Krone's POV
My eyes searched for the H/C haired girl in the crowd of children who were running around getting ready for breakfast but none. I couldn't find not even a glance of her, Y/n, where is she hiding?
"Sister Krone! Let's get ready for breakfast!" I feel a small tug from below, glancing down I spot a couple of the younger children looking up at me.
Giving them a smile, I nodded not before glancing up at the older children near the double doors. "Alright! Let's go!"
During the whole time, the girl wasn't present not even showing her face and Isabella didn't seem to be disturbed by this neither were the children.
Was this a common thing?
"Big sister Y/n doesn't eat breakfast, she says it hurts her stomach! Instead she sleeps in!"
"Mama goes to wake her up before we take our test."
"She's injured right now, mama is taking care of her for the time being."
It seems like this one doesn't have a big appetite and it seems like she's the favorite around here......besides her, no one else gets the same treatment... sleeping in, not eating in the mornings...allowed to do anything during this free time...getting presents for behaving well...she truly is the favorite.
Or is that Isabella feels guilty....about sending her twin off years ago?
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Always getting perfect scores.
Helping Isabella with chores around the house during playtime and lunch.
Always spends time alone, reading.
Helping with the younger one...always completely every task and responsibilities given to her.
"Norman!" Y/n yells in delight as she approaches the other two oldest of the house. She stood in behind of them as they were washing the dishes, "when you are going to be done?" She asks innocently to the boy who gave her a smile.
"We'll be done in a few minutes, is there something you wanted?"
She stood silent and I gave this opportunity to walk behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder but she didn't flinched, not even one bit.
"You three are the oldest right? Norman, Ray...and Y/n." I said as I look at each one, staring intensely.
Without removing my hand off the girl's shoulder, I shaking the pair's hands before Ray spoke up.
"Do you mind taking your hand off her? She doesn't seem comfortable." Y/n made not sound as she didn't look me in the eyes, keeping her eyes on the two boys who waited.
Pulling my hand up, "ah! Apologies for that! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Y/n!" I smile at her, watching her face for any reaction but she simply smiled.
"No! It's fine! You didn't mean it, Sister Krone plus, you and me should get along! Mama told me that you and me would get along just well!" She beamed at me, showing off a smile before she looked away.
"Anyways! I'll see you in the usual place Norman. Bye Ray!" She waves at them before rushing away to who knows where. I watch her figure disappear around the corner before appearing again, "you too, Sister Krone!" And with that, she disappears for good as her voice echos throughout the hallway.
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"Osamu...and Y/n, a rare case of twins that weren't separate from birth...both living in plant 3 and Isabella as they caretaker." I say said out loud, tapping my chin with a finger.
From reading Y/n's documents, it said that she born around December...meaning she would be shipped soon.
Sighing, I pick up the paper, reading throughout the documents for anything.
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Y/n
Status: Alive
Age: 11
Date of Birthday: December 31 2033
Eye Color: [E/C]
Hair Color: Originally Brown
[Edit: [H/C]Height: 163cm
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Going onto the other twin, I put away Y/n's documents, bring out a slightly older document of the twin.
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Osamu
Status: Deceased
Age: 7
Date of Birth: December 31, 2033 (shipped December 31)
Eye Color: [E/C]
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 120cm

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