125"After the incident with the maid we let no one into our world." Said a deep voice. It was male, and another male with a higher voice spoke next.
"Except one. She was the only person who was ever able to tell us apart. We knew her well. She was the only person we were ever nice too."
The deeper voice continued, and in the darkness you could make out golden brown eyes. "Then she disappeared. She didn't even leave a goodbye note. It hurt, I'll admit it. It hurt a lot."
"Felt like someone ripped a piece of us away." The higher voice stated in a sad tone. "The only other person in our world left us."
"We became cold."
"Colder than ever." They said it such perfect unison, their voices blending together in harmony.
"I'll admit it," The higher voice began. ", I think I liked her. The funny thing was, she said she had a twin like us. We never met her, she said they had to go to different schools due to financial differences."
"That's what she said when she first met us. Then once we really knew her, it turned out that she was kidnapped and they were separated."
"Her name..." The high one trailed off, before stating in a confident-yet longing tone. "Her name was Isami Fujioka. But we called her Ishi. Her name meant "Strong Heart" and "Wisteria Hill."
"She was kinda sensitive and touchy, but can be rather sympathetic." The voice was amused as he went on and on. The other picked up pace,
"But she was compassionate and whenever she started something, she usually tries to finish it. She was also rather affectionate, giving us hugs after school and saying "I love you both" before waving and laughing and walking away to head home. She comforted us when we needed it," The other voice cut him off and continued,
", and despite us glaring and tell her to leave us alone, she hugged us. She'd always say, "It's alright, guys. We have each other and that's all we need, right?" She was adorable."
"She always appreciated it when we helped her with her homework or gave her a flower to just joke around, we'd always say "It looks just like you, my sweet" and she'd burst out laughing with that ridiculous grin on her face and state, "Your so sweet. Too bad I'm allergic to Hyacinths." The voice was deeply amused, but it was filled with hidden sorrow and longing. "She wasn't really, but she always did play along to humor us. She always managed to understand..."
"She always understood. She understood us when no body else could. She really understood us." The deeper voice cracked. "And she left. She left us..."
"Hey! It wasn't her fault, Hikaru!" The higher voice one snapped and you could make out a pair of angry golden brown orbs. "She was taken from us, she didn't leave us!"
"I know that, Kaoru, I know!" The deeper voice snapped right back, identical orbs narrowed in the same fashion. "I know she was-I just-I just thought she was more responsible than this! I-I didn't think she'd get herself kidnapped! I just...I just want her back." The lights shone slightly and you could make out two boys, about fifteen, with nicely-tones skin and ginger hair. One was sitting on the bed, with their head between their knees. The other was in front of the one boy, sitting on one knee and the other on the boy's shoulder. He slowly and calmly pulled the ginger into a hug.
"I know, Hikaru. I know...I miss her too. I really do." He whispered quietly and selfishly he thought,
Probably even more than you. He felt guilty at his thoughts but didn't say a word about it. He just continued to whisper, "She's not gone forever, you can feel it can't you? She's alive...We'll-We'll see her again." It was his own voice that cracked and he closed his eyes, silent tears streaking down his face along with his twin's.
"I just want to see her again..."
Kaoru was silent for a moment. An image of warm milk chocolate eyes filled his vision, along with a goofy grin and a funny laugh. "...I do too, Hikaru. I want to-I just want to see her smile and hear her laugh again..." I want to know that she's okay, wherever she is. And happy.
A girl, I believe, about sixteen years old was walking down a hallway. She stood at 5'1 with pale skin and light brown eyes. Her eyes were childishly wide and she had sharp lips, her hair stopping at about mid-back. It was dark brown and tied up in a low ponytail, a black cap up on her head. Her bangs were scattered across her forehead and proceeded to fall back into her eyes. She let out an annoyed huff and reached up a small hand, long nimble fingers brushing the bangs out of her face. She placed her hand back down to her side and her nails dug into her palm nervously. Her large eyes darting around the hallway repeatedly.
Her clothes were baggy and tattered. It was a mixture of orange, purple, and green, due to all the different fabrics sewn on to keep it from falling apart and seams from stitches were sticking out here and there. Her jeans were black and baggy, with blue patches that had yellow marking on them sewn across the knees and lower legs. She held a small red book in her hand that read, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Battle of the Labyrinth. The girl was merely looking for a quiet place to read her book.
