Hey guys, I am back with a brand new chappie. Thanks for all the reviews and I am sure I would be able to fill you up.

And the rest of the brothers would appear in the story.

Chapter 2: Old faces, New Family

Almost nothing need be said when you have eyes... Tarjei Vessas

Aoi sat at her classroom, dressed in gun-powder skirt and navy-blue blazer with a white shirt and a red tie underneath. It was already recess and she couldn't forget the incident of the morning, or the last night, it intrigued her. Without helping it, she took out her lunch box and slowly nibbled at the rice at the end of her chopsticks; with stuffed egg... it was warm and fluffy and filled her from within. She almost choked on her milk when a girl slapped at her back.

'Are? Aoi-chan... you're still here?' she asked, surprised and happy.

Gulping her milk properly Aoi looked at the back, and it was the same as she expected, it was none other than her best friend Menchi Kitagawa. She sat beside Aoi and cocked her smooth shapely left leg over the right and sat her face on her palm 'my, my, my... I am surprised, and happy!' she said contentedly 'I thought you were flying to Padokea... ' she let out a surprised chuckle 'what happened...' then her face changed into a more sombre expression 'is the wedding cancelled?'

Aoi had to admit that her only best friend had a sensibility of a blunt axe 'Chi-chan, how can you say that...' Aoi said sounding a bit hurt 'and besides, I thought you skipped the school today'

'Nah just snuck in! From the incinerator boundary... It is way too bothersome to attend school at 9 everyday... ' Menchi halfway glanced at her 'and why are you here... is everything okay?' Aoi nodded, 'hmm, it is... Actually I misunderstood dad' Aoi breathed 'it is Palm-san who lives in Dentora, not her family... They are in York Shin, so no harm done!'

Menchi breathed heavily 'Thank god you're not going anywhere... It would be hell to face the Weird Sisters without you.' she resented and suddenly stood up 'anyway, do like my new look? I worked a lot over the summer'

Aoi noticed that Menchi looked different, her 'Spring Look' of fair skin and rose-coloured hair was changed into a pretty russet-skin and bright turquoise hair which, in Aoi's opinion is better than the previous, but she had to note this- Menchi will have a whole month spending in guidance councillor's office hearing lectures about 'not getting tanned' and 'colouring hair like delinquents'

'Anyway, my dear Blueberry' Menchi, with equal abruption sat down, 'how is your new family?' and her face lit up with excitement 'are they hot... are they cute... tell me, tell me, all about them!' she jammed.

Aoi told about all of them from the starting to ending, except editing Feitan's incident a little bit, which she thought that it wasn't the right time, and to her surprise Menchi was ruptured by her story... 'What... there's thirteen of them... and you are saying that you really saw one naked?' Menchi gasped and rest her head over her palms 'how large was he?' she smiled loosely.

Aoi gasped and turned red, and hid her face 'Menchi-chan!' at her reply Menchi laughed hard and slapped her back appreciatively 'I was kidding... but I can't deny that if I was in your place, I would have dreamt every night jumping all their bones... Man! I would have wet myself with horniness... How could you manage that many?' Aoi smiled faintly, entirely ignoring her drift 'I guess I got my share of a family... they are just as I dreamt... perfect and caring brothers.'

Suddenly Menchi stood up rushing towards the door 'speaking of dreams, come and see this' she beckoned Aoi to the window and they peeked downwards 'look... one of the Weird Sisters is trying to hit on the dream boy!'

The Weird Sisters were a group of snobbish coquettes in Aoi's school, Minami High, who thought of themselves as princesses, there were three girls, Ponzu, a fair girl with short structure with a mane of bluish hair, Retz, a petite girl with long strawberry blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes and their leader Biscuit Krueger who had shining sakura eyes, very short curly blond hair and a rather bouncy chest. And the Dream Boy was a guy with fluffy alabaster hair and shining amethyst eyes, who was the apple of the eye for every girl in Minami high.

'Look, its Bisky this time... Man, why don't they give up on dream boy!' Menchi said with a bitter dismay, and Aoi did not see the reason that both of them were given weird names like 'Weird Sisters' or 'Dream Boy'. 'I get the girls Chi-chan, but why the boy? I don't think he likes all that attention' Aoi said disapprovingly 'that's because you prat, nobody knows his name... He has always been the dream boy, even the teachers don't know his name... they call him 'D-san'' Menchi said.

Aoi always noticed that so called Dream Boy, he was in her class and apparently all girls, including her best friend goggles him all the time, Aoi on the other hand noticed that he was quite a loner, skulking around the corners, in the off time, played with a yo-yo or chewing bubble-gum, never paying attention to anybody. She never saw him to talk to anyone, but he was immensely popular to his own dismay. Aoi always felt that, he was somewhat like her, with no one to care about.

'That's sad' Aoi said shortly and removed herself from the window 'letting nobody know your name.'

...

