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"What are you guys going in there?" Jol called through the bathroom door. "I hear the water running."

"We're washing our hair."

"Together?"

"We're not naked, if that's what you're asking."

Jol shrugged at Chro and the latter sighed. The twins had made the two of them wear long black cloaks with hoods and purposely ripped holes on the back to allow their wings to spread through. "You'll pretend to be angels," Viktor had insisted.

"It's a bit risky though, right?" Jol asked Chro suddenly. His shifted his folded wings and pulled his hood down, revealing messy white locks of hair. "What if someone finds outs-?"

"It's Halloween. Everyone dresses up, and so it's not too unusual to see people with wings sticking out of them. Besides, let the twins have their fun."

Jol casted Chro a hesitant look. "...My hair."

"People dye their hair all the time." Chro tilted his head towards the bathroom door. "Like certain people we know."

Without warning, the door suddenly creaked open, catching the angels' attention. A cloud of steam emitted from the bathroom.

"What the-?"

Viktor and Theoron's hair looked as if an ink pot spilled itself on to their usually shocking pink and green locks.

"You dyed your hair again?" Jol asked blankly.

"Of course not," one of them replied, shaking his head and laughing. Jol realised that without their blinding hair dye, he couldn't tell them apart. "Our real hair colour is black. We had to help each other clean off all the dye so the overall appearance of our costumes are more effective."

Besides the change of colour in their hair, they were wearing sleeveless black tops and what seemed to be fingerless black gloves. They were also adorning long striped stockings underneath black, knee-length denim shorts. Chains dangled out of their pockets and hung lazily around their necks accompanied with pyramid-studded collars.

But that wasn't the worst.

"You have makeup," Chro said distastefully. Both of them had black shadows and eyeliner around their eyes.

"You're so boring," one of them scoffed.

Chro glared at him. "You're Viktor."

The one who was accused looked at his twin quickly and replied hastily, "Sure."

"Hey!" the other yelled indignantly "Stop trying to be me Theo and getting me in trouble."

The accused, raven-haired twin studied the other and replied with a sigh, "...the real Viktor wouldn't care about getting in trouble so much to say it outloud. Sorry."

"Aw, I guess I still need to practice."

"So... " Jol's gaze lingered at the twin Chro accused. "So... you really are Viktor." He switched to the other. "And you're Theoron.

"Yep," Viktor replied with a grin.

"Wear something to tell yourselves apart," Jol suggested. "Something pink and green, I don't know, anything."

"That would spoil all the fun," Viktor pouted. "But if it's that important... "

"It is," Chro said.

"Fine, fine." He and Theoron trudged towards their rooms, but before they closed the door, Viktor piped up, "By the way, I'm Theoron."

Jol glanced at Chro, who was rubbing his temple impatiently and gave a nervous chuckle. "Good actors, huh? And Theoron's not even in the drama course."

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"You're gothic-looking vampires," Jol guessed, bemused. The four of them were zooming down the elevator, among many other creatures of the night such as some witches and a werewolf, walking out of the building and headec toward a bundle of small townhouses a block away. Theoron and Viktor, who already sporting their previous wear, changed their stockings to be bright pink and bright green mixed with black. They also were adorning long black cloaks identical to his own, faux fangs and fake blood dribbling out of their mouths (lips, actually, if you looked close enough) and on their necks. The whole effect, however, was slightly thrown off, as the twins were quite tanned from newspaper duties, and washed off the makeup, by Chro's stern request that he would not go in public with them wearing eyeliner.

"We-uh out tuh sugk yur blah," Viktor replied with his fangs bared.

"Our blah?" Jol replied, laughing. Viktor popped his fangs fangs ot and retorted testily, " I said, 'We're out to suck you're blood'. These fangs make it hard to talk." He pocketed them, and Theoron followed suit.

The evening sky was settling in fast. Within ten minutes of their walk, it had went from navy blue to to ink blue. The light posts flared in the distance and people were starting to come out in various costumes. Everyone kept staring at Chro and Jol and their very realistic looking wings. Some had even come up to them in amazement and asking where they could buy a set like that.