She was a fan of the series. To be frank, the concept of demi-gods and monsters fascinated her. She loved the idea of Greek gods and goddesses, their demi-god children fighting against monsters to protect themselves and save their camp. It was simply amazing. She was quite into writing and art, herself.
You could hear the small clip-clap of the girls boots as she walked down the hallway. The floor was marble- as it was a rich school.
She went to Ouran Academy. She was a student. A Scholar-ship student. She was poor, if you couldn't already tell by the clothing, and couldn't afford a uniform- not that she would want to wear something so yellow and poofy. She just stuck with her regular clothes that she had to patch up every so often.
She stopped in front of a pair of doors, big wooden doors- I tell you, and glanced up, reading the Kanji quietly.
Music room 3. Weird...didn't think this place had a music room. It was true. Of all things, a music room wasn't one of them. Though she was quiet a music fan- she played an Ocarina. Her favorite song to play is Bad Apple by Christina Vee. Just then, a feeling inside her grew and she instantly knew that what was behind these doors would change her life forever. It was a ridiculous thought, really, but it was true. She was an intuitive person, she believed what her gut told her. But she knew, in one way or another, what was behind these doors, whether good or bad, would change her life forever. And it was a choice she was going to make. She hesitantly placed her hands against the door, the wood feeling smooth underneath her skin, and smiled light.
"It's just a piano, Ishi, I don't see what's so great about it." The girl tensed as the deep voice spoke inside her mind, prodding at her head to remember everything she had forgotten. Ever since her Uncle Ben took her away two years ago, she's forgotten pretty much everything about her life outside of home. Which wasn't much of a life worth living for, to be honest. She'd have these dreams about two boys, twins she was guessing, with golden brown eyes and tan skin. Every time she got a close up of their face, she would only be able to make out their eyes, the rest of their faces blurry. It was the same for when they were far away. She'd see a fifteen or younger version of her with a pair of two boys. They were always blurry- she never could figure out their hair color or anything of the sort. It bugged her really, but she learned to put up with it. There were always two voices though...and they always sounded the same-yet different. One was deeper than the other, but the one with the higher voice was the one that spoke most often in her mind. She quite liked the voices. They reminded her something...somebody- or than, some people. Another voice rang out, the deeper one speaking to the higher one,
"Aw, be nice K-ru, she poor, remember? A commoner? She's probably never seen one in her life!" The voice was rude and rather mean, and in her mind she remembered seeing a heated glare towards her direction. It was one of her forgotten memories most likely. She quickly shook her head, trying to rid her mind of these thoughts, and pressed her weight against the huge doors, opening them and getting a mouthful of petals.
She coughed harshly, trying to dislodge a petal from her throat, her bangs falling into her face again.
"Welcome!" Multiple male voice exclaimed as the girl continued to hack up the rose petals.
"Huh-oh, another boy?" A voice was curious, and deep. But not too deep.
"Well, we are rather attractive." Another voice, higher than the voice stated, clearly boosting his own ego. "Hey...is he okay?"
A deeper, more responsible sounding voice spoke in a slightly disgusted, but heavily amused tone. "Well that's attractive." The girl finished hacking up petals and breathed heavily, shoulders and chest heaving up and down. She coughed harshly once more, clearing her throat and wincing. She said in a voice that was deeper than most girls, but still managing to sound slightly high,
"Ow...that hurt...Are you guys-Are you guys trying to choke me to death!?" She was deeply annoyed now. "What the hell was that about, spouting petals into my face!" Her nails dug into her fists angrily. "You'll end up killing someone! And then the blast of perfume!? Not cool!" The tallest person, a blonde with Amethyst eyes and a fair complexion- looks french too me- walked up to the girl gracefully saying,
"Why apologies, my sweet young prince, we'll be sure to be more careful." He leaned down to her height and gently grabbed her chin and leaning in close, "We wouldn't want to let a pretty face like your get ruined, not would we?" The girl's, "Don't touch me!" senses were tingling and she jerked her head away, her pale face sporting a dark pink.
"I'd p-prefer it if you didn't touch me, bl-blondie!" She barked, clearly nervous about what was going on. The blonde stood up and crossed his arms, a pout forming onto his handsome features.
"Hmm...what to do..." His purple eyes brightened and he snapped his fingers, a look of realization coming onto his face, "What's your type?" The girl furrowed her thin brows in confusion.