'Tadaima!' Aoi said shortly, and deposited her shoes in the rack. As she was stepping on the threshold, she saw something plastic wrapped in the letter box and guessing it's something important she picked it up, and strode to the living room.

She rushed to her room by the broad marble staircase and changed into blue turtleneck and grey a-line mid-calf skirt and tying up her hair in a ponytail she rushed to the kitchen to help Illumi. He was already having a hard time to brew what Aoi suspected was not quite Nihhonjin (my substitute to 'Japanese' :P) instead to smelled like burnt onion and leeks. 'Illumi-san, are you trying to make Norman onion soup?' Aoi asked slowly and Illumi looked at her way; it never ceases to faze Aoi how does he manage without expressions; he nodded and sighed expressionlessly 'Alas, I have not made it yet... Foreign food is quite not my forte, and my recipe book is lost somewhere...'

Aoi smiled reassuringly, 'mind if I take over... I know the recipe' she said and Illumi stepped aside and stirred some tofu in the wok; perhaps for Gon, as he was allergic to dairy products. Aoi clearly knew what to do. At first she chopped five types of onion, including banana onion, shallots, white and red onion and spring onion and to add dimension she chopped up leeks. Heating up the pan with butter and olive-oil she threw bashed garlic, salt and pepper to toast and tossed in the vegetables, letting it caramelised. With doing all this in a tremendous hurry, she accidentally grabbed the tofu-filled wok which was resting on fire. She jumped up and down with agony as her palm was dark red and the skin was peeling away.

'Are you alright?' Illumi blinked furiously and spoke a bit of in the higher pitch and grabbed her hand tenderly to see the wound as Aoi was in tears. Illumi hurried towards the first aid kit, applying some ointments he bandaged it up and looked at her face, which was now clammy and tearful.

'Don't worry...' he kissed her cheek where a fat teardrop was condensed 'I won't let anything hurt you'.

Aoi stood petrified at her place, blushing furiously at his action. Despite his lack of expression, Aoi swore she felt a sudden heat of passion in his lips. But this was not right somehow... is that how brothers love their dear sisters?

Anyhow, Illumi refused to let her cook for the evening and banned her from any hand-related work, which includes her palm, that means, no writing, no cooking, no carrying foods and many more, until her hand is considerably healed; but Aoi stood there as he took instruction of the soup. As a result in the dinner time Aoi stood guiltily aside the table as Illumi arranged the plates up. 'Gomen ne Illumi-san, I was careless in the kitchen.' She changed her tone to a more hopeful one 'I can still help you... It is not that-'

'Absolutely not!' Illumi said sternly, 'sit down like a good girl!' as he continued to lay platters on the long table. Aoi lowered her face and stared at her feet. The continuous clanks and chinks were harmoniously mixed with a mumbled groaning noise, which was none other than brothers approaching the table.

Aoi's face heated up and turned like a ripe peach (that happens a lot around here) and she tried her best to hide her right hand, which she clumsily burned in the kitchen. She felt a sweet caramel scent at her left and a familiar disinfect-like smell at her right, she got it immediately that she is sitting between Hisoka and Leorio, and she stiffened on her position.

'Soka-nii, stop looking at her like that' a soft voice reluctantly said from Aoi's opposite, and raising her face she looked that Hisoka was smiling mischievously eyeing her silently and Kurapika looking at him indignantly and Aoi mumbled a polite defence. Illumi laid the pots, and each one of them was delicious.

'Illu-nii, what's the occasion today?' asked Shalnark earnestly, 'Wah! The foods smell really good!' Gon sniffed on the pots and salivated heavily. 'Apple-chan, that's not a very good manner! Sit down and be a good boy!' Hisoka scolded Gon affectionately as Gon pouted, but before anyone could answer something bright glided to the table.

'Momo-nii...' Shalnark, Gon, Kurapika and Milluki almost jumped on a man, similar to Kite and his long silver hair bellowed at his back as he almost fell on the floor, and continued fondling his brother. Shalnark and Gon was cuddling to him while he was ruffling Kurapika's hair and patting Milluki's buttock. And Illumi wasn't remotely happy about it. 'Pumpkin... Get back here!' he ran with a Spatula and dragged Shalnark by his hood, 'Apples, Pikachu and Bubbles, please let him eat in peace for God's sake.' Illumi snarled in deadpan-manner, and helped Kite's doppelganger from the floor while the others sulked and Aoi swore Shalnark mumbling 'cut me some slack Old Mum!' and everyone burst into laughter when Shalnark got hit by Illumi in the head, who sported a whimsical deadpan face.

Kite's clone sat up in the table rubbing his ribs. He was the exact image of Kite except the shadowed watery blue eyes, which Aoi thought; she saw somewhere, not many days ago.

'Ah!' Aoi pointed at him 'You picked my trolley in the plane!'

To her surprise he laughed; Aoi blushed at that-how could have she missed that?

