by KuroMike
A/N: Okay, hi people! Welcome to the first chapter of Amethyst Sky. I do not expect you to like this or anything; it's only done for fun. The story will be very Mary-sue-ish and is not very original but, as I have said, it's only for fun and my friend is the person who made up the plot (because I suck at thinking of one). A little word of warning: the ending will suck, so beware. My grammar also sucks, I'm trying to get my editor to actually do her job and edit but she was too lazy… tch. Constructive criticisms are welcomed, but you don't have to review, either way I don't really mind. Flames are banned, 'cause they're not nice, and because I don't care about them (for this story, anyway; my other stories, however, is a completely different matter). This is done only because it's a good and easy way for my friends to have access to my story.
Updates will be sporadic at best, but I will try to update at least once a month.
Anyway, have fun reading
Chapter One
The incessant wails of the electronic alarm jerked Kaine from the gentle embrace of slumber as he lay, curled up into a ball in the huge king-sized bed that dwarfed his slender figure, his wiry form all but buried underneath a heavy mess of royal blue covers. He ignored the piercing yell, in favour of trying to pull his awareness back into the tranquil reins sleep.
"Good Mornin', Saki-Kun!" (1) He was wrenched, yet again, out of his half-conscious state by the yell that echoed outside his door.
"Five more minutes…" he mumbled in an incoherent groan, rolling onto his side. He knew that his brother would hear the hushed whisper, despite the barrier in between them.
Light footsteps approached his room, followed by a diminutive click and the next thing he was aware of was the cold white tiles of the floor against his cheek.
Uttering a weary sigh, he turned over and glowered menacingly at the grinning face of his brother, Kaito, above him.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead" he said cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the pair of mismatched eyes glaring up at him, as he yanked the soft silk away from Kaine, nudging his brother's torso roughly with his foot. Thin limbs automatically arched at the abrupt alteration in temperature; a small high-pitched yelp escaped his lips.
Kaito's grin broadened as he gave another prod.
"Hey, get up already, Mr. World-wide-rock-star. Those rabid fangirls aren't going to wait for you forever, you know."
Heaving yet another sigh, Kaine stumbled onto his feet; his long fingers coiled around his bed frame, supporting his unstable legs. He reached out his other hand to clutch his brother's shoulder and stare up straight into Kaito's silver-grey orbs with half-open eyes.
"And that, my dear brother, is the exact reason why I loathe school so"
With that said, he proceeded to stagger drunkenly into the bathroom; Kaito's bark-like peals of laughter echoing off the walls behind him.
He padded nonchalantly down two floors of long winding staircase that led towards the first floor; stifling a tired yawn as he pulled on the navy blue jacket, a part of his school Uniform. The standardized attire consisted of a white cotton button-up, hanging loosely around his frame, aforementioned jacket and a pair of black trousers. To top it off, a sky-blue necktie was done slackly around his neck, not so much as to alert the student council but just enough to prevent it from suffocating him.
Kaito glanced up from his cooking to look at the bedraggled form of his brother emerging from the top of the mahogany staircase, a small smile of amusement flitting across his face at the sight of the usually composed Kaine reduced to an unkempt teenage boy. He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon into two white porcelain plates and carried them over to the table, setting them in front of his brother, who had plopped into the nearest chair available and proceeded to plunk his head down onto the table. Kaine let out a groan as the food was deposited in front of him, in which Kaito translated into a tired 'thank you'.
Kaito undid the knot that held together the apron behind his back and pulled it over his head, revealing a plain white button-up and light khaki trousers underneath. He folded it up and settled down into the chair next to Kaine's.
"You're welcome" he replied, putting his hands together in a prayer position and mumbling out a quiet 'Itadakimasu' (2) before picking up his knife and fork.
They weren't full Japanese, sure, but they still like to keep up the traditions, she had always drilled it into their brain, not letting them forget their lineage. They also were half-American, meaning they know how to properly use a knife and fork, but were equally efficient when presented with a pair of chopsticks. They knew both languages and more, but used English as their main language but sometimes spoke to each other in Japanese if they did not wish for anybody else to know what they were saying, or to occasionally use it as a wider range of insults.
A few seconds later another muffled grunt came from Kaine, who still had his head against the cold marble table. Pale fingers reached out for the correct utensils, coaxing out a small tick-mark on the corner of Kaito's brow, as he glared at his brother's antics in annoyance before bopping Kaine on the head with his fist.
"OW! Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow!" howled Kaine, clutching his head in agony; all traces of drowsiness wiped clean from his face. The tick mark on Kaito's brow grew bigger, as he smacked Kaine's head again, "Oh, stop being such a drama-queen. We both know it doesn't hurt!"
