Chapter One

Ishii Hotaru cocked a brow as her sister floated out of the library,her arms crammed with books and her long hair flowing behind her. The more cynical twin couldn't help but think that she had a flair for dramatics before kicking off the wall,following.

"You didn't get detention?"Haruko was keeping her tone light,she was angry,at least she could get that right. Hotaru merely shrugged,not in the mood for another lecture. The girl frowned,slightly ticked that her own twin was hiding something for her.

"C'mon. We have t-"a clap of thunder intruppted her and against her will,Haruko jumped,her blue eyes wide with shock. Hotaru began to laugh before smiling widely at the window. That,Haruko would never understand as she was absolutely petrified of thunderstorms and anything of the sort.

Hotaru loved it. Her eyes seemed to light up in joy when thunder clapped or rain hit the window. She relished the sound the water made as it collided with the sidewalk,the puddles she jumped in,and the feel of the rain. Haruko wouldn't understand it. Yet another difference between the identical twins. Another thing to create drift between them.

They continued their way out of the school,Hotaru staring out of the various windows that passed them and Haruko struggling to keep all the books she had in her hands balanced. Finally,the brick walls opened up to the streets,and silently,they made their way towards the orphanage,freezing whenever thunder clapped. Hotaru hated that damned orphanage,only enjoying two things about it.

Mello and Near,the two geniuses of the place. They understood her and shared her hatred for the accursed place. Haruko was the opposite,bubbling with anger when she saw either of them. Hotaru looked over at her twin,spotting differences as she went – both personality-wise and physical. They looked like exact clones except for their hair. Not wanting it to get in her way,Hotaru had chopped it all off,some falling in her eyes,others down her head,the rest curving upwards. Haruko,on the other hand,had long and silky hair,the envy of many girls. It stretched to the middle of her back and swished around as she walked. Both girls had light blue eyes and were short. Even when they met younger people,they had to tilt their heads back and look them in the eye.

Hotaru hated this too and would grow angry when people mentioned it. What angered her even more though was the fact that Haruko was a couple centimeters taller,much to the chagrin of the younger twin. Her twin was oblivious to it though,like to many other things. She couldn't tell what people were feeling unless they straight out told her and if she tries to help out in situations,she ends up making it worse. Even the most basic hand signs confused her, but she accepted that about her and preferred to stay out problems like that.

This was one of the many reasons why Hotaru was the main speaker of the duo,voicing her opinions without a second thought and not caring if she hurt anyone in the process. Although Haruko had almost as many opinions as Hotaru,she wouldn't voice them,wanting to stay in the background. But she always had a lot to say if Hotaru resorted to violence as a solution to their problems.

Side by side,they looked like carbon copies of each other,except for their hair. Personality wise,they were two different entities,two different people.

They continued silently,until the inevitable happened – Haruko stumbled to the ground,her books flying everywhere. Hotaru rolled her eyes before bending down,gathering six of the books while her sister got the the rest. Out of the corner of her eyes,Hotaru spotted a black notebook laying on the ground,halfway in a puddle. She sighed,walking towards it,believing it to be Haruko's. However, she didn't notice Haruko also walking towards it. When they bent down to pick it up,their fingertips brushed against it at the exact same time. Not a heartbeat apart,not a second apart.

Noticing each other,Hotaru smirked and picked it,her sister staring at it like she was trying to figure out if it was hers or not. She placed it on top of her stack of the books,narrowing her eyes at the cover.

It was in Japanese,and for once,Hotaru was grateful that her mother had forced the twins to learn their father's language. Standing there for a second,deciphering it in her head,she turned towards her sister,an eyebrow quirked.

"Haruko,what are you doing with a Japanese book called Deathnote?"

a/n – AnimeLoverGirl : Well here is the first chappie of Living Lies. We just came up with that! XD It just popped into Strawberry's head. She will explain because I don't wanna talk about it. ;)

Strawberry : The story behind the story xD I came up with it when I was complaining to AnimeLoverGirl about my period(Woah,talking about the female anatomy on Fanfiction. Thats a new one)and saying that if I had a Deathnote,half of my school would be dead from annoying me during that time.

Ha. Funny,isn't it xD Anyway,review. Tell us if its cliché, stupid, or you actually like (lies~) it.

BTW - Sorry that its so short. We thought that would be a good place to end it.