like that happens, okay?"

"Yeah…" San mumbled as her mother shut the door and started driving off. She glanced at the clock, and then the two monsters came running down the stairs, racing again, and charging towards the smell of food. "3…2…1…" San read the second hand. Something crashed into the wall leading the stair's path towards the kitchen and living room.

"Ouch! Hey, you ass-hole, that's cheating!" A teen boy yelled in agony.

"You said we could push, so it's legal, dumb-ass!" Another boy countered.

"You fuckin' cheated! I know how you work!"

"Don't be such an ass-wipe! I W-O-N fair and square!"

"It's cheating you piece of shit!" The two brothers entered into the kitchen, one with a red bump on his forehead, the other with a scowl.

'Can't believe they had to share a room until 2 years ago…pathetic.' San thought to herself as the two argued to who had first dibs on the rice paddle. Not only did they have to share a room, but they were both a part of a high-school punk 'gang' if you will. They were complete trouble-makers, but good-looking at the same time. San had to admit they both got their looks from Moro. Definitely Moro, no doubt…and their height. They were taller than San! But only by an inch or two. 'Unnatural height…' She thought in annoyance. The two of them had silver hair, like their mothers, but it wasn't like 'grey, old-age' silver. It was more like 'moon light' silver. It was another beautiful feature they all shared. As for San, she had what she described as 'Mud-pie brown' hair. And their eyes. Such handsome and attractive eyes they all shared. A dirty yellow shade, that always held a glint of mischief. Unlike their mother, these two had a taste for violence, and swearing. This is the reason why they were recruited for the school's gang.

The 'older' twin was named Taka, while the second was named Kai. Taka was only older by mere seconds, of course. The two would be identical if not for the slight facial difference. Taka had a more matured face, but just by a tick. But, their personalities were almost polar opposites, but at the same time one of the same. Kai had kept is hair on the shorter side, and had only two or three inches. Taka, on the other hand, liked the European-look nowadays, and layered his hair, so it was on the longer side.

"Hey San! Turn the news on!" Kai stuffed his face with rice and eggs; occasionally taking breaks to breathe in-between. San, who was nearest to the remote, clicked the T.V. on, and because of Moro, it was always set to the news.

"...The recent events of the Eboshi family has now confirmed that the oldest son, and first in line heir for Eboshi Corp., Ashitaka Eboshi, is attending a local school near his mother's business, in central Tokyo…" The reporter spoke as a picture of a handsome boy flashed on the screen.

"What's that? Turn it up!" Taka leaned forward. San turned the volume up, and the picture disappeared. The reporter was standing in front of a school, where a flock of students came to view. There was a limousine slowly creeping forward towards the school gates of a school.

"Wait a minute…" San thought out loud.

"That's my school!" Taka, Kai and San blurted out.

A/N: Wow. That's a long chapter for me! lol. Hope you liked it. .