((AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE D8))
It probably wasn't as weird to Ryoga Kamishiro as it would have been to anyone else. He had a twin, after all--fraternal, but still, it had to count for something. Not that he would ever want to make out with Rio, God... He could almost justify it as having his reflection come to life and feeling an uncontrollable urge to kiss and bite the fuck out of it.
Almost.
"Hard day at school, huh?"
It had been very, very difficult hiding his English-speaking, slightly nasally doppleganger from his sister, Yuma, and Yuma's horde of boy/girlfriends in denial. Lately he felt like he couldn't get any peace or time for himself. Literally.
"Just shut up and kiss me," Ryoga growled, his low almost gruff Japanese understood perfectly by the other somehow. There was a benefit to this--they had silently agreed that 'kissing' meant covering each other in bleeding bite marks. He sank his teeth into his reflection's exposed arm again, jacket sleeve yanked up to his shoulder.
Reginald Kastle winced faintly and noticeably blushed. They were the same mind about a lot of things, but Reginald seemed a lot more...innocent, which was surprising. He never once cussed, the closest thing to swearing for him being calling someone 'chicken.' Ryoga never bothered to ask why.
"You didn't answer my question." Reginald's eyes narrowed, maneuvering his leg between Ryoga's, identical dark fabric rubbing together to create torturous friction.
Ryoga yielded, sparing a moment to lick blood from his abnormally long incisors. "Does it matter? You've probably been through all the same things." Another silent agreement: don't talk about personal lives. It would just make things freakier--odd enough that this was giving a new meaning to masturbation.
"How'm I supposed to know?" Was it narcissistic to think that the slight pubescent crack in Reginald's voice was cute? "We never talk! All we do is...!" He hesitated again and clamped his mouth shut in frustration, as if he was physically incapable of uttering anything that would be caught by an American television censor. Why would Ryoga even make that comparison?
Stop thinking...just screw.
"Ryoga? Is there someone else in there?"
Both purple-clad teens froze where they were against the wall, two sets of blue eyes locking on the door. Praying that Rio wouldn't open it. "No!" Ryoga barked. "I'm just..." He scrambled for an excuse. Talking to friends came to mind, except that would have obviously been a lie. "...messing with the recorder on my D-Gazer," he finally said, light complexion turning a slight shade of red.
Reginald frowned at him. "D-Gazer?" he whispered. "You mean Duel Gazer?"
"Shhh!"
"...All right, just keep it down. I'm trying to finish some homework."
"Whatever," Ryoga muttered, and resumed pushing Reginald down on the bed.
Rio rolled her eyes as she heard this, going down the short hall and into her room, shutting the door behind her. An identical version of her sat on her bed in a hospital gown, bandages wrapped around her eyes.
"They don't suspect anything yet?"
Rio smirked and climbed onto the bed. "It's our brother."
"Good point."
((*THROWS SELF DOWN A SET OF STAIRS* i know you only asked for dapper but i couldn't resist! T^T))
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BLESS YOU! BLESS YOU! BLESS YOU! AS SOON AS I FINISH MY REVENGE FIC AND MY STATS NOTES I WILL WRITE EMPEROR BUT BLESS YOU