"They're homemade," Chro said shortly.

"Can I touch them?" a girl dressed as a nurse asked in awe.

"No."

Unfortunately, most, if not exactly, like this. After the twentieth time Chro had to explain that the wings were homemade and not for the hands of others, he announced, fed-up, "I want to go back now."

"We still need more candy," Jol complained, showing him the three quarters filled plastic bag.

"It's too early in the night," Viktor complained and Theoron nodded eagerly.

Knowing he was already outruled in the first place, he set the long black hood off his head, revealing his dark messy locks of hair to the cool evening air. He was wearing a sweater he had bought with his first paycheck underneath the cloak, so it wasn't cold out here for him, but he knew Jol was wearing only a shirt. He glanced at him, but he appeared to be fine and overly-chirpy with Theoron, who was also animatedly chatty as well. Viktor, however, peered at Chro from the corner of his eye and said slyly, "Aren't you having fun?"

"Not particularly," Chro replied nonchalantly.

"Not even a bit?"

"Live a little," Viktor said, shaking his head.

"And I keep telling, you I'm dead. Stop saying it."

Viktor laughed a bit, but looked slightly puzzled. "When did I last say that?"

Chro rolled his eyes. "Just like Jol, short-term memory. Just before we had that... talk."

"Talk?" Viktor repeated, quirking an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

"Y'know..." Chro trailed off, waving his hand around. "That one. The one where you told me that you and Theoron weren't twins."

"What?" Viktor stopped walking and stared incredulously at Chro. "W-what do you mean?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Remember? You told me about you, Theoron and Ingrid and your late family's reunion? How you're actually cousins?"

"We're... not twins?"

"Stop playing around, Viktor," Chro said, annoyed. He looked back at him, but he froze. Viktor was staring at him wide-eyed, and Chro realised he was not Viktor. "Damnit!" he yelled. "You guys switched, again?!"

Jol and Viktor looked back at the other two, surprised. Chro rounded on Viktor, but before he could say anything, Theoron shouted, "You lied!"

"What?!"

Theoron's face was contorted with anger and he confronted Viktor and spat, "All those damn years we've been together, and it was all a lie?! Here you go telling someone you only knew for a month something you ought to have told me ever since we were at the orphanage!? I hate you!"

"Theoron," Viktor whispered feebly. "I- "

With narrowed eyes, Theoron ignored him and stalked off in the oppposite direction. Jol gave Chro a worried glance and trailed after Theoron from a distance. Viktor watched the two helplessly until they disappeared into the distance. Then, he dropped to the concrete ground and started to punch the ground.

"Damn!" he yelled.

"Viktor," Chro said sharply. "Get up." But Viktor kept punching the ground, his fists splattered with blood, muttering colourful words in sequence under his breath, so Chro snatched his arm and jerked him back to his feet. Viktor's eyes were watering and the angel looked at guiltily.

"Viktor," he said quietly. "I'm so sor- "

"This isn't your fault," Viktor assured him, though not very confidentially as he tried to stem the growing tears. "I knew it was a bad idea to keep it a secret, but I did it anyways," he said thickly. As hard as he tried, the tears kept leaking out and he couldn't wipe them all away. "Stupid... " he whispered. "So...stupid... "

Chro took the boy into his arms and Viktor reluctantly let go of the stream of tears, leaning into the embrace stiffly. Chro pressed down gently on his shoulders and murmured, "Let it out." And Viktor actually started to cry, the sounds muffled against Chro's cloack, but he didn't mind. When you cry, it was better to let it out then to confine it inside you until it's unable to hold it.

Soon, his sobs subsided. Chro patiently held him until Viktor's tears were barely seen and he pulled away, wiping his face dry once more.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed.

"Don't be," Chro said firmly and he started to lead the teen back home. "I'm your guardian angel and this is what I'm suppos- no. This is what I want to do. To be able to help you and your problems."

