Gin POV I sat in the sleek limo, my heart thumping loudly. I couldn't believe what just happened. As I stared outside my window, I dreamed of a life with Kaoru where everything was perfect. We were in love, Hikaru approved, and life at home was perfect. It was the exact opposite. A few minutes later, I exited the car, my head held high. I took a deep breath, braced myself, and entered the house. As usual, my uncle stood there, arms crossed. He narrowed his eyes and looked me over. After a few minutes of this, he let me pass. I quickly ran up to my room and changed into a plain black dress with a white apron.
A few hours later, I walked back into my room. I was tired, but I still had to wash my uniforms and finish an essay. No one knew of my current living conditions, save the teachers. That's why I always got anecdotal extra day for assignments. As I gathered my dirty laundry, I heard a loud scream. In seconds flat, I was running down the stairs. "Nononono, please tell me its a lie!" I was almost at the bottom when I tripped. I tumbled down the remaking stairs and lay there. I peered up and saw a grinning man wearing a suit. He held a huge bottle of vodka and had bloodshot eyes. He grabbed my long hair and pulled me up.
"Well, aren't you gonna say hi to your old man!?"
Normal POV "Hmm? Kaoru, are you alright?" Haruhi peered at the lone twin, confusion evident. "Do you miss Hikaru?"
Kaoru looked at Haruhi, as if he had barley noticed the flat chested girl (I can make cracks at her too, I feel her pain!). "Hmm? Oh... yeah. But he'll be back tomorrow..." Kaoru put his head back down, his mind on the missing Gin.
After School Tamaki walked slowly through the museum, admiring the art. Each piece was so beautiful, it didn't know it was. He always liked to look at art, it helped him think. And right now, things weren't adding up. Why did Kaoru love Gin so much? And why did Gin love that mischievous twin? Actually, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Gin today. Maybe she was sick as well.
Tamaki looked around. He noticed that he had wandered out of the museum. He walked on, still pondering his questions when suddenly, a figure crashed into him. He shook his head. He heard crying and sniffles. "I'm sorry, are you-," he stopped and stared. In front of him was Gin, but she looked different. Her black hair was cut short, almost like Haruhi's, and her eyes red and swollen. But that wasn't even the worst part. He face, arms, and legs were bruised all colors, and she now had a large cut on her cheek. She didn't even noticed who she had ran into, she just cried. Tamaki stood up. Without even thinking, he stood up and picked up Gin. He held her close and ran to the nearest house. He sure hoped Mori and Honey wouldn't mind...