Hey so I'm finally updating! Yay! Thanks for those who were patient enough to wait while I was on my week-long trip.

Zach: It's about time! What do you think you were doing!? Leaving me stuck here in the story with Theo?! HE TRIED TO KILL MEH!

Theo: No I didn't, I was simply getting a bug that was on your face while you were sleeping

Coal: With a chainsaw naturally *rolls eyes* honestly I'm not sure what to do with you both

Theo: Hey isn't there a reason that The Insane One put us here?

Me: *sweatdrop* You're here to say the disclaimer . . .

Zach: I've got it! We're here for the disclaimer!

Theo: *hits him in the head with a brick* YOU IDIOT!

Coal: *sigh* The Insane One or PonyGrim doesn't own Ouran Highschool Host Club or any music that might be featured in the story. She only owns the Shinpitekina "family" and friends. *pries Theo off Zach*

Zach: You know that sounds SO wrong owning people . . .

Theo: *sweatdrop* How are we related again?

Coal's POV:

He opened his eyes to the blinding light filling the old cell revealing the water dripping down in the corner and the mildew and mold growing on the walls. Sharp smart footsteps approached and the bittersweet scent of roses grew stronger with each passing step. But he didn't bother to look up to the visitor, he already knew who it was. His silvery white hair was dirtied to a cruel sooty grey and the moist host air made the tattered clothes stick to my beaten and dirt coated body. The rusted iron chains that bound his ankles and wrists cut into his flesh and made his limbs scream for mercy. He didn't cry out as he was dragged forward and forced as far as the chains would permit as they bit into his skin letting the red liquid accompany the dripping sound of the water. A rough voice barked a command at him but he paid it no notice, swiftly there was a sharp slap following it. Another voice spoke to the rougher one, it was colder and educated, chiding the rougher one even though it was easily younger. The younger voice kept on speaking as the owner forced his eyes up to meet a pair of deep hard violet eyes. They burned as the voice spoke softly to him, almost in a caring matter.

He opened his eyes with a small gasp. Coal laid there on a mat he had set up to serve as a bed earlier when he moved into the room. The sickening scent of roses still lingered as I breathed heavily. "Just a dream . . . it was just a dream" he reassured himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It was slick with sweat from the dream. Coal sighed and finally raised his eyes to a worried knock at my door. Quickly he regained a false cloak and calmed his breathing before opening my bedroom door. It was Theo, of course, he was the one who shared a wall with him after all.

He looked disheveled, his form loose and sloppy, his breathing wild and quick, his face unmasked and showed his emotions of pain and worry as his eyes revealed anger and strength. "Coal are you al-"

"Theo your form, you're out of place," Coal interrupted, "I thought you were trained better, or perhaps it was the fault of the student."

Theo paused then dipped his head, "You're right, I'm out of line and foolish. Memories will do that though and I find that my will isn't as strong as we thought it was." He gave me a short nod then returned to his room. I listened to the footsteps, smart and clear, but softer and trained as well. There was a pause before Theo entered his own bedroom, he waited for any last exchange of words. There were none and Coal allowed myself a morning for peace after showering, knowing that Theo was waiting for me. He chewed on another pocky stick for a while thinking to himself.

"As I was waiting for another."

Theo's POV:

I returned to my room after confronting Coal on his nightmares again, I waited for the return of his heavy breathing but was only greeting by a the sound of running water. I sighed, we had all been experiencing the nightmares every now and then but Coal had always had them the most by far, and both Zach and I could tell they were always much worse than our own. "Then again," I thought to myself, "Zach is really the one to blame for that." I listened to the sound of running water and quickly picked out the calming breathes of the Zach as he slept on peacefully. "Of course he wouldn't wake up." I thought bitterly.

The run of water stop and for a moment there was just me and the damn sound of Zach sleeping. I finally got up and walked to the wall I shared with him. On the wall rested an array of specialized darts from different styles and sizes pinned on a wavy blue silk. On either sides were two mirror banners both constructed from blue fabrics with the words sharp and awareness in silver on a banner. I looked about the room, I had designed it to mock the calmness and beauty of water, as well as the dangerous tone hiding in the liquid. Pieces of broken glass and mirrors hung suspended from the ceiling giving off the appearance of it floating, designed in such a way as a spider's web. Only careful maneuver and knowledge would allow one to slip into the room without stirring the pieces and tangling the strings. So it served the purpose it was created for, a simple trap in the form of "modern art".

Suddenly Zach's breathing quickened and I knew he was awake. Out of all of us he was always the one who seemed to annoy me the most. Even the youngest of our "family" didn't strike the cords he did. Not only that it was the things he did all those years ago, wither it was when they were 7 or when they were 13. Zach was the only who dared do what he did and somebody would make sure he paid.

"I would promise it."

