Perfect Poison

CHAPTER 1.

IDOL. A person of immaculate power whom you aspire to become. No matter the cost,which can turn you insane.

My sleep filled eyes peeled open to absorb the dim light of my crystal chandelier.
It twinkles of minuscule aqua blue sapphires and cerise tinted glass in the shape of a snowdrop, the definition of enchanting.

"Morning." I beamed at my jewels. I greeted my  it every day since noone else gives a shit about me, also to test how difficult it is to greet a inanimate object considering Kiro says its exhausting to greet someone every day. Kiro's my dad, by the way. Uptight and out of sight, but he's a great listener when he isn't in his office all day, or abroad.

He owns a couple of hospitals around Japan,  we have permanent residency status in this country thanks to him.

Thanks to both my grandfather and perhaps great grandfather, We are,  what they call here, Zainichi,  a distinct group from South Korean who have emigrated to Japan after the end of the world war. 1945 sure wasn't exactly blooming with sunshine and flowers, i can tell you that.

It's a amazing thing that my ancestors were able to make a name for themselves here, considering the unfortunate circumstances. But when life give you lemons, i suppose you make medicine. That's what ji woo hospital is all about.

The most ironic thing about such humble beginnings, is that they never progress with humble descendants.

You see, my family isn't exactly average wealthy. Imagine having come from Old money while also living a new money lifestyle due to  new company deals  and brand ambassador deals. Perhaps it was due to my tireless modelling career from young, maybe the fact that i am off mixed heritage, but there were one main factor in this home that raised our ranks, simulation. Our family lifestyle is so westernized that i'd be sure a white man didn't just throw us on my parents doorstep with snacks and a bottle of milk. Oh, i said us, didn't i?

well there's a reason for that,

"Get up,brat."

A broad figure stands over me, their murky brown uniform fashionably creased dyed, dishwater blonde hair scraggly racing past the neckline and a  silver rolex polished to perfection on their wrist.
Ayato. my brother. Yes, my brother changed his original korean name, perhaps so he could conform to Japan's locals. He calls it change, i call it Sell out.
"Wow,didn't see u there, no wonder my morning had started so promising."
Ayato just snorted. "Watch it." He warned. I swiveled my head to face him entirely.

This is new. His attire isn't thrown all over the place, he actually styled up instead of down."you look nice." A sheepish expression hung across his face. "I'm glad, Maya deserves to look at something good."

His natural hoarse voice  actually softened at her name. I cut my eyes at him like they do on Tv.

"I take it back, you look like a fuckboy."

"Oh for the love of-" Ayato paused abruptly before asking. "What are you wearing today?" What should he care. "Something...colorful."  he glares at me blankly.

Accessories are quite special at our academy each of us sporting the casual yet expensive jewelry of and  Tiffany's and Tai Fook only some of us can afford. Even the boys wear earrings and whatnot.

It shows your level of standards and our hierarchy is yet to perform anything under 12000 yen.

I personally have a eye for a good set of jewlery so this school is just up my street!

Ayato's already out the door his voice beckoning to me. "Whatever you do, don't touch my buccellati bracelet."

Quite a surprise he noticed , I've had my eye on that piece for weeks now.

Zzz. huh?

i scooped over the end of the mattress to find my cell doing the Harlem snake.Rachel was calling.  Rachel Magoro former friend in my previous school year, a blasian  beauty with a schedule tighter than my spandex.

she has to be up by 5.30 each day to fufill her duties as the head of the household. Her parents are on Buisness vacation and 3 siblings under 9 can't take care of themselves. So why is she calling me? 

seconds later a voicemail came in

."Call me, it's urgent, please."

yeah ok.

i whipped my head under my sweet scented sheets for protection. I don't  deal with anyone who gets up  before 7.30.

My alarm clock thinks overwise.

First day of school. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.

I felt conflicted. Should i stay warm inside these ruffled satin sheets or bear the consequences of skipping?

I snuggled deeper into my soft duvet.
Half an hour never hurt anyone.

"Your coming to school with me brat, get up."  You wanna bet?

i slid my hand down my  satin pockets to a  miniscule brown controller smooth as an egg, unsquashed as always. "Boys." i chided  into the speaker "You know what to do ." It's just  a matter of seconds until "LET FO OF ME! SERENE! SERENE!" Yep , the guards got him.

I have have personal security, not manhandled unfairly, but they do great justice at  house arrest, i will admit i do love my brother, sometimes. "Looks like your restraint order is back." i giggled.

He's not allowed his own guards due to his scandalous past, no, not body guards, literally your own toys to use as entertainment, get you what you want , do what you want.

I myself had Kiro and that Hawk of a mother get me my own . I'm inclined to rub Ayato's misfortune  it  his pretty  little face whenever possible.

and why the hell not? it gets his attention more than  anyone else around these parts.

But trust me i don't have much family to begin with,It doesn't truly bother either me or Ayato, since we're super close, i won't have any cute  rich chick

{Like Someone previously mentioned} get in between us, no matter what.

So, what should i do about school?