You annoy me. (I love you...)

".+*~1~*+."

His hair brushed every which way against his porcelain face, knocking against his glasses and covering his orange eye, in a way were only his blue eye was visible. The commotion of the morning downstairs at his wolf-like ears, lifting his tail with his steps. The bandages around his wrists covered up with his purple jacket.

The lavender tips of his ponytail swaying while he sat up from the old couch in the attic space, the teal tips of his bangs following the sharp movements of his eyebrows. Swinging himself to his feet, he could stumble to the staircase if he was lucky. The bandages on his legs were large and tight, and of much use to cover the brutal wounds underneath the fading cloth bandages. Over the years he'd learned to deal with all the hardships he'd received and given himself, though they only made his life harder with each passing day.

His sister was his priority though, and he'd do best to not let her face the same hardships he had. His parents had always loved her more, especially his father, Orak. Mi, their mother loved Opāru too, but of course Opal got most of the love and birthday celebrations.

Opāru was smart enough to know that no matter what he did he'd never be good enough for them and he'd come to terms with the fact long before, when he was much younger than now, as now he had his own house, his own job and his own life, far away from the neglect of his parents.

Opāru threw himself out the door and down the stairs, the busyness of his home already at a high for it being so early in the morning, and for his sister (and him) not being much of a morning person. Opal had placed out Opāru's coffee cup, and gotten hot chocolate for herself. Her eyes also heterochromatic. (but unlike the ugly orangey brown color of his right eye, or the dark blue color of his left, she had a pale blue and a pastel green.)

The day had only just begun and already Opāru wished it was over. The days at school so long and endless, and the taunting of the Halloween ball dangling around the gossip in the hallways, there was no escape in sight for the struggling teen. Opal was always making friends, always hanging out with Daniel or Amber.

She had white hair with a pale coral streak down the front of her bangs, with a green fade until it reached the side of her head and faded into a lighter green, a section of her back hair faded into purple and the rest of it faded into pink. She has much darker skin the Opāru, and much lighter eyes. His black hair to her white hair, his dark eyes to her bright ones, his pale freckled skin to her clear and tan color, made the two look almost unrelated.

Not to mention how different they acted from each other. She's a positive and cheerful extroverted girl, and he's a cold, lonely quiet antisocial guy. She tossed him his school bag before flinging open the fridge door to search for the two bags inside with the chicken spaghetti from the night before, and a second set of bags with apples and sandwiches. She handed Opāru one dinner bag and one lunch bag to put in his school bag, before getting her own out.

"Ready?" She asked with a grin about her face and a peppy tone. "Do you have your wallet, you're driver's license, your keys, your phone and your emergency contact list?" Opāru shot back before glancing onto the table in the kitchen. "I was about to get them!" Opal complained while whisking them all into her bag. "Sure you were little sis. Bet you were also solving world hunger while you were about to get your stuff out of my kitchen." Her brother joked with a shift in posture and tone slightly sarcastic.

"It's not your kitchen..." Opal vindicated. Opāru in turn sighed and straightened his tone to a more annoyed one. "I own the place," He replied. Opal shook her head. "I help pay the bills!" She proclaimed. "Whatever kid,"

".+*•~ At school ~•+*."

"Alright, alright. I get it, I'll ask him." Opal sighed to her friend Amber. Amber squealed with excitement as she watched Opāru walk into view from the long corridor down. "Hey! Brother!" Opal called with flailing arms. Groaning, he walked over to her with his hands full of books and papers. "Who are you taking to the ball next Friday?" Opal smiled casually, but the question hit the boy in the head, rioting his tail and ears, causing him to fall under the weakness of his legs.