"It does!" cried Kaine, rubbing his head tenderly while glaring at his brother. Kaito snorted disbelievingly.
"And do it properly!"
Still mumbling angrily under his breath, Kaine put his hands together in the prayer position while shooting infuriated scowls at his brother, who glared right back at him, as if daring Kaine to argue. "Itadakimasu" he said, deliberately stressing each syllable. "Happy?" he asked before shoveling the food into his mouth gracelessly.
Kaito sighed wearily. 'I guess some things won't change even in a span of two centuries…' he mused, "Yeah, alright…"
The rest of the breakfast continued in relative peace; their small quarrel all but forgotten. Kaine glanced at his brother, eating neatly and slowly as opposed to him, who only did that in public.
Kaito Daniel Hawkes. That was his full name. Kaito was Japanese meaning 'ocean flying'. Kaine never knew why his parents named him that. Kaito's whole visage gave off a 'snowy' kind of look, but his 'warm and sunny' attitude melted his snowy features
Kaito had always been like that, kind but firm; being the older one of the two. He had to be responsible, especially after their parents had been…lost. They were both young then, way too young to be left without the alpha; Kaito had been forced to grow up rapidly.
But he was a fun-loving guy, nonetheless…who takes sadistic joy in torturing his brother. Kaito was the kind of guy who Kaine thinks, is a girl's dream-boy: good-looking, funny, kind, friendly, understanding etc. etc. His features were rather roundish, but not too much as to look fat, more of a 'cute' kind of round. But despite that, his face was still slender and defined; taking on an 'oval' shape. Wide, silver eyes would look up at you curiously, like an inquisitive puppy, the prime quality that made females scream "Awwwww…" The sparkly gray orbs would twinkle merrily at anyone and everyone, one of the traits that made him an approachable and charismatic person, but if one would take the time to look closer, they would make-out the pain and sacrifice hidden in the ash-like orbs.
He was tall, reaching a good 5'9 (180 cm). He wasn't burly but processed a significant amount of muscle. His hair was a rather…unnatural color to say the least. Silver locks, almost the same shade as his eyes, fell to the nape of his neck, brushing against his collarbone. The hair at the front was cut raggedly, forming some sort of fringe that framed his visage; two long tresses of grey were let loose to grow longer, surrounding the side of his face. Spiky, almost untamable hair seemed to run in the family; Kaito's was not an exception, even if his was to a lesser degree. The strands still maintained a neat and tidy look…but only with the help of hair gel. So if someone was to sneak into Kaito's room in the early morning, they would spy an afro of silver hair atop his head. Kaito was, however, an early riser, preventing this situation from ever happening to him.
Of course, it would be quite noticeable to see someone with silver-white hair walking around. So he made it to dye his roots black now and then, to make it seem as if he dyed his hair, rather than ageing prematurely. So with that, if one were to take notice of his eyebrows and lashes, they would either shake it off, or wonder if he was actually vain enough to dye them too.
Now that was Kaito… the almost-opposite his younger brother, Kaine Masaaki Hawkes.
Masaaki, a Japanese name given to him by his mother, arguing with his dad that since Kaito already had a first name in Japanese, Kaine should have his first name as a non-Japanese name. Masaaki means 'pleasing brightness'. He had often asked his mother why he had been named that, she only answered him with a small smile and carded through his hair with ever so gentle fingers.
"I want you to know, Saki-kun, that there will be a time where the darkness seems so overwhelming and hard, but I want you to stand through it. I want you to be the brightness that shines through the dark" she laughs lightly, bouncing him gently from where he was perched on her lap "and I want you to be the best of the best. A pleasing brightness in my life; my pleasing brightness" Her lips would brush against his forehead before she sang out an old lullaby.
"Hush little one, and dry those sad tears"
"Look forwards into the fading horizon"
"And don't give in to those angry sneers"
He snuggles in closer into her warm embrace.
"Smell those daises and watch those sparrows fly"
"Look on with those eyes of yours and"
"Don't let anyone ever make you cry"
His consciousness is slipping, dragging him into the reigns of sleep.
"Work on through the sweat and grime"
"From dawn 'till dusk, through night and day"
"And know that your efforts will be repaid in time"
There must've been more but he had never been awake long enough. He had never dared to ask her either, for fear of denial. So night after night he sat on her lap and listened, but he never heard it, always falling asleep before the end. And on that one night, she wasn't there to sing it to him anymore.
Kaine forcefully dragged himself out of the painful memory lane. Mother wanted him to be the sun, and Kaito, the moon that watches over the playful sun. But now it seemed the other way round, Kaito was the social one, the friendly while Kaine was the mysterious one, the one that seemed rather 'bad-ass' and rebellious.
He often wore black jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket whenever he wasn't in his school uniform, or when Kaito (his agent and manager) wasn't forcing him into something more 'sophisticated' he said.