"Problems, huh?" Viktor asked dully. Then he said darkly, "Well, the problem I currently have, and the other one are things you've never dealt with. I don't mean to sound rude or unappreciative... "

"What's the second problem?" Chro asked warily.

Viktor glanced at Chro, but quickly looked away. As he stared ahead, he mumbled, "I like Theoron."

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"Theoron," Jol called out. "Theoron, wait up."

The black-haired teen looked back, face stone cold, but softened at the sight of the angel. "Hey," he said offhandedly. Jol caught up to him, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Don't," Theoron said somberly, as Jol opened his mouth. They continued to walk in silence through the dark. He noticed the angel kept looking back, perhaps to keep a watch out for Chro and Viktor, but Theoron forced himself to keep his head straight ahead.

He felt mad, angry even. After all these years... and Viktor never told him. Ever since they had gone to the orphanage, he only remembered being called twins and even Viktor called him his twin. It was inevitable that he was also led to believe he was his twin as well. But why... ? Why did he keep it a secret from him? Sure, it would've been disappointing, but better that then what happened now.

Soon, his anger was ebbed away by guilt. He had yelled at him. He had swore at him. And he never swore. Holding a hand to his mouth, Theoron's emotions mixed with confusion and guilt.

"Theoron!" Jol said in alarm. He yanked Theoron's arm away, jerking him out of his thought. "You almost walked into a lampost."

"Ah.. "Theoron said quietly. "Sorry. Er, thanks."

"Look, I know what Viktor said was-" Jol stopped talking as he spotted Theoron shake his head firmly. "What?"

"I blew up back there, but I guess I was only so disappointed he never told me all this time. I loved being twins, but I'd have love for him to be honest with me more. I had to hear it from someone other than Viktor, so I'm not completely over that, but... I'm not mad at him anymore.

Theoron stopped walking and smiled weakily. "He's the kind of person I can't stay mad at for a long time."

"Chro's like that. I can't hate him for even a few minutes. He's always taking care of me."

Theoron looked at Jol, who was staring ahead of them absent-mindedly, a gentle smile plastered to the lips and thought, Perhaps Chro has a chance afterall. He remembered what Viktor told him about the angel and his almost-successful advance, if it weren't for him and Viktor's inturruption. He chuckled quietly.

"What's so funny?" Jol questioned curiously.

Theoron quickly dismissed the thought and replied swiftly, "Not that I think it's funny, of course, but it's peculiar that Chro is someone who takes care of you, right?" Jol nodded, puzzled. "And Viktor... he used to pick fights with anyone who was making fun of me. So he is to me, like Chro is to you, Jol. Like a guardian angel of our own?"

Jol looked at him and to Theoron's mild surprise, turned slightly red. At least, he thought so, it was somewhat hard to tell with the lamposts and the contrasting darkness. "I guess we're pretty lucky to have our own guardian angels."

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A/N: And, that's it. T-T Shorter than the last. But the positive side is that I know EXACTLY what I'm planning next and so I can hopefully update by Monday. XD

Visual Piccers!! XD>

Please remove spaces!

Jol and Chro Coat Designs CG - deviantart. com/view/22414835

Viktor and Theoron Twincesty (I'm sorry for those who don't like it u-u Badly scanned too) - deviantart .com/view/22451540

Punky Viktor with a hole (not really the design in this chapter but ah well XD) - deviantart. com/view/22402293

Aaaand, my deliciously adorable friend Maiinoki drew me my very first fanart. T-T I LOOVE her so much. XD However, I'm forced to stab her with a pillow because she never uploaded it to deviantArt yet so I can't show you. T-T It was of Viktor and Theoron with their hair black. So cute too O.o She loves twincest too.

However, this may be the part where I may lose reviewers. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to force yourself to read anymore. Recollect is written for shounen-ai lovers purely and also meant for people who love and don't like twincest. It sounds confusing now. x.x But if you stick around a bit more, it'll eventually make sense.

Ahaha. e-e Please review! :D