chapter 2.

Yusuke was walking back to the hotel with Hisato and thought back to the attractive, friendly girl they had bumped into. Her name was Ayumi, and she was obviously Japanese. She also had an adorable voice, and had showed them around. He liked her because she wasn't a crazy fangirl trying to get his autograph, or a stalker, trying to look good in front of him. For once, he met a girl who treated him as if he was a normal human being, not a famous Jpop singer. He smiled just thinking about her. Hisato glanced at his brother, grinning like some kind of dumbo. He laughed to himself.

Ayumi was on an errand to get some food for her step-mother. Ayumi's real mother had died in an automobile accident when she was very young. Her father had married a new woman, that was very strict, and treated Ayumi cruelly. Ayumi cringed thinking about the severe beating she would get for being so late. Then she thought of the terribly cute guys she had met today. Twins they were, named Yusuke and Hisato Izaki, and she had shown them around, noticing the fact they were probably new to the area. They were pretty thankful, although she had only spent a little bit of time with them. She put on a straight face and started running to her apartment, with a plastic bag containing a box of dumplings.

She quietly slipped the key through the lock, and got ready for her punishment. Her step-mother was a tall woman, supposedly beautiful on the outside, but DEFINITELY not on the inside. Ayumi had lived 12 years of her life without a mother, and had lived perfectly fine, but just when Ayumi turned 15, right on her birthday, her father announced she would be getting a step-mother. Ayumi hadn't said anything, because she knew she had no right saying who or what her father should marry or do. So she had lived with her step-mother, and went through many harsh words and actions. She tried entering the house as quietly as a mouse, as to not make a noise, but as soon as she closed the door and looked up, there was her step-mother, hands crossed over her chest, sitting on a couch, feet tapping impatiently on the floor. Ayumi got ready, and apologized.