Most of the time Kaine would retort back saying that he was a teenage rock-star and that there was no such thing as neat or sophisticated when he was out there, soloing on his electric guitar in front of thousands world-wide.
The other small part in which Kaito would actually succeed in sticking Kaine into one of those was either when he was going to a formal concert or party (Kaito was a total lifesaver then) or when they were hosting a small show with his classic guitar in front of a small crowd of close friends.
Another thing that runs in his family but only popping up in a few rare members was mismatched eyes; one will be one's natural color; the other would be another rather 'inhuman' color. Kaine's right eye, normally hidden away by flat-grey contact lenses, were bright amber, fading away into an orange near the bottom of the retina; he changed them every four hours in school, but in concerts which usually lasts for hours on end, he wore a plain silk eye-patch in its place to hide it away. He actually became quite popular and well-known because of it. His left eye-the one with the natural color- was nearly the same shade as Kaito's, but while Kaito's grey resembled a sparkly winter-wonderland, Kaine's resembled a stormy sea grey, like the sky in the middle of a heavy storm. Both mesmerizing, almost alluring, in its depth yet cold and hard when provoked
His hair was somewhat of a spoiler for his 'bad-boy' look though. A peculiar shade of reddish-brown colored the locks, not quite maroon, like a more reddened shade of maroon-red. A rare shade indeed, but unlike his brother, it was in no way unnatural. The tresses were cropped short, exposing his neck and ears, but spiking upwards and growing longer near the top part of his head. He liked short hair. Sure, you can't shake it around while playing guitar, but he was never that kind of person anyway.
Again, Kaine was also pretty tall for his age, but by no means as tall as his brother. He stood at 5'4 (167 cm) at his current age, having just turning 16 in last month. He had a slim build, very wiry and lean, but was leaning slightly towards the 'a-little-too-thin' side. His features were defined, sharp and angular, thin and slender, not rounded off like Kaito's.
This also made him the most popular guy in school. Just because he doesn't show a reaction to the fact didn't mean that he was totally oblivious to it. At first it was just his looks, but as he grew up and became extremely popular in the entertainment section, and became known world-wide, his popularity had sky-rocketed. His dark looks and muscular visage only served to make girls swoon, but never dared to approach him. Unlike his brother, Kaine was slightly anti-social and found it hard to trust anyone.
And unlike his brother, Kaine was most definitely not a morning person.
He stifled yet another yawn as he finished his breakfast, it was that night again and he was feeling unusually tired because of it.
"You've got a concert at the Stadium again today, Mickey said to be there at four pm, sharp" said Kaito casually, as he picked up his plat to dump it in the dishwasher.
Kaine looked up at Kaito sharply,
"What?"
"Concert, Stadium, four pm, sharp; Alec's picking you up, don't be late, Mickey's scary when she's mad" Kaito shuddered.
Kaine winced. It was true; Mikayla Wards (Or Mickey, as the crew has so lovingly nicked-named her) had a horrendous temper when coming to tardiness; once was more than enough of a warning for the two brothers when faced with Mickey's wrath. But despite that, she was a lovable girl and was one of the few people that Kaine held with actual respect.
"B-but, it's tonight"
"I know; it'll be over before eight, eight thirty at the latest. It's not that big a concert."
Kaine breathed out a sigh of relief. He should've known better than to doubt Kaito with this kind of stuff. He stood up to dump his plates into the dishwasher after brushing off all the non-existent crumbs on his shirt.
"Really, how you keep eating like you've been deprived of food for five years and still not get a single thing on your clothes or mouth, remain a complete mystery to me…"
Kaine grinned at his brother lopsidedly, showing parts of his extra-sharp canines. "What can I say?" he said with a shrug, laughter twinkling in his usually cold eyes, "its talent".
Kaito playfully punched Kaine's shoulder, "Yeah, right…" he said, incredulity sifting through his tone. Kaine frolicked playfully out of the way, sticking his tongue out at Kaito teasingly.
"You...!"
Kaito pointed an accusing finger at him, trailing off but his silver eyes were alight with unclaimed threats.
"Bye, Kai!"
Kaine shouted over his shoulder as he made a rush to grab his black-leather, school assigned bag and raced out the door.
A/N Done! Chapter one, completed and finished. Hope you guys enjoyed it :) the next chapter won't be up any time soon because the exams are coming up and I won't have time… sad. Maybe in a month, no idea when the exams will end though :(
–Kun: an honorific used in Japan. Mr. ,junior, boy. Usually used at the end of a boy's name to show familiarity or endearment/affection. Also used by some men with friends and when addressing someone of lower rank or yonger.
Itadakimasu いただきます: expression of gratitude before meals
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