A/N Hey it's me again and with a new storie! I actually
wrote this back in '04 lol. I'm on my moms computer right
now that's how I'm uploading these stories. I'll post my
other stories and poems (and chapters to other stories)
later. Thanks yall for being faithful. This is dedicated to all
my lovly reviewers.
I looked at him. We looked exactly alike except in
contrast to my white silky hair and yellow golden eyes
he had rose petel pink hair and deep crystal purple
He was out-going and funny. He was a people person and
was often going to parties. He had few close friends
but many lackies, followers and people that worshiped
the ground he walked on. He was love by all and if not
loved then envied.
Me on the other had was shy and timid. A book worm.
I got straight 'A's in contrast to his 'C's. I read
and he played football and other sports. I studied he
went to parties. I wrote stories and spoke four
diffrent langues he played the guitar and was in a
grage band. He was destined to make it big with either
his sport or music skills I was destined to become a
At times I felt so jelouse of him. How he smiled
charmingly or how his eyes held a certin mishief to
it. He was excellent and erotic and I was boring mousy
I know most wonderd how we could be related twins
even. Espically since we acted and looked diffrent. He
was a little bit on the more muscular side.
He was 5'7, 128lbs had a six pack and strong legs and
arms. He was built like a runner and a swimmer. I
think because he did both in his spare time.
Me on the other hand was 5'4, 100lbs and petit. No
'body' as most girls would put it once so ever. I was
delicate built to turn pages in old books.
I was made to sit in a corner and read in the dark
while he was ment to go out in the world and shine.
He could have anyone in the world...but he chose me.
His twin brother...Me Hikari.
Okay yea I know. I have an unhealthy obsession with yaoi
and incess (mainly gay incess) and twin-cess. It being about
the only thing I wright. But guess what.
...I'll give you a little...umm... prediction for the future of this storie.
Unlike most of my other stories that have started out angsty this one
will start out sweet. But remember things change.