'Absolutely right! I was in the plane, but I had a small job in Goreneu, so the reunion was a bit delayed' he smiled warmly 'Let me introduce myself, I am Omokage Jacob Matsuhashi, Kite's twin... Sure you have met him didn't you?' he said, as Aoi nodded and inside she was almost petrified.

Omokage Jacob Matsuhashi... the Omokage Jacob Matsuhashi... The famous designer of 'BeauMonte'... Whose masterpiece diamond-sequined-gown was auctioned in the last York-shin world auction in 30 million Jennies! Menchi is desperate to get a kimono-bikini dress from his new and sensational 'Summer Coquette' collection... which has gone limited edition in 23 hrs.

Aoi spaced out in the stream of consciousness, having a second thought about the fact that this is not a dream, but a reality. She studied her new brother; the hair was slightly darker than that of Kite's platinum coloured hair, and considerably shorter, about midriff. His nose had a hidden snobbishness and his eyes sharp and sparkling like a clear blue lake. His face was much more human than Kite, whose silvery eyes gave a permanent protuberant look- perhaps they were fraternal twins.

'I remember saying Kite you're quite exceptional' Omokage said in a silky voice, as he gulped from his golden goblet, 'but I did not imagined that you would be such an exquisite piece of artwork' Omokage steadily looked at Aoi's eyes 'my, my, my... You look like a fallen angel'

Aoi couldn't help but to blush, and she caught Feitan's eye, smiling mockingly and Chrollo's sharp Obsidian eyes scolding him silently. Aoi was so embarrassed that she almost knocked her share of gravy on the table, helping it across with her injured hand.

'What happened to your hand Aoi-chan?' Omokage asked, his blue eyes worried and Aoi saw other brothers were gawping at her. Shalnark was almost off the table and leaning on her hand, Kurapika looked shocked, Milluki looked thunderstruck, Kite's brows were frowned into a curly line, Feitan continued with his beef steak, Hisoka's chin was almost touching Aoi's when he peered over her shoulder, Leorio was already over her hand, Gon jumped around behind the brothers to get a glimpse of Aoi, Chrollo looked around all with confusion and finally locked eyes with Illumi.

'She burned herself in the kitchen, while making Momo-chan's onion soup... grabbing the Tofu wok by accident.' Illumi said with a deadpan face and looked at all the brothers so sternly that they all sat down. Omokage looked deeply hurt, and lowered his face 'I requested Caramel-nii to make me a onion soup, but I did not expect-' Omokage looked at Aoi and bowed deeply to her 'I am deeply sorry, to have caused you trouble' Omokage cut up his cheese-smothered toast which sat over the onion soup and beckoned the fork towards her 'here, eat this as a sorry!'

Aoi's eyes widened and she was gone speechless, 'Omokage-san, but this-'.

'Onee-san, I am sorry' Gon said in the verge of tears 'it was my tofu that hurt you' Gon sniffed and wiped his tears, 'here, have this too!' he forked his chilli-tofu and beckoned it towards mouth 'here, have this too'

What happened afterwards were beyond Aoi's belief, every brother cut up something from there plate and offered them to Aoi, even Feitan, although grudgingly. Aoi's eyes filled with tears and she was happy beyond belief, she nibbled from every fork and her tears swelled up even more. Perhaps she had done something very good in the past life, that's why she got such caring brothers, before she could eat Illumi's boiled potato, a sudden slam of the door startled her and she almost knocked the fork.

'Tadaima...' a bored voice called at the door and a teenage boy entered the house.

Aoi felt that she wasn't surprised at all, as she is now, facing the most familiar person of her all time. He is the loner in her class, the same sapphire eyes, the same fluffy white hair, the same defeated expression and the same concealed arrogance- he was the Dream Boy of her school

'Are, Killua-chan,' Gon jumped up off his chair and went to hug him, and they both indulged themselves in innocent laughter, he had quite a silvery laugh, compared to Gon's open-hearted coarse one.

'Killu!' Illumi called out from the table 'You are late for dinner.' His tone was much less warmer than before. Killua looked at him with annoyance as Illumi continued, Aoi recognised this look, this was exactly the same when bimbos badgered him at school; 'What took you so long?' Illumi asked him. Killua swung his bag over his shoulder and raised his face 'none of your business!' Killua snarled. 'Watch your manners Killua! You are distressing our sister.' Kurapika stood up from his chair and turned to Aoi 'sorry for his impudence, he is like that ever since-'

Killua did not stayed there very long and ran away from the place, throwing Aoi a very defeated look, before Aoi could say anything to him, Illumi sat down and gulped his goblet, ignoring Gon's protesting look 'I guess you have met him... Killua Zoldyck Matsuhashi, our vain twelfth brother'

So here you go! The second chapter... And I have decided that every brother should have their own cute nicknames... So far we have discovered...

Illumi: Caramels

Omokage: Momo

Shalnark: Pumpkin

Kurapika: Pikachu

Milluki: Bubbles

Feitan: Dumpling

Gon: Apple

So should I continue? Let me know... and R&R