A/N: Hey guys! I want to thank Starwhisker Spirtclaw, .is.., mbinns, caseymm12, Athenafreak, and darkness34 for favoriting and alerting my story! And thank you darkness34 for reviewing! I love to hear whet you guys think! I'm sad to say that it gets darker in this chapter, as you can already tell, Kiku has problems already, eating less, hating more. Well...the hating just starts on her self in this chapter.
Title: One Half Of A Whole
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OCs...
Summary: Kikuko and Kumiko were the closet you could get, twins. The had the clone act going on until they were fifteen and there parents separated them to try and get them to live on there own. It ended up in Kumiko being murdered. Stubborn, broken and risking everything, shes sent to Ouran High School Academy. She has to deal with the host club, over bearing parents who want her to continue her music career on her own, and the steps to uncovering her sisters murder she has to figure out exactly what she's risking.
Three: Lost In Memories
After I had gotten home my parents made me practice piano for an hour then singing for another and then homework. As I had promised my stomach earlier I did eat some food at dinner but not much. I had lost all taste for eating when she was murdered. We'd eat all the time, anything we could find together. It was too painful to think of her.
After wards I headed up to my vast bedroom, I had a whole wing of the house to myself, no one to hear me screaming when I wake up from the nightmares of finding out the news. I lock myself in and turn my music on. Its on the last song that she and I recorded together. We were fluent in English(and several other languages) and we loved American artists. It was Chritina Perri. A thousand years.
Heartbeats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I sang along to my own voice, and listening to her own. She was beautiful, the alto of the two of us, I was the soprano. We looked identical but we sounded so different.
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
I knew I would be crying by the end of this. It was inevitable. I died everyday waiting for her to come back. She came back to me dead. I will always love her, for a thousand years.
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
It all stopped when they told me. That the beauty she was, was gone. I couldn't be brave, and death took it away from me. What was I supposed to do without her? Nothing, that's what.
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
I want to find her. I need to find her still. I've been so sad sometimes I've wanted to meet her now. I will love her for a thousand more.
One step closer
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
I make my way over to the picture of the two of us. I pick it up, I'm crying now. The song is reaching the final chorus. I suddenly get mad. I throw the picture at the wall the glass shattering. I regret it a moment later and quickly fall to my knees brushing the glass aside, the pictures okay.
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
I look at the glass as the song is ending. There's one piece that's rather sharp and I pick it up and look at the point. I look at my bare arm and back to the glass. I drop the picture and with shaking hands I press the glass to my upper arm. Adrenaline is racing through me, I'm excited for some sick reason. I can feel the skin wanting to break.
I press hard and pull across my pale skin. Blood started bubbling out right away. It hurt, it hurt like hell. But it felt amazing. It felt like control. I had to go to ouran. I had to sing on my own again. My parents controlled that. But I controlled this. I did it once, two more times under the first one. A tiny trickle of blood flowed down my arm. I stared at it, feeling okay for the first time in months.
Eventually I went to the bathroom and washed it off and covered it in gauze. I pulled on a long sleeve sleep shirt and shorts and went to bed, my arm throbbing with my new secret.
I was dressed similarly to yesterday but I had on black tights with slits up the sides on instead. My arm was gently throbbing where it had bled last night. And I felt so good then. But the guilt was crazy now.
I couldn't believe that I was stupid enough to do that.
Never had I ever thought I'd be a cutter.
Sure I had a very punk emo style, but I wasn't and emo-cutter.
This just couldn't be right.
But I climbed out of the car and headed for class, not happy about having to see the twins and Haruhi.
I had been in the door way for two seconds before the twins surrounded me. And thoroughly freaked me out. My hand went reflexively to my left arm but I quickly turned it into a fake scratch.
"Can I help you?", I asked as I walked to sit down.
"We want you to sing." They said together.
"No."
"Please. We need a girl! You could even be a hostess!".
Now I really looked at them like they're crazy. "You're fucking crazy. What even makes you think that I want to be a part of that!" I said irritably as I sat down
"We need music, live music".
"The boss has wanted to hire a musician for ages now!".
"And then—Boom! In you waltz, you're already pretty well known, you're demo teaser for your album has gotten everyone riled up!".
"Which is why you should sing for us!".
"Well pay you of course."
I opened my mouth to answer but the teacher walked in and the class quieted. I was safe until lunch.
I sat in my seat for the next four hours, stewing, trying to figure out how to get of the class room and away from the twins. It would be a long stretch, but I think I could make it to the door before them. I looked at the clock. Thirty seconds till lunch. I started counting.
"Make sure you do pages forty and forty two for homework." The teacher said.
Kids grumbled under their breath. Twenty.
"And you might want to read ahead for tomorrows chapter, it would be helpful."
Ten.
I look at the door. My stuffs all put away and I'm ready to bolt, jumping over desks if necessary.
Five.
I can hear the twins whispering behind me. Haruhi says something in a displeased tone.
Three.
My legs tense, I'm ready to use my neighbors desk as a vaulting table.
Zero.
The bell rings and I'm up, jumping over the desk, startling him. I'm at the door when Hands clamp on my upper arms hard.
I hiss as, Kaoru?, hand irritates the cuts but I quickly turn it into a cough. They can't know.
"And where are you going Miss Tights?", The ask together.
I look at them reproachfully. "Away from you."
"Thats not very nice," Hikaru pouted.
"You have to see the boss!", Kaoru declares.
They take off down the hallway, me yelling at them and kicking the whole way.
A/N: Sooo, yeah. Sad day and a cliffy! I'm MEAN! But, review?