Zach's POV:

I woke suddenly from my own nightmare. I knew the others would have their owns the same nights as mine, only theirs were worse, as were their punishments and tortures the years before. I heard the calmed breathing of Coal and the annoyed thoughts from Theo. Ever since then I've been able to sense those thoughts from Theo, when he was thinking about me. Coal was unreadable, but Theo was a book ready and open. Another charming ability given to me from my early years some could say. I touched my hair, it was damp with sweat from the dream, nothing like Theo's or Coal's when they woke up. I forced myself up out of the room and to the shared bathroom. After taking a quick shower I headed for the mirror.

There was no need really, cold dark grey eyes stared back at me as I gazed in the mirror. They were Coal's eyes, Theo's eyes, my eyes. Just as our eyes were the same our hair was as well, a silvery white colour that shone like molten silver if brushed to an extent, the only different being the coloured streaks that shared the same places. Each streak we were born with, though some would say "blessed" we triplets preferred "cursed". The streaks not only discribing the personalities but also the powers. My own being green (evergreen green of course), while Coal donned the colour red (A wonderfully horrid blood red), while Theo sported blue (navy blue naturally). "Wonderful isn't it? Green, red, blue, my those colours do seem to repeat themselves in our 'family'" I thought to myself. I took out a white sugar cube and sucked on it for a while before grinding the rest of it against my teeth.

There was an open and close of doors, Theo's I suspected. There was the boiling of water, the clink of the spoon against a mug, the returning steps as the feet follow the trail back to the room. The wave of Theo's despise strengthened for a moment then died down as he regained control of his feelings. There was nothing more, eldest of the three of them yet kicked down to the bottom of command because of something that happened only a few years ago. It was bittersweet, watching as Coal gained control and the weight shift to his shoulders, and seeing his power taken away. There was no respect in his team so how could he be trusted to pilot it?It was as simple as that, no official council from the rest of the "family" was needed and he was demoted. But he would rise again, from the ashes of the hatred and he would once again regain his power.

"And nobody will be left, to stop me."

Third Person's POV:

The sun was setting when all three of the triplets stepped out of their rooms. They didn't exchange any information on their day and silently started an evening routine. Zach set the table as Theo cleaned the silverware and Coal cooked the meal. The stretch of silence continued as they set down shallow dishes of fish stew, cooked with onions, kale, carrots, and potatoes, set in a savory tomato base. There was no compliments to Coal for his cooking or any to Theo for the well polished silver that put diamonds the shame. Finally as the end of the meal neared a conversation started.

Zach leaned back on his chair after eating the rest of the stew from his plate. "So . . . anything we need to go over?"

Theo scowled at him, "Why is it that whenever you're nervous you have to start acting this way?" He bit down hard on his peppermint stick letting out a loud crack.

"What way? You said that I'm practically as annoying when I'm nervous as when I'm calm," Zach shot back, momentarily unafraid of his younger brother.

"You are. What I mean is that you start acting like you're not afraid of anything and don't have a care in the world, you start laughing and joking around like you're actually free," Theo spat, "But we all know the truth, and whatever we do we can't escape it."

"If that was true then we would actually say a prayer before our meals and go to service on Sundays," Coal cut in, "But we don't, and until then it's not true."

Zach waved him off, "Why are you two both so serious all the time?"

"Funny you're the one saying this when you're the eldest out of all of us here," Theo jabbed, "Then again, somebody in the team actually has to take the task that you're unwilling to accept."

"Now now. We have to get into character if we're ever going to be able to stay here long enough to find the one we're looking for. The mission is to simply get locate the magical being in Ouran and promise them a spot in our ranks, nothing more." Coal lifted his head up to his siblings, "So naturally we'll act as normal as we know. We're going there on an Arts scholarship, doesn't mater what kind we'll be able to pass as any. Though I suggest we keep our music turned down low, we wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention unless necessary." He stood up and went to the window, "I'll leave yourselves to decide your own appropriate characters. Good night, we have school tomorrow so you should turn in soon." Without another word he left his elder and younger brothers to clean up.

Zach looked up to Theo smiling, "Well you heard him, best we clean up soon so we can get to bed!" he chirped happily. Theo shot him a look of distain before rising and collecting the silverware and plates while Zach took the glasses and table. Before long they were finished and the apartment looked as it did before they stepped out of their rooms. Theo left as quickly as he could leaving Zach to turn off the lights. He sighed, there were no good-nights and sleep dreams.

Not anymore.

OKAY! Sooooooooooooooooo? I hope you guys enjoyed the writing, it's a bit differently styled from the first chapter (but then again I wrote that at 2 in the morning when I only had 7 hours of sleep for the entire week [don't ask, all of PonyGrim has sleeping problems]) R&R please I really love my reviews!

~The Insane One

P.S.

Umm . . . just a little background knowledge. I'm thinking that the Shinpitekina Triplets might have some personality disorder or something, they drastically change character so I'll need to find a way to go about it . .. if you have any ideas PM me (please address it to The Insane One) or comment it in the reviews!