You always sort of knew you were different. Ever since you arrived to Kong studio in your Fed Ex crate, you noticed you were different from the other members of the house hold.
For example, you're hair seemed to be the longest, reaching the tippy tops of your shoulders, where as, not even 2D's own locks reached the nape of his neck when straightened (you would know, you had tried to straighten them once, resulting in third degree burns) but, no matter. That part didn't bother you in the least bit.
The other thing you noticed where your eyes. Russel and 2D had the roundest eyes you had ever seen in your whole life. Opposite colors, black and white, astonished you beyond belief. Even Murdoc had interesting eyes, the beautiful brown and salmon irises seemed to captivate anyone who looked at them. However, there was nothing interesting about your eyes. They were an almond shape, almost as if you were permanently squinting, and the strangest shade of emerald you had ever seen. They looked like gems more than eyes. But, you liked your eyes and really couldn't complain.
The boys' skin set you all apart as well. 2D was as pale as the snow that fell everywhere besides Kong. He looked like a porcelain doll, his bright blue hair and dark black eyes contrasted beautifully with his skin. Russel was a deep mocha color, something that reminded you of your favorite drink, chocolate milk. His white eyes stood out against it, an oddness you've grown rather jealous of. Murdoc was somewhere in between, a light tan, almost green, to his skin, giving him the illusion of Godliness. No, you would never say he was attractive like a god, but he certainly was a sight to see. His bi colored eyes left a sense of mystery in everyone he met, including yourself.
You on the other hand, you had yellow skin, and an ugly shade at that. It graced you with a sickly appearance, constantly casting everyone's eyes on you. You didn't tan well like Murdoc did, and with hat being said, you would never have the gorgeous complexion your drummer had. However, you would never lose color either, like 2D. You wanted his porcelain skin more than you've ever wanted anything in your whole life (aside from a box of pocky) but, alas, you would never get it. But, it never did bother you much. You didn't mind your skin at all.
The next thing you noticed was, you never smelled at all like the boys. 2D always smelled of butterscotch, a scent hat a candy lover, such as yourself, could get high off of (whatever that means). It was a warm scent really, one that almost seemed to wrap you in a tight hug and keep you safe. How silly though, a scent could never do that, but 2D's arms could when you come to him after nightmares, and with that scent being all over him, it was pretty much the same. If you could spend the rest of your life in that hug, you would kiss your life good bye. The only thing that could ever pull you out of it was Russel. His scent was opposite of the singer's as well. It was more of a cool scent, one that you love to be around, like sitting by an open window on a summer day. It was a refreshing scent of cologne, almost minty, you thought. It sort of reminded you of those ice breaker candies you loved to much, mixed in with an almost alcohol scent, like Listerine. It was like snuggling up to the cool side of your pillow. Now came the awkward mix of the two, Murdoc's scent. It was like 2D and Russel's scent, combined with a some hard liqueur and fresh cigarettes. Not your favorite of the three, but it was familiar to you.
Your own scent drove you up and down the walls. Japanese are stereotypical shown with cherry blossoms and that stereotype followed you around where ever you went. It was not warm, nor cool, and it most certainly wasn't in between. It was not refreshing and it did not remind you of your favorite candies, no, it simply hung around you like a thick velvet curtain It provided you with no feeling of comfort and no open window on a summer day. The scent was sweet and feminine, something you didn't much care for. But, much like your eyes, hair, and skin, you embraced it, not minding it at all.
Shoe size was something you noticed as well. Whether it was 2D's converse, Murdoc's boots, or Russel's sneakers, you knew your teeny tiny little feet would never fit in them. The only shoe your foot fit comfortably in was the teeny tiny slip on flats that came with you in the crate. No, they weren't exotic like boots or fun and exciting like sneakers, they were actually rather plain. The boys didn't seem to mind, but it hung on you greatly. You always wanted a pair of white shoes with an orange rim like you had seen in so many american magazines. You already had a whole eight cents saved up, so one day, you would have wonderful shoes, just like your boys. For now, however, you would just have to settles with basics. Not that you minded that much either.
The last thing was the tipper, though. You simply couldn't get over just how different this was from your boys. You saw theirs every day, showing proudly. Long and straight. Or slightly bent in Murdoc's case. You never understood by you didn't have one like theirs. You had looked, but no matter how hard you tried, you could never get it to look like their own.
You would simply have to embrace the fact that your nose resembled that of a small button on your round face while the boys' beautiful noses fit their face perfectly.
But that was alright, you love who you were and no matter how different you looked from your boys, you still loved them as much as they loved you. And if they could love and accept your differences, you could do the same.
Besides, no one can quite rock the black hair and green eyes quite like you can!