Damsel, Totally Not, In Distress ›› OHSHC

trivial sibling love

After Aunt Naomi had disappeared from view, my shoulders dropped as I placed my cheek against the counters cool, marble surface, completely defeated. I usually won our quarrels. Guess she's learnt something from her failures. 

School. 

Believe it or not, that six lettered word frightened me more than the thought of speaking in front of a crowd of human beings. 

As you could probably see - or tell - I wasn't exactly the most outgoing person alive. In front of others I probably appeared as a stuttering fool who hadn't showered in a year or two.

Now that I think about it, when was the last time I showered?

"Eckk!" Glancing over to my right, I raised an eyebrow over at my twin brother who was lying on the floor, clutching his heart. His eyes were wider then usual while his breathes came out as pants. 

"Hi..?" I mumbled, making it sound more like a question, adding in an awkward wave.

"What are you doing?" He asked cautiously, picking himself up off the ground, before dusting off the non-existent dust off his pants. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking it slightly as he regained his composure. He shrugged off his pale blue blazer allowing it to drop onto the tiled-flooring while he placed his bag on the counter beside my nearly empty bowl. 

"By the way–" His purple eyes met my eyes, or at least I think they did. My eyes were covered behind my thick black bangs that rested in front of my face. "–where's the maids? I've been searching for Lizzy, but I can't seem to find her at all." He complained, turning towards the fridge. 

"First of all," I spoke, placing my spoon in the empty bowl, "I'm eating breakfast." Natsume threw me a puzzled look, before looking back at the contents our fridge held. He mumbled something underneath his breathe that I couldn't catch, but I was sure it was an insult. "Second of all–"

"I'm not interested in your life story, sis." He stated mockingly while I rolled my eyes, "And you do know it's five o'clock, right?" 

"Natsume," I deadpanned, "It's 4:27." Natsume threw a glare my way as I shot him a sweet smile, "Unlike you, I can actually read time."

This, set him off. He parted his lips to yell at me, before I quickly interrupted, I wasn't interested in fighting with a child. "Like I was saying, second of all, Aunt Naomi came by," A look of horror replaced his anger, while I rolled my eyes, "And no, she left about four minutes, eighteen second and forty-five milliseconds before you arrived."

Natsume nodded his head, letting out a sigh of relief. Handing towards the sink with the bowl in my hands, Natsume gave me a puzzled look, before something clicked in that air-filled head of his. "No–no way." He yelled dramatically, pointing at me rather accusingly. "Tell me your not!" I furrowed my eyebrows together, wondering what he was going on about, did something happen? "Tell me your not attending Ouran Academy!"

My lips parted into an 'o'  shape as I silently mouthed an elongated 'oh'. That's what he was talking about. "Well," I started, bring my index finger up to my chin while I acted as though I was pondering on the subject, "I do consider myself as an honest creature," I nodded my head, confirming what I just said, "However, if lying will make you feel better about yourself, I guess I can make an exception."

Natsume's fingers tightened into fists - clearly upset over my comment - before pointlessly ramming his fist into the closed fridge door, "You're not attending my school." He stated calmly, yet darkly as though he was trying to threaten me. 

"Of course I am," I stated, seriously, washing the bowl underneath the milk-warm water, "My husbands life depends on it." 

"What?!" Natsume yelled, causing me to glance over at him. His hands wrapped around his hair, appearing as though he was going to tear it out due to frustration, "Since when do you have a hus–!" Natsume stopped, mid-sentence while he shook his head as though he was clearing his head of unnecessary thoughts, "Nevermind that." He mumbled, before walking up towards me.

His hand grabbed the collar of Ouran's female uniform, pulling me closer to Natsume, "Just pretend as though you don't know me, and we'll be fine." He muttered darkly, knowing he couldn't win against me.

Tsking, I removed his hand, raising an eyebrow - not that he could see it - before tilting my head and faking innocence, "Why would I want anyone to know I'm related to an imbecile such as yourself?"