Chapter 2
It's hard being a twin. You get mistaken for each other, called the wrong name, given the wrong gifts, expected to do the wrong chores, anything really. It's even harder to be a twin when your double happens to be a girl. It goes from awkward to down right insulting when someone runs up to you, exclaiming: "Kaiko, Kaiko! Lookie here!" You have to gesture to your flat chest and say, rudely, "Do I look like a chick?!"
I'm bringing this up because, as I walked into the Ringu, a thought hit me. Here, no one knows who Kaiko is or even that I have a twin. I can finally be my own person, stepping away from the goody-goody two shoes persona my sister set up for us both.
I watch as my dorm start to wander off, conversing with people they clearly know. I decided to take this golden oppurtunity to slip behind the wall and have a ciggy.
When I was out of sight of all authority, I pulled out the pack of Merits from my jeans pocket, a lighter from my jacket and lit it. I brought it to my lips and took a good, long draw. It was like being transported to a world where silent girls, squeaky voice annoying girls and roomates who look like girls didn't exist.
"Hey, lookie, lookie. New meat, eh? What you doin' 'round this part of town?"
A loud voice interupted my peace. I let out a long sigh and turned around. Six people; three guys, two girls; stood in front of me, smirking until they caught sight of the cigarette, glare and three earpiercings. What can I say, you gotta look the part.
One was a boy with light pink hair and a black beanie pulled over it. He was wearing a shaggy looking shirt and hit tie was tied loosely around his neck. A pair of ripped (I use this word lightly. The correct term would be tattered) jeans showed that he thought he was boss.
The next was a boy with brown hair and red streaks put through it. He was wearing a choke chain, ripped black t-shirt, red leather jacket, biker boots and pants.
The last boy had long silver hair tied up in a filmsy ponytail and piecing red eyes. He was either really stoned or really pale, take your pick. He was wearing a gray shirt, a piece of cloth (I can't even bring myself to call it a tie) around his neck and a pair of pants that I suspect were stolen one of his father's business suits.
The three girls, now they were something to look at. One had long blonde hair that fell way past her waist and aqua blue eyes. Her clothes... They're kinda hard to describe, mostly cause I'm still not sure if they even were clothes or pieces of cloth she sewed on to her body.
The next also had long blonde hair but she tied it up in a ponytail on one side of her head. She had light yellow eyes, like a lioness's. She was wearing a shirt where the sleeves had been ripped off and its buttons low so it showed a lot of cleavage. She was also wearing a really short skirt. Unlike Miku, she wasn't wearing tights underneath.
The last girl had long silver hair tied up in a high pony. She was wearing a shirt where the sleeves and the end had been ripped off so it showed off her pale skin and flat stomach. Her trousers reached down to her ankles, mostly because she had pulled them down quite low.
The girl with her hair down walked over and walked around in a circle, inspecting me. Why is it that every single rebel group always gets the hot girl to circle around their new find. I guess it's to see how they react. I've been through this process two or three times, so I remained still. The only movement I made was bringing the cigarette back up to my mouth every now and again.
Finally, when she was done, she walked back to the guy in the beanie and whispered in his ear. A small grin spread across his face and he walked up to me. He held out his hand and offered my a kind of evil looking smile.
"You're lucky kid. We're gonna let you hang with us."
"Ooh, lucky me," I said, sarcastically. The dude with the choke chain snorted and I smirked. Guess I said the right thing.
Beanie laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. "I like you, kid! I think we'll get on grand!"
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "My name's not 'kid'. I'm probably older than you anyway."
"So what is your name?"
"Kaito."
Beanie nodded and then introduced everyone to me. "That's Rook, Dell, Lily, Neru, Haku and I'm Yuma." The process was much easier than having to go up to everyone and shake their hands.
Yuma sat down on the ground and leant against the wall. The rest of them sat in a circle around him, so I did to. Yuma sighed and turned to me.
"You got a fag, Kaito? Thought I saw you one..."
I threw out the pack of Merits and lighter into the middle of the circle. Everyone grabbed one and passed the lighter around. I got it back and popped it back into my pocket, taking another breath from my cigarette.
"So, why you here?" asked Rook, the same question Gakupo asked me earlier. But, I decided I'd tell this lot the exaggerated version.
"I set my old school on fire. Whole place went up in smokes."
Lily, who was sitting beside me, let out a long whistle. "A budding arsonist, huh? Hot," she said, shuffling that bit closer to me.
Neru rolled her eyes at her behaviour. "You're such a slut, Lily." In all honesty though, Neru couldn't say much with her ridiculously short skirt and low cut skirt.
Lily stuck out her tongue, shuffling even closer to me. "Oh come on, Ner. The only people here in a steady relationship are Dell and Haku," she said, jerking her eyes in the direction of the two silvers. Haku was sitting on Dell's lap, taking breaths from his ciggy, even though she had her own in her own hand.
After awhile, Rook and Yuma started talking to each other about a party they had attended last weekend and Neru started texting on her phone. Lily was running her hand up and down my leg but I ignored her; I knew she was trying to get a reaction. Wasn't like it was the first time someone tried to flirt with me.
Eventually, she got fed up of my leg and decided my arm would be a better approach. I felt her run her hand back and forth over my bicep.
"Wow, you work out Kaito?" she said, looking at me with half-lidded eyes.
I shrugged. "Little. Helps when you're trying to escape from a burning school."
She nodded and managed to slide herself up onto my lap. Her arms snaked around my neck as she examined my face. Once again, wasn't the first time someone did this to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Wanna tell me about your arsonist attack?" she whispered.
I shrugged again. "Sure, why not?"