Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda

Prologue

In which a brother and a sister are flung nearly 450 years back in time...

"Did you repair the drone?" I didn't bother with a greeting.

Toshiie remedied my omission. "Hello. How was your week? I've missed you." His snark burned through the 4G network. You've heard those stories of exploding telephones? If sarcasm could explode a phone, my brother would have killed three of mine already. "And yes, it's fixed."

I impatiently picked at my toenail while I went through the niceties with my twin. "Sorry. Hello. How was your week? I've missed you." I had missed him, actually.

"Someone threw up in bio lab. That was the highlight."

"Ew." And he likely wasn't being sarcastic. Knowing Tosh, it might have truly been the highlight of his week. He was studying nursing, with an eye to someday going to Medical School, so vomit and bodies never bothered him. As a perpetually overworked student, his life was the lab, homework, and sleep.

Good thing he had me to break him out of his patterns. "Just dropped a pin to your phone – can you meet me there in an hour? Bring the drone."

A loud sigh attacked my eardrum. "Katsuko, I have exams to study for. So do you."

I was half-heartedly studying physical therapy. Very half-heartedly. These days there wasn't much I was doing full hearted. Except...

"Please, please, please!" I had already changed from the outfit I had worn to class that morning, into sports bra, tank, and sweats. I stuck the phone between my ear and my shoulder, so I could I tape up my wrists. I knew Tosh wouldn't turn me down.

"Fine. See you in sixty."

This time, Tosh was the one who skipped the greeting, hanging up without a goodbye. That's typical of us. I hate saying hello. Tosh hates goodbye.

Sixty minutes was enough time to grab my beloved blue hoodie, my phone, a couple bottles of water, and some vegan power bars. I stuffed them all in my backpack, and ran out the door...

... and ran back in to grab my IC card.

As I dashed out the building again, I bundled my turquoise streaked hair in a messy tail, IC card clenched in my teeth as I chased down the bus.

In less than an hour, I was warming up in front of a three-story building, plotting out my route.

Tosh was late, as usual. I sometimes teased him about living on Toshiie time, but I was used to building an extra ten minutes into a schedule if I really needed him to be punctual. Ah, there he was. I watched him park his moped, then jog down the sidewalk, ignoring the admiring glances he was drawing from men and women alike.

You know how in some families, one kid gets the looks, and one kid gets the brains? Beautiful, brilliant Toshiie got both.

Me? I got the –

Thwack!

I winced as Tosh tripped over air.

-Coordination.

He stumbled a few steps toward me. I rushed forward to rescue his gear bag, knowing it was full of expensive camera equipment.

"Oh sure, save the bag, let your brother fall on his face," Tosh grumbled.

"You just got this fixed from the last time." I unpacked the drone.

He nodded, seeing my point. "What's your route?"