Chapter one.

  "FUCK!"
  For the third time that week, Riku had stumbled into the bathroom at 6:45, pulled off his pyjamas and stepped into the shower. Each time, as he was accustomed to, he turned on the shower and turned the temperature knob left. Doing this in his old bathroom meant he could have a refreshing, lukewarm shower. However in this new house, it meant receiving severe burns to the back and being painfully brought out of his drowsy state.
  "Damn shower." He mumbled to himself.
  Fully awake, he adjusted it to the right temperature and washed his hair.
Everything about this new place, Riku hated. If it wasn’t the shower it was that he kept getting lost in the small city his mother liked to call their house. He figured he would be used to it after a week, but he still always walked into the wall outside the living room on the way to the kitchen. He missed home badly. He hadn’t really forgiven his father for making them move out here. “It’s and excellent job opportunity son!” Was the answer he got ever time he asked why they had to leave. But still, he was going to have to live here for the rest of his teenage years at least so he had decided to stop moaning and get over it.
  He stepped out and brushed his shoulder length platinum hair, whilst wrapping a fresh towel around his waist. His hair gleamed in the mirror from the dim light overhead. Walking back into his room he glanced at his calendar.
  "You've got to be freaking kidding me," he snarled through clenched teeth. Today was Saturday. He had gotten up at quarter to seven to shower; On a Saturday. He thought it was Friday and had dressed for his early morning run. He was trying to get into a routine of getting up this early as school would start on Monday.
  He grabbed a pair of black baggy jeans, pulling them on over new Calvin Klein boxers. On his way out the door, he pulled on a sleevless, yellow training shirt. He started down the stairs, carefully avoiding walking into the wall.
Still fuming about beng up early, he reached the kitchen, his pale features twisted into a very unflattering scowl. He noticed his blonde haired sister sitting at the breakfast bar, reading the paper. Her eyes zoomed left to right, a pen dangling from her mouth. Riku opened the fridge, gaining her attention. Her dark blue eyes studied him intently before she spoke.
  "What are you doing up?" They said in unison.
  "I asked you first," they chorused again.
  "It was mom and dad's first day of work and I wanted to see them off." Namine mumbled, returning to her crossword.
  "Oh. Right." Riku replied. He had forgotten today was their first day at the firm.
  "Well I thought it was Friday so I got ready for running," he said furrowing his brow. Naminé looked up and bit her cheeks, fighting the urge to laugh.
  "Oh." She looked back down at the paper, her back shaking slightly with silent laughter.
  "Hey, shut up!" he whined. His stomach growled and he turned to Namine with the perfect subject change. "You eaten yet?"
  "Uh uh," Naminé replied, still reading.
  "Well, looks like we're going out for breakfast, so get dressed," he said closing the fridge. After searching for something to eat, he realised that there was nothing worth looking twice at in the house.
  "Oh!," she squeaked. "Can we go somewhere nice? I want to meet some people! Because technically, we have no friends here, Ri."
"Yeah whatever. Just get ready," he replied. He didn't really care, he just wanted to eat. She clapped her hands together and ran from the room, scurrying up stairs to get ready.
                                                  
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The sun had fully risen as Riku and Naminé crossed the threshold of their house heading for Riku's brand new BMW.
  "Where to lit-" He stopped short as he noticed two girls sitting on the window sill of the house directly opposite. Damn, was the only word Riku could process at the time. One had shoulder length, reddy-brown hair and the other quite short, chocolate brown, spiky hair. Riku suddenly got the feeling he would enjoy living here.
He studied the girls. They wore only pyjamas and were talking so intently, the didn't notice Riku staring at them. Namine, however, did.
  "God, I'd really like to go eat if someone would put their eyes back in!" She growled, half laughing at her brother, half agitated because she was really hungry.
  "What? Yeah, sorry. Let's go."
  They stepped into the silver car. Riku pulled on his seatbelt, still staring at the girls on the window. Namine cleared her throat and he hastily shoved the keys into the igniition. He revved the engine before pulling out of the drive and speeding out of the cul-de-sac.
                                
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