There's a Story Behind Every Smile (Hitachiin Triplets, OHSHC)

Chapter One

She smiled widely, throwing a fist in the air as she yelled. "Hell yeah! Back in Japan!" Everyone around her sent her weird looks, although very few even knew what she had said. 

She had her hair dyed black in front and burgundy in back, and it was cut short, even for a guy. She also wore black skinny jeans that weren't so skinny on her thin legs, a baggy, crimson band shirt for some German heavy metal band she liked that no one else knew of out of said country, completely black, shoelaces and all, hightop converse, and a black leather jacket. Finally, she had black, motorcyclist, leather gloves, and her chest was wrapped, so she looked like a guy. 

Finally, a guy walked up behind her, somehow dragging six suitcases with all of their clothes. "My God, Teru. Stop drawing so much attention and come help me with these!" he whined, although he wasn't anywhere near out of breath. She giggled childishly, turning on her heel to grab her suitcases, that is, the black ones. 

"Alright, alright, big sister," she joked, earning a growl from him. 

"Shut up, you little shit!" he yelled at her, but she was already running off, laughing heartily. 

"Make me, asshole!" she yelled back at him, earning turning heads once again. He sweat dropped, knowing she would continue to be this idiotic until they saw her boss, who was his new one. 

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"Hitachiin, Kita, please, have a seat," a man in his mid-forties told them, waving to the seats in front of his desk. Said teens walked in with grim expressions, and they all sat down. 

Teru now wore a white collared shirt tucked into black shorts that reached a little below mid thigh with overall-like straps and that was trimmed with white and had gold buttons, along with her black converse, and Akira wore a dark grey suit. The man had greying hair, a black suit, and a white dress shirt as well.

Finally, he and Teru smiled at each other. "Been a while, hasn't it?"

"H*** yeah, Taku-kun!" she answered back before standing back up. Akira tried to grab her collar and pull her back down, but, instead, he was met with them doing some sort of secret handshake. He facepalmed before holding his head in his hands. Not another one, he thought.

After the two sat back down, the man turned to face Akira. "You are Kita Akira, I presume?" Said teen looked up, internally surprised that he could change his behaviour so quickly. He held out a hand. "Although, I'm quite curious to know how you smuggled your frying pan into the country and where you are hiding it now."

Akira sweat dropped, but still shook his hand. "Yes, and I believe you are Taku-er, Nakano Takuma. Excuse me, I'm still a little rusty in the language and customs, and I do not have it with me right now," Akira said. Nakano took his hand back and waved it nonchalantly. 

"It's perfectly fine. Trust me, I've dealt with worse." He sent a look to Teru. "I had to raise her from the time she was nine, after all." He turned slightly to face her, leaning on his desk. "You used to be such a good child. So serious and proud of your job..." He trailed off and sweatdropped as she continued smiling goofily. However, he could see it in her eyes, even with her coloured contacts; that smile was only to hold back the sadness. He smiled back at her before standing up and handing them both files of information. They began flipping through the papers as he spoke.

"These are the papers you require for the academy, as requested, Teru. Also, there are fake ID's in there for government business and some extra money for clothes, since you still have some girl's ones." He turned his eyes to Teru on that one. "I hope you have a good time, both of you, and I hope your brothers excel in your game, Teru." He sighed. "Now off with you. I've got paperwork." They both stood, walking toward the door. However, Akira whispered to Teru questioningly on their way out.

"What game?" 

Both teen and man answered at the same time. 

"The 'Find the Secret' game, of course."