He was bored.

So very, very bored.

And why was he bored, you might ask?

Simple answer: Girls.

No, he wasn't gay or anything like that. He liked girls; it was just that, at the moment, he was separated from meeting a single one. And so, he was bored.

Before him was a huge oak desk, a glass top covering it. Hovering above the desk was a screen, which displayed lines and lines of text. Every once in a while, he would input some more information, tapping out a few keystrokes that he paid little attention to, but for the main part he just spun himself in the big chair, only stopping to look out the giant window behind him occasionally. He could see the entire city from up there, but he couldn't leave till six. Damn you, sis, he thought, as he got up to stretch his cramped, aching muscles. He looked over at the clock, which read 11:28. He needed to get ready for lunch, he supposed, considering that he was still in his pajamas. He got up and made his way over to his dresser, changing from his pajamas into one of his favorite suits.

At 11:56, he came out into the hallway of the building, and went to the elevator, pressing in the code for entry. He looked over his reflection in the elevator door: His short, obsidian hair looked somewhat messy, with one of his bangs covering one orange glowing eye, eyes that shone just like the twilight sun. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, which was extremely wrinkled, and a black dress jacket over it, with special cufflinks; he wore black dress pants as well, the only thing in his whole attire out of place being his black boots, which were rather bulky compared to his fancy outfit. He liked the way he looked, though, for one reason only: Girls loved it. Guys called him 'emo' and 'goth', but he never listened to them.

He entered the dining room at 12 noon sharp, seeing his older sister already at their table, and as his younger sister was nowhere to be found, it was probable that she was still getting ready. Well, the younger sister was older than him, but she was younger than the older sister, so the title stayed. He sat down across from his older sister, waiting for his ‘younger’ sister to arrive. Ten minutes later, she was there, taking her place at his side.

"Letro," the eldest began, saying her brother's name first, as she always did. "Qikae," she added, acknowledging her sister. "We are not going to go out tonight," she ended, waiting for her siblings’ responses.

"What!?" it came, both confused and angry at her words, as they wanted to leave the building they had been cooped up in for so long that day. "Why, Vesa!?" asked Letro, bothered that his search for dateable girls had to be delayed. "Yeah! What's up with that, Vee!?" asked Qikae, also bewildered.

Oh, yeah. Qikae and Vesa also have bodies.

Qikae, called Qik, pronounced 'kick' had tan skin, which allowed her yellow eyes to shine. Her jade hair went to the top of her neck, and spiked straight up, complimenting her boyish build and tomboyish nature. She wasn't even bothered when she was mistaken for a boy, since it was normal for someone who wore only boy clothes, including boxers, to be called a boy. It was also
helped by her A-cup breasts, which were hid by her baggy clothing. She is short, about five
feet tall, same as Letro.

Vesa, called Vee by her family, was tall, at a good six foot six, complimented by her curvy build. She has beautiful blue eyes, like two lagoons, milky-white hair that reached down to her shoulders, and Caucasian skin. She was the opposite to her sister, as she could easily be seen as a girl, and was confident in such. She had DD-cup breasts, long legs, the like of which any straight man would dream of.

"Well, since today is the anniversary of...the incident, I believe it best that we stay together, spend some quality time together," Vesa ended, hoping her siblings would understand. By their expressions, it seemed that they did.

(All right, I have to explain how this works. I have about as much idea to what’s going on as you readers. This is being written by my good buddy, Yelir. He doesn’t have a fictionpress account, and isn’t interested in having one. I told him I would put this on my account and send him a copy of all the reviews it gets. So, yeah. This isn’t mine. He sends me all the updates and I spell check them and put them up.)