A/N: It's really depressing when noone reviews the story. And I feel this chapter sucks, alot. but I was confused as to how I should go about making it for reasons that are hard to explain. (and btw I broke my finger, the middle one) Aaaaand it's not double spacing. Fuck.

"Lets see. . . this should be the right place right?" A curly haired boy stared up at the expensive-looking complex in front of him. He didn't seem to be astounded by the place like Misaki though, he just stared quizzically up at it. Wondering if this was the right place. Finding his courage, he went up to said complex. It took him a few minutes but he found the door to the Penthouse and knocked on the door. As soon as he did, a very loud bang and the sound of footsteps were heard through the wall along with some yells in Japanese, luckily, the 21 year old knew the language fluently. What can i say? He was bored.
The door soon opened to reveal a boy standing the same height as him, he also had the same hair and eye color. Upon looking at the guest his eyes widened and his mouth opened. The silver headed man behind him a little ways away, stood and mimicked his expression. The only one with curls spoke then, in Japanese, while extending his hand in greeting
"Hello, you probably don't remember me but we have met before. My name is Marcus Ashton, I come from America, I'm also your twin brother."
"C-come in" Misaki whispered as he continued to stare at Marcus. Marcus took off his shoes and sat expectantly on the couch. Both Misaki and Akihiko continued to stare. Marcus turned his head and met Suzuki. He was shocked.
"HOLY FLIPPING SHIT THERE'S A TEDDY BEAR!" This was yelled in English, because his mind didn't have the common sense to say it in Japanese at that moment. which seemed to snap them both out of the shocked bit.
"That's Suzuki" Said Akihiko. Being himself.
"He has 300 more in that room" Misaki sighed exasperatedly whilst pointing at said room. Marcus looked at Suzuki, then at the room, then at Suzuki. suddenly, he burst out laughing and tipped his head back. After he was done, Misaki sat down next to him.
"Um, Ashton-san what you wer-"
"Please, I'm sorry to interrupt, but please just call me Marcus."
"Um, okay, what you said before about being my brother- my twin brother. That's just not possible" Once he finished speaking, the smile that had been on Marcus's face lowered and was replaced with a frown.
"Misaki. . . I remember very clearly all aspects of my childhood. Even if I don't want too. And you were there." Marcus looked him directly in the eyes while saying this, conveying his truthfulness.
"But- but my mom and dad died when I was eight and my Nii-Chan looked after me. . . And no one said anything about me being adopted."
"Did you ask?"This question started a phone call, which turned into a visit.
As Takahiro talked to his little brother, the Curly haired twin sat on the floor playing with their child Mahiro. He absolutely loved the new Uncle he obtained. And soon was sitting in his lap as they built a tower out of blocks. Manami, Takahiro's wife, stared at her son in shock. Mahiro and never trusted people easily but he was sitting closely with a boy he just barely met. And the person in question seemed to talk to the child as an equal. She couldn't help but wonder what the young man could accomplish in terms of a child intelligence. In the short time they were here Marcus had taught the boy to say several words in different languages.
"Nii-chan, please just give me a straight answer" Misaki was pleading to Takahiro, who was refusing to say if Misaki was adopted. Finally, Marcus stood and left Mahiro to play by himself and seated himself next to Misaki.
"Takahiro-san, I apologize, but I think its better if you just show Misaki the parents will, or I will show him all the proof I have from the orphanage we were from. And trust me, I don't." Marcus said this while looking the older man in the eyes, conveying that he needed no proof to be sure that Misaki was his brother. So the usually carefree mans face saddened when he spoke
"Misaki will always be my little brother. . .But, yes, we aren't. . .Blood related." Misaki cried that night, he had every right to be sad. But his brother, his twin. Kindly spoke of the fact that the parents he was adopted too, were still his parents. Just like his foster mother in America was still his Mom. I doesn't matter if they're not Blood. All that matters is if you love them or not.
Hours later, the only people left in the room was Marcus and Akihiko. Misaki had gone to sleep, while Takahiro and his family had gone back home. Marcus was at the moment discussing why he let Misaki be adopted away from him.
"The neighbor hood we were at, wasn't the best place. So when someone said they wanted one of us, and really I didn't care if he was in a different city or a different country, as long as he was safe. So of course I had Misaki go instead of me." Marcus had explained his reasoning for his choice to the purple-eyed man. Who was still shocked to see this person was really related to his Misaki. After all, the young man he saw before him was by all means a genius.
"By the way, I just remembered I saw this guy with brown hair and glasses. I think he mistook me for Misaki or something, said his name was Haruhiko. He was being a creeper so I kinda kicked him in the nuts and ran." Marcus said smiling. Akihiko then burst out laughing before saying the new relative of Misaki's could stay as long as he wanted, as long as he did that whenever he saw that person. Which of course, Marcus agreed.