Thank you to the guest who reviewed and gave me information on the Hitachiins' dad. Much appreciated. Thanks to TheGabification for following and to lillyannp for her much appreciated continued support.

This chapter is rushed, unbeta'd, unedited, rough, short, and I'm sorry. But it's plenty random and stupid too, so don't worry. XD

Enjoy!

I sit at a dressing table, staring myself down in the mirror. Something is wrong and I can't place it. My face is clean, thanks to the shower I just took, and it looks the exact same. Slender jaw and nose, high cheekbones, wide mismatched eyes, shining silver curls in their same place down my shoulders. So why does my face look so strange?

And then it hits me.

This is Kagami's face.

I almost screech when I realize it. Will I see Kagami every time I look in the mirror? Will I never be able to live in peace? Is this what hating your twin is like; to essentially hate yourself? So I almost fall out of my chair to get to my bag, and dig out my Swiss army knife, return to the desk, and pick it up eagerly. I ese out a sharp blade, and drag it across the smooth expanse of my cheek, biting my lip against the pain. A tiny waterfall of crimson spills over my skin, and I sigh, lowering my eyes in relief. I raise them back to inspect my new cut, sighing out loud.

Maybe this is wrong.

I grab a strand of my hair and open the tiny scissors, cutting the long strand to the length of Kagami's crew cut. The silvery strands come off in my hand and when I open my palm to see, they slide to the floor like snow. I find it... strangely fascinating.

This in mind, I saw off the rest of my curls until most of my hair is sitting in a semicircle on the floor around me. I inspect the new cut. It is the same pixie style as Kagami's, the bangs swept gracefully over to one side, the strands of hair hovering in short spikes over the nape of my neck. It doesn't look professional, rather mismatched and ragged. I sigh again. It's Kagami, but it's also me.

A knock comes at the door.

"Yeah?" I call.

"Mizuki?" Kaoru's voice comes.

"Yeah, come in," I invite. The door creaks open, and Kaoru is revealed. He takes a look at me, his hazel eyes darting to the mess on the floor and then to the knife still in my hand, and his eyes soften, meeting mine in the mirror.

"You cut your hair," he states.

"No, really?" I gasp sarcastically. I prop my chin on my hand, regarding him solely through the mirror as he closes the door and sits casually on the bed. Smiling, I ask, "Do you like it?"

"It looked better long," he says honestly. "But I like it better now."

"So where's Hikaru?" I ask, kneeling over the back of my chair to meet his eyes.

"Shower," Kaoru answers. Smirking, he adds, "You have me all to yourself."

"Too bad," I joke. "I may go join him." We both let out amused laughs, but I sober quickly, my eyes darting to the floor and sticking there, I ask, "Hey, Kaoru?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"When you look in the mirror, do you ever see only Hikaru, and not yourself?"

"Well, no, not really," Kaoru answers, leaning back on his hands. "Hikaru is my brother, my twin, and we've always been close, but I know that we're separate people. Why, is something bothering you?"

"A little bit," I admit. "I have Kagami's face, and it's annoying because I kind of hate her a lot."

"I don't think you have Kagami's face," Kaoru says, sitting up and smiling at me. "You two are as different as me and Hikaru; you remind me a lot of him, actually. You're immature while Kagami is calmer. It's your fault, really, that you hate her, and I think you should apologize."

"Maybe," I plop my head down in my arms, leaning forward on the back of the chair. Sighing, I dig my phone from my pocket, flip it open, and scroll to Kagami's number. I tense as it rings once, twice, three times, four, and then dissolves into a voice.

"Hello, this is Aihana Kagami-"

"Kagami, look, I-"

"I'm not available to talk now, but leave a message and I'll respond!" There's a beep, and I sigh into the speaker.

"Kagami, it's me, Mizuki. I just wanted to apologize. I was a jerk, and I'm sorry I missed Oboro's funeral. I... I hope Takumi made it okay... and- yeah. Sorry. Call me back when you can. Bye."

I press the hang up button and roll the flip phone carefully in my hand. I can feel Kaoru's eyes on me, but I don't meet his gaze. I bite my lip nervously and scroll to an app on my phone, pretending to be looking at something when in reality I'm staring at the news headlines scroll across the bottom of the screen, watching a reporter mouth his piece silently.

"See, what did I say?" Kaoru finally speaks up. "She'll forgive you, don't worry."

"Yeah, thanks for the advice," I say distantly, still pretending to be captivated with the pictures on my phone. With a distressed sigh, I hastily slam it closed and drop it lazily on to the desk. I turn to Kaoru and say, strained, "Sorry, Kaoru, but I'm going to go take a walk now, okay? I'll see you later."

Without waiting fro his answer, I kick back the chair and, forcing myself to move casually, leave the room and find the front door. I open it, the shivering at the sudden crisp air brushing the newly exposed skin on my neck, and wander down the drive and out of the gate. My hands are shoved harshly into my pockets, almost ripping the stitching, and I blink in the coloring leaves, blurred with tears.

I try not to think about it, but that news headline is scrolling through my brain like a movie clip on repeat. "Small plane crashes in a field near the Karuizawa airport - No confirmed survivors. Victims' names to be released after families are notified."

I stop in my tracks and cross my arms stubbornly, scraping my boots against the concrete. No way am I going to her funeral either.

Wow. I love killing off Mizuki's family. Like, really, really, REALLY love it. Because Mizuki's a b!tch and hates dealing with sadness, she keeps it bottled up... I expect an explosion REAAAAAL soon!