Twice the love

Chapter Four

Kojuro:

Kotarou was acting weird through the entire day. He looked lost. I didn't know what exactly happened between him and Hazel,but all I knew was that he was jittery. Why? He wasn't telling me anything. He didn't even tell Grayson about it - he just walked up to his room and read all day. He even finished one of his Harry Potter books before dinner, Which he didn't eat. Grayson got worried about Kotarou, we both were. He made me run upstairs and check on Kotarou. When I saw him,he was reading The Bird.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"Nothing. " He said,flipping another page. I rolled my eyes. 

"What happened with you and Hazel? You never were the jittery one. "

"And You're a horrible detective. " Kotarou remarked.  "Nothing happened. "

Flip.

I shrugged and went to the bookcase. Looking at his large collection of books. He had them all organized in Alphabetical and chronological order. So I knew which set was which.  "Where is it? Where is it?"

I was looking at the Bs and pulled out his precious Grisha Trilogy set and threw them on the floor.  Moving on to the Divergent series and pulling that out. I can tell he was getting burning inside. Acting like he didn't care about those series -yet he cried when Tris and The Darkling died.

"Aha!  Cassandra Claire! " I said,pulling out Clockwork Princess and flipping through the pages.

"You better not...! " Kotarou was getting pretty angry. He was annoyed whenever someone touched his books - imagine someone misusing and throwing them down on the ground. I was getting under his skin.  He was taking off his glasses and setting them on the table along with his book. 

"You know, if this is supposed to be Tessa? Because if it is - Ooooh baby! " I said,before throwing the book on the ground. Along with the other clockwork whatever's. When I got to The Mortal Instruments, he was on edge now. Making his way to me. Then he punched me, attacking me over and over again. I couldn't block him.he was hitting me too hard. My back went against the wall,and he pulled my hair. I was making my way to the ground. I charged after him,picking him up and slamming him against the door. Getting a few punches in there,but he kept fighting.  "You little bitch! " He snapped out. Punching me over and over again.  "Why do you have to be so goddamn nosy?! " 

I curled myself into a ball and took his punches like a man. Not crying out or anything. 

"I was worried! " I screamed out. "You were talking to anyone! "

"So? " He said. "What does it matter?!"

"Because we always talked to each other!  Ever since you went to check on Hazel you went silent. Why?! "

We kept yelling at each other. This was the first big fight we ever had,and I didn't like it. We used to play play fight, neither of us intended to get hurt,but someone either got hit in the eye, or broke a new table. It took me a minute to realize that Kotarou slammed me into my guitar.  And also that Kotarou liked Hazel. He didn't have to say it - the hostility made it clear. 

"Kojuro...! "

I threw up my middle first finger and stormed out of the room.  Going to one of the guest rooms and spending the night there. Strangely enough,I found myself thinking about Hazel too.  Scary ,huh?

Hazel:

My day was horrible. I stayed in my room and played God of War until my thumbs got tired. After that I just laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I kept thinking about the twins - Kotarou and Kojuro. I didn't speak to Kojuro today, but Kotarou seemed nice. I couldn't help but blush Every time either of them looked at me - Kotarou especially. He was so stoic ,I wondered what he thinks about. Kojuro was very outgoing and cheerful, but Kotarou -it interested me. He interested me.

I heard a knock on the door and groaned. 

"Hazelle..! It's Ryan..! "

I know. I thought.  "Go away. Get some sleep."

He opened the door anyway. His face was flushed and his black hair wet and down his face, his blue eyes opened.  He just got out the shower. Padding into my room and sitting on the bed next to me. I kept my distance. 

"C'mon if were gonna live together,we have to get along. " He said, sounding like a spoiling brat. Oh,wait that's every day. 

"Define 'getting along' ." I told him. He ran his fingers through my hair and sat my head on his lap. I quickly got up,but then he held my shoulders and kissed me. He tasted like mint and smelled like fresh lemons.  He also shaved. His hands were down my waist and on my shirt - I pushed him off me, and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I brushed my teeth and used Listerine twice. Gurgling and spit. Gurgling and spit. I can hear him laughing and walking off.  When I got back to my bed, I laid there and looked at posters all around me. My anime posters.  Bleach and Naruto near my bed, Date  Masamune near my computer. And a Ishida Mitsunari plushie doll on my bed inches away from me. I sat up and grabbed my doll, holding it for protection. I couldn't sleep the entire night, so o just read another book until my eyes got tired. I was so afraid that the moment I fall asleep, Ryan would come back and actually do something.

The next day at school, I sat next to Kojuro in history class. Something was weird about him. He was always talkative with me. He'd ask me historical art related questions, and I tried to answer to the best of my knowledge - I wasn't the very best at Art History.  This time he was silent.  He would still talk,but not so much. The one time he took off his jacket,I saw bruises on his arms.

"What happened? " I asked. Touching his arm to get a better look at it. Kojuro moved his arm.

"Spider bites. " He said. I narrowed my eyes at him and he shook his arm away from me.

"I didn't know spiders bit that hard.  You should call The Exterminator or something. " I remarked adding sass to my tone.

"Not like you should care.. I mean it's none of your business. " He said.

"I'm sorry for acting concerned.  I guess I was just trying to return the favor.  "  I went back to my notes and kept writing.  I noticed Kotarou was silent to -and if one twin was pissed off, then the other was flaming right now. I can feel it. So I just left it alone.  Not talking to either of them, I just stayed in my own little world and read my books. I had no friends, I wasn't the social person. I really missed my old life -where I didn't have to worry about boys at all. I didn't have to be scared of boys,because I wasn't cute enough to date anyone. No one had a crush on me,because I had braces and big glasses and curly curly hair. I didn't care about being ugly, because being pretty was just too much work. I really wish mom was here,she would have something to say about this.

Kojuro:

I feel like such an asshole right now. The girl I always wanted was talking to me,and I brushed her off. All because I was so angry -because of her - I got these bruises. Because of Kotarou liking her, and not saying shit about it. I went to the library to take a nap; I can't see why other people can read in this place.  Grayson loves taking Kotarou to the library, because he finally had someone who enjoyed reading.  I never had anyone to draw pictures with -and I wasn't going to read a 500+ page book.  That's just too much. I just feel like even after I have a family, I still feel alone. So I draw on anything: paper, notebooks, walls, buildings (don't tell anyone I drew that picture of Jade from Mortal Kombat on the bookstore building just outside the mall,Kay?~) anything I can think of . Yet no one liked it -no one accepted it. So I just didn't care anymore, Kotarou can have both spotlights.

After signing into the library, I turned around and -saw Hazel. Her pretty face buried into her book, and she was sitting on the couch by the window.  I grinned. Forgetting the fact that she's sitting on the spot where I sleep, I just shrugged it off and laid on her lap.
Damn her thighs were soft and thick. Like pillows. 

She was looking confused, and I just put my finger over my mouth and slowly went to sleep.  If she was going to be in my spot,at least make yourself useful. I can hear her humming to herself, and before I knew it. I had my arms around her waist.  Whispering to myself. 

"....Sorry.."

I was surprised at how calm she was -most girls would push me away, and cuss me out. But Hazel was different, she probably wasn't in the mood to argue.  Not after what happened in class today.