= ramblings =
ok, things aren't really that different - I've changed the rating so my darling NC17s won't be harmed. *glares* but the rating fits - for now. I'm thinking email for fellow NC17 readers. I dunno. *blur*
.: Forever Mine :.
- prologue -
My name is Otori - the decoy; a second-class product. First name? Don't have one. Unless you'd take the one I'm registered under. But I'd prefer not to. Never knew my mum - heard she ran off with another man before I reached my first birthday. Don't know my dad. The guy I'm registered as son to doesn't want to know me either. But I do have a brother. Itto Hinokiko - first class; the first. We're half brothers, but he doesn't care. Actually, he sees me as though I'm of direct blood relation, despite knowing how much hatred I bear for the very blood that courses through my veins. But we've got to be the closest pair of siblings you can find in Japan. Anyone closer and I'll eat my toes.
Itto's 18 years old - 2 years older than I. He's a member of the student council in school - the two faced kind. But he doesn't deny it. He smokes, drinks, fools around with girls and does a bit of drugs, but he gets good grades and all the teachers like him. Plus, he's got to be one of the most respected seniors in the school, along with his best friend. Naturally, he's the one in Hinokiko's favour. His mother died just before I was born, so his father, Hinokiko Satoshi, sees me as a curse.
I try my hardest to stay out of anything that may get me into trouble with him - I don't smoke, drink, do drugs or screw any of my classmates - and I keep my grades as high as possible. I'm a class monitor, and I'm on the nominee list for junior student council next year. But even then, the one I'm supposed to call 'oto-san' still hates me. Partly because of his ridiculous belief in 'the cursed child', but also because I have my mother's eyes. I have her hair as well. Her eyes are a hazel brown, and she has light-coloured hair. She's still alive, and doesn't love me. That much I know. from what I heard she did, I doubt she loved father very much either. So my body is 'decorated' with an assortment of scars and gashes - latest model now available at a Hinokiko residence near you; get yours today. Batteries not included. But whether I survive Friday nights or not depends on my luck. I've been lucky for 16 years - I'm not dead yet. But as a growing teen, I'm expecting it. If he comes home in a good mood, I'm spared the whip and all; a yell or two should suffice. But if he comes home in a bad mood, it's usually safer for me to remain in my room and stay dormant. If I'm not, well, there's always a price to pay.
Why Friday? That's when Itto has to stay in school for his student council meetings, and my curfew is at 5 in the evening. Itto doesn't need a curfew (give me a break). On other days, Itto and I are always home by 4. We always come home together, because Itto doesn't want anything to happen to me. He just has to keep father distracted. But that is a risk we have to take on Fridays. He's been trying to get dad to extend my Friday curfews, but father is deaf to this particular request. I've practically been grounded ever since I had a mind of my own. But if I ever stay out after school, Itto has to be with me. I have an extremely small social circle - not that I'm the school nerd or anything. I'm probably giving the impression that I'm supposed to be all traumatized and reserved, looking at the kind of life I lead. Fortunately, too much of Itto rubbed off onto me. I dare say I'm rather well liked, though not as much as my brother. But I rarely hand out with my peers. When I do, Itto is there. My friends don't mind Itto - he's funny and nice to be around.
You must be asking why Itto has to tag along all the time. That's not true. He doesn't have to - he wants to. Besides, I tag along too. But the point is that we're always together. I forgot to mention how successful father is - he owns one of the biggest companies in Japan, and runs a chain of smaller ones. With the money he earns, it's easy to hire people to 'stalk' me, and drag me home if I'm not home immediately after school. Who knows what could happen then? I've never been caught before, as Itto's always been that clever. But what can I say? I'm like his other half. He reads me like a book, and knows he's the only family I have left. But I can't read him. That's one difference. We don't look like we're related at all. But that can be counted as a similarity. I look like my mum, he looks like his. His mum had fine features - I've seen her photos Itto kept - she was pretty; Itto was lucky to have got his looks from the good side.
ok, things aren't really that different - I've changed the rating so my darling NC17s won't be harmed. *glares* but the rating fits - for now. I'm thinking email for fellow NC17 readers. I dunno. *blur*
.: Forever Mine :.
