Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Sibling Rivalry ❯ Akira ( Chapter 3 )

Sibling Rivalry

A note from Baka no Miko: Hi! This is Akira's chapter. So, it's still third person, but it's someone observing Akira, instead of the twins.

Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Watase Yuu. I case you haven't noticed, my name is not Watase Yuu (although she also likes Tomo-chan).

Akira Roberts was normally a very interesting boy. He enjoyed watching manga, especially Escaflowne (for some reason Folken* had always been his favourite character) and his Caucasian looks were unusual in his small home town in Japan. However, right at the moment his sapphire eyes were closed and his straw-like hair was in a ponytail that was hidden behind his head

He was, in fact, fast asleep.

Unfortunately for the exhausted Akira, this wasn't to be for long.

"Eew, Mum, I'm not eating airipane food!" a little boy's whiny voice said from behind him mispronouncing the word `aeroplane' childishly, waking Akira from a dream filled sleep. He gave the boy an exasperated stare that somehow ended up cold and frightening. The child was quiet in an instant, then started crying loudly. His mother gave the back of Akira's head (he had quickly turned around when he realised his mistake) an angry glare.

"I didn't mean to scare your child," the blonde teenager said quietly, noticing that she had been staring. The mother turned around and looked at him again.

"Well, don't look at him like that!" she yelled.

"I apologise," said Akira sincerely. He often scared young children, he supposed it was his cold, icy eyes that did it.

"Well, it's not much good, is it?" the mother snapped, turning around to comfort her child.

Akira felt that sometimes he wasn't much good at anything, especially relating to people. He tended to scare people, or be too cold. He certainly didn't mean it, and he was sure that he wasn't a cold person. But, then again, he certainly wasn't a particularly warm person either. He sighed, he wouldn't be able to sleep again now. He decided to try and think over his dream again.

It was a recurring one, and he couldn't figure it out at all. He was always in a tent, and there was always another man there, a tall man with the strangest outfit he'd ever seen in his life, an odd looking robe-like garment in black, gold and red, with huge stripes of brightly coloured make-up on his face. The other man seemed angry with the Akira in the dream, and was yelling something that Akira never remembered. It was the conversation that Akira wanted to remember, seeing as it was an important part of the dream. The funny thing was, the dream was so realistic. He looked like an adult, sure, and his clothes were nearly as strange as the other person's, a an odd blue cloak with what seemed to be green claws fastening it to his shoulders covering something light blue underneath, but everything seemed real, as though it was honestly happening and, unlike his usual dreams, it was coloured. Akira was unlucky, he never dreamt in colour.

After having the dream at least six or seven times, Akira had reasoned that it had to mean something. But none of the books on dreams he had taken out from the library had said anything about suddenly dreaming in colour.

After another long four hours of plane flight, there was finally an announcement awaking Akira from a much more normal dream.

"We are heading towards Sydney airport, please make sure your seat belts are done up for your own safety," the airhostess said nasally. Akira was immediately reminded of the person who announced events at his school over the PA system, and fought the urge to laugh at the idea of fussy, grumpy old Ibuki-san ever travelling on an aeroplane in her silk kimono, which she insisted on wearing every day to "hold up a national identity". He snorted, and the businessman in front of him turned to glare.

"Sorry," he said quietly. He was glad the trip was over. His school peers seemed to be happy too, they were busy yelling and screaming ever louder than before. The teacher, Ri-sensei was trying and failing to calm them down. She seemed a little ruffled by their antics. Akira could hardly blame her, the students at his school were rowdy at the best of times.

"Urusai!" she yelled, and all the students were quiet at once. "Look out the window," she said in Japanese. "There's a great view." Akira looked, and found himself quite interested. The city looked quite funny, as though it were a model. The moving cars looked like little toys, and the tall buildings were all like the one he had once made from Lego as a child.

As the plane descended, everything got bigger and bigger until finally they made a bumpy, stomach-churning landing on the runway. A few students kept their aeroplane sick bags as a memoir. Akira, feeling incredibly nervous, got out of the plane, and walked over to the baggage handling area with his teacher and the other students. He took his bag from a man in an orange jacket, who was trying not to laugh. Akira's mother had made sure there was a nice embarrassing picture of him on the bag, so he couldn't take the wrong one. He saw all the families waving and talking away. One pair of teenagers, a boy and girl, were fighting for the best seat near the window, their parents looking annoyed.

"I hope that's not my family," a girl muttered.

Akira walked through the door, and to his dismay, the teacher led him over to the noisy family.

"Hello," he said, in heavily accented English. "My name is Akira. I'm pleased to meet you."

"I'm Tobias," the boy with long charcoal hair said, smiling.

"I'm Mia," his sister said at the same time, pushing Tobias out of the way. "Ignore my brother, he's an idiot," she stage whispered.

"I heard that! My sister's wrong, she's the idiot," the boy called Tobias said from behind Mia.

"Oh, shut up, opera boy!" Mia said angrily.

"Cow!"

"Opera boy!"

"Slut!"

"Nerd!"

"Shut up, both of you!" yelled the woman with red hair, presumably the sibling's mother. "Hello, dear, I'm Mrs. Henderson," she said warmly to slightly weirded-out Akira. "Those two are my twin children, they're always like that. You learn to put up with it." Akira smiled at her.

"I should be OK," he said, not wanting to upset the kind woman. The two twins scared him a little, their arguments seemed so familiar. Deja vu, that's what it's called, thought Akira. He didn't like the feeling one little bit. The more he looked at the twins, the more familiar they seemed. But he'd never met anyone like them in his life. It was all very strange.

*In case you've never seen Escaflowne, Folken is a tragic character, on the evil side almost by accident. He's a Chief Strategist of an empire. So, he's a little like Nakago.

Another note: Well, that's Akira's arrival for you. The twins are already showing a bit of rivalry for his attention, ne? Tell me what you think, I listen to most (flames are ignored) feedback.