Chapter 3

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I sat up. Where the fuck am I? I looked around the room. I was in a bed that had black silk sheets with gold accents and there was a canopy with deep blood red curtains. I looked down at myself. Who changed me?! I was in a white button down shirt and shorts that somewhat looked like boxers. Come to think of it, I think they are boxers. The positive side to being undressed, possibly kidnapped, and put in these clothes, is that the shirt has a really nice cologne scent.

"Mistress Aimi?" A maid peeped through the door. Mistress Aimi? Oh shit. That's right. I'm in Hikaru and Kaoru's house... "Master Hikaru and Kaoru are in the kitchen having breakfast, and are hoping you would join them." She brightly smiled. I don't know how she could keep that smile.

I couldn't find my clothes from yesterday anywhere. I struggled to get out of the bed, due to my whole stomach area being incredibly sore. I looked in the mirror. WHAT THE HECK? There was a huge bruise on my upper cheek bone. I totally forgot about it. Images of what happened last night flooded my mind. Stop. Stop thinking about it. I looked back at the mirror. My eyes were faintly puffy and a little irritated. I freaking hate crying. The shirt was so long that it even covered the shorts underneath. It was basically mid thigh/ almost knee length. Thank God, I at least had my hair band on my wrist. I was able to tie my hair in a high messy bun. There was some slippers by the bed, and I decided to use them. Hey, they were there, probably for my use, or not, whatever.

I walked down the stairs and tried to find my way to the kitchen. This place was giant, and so luxurious. I felt like my breath could tarnish something here. I came across a huge portrait, of a beautiful woman with auburn hair sitting on a beautiful chair, and a man standing behind the chair with light brown hair and a mustache. These must be Hikaru and Kaoru's parents. They were dressed in regal clothing. Something about their faces seemed oddly familiar. Very familiar. I looked at the man's face, then I remembered... it can't be...

*flash back: Aimi's POV* *eleven years ago*

I was just a little girl. I was sitting in my room, that dusty, old, brick walled, prison, I called a room, when one of the Sisters came and told me I had a visitor. I was elated, because maybe this visitor would actually want to adopt me. She took my hand and lead me to a meeting room, and there they were. Her auburn hair was slicked back into a bun, and she was wearing the most beautiful collared shirt with a pencil skirt. He was wearing a business suit, and his light brown hair was combed to a side. They were sitting on one side of a table, and there was an empty chair on the other side. I took a seat on the empty chair, and just looked at them. Her face was sweet, and his face was kind. His eyes looked watery as he smiled at me.

"Hello, Miss Aimi." He smiled, "you look exactly like your mother." I could see tears accumulating in his eyes.

*end of flashback*

I don't remember anything else. I'm trying to remember more, but I can't. It has to be a coincidence. I don't think their parents would ever come to the orphanage I attended. He just looks so-

"Mistress Aimi?" I quickly turned to the maid looking at me questionably, "the kitchen is on the right side of the house."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I rubbed my eyes and went on my way to the kitchen. I need to clear my head. I have to stop thinking about this. I finally found the kitchen from this maze of a house. I walked over to the dinning room to see Hikaru and Kaoru eating their breakfast. Hikaru was wearing a black tank top and gym shorts, although they looked like simple clothes they must be designer. Kaoru was wearing a navy blue buttoned down silk pajama combo.

"Good morning," I sat down at their table in front of them and yawned. They were just staring at me, and their faces seemed slightly pink.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I said jokingly, knowing I had a huge bruise on the side of my face. I then looked down at the shirt. It kind of exposed my chest so I buttoned two more buttons. "What are you all eating for breakfast?" I peeked over at their plates.

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