- prologue -
My name is Otori - the decoy; a second-class product. First name? Don't have one. Unless you'd take the one I'm registered under. But I'd prefer not to. Never knew my mum - heard she ran off with another man before I reached my first birthday. Don't know my dad. The guy I'm registered as son to doesn't want to know me either. But I do have a brother. Itto Hinokiko - first class; the first. We're half brothers, but he doesn't care. Actually, he sees me as though I'm of direct blood relation, despite knowing how much hatred I bear for the very blood that courses through my veins. But we've got to be the closest pair of siblings you can find in Japan. Anyone closer and I'll eat my toes.
Itto's 18 years old - 2 years older than I. He's a member of the student council in school - the two faced kind. But he doesn't deny it. He smokes, drinks, fools around with girls and does a bit of drugs, but he gets good grades and all the teachers like him. Plus, he's got to be one of the most respected seniors in the school, along with his best friend. Naturally, he's the one in Hinokiko's favour. His mother died just before I was born, so his father, Hinokiko Satoshi, sees me as a curse.
I try my hardest to stay out of anything that may get me into trouble with him - I don't smoke, drink, do drugs or screw any of my classmates - and I keep my grades as high as possible. I'm a class monitor, and I'm on the nominee list for junior student council next year. But even then, the one I'm supposed to call 'oto-san' still hates me. Partly because of his ridiculous belief in 'the cursed child', but also because I have my mother's eyes. I have her hair as well. Her eyes are a hazel brown, and she has light-coloured hair. She's still alive, and doesn't love me. That much I know. from what I heard she did, I doubt she loved father very much either. So my body is 'decorated' with an assortment of scars and gashes - latest model now available at a Hinokiko residence near you; get yours today. Batteries not included. But whether I survive Friday nights or not depends on my luck. I've been lucky for 16 years - I'm not dead yet. But as a growing teen, I'm expecting it. If he comes home in a good mood, I'm spared the whip and all; a yell or two should suffice. But if he comes home in a bad mood, it's usually safer for me to remain in my room and stay dormant. If I'm not, well, there's always a price to pay.
Why Friday? That's when Itto has to stay in school for his student council meetings, and my curfew is at 5 in the evening. Itto doesn't need a curfew (give me a break). On other days, Itto and I are always home by 4. We always come home together, because Itto doesn't want anything to happen to me. He just has to keep father distracted. But that is a risk we have to take on Fridays. He's been trying to get dad to extend my Friday curfews, but father is deaf to this particular request. I've practically been grounded ever since I had a mind of my own. But if I ever stay out after school, Itto has to be with me. I have an extremely small social circle - not that I'm the school nerd or anything. I'm probably giving the impression that I'm supposed to be all traumatized and reserved, looking at the kind of life I lead. Fortunately, too much of Itto rubbed off onto me. I dare say I'm rather well liked, though not as much as my brother. But I rarely hand out with my peers. When I do, Itto is there. My friends don't mind Itto - he's funny and nice to be around.
You must be asking why Itto has to tag along all the time. That's not true. He doesn't have to - he wants to. Besides, I tag along too. But the point is that we're always together. I forgot to mention how successful father is - he owns one of the biggest companies in Japan, and runs a chain of smaller ones. With the money he earns, it's easy to hire people to 'stalk' me, and drag me home if I'm not home immediately after school. Who knows what could happen then? I've never been caught before, as Itto's always been that clever. But what can I say? I'm like his other half. He reads me like a book, and knows he's the only family I have left. But I can't read him. That's one difference. We don't look like we're related at all. But that can be counted as a similarity. I look like my mum, he looks like his. His mum had fine features - I've seen her photos Itto kept - she was pretty; Itto was lucky to have got his looks from the good side.