"My...type?"
"Yes! Your type, you have a type don't you? Everyone has a type."
"Your surname is Isami, correct?" The responsible sounding guy asked. (Light bulb turns on) He had dark hair and wore glasses that covered his dark purple eyes. Unlike him, the blonde's was a bright purple. What next, pink? The girl almost shuddered at the thought.
The girl blinked at the dark haired man before nodding slowly. She took notice how the pair of ginger twins froze up slightly at the name, their eyes shooting towards her small form. Her light eyes darted around the room, observing all the men who stood around her.
There was a tall man, taller than the blonde, with dark hair and grey eyes. He dark relatively tan skin, and beside him was little boy with blonde curly hair and honey brown eyes. He was adorable! The girl just wanted to rush over and squeeze the life out of him; he was so cute. And then there another boy...who seemed a little off if you asked her. Especially with his looks. He looked exactly like her. Same facial features. Eye shape, bone structure, lips, nose...The only difference was the colors. He had a tan, and dark eyes covered by thick rimmed brown glasses and shaggy brown hair. He wore a baggy purple shirt with a white collar and grey pants.
"Hey, wait, I heard of you!" One of the twins exclaimed, causing the girl to turn her head and look at them. The twin that spoke up tensed, for when she turned her head, her bangs moved out of her face long enough for him to catch a glimpse of her eyes. And those eyes were hauntingly familiar, indeed.
He has her eyes... He thought as his chest tightened, mouth suddenly dry as he pointed at her. He swallowed and cleared his throat, causing the girl to give him a frighteningly familiar confused face. At the frighteningly familiar confused female face. (A light bulb flickers continuously before turning on)
"Yeah." The twin with the deeper voice continued boredly, staring intently at the girl's pale face. She had a bandage on her right cheek for some reason he didn't care about, and her bangs covered her eyes and framed the sides of her face. She confused him, especially when he wondered why he felt like crying at the sight of her. His heart clenched as he stared at her.
Who the hell is this kid? The rude ginger twin wondered. And why does he make me want to cry every time I look at him?
He got his answer the girl tilted her head in a cute, confused manner. "You did?" Her stomach twisted uncomfortably and her feet shifted. "What'd you hear?" The last question was bluntly asked, not doubt about.
(Light bulb flickered and turns on)
It can't be her... The rude twin was shocked at the revelation. He continued to watch as the boss, the blonde, strolled up to the girl and blew on her neck, darkening her blush and causing her to shiver. She thrust a hand onto the back of her neck and whirled around, taking a few steps back and shouting,
"Whoa! Stop that!" She continued to back as the man walked towards. "Just-just leave me alone!" She tripped over her own feet and screamed as she tumbled backwards into a pillar that was holding a nicely designed vase. She stumbled and stood up straight, catching her balance and whirled around in time to watch the Renaissance vase fall to the ground in horror.
CRASH!
The sound frightened her and unpleasant memories filled the girl's head. She flinched and her childish eyes widened considerably in fear as she glanced back at the men. The girl's "Look-alike" had a look that basically said, "I know what's gonna happen next" and the the responsible look man had a dark look in his eyes, the blonde, purple eyed boy had a glint in his eyes, the tall silent guy had a bored look on his face and the little boy was pouting adorably, while the twins had an annoyed, amused look on their faces.
"Aw...Not that one too! That was a replica of the other one million yen vase!" The girl's blood ran cold.
One million yen? She repeated this aloud, eyes wide with horror. They're gonna beat me...I know it. The guy with the glasses is gonna start it, then followed by the tall silent guy, the crazy blonde's gonna join and- Her thoughts were cut off by said crazy blonde, who sat down in a random thrown that appeared out of no where and asked, chin resting on his fist,
"Do you know the saying, "Do what the Romans do?" The girl swallowed frightfully and nodded slowly, tears pricking her eyes.
I'm gonna die...He's gonna smash me like I did to that vase.
He pointed dramatically at the girl, who looked like she was about to cry. "From today on, you're the Host Club's second dog!" The girl blinked dumbly and her mouth opened in an "o" shape. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head, deeply confused. The tears that were pricking her eyes vanished as she thought,
The Host Club's dog...? Second Dog? Her gaze shifted over to her look alike, who stood out amongst the men. Dog means bad...right? The girl flinched at that thought.
