• Title: Twins Unite
    As told by: Cia Yazaki


    When slavery became full bloom, we were birthed into a world of hate. Or, it seemed to be the case.
    No one understood each other nor cared for each other. They treated one another like tools for manual labor.
    Deep in this world of savage behavior, somehow I'm attached to someone that will listen to my emotions and will listen to my thoughts. That person is Tohru Yazaki, my sister. She's the only person that understood me and would attempt to help me in every way she possibly could.


    My sister is not physically with me, oh no. She's inside me, inside my heart, inside my head, and inside my very soul.


    I'm sure you think I'm a complete nutter, so I'll explain a little further about my sibling and how we became a single person among many.

    As I repeatedly said, the world is full of negative people. In the mix of negativity, we were created. I was born first on April 17, 1830 in a strange hospital that still reminds me of a Juvenile school. Two days later, my sister was born.

    But when she was coming into the light of earth, she came to be deformed. With a heart so small, she was dieing as quickly as she had entered our world. Her breathing sounded like dragging chains, and her skin appeared so pale that she'd match a vampires completion.

    The doctors tried endlessly to save Tohru, and all of them failed until a tall figure came to them with a deadly solution. The doctors flat out lied to our parents about the type of surgery they were performing on her. They told fake information, they told them it was urgent that they stayed in the hospital for a couple of days.

    In the nights my family stayed, one doctor would come to get me and take me to my sister. I'm still not sure what the hospital was plotting, but I knew something was wrong. I'd cry to my parents in the hopes they'd hear, but they didn't come.

    On the last night, which was a week after our birth, the doctors told my parents what was happening. Naturally, they flipped out. Curse words flew, and perhaps a attempted punch that didn't make contact with a doctors face.

    As for me, I felt that I wasn't alone even though my sister was no longer viewable to me or anyone else. Cuing erupted within my skull; cuing of a familiar little baby.

    Using dark magic, the figure that instructed the hospital on what to do, saved our lives. Though there is no body for Tohru, she still had a chance to exist.

    Years have passed since our mysterious savior came to us. We now work, go to school, and try to fit in where ever is possible in the crowds.
    Our efforts started to grow in vane. At least five times were we sent to a medical hospital for talking out loud to each other.

    Even then, Tohru still tried her best to be liked by people who clearly despised her for who she was.

    Tired of it, I sought someone who would have to listen to us, someone who would have to accept us! That person would be a slave.
    Though I loathed the idea of owning a human being, I purchased one for my sister. This way, she wouldn't be alone. This way, she'd have someone besides me to talk to.

    Taking a couple days, we searched through every cage in every market until we stopped in front of a young man that appeared to be part fox. He silently stared back at us with a somewhat sad and hateful expression. Despite his anger, somehow Tohru felt this man was the person we needed in our lives. Without asking me if I wanted him in our house hold, she purchased him.