Twin Sister Moondancer by Anonymous


                                            >"Okay, finally in the back row we have..."

                                            >Oh no!

                                            >You can feel your stomach doing flips.

                                            >Heart pounding in your chest.

                                            >"Moon Dancer. Tell us a bit about yourself" The teacher says cheerfully.

                                            >The first three classes you've been lucky and haven't had to do this but that has ended now.

                                            >You grip the edge of your desk as you feel the judging stares of everyone looking at you.

                                            >You try to speak but the first sounds to come out are quivering with nerves.

                                            >It's just a simple introduction, you can do this.

                                            >You can do this.

                                            >Just do this!

                                            >"...Moondancer?"

                                            >The heat rising on your cheeks flares into an inferno of embarrassment.

                                            >How long has it been since they called on you?

                                            >Have you just been sitting here in awkward silence all this time?

                                            >You suck in a deep breath and grit your chattering teeth.

                                            "M-my name is M-Moon Dancer", you finally manage to eke out the words.

                                            >"Sorry, I can't quite hear you from up front. Can you speak a little louder?"

                                            >JUST!

                                            >You open your mouth and before you can muster the words you are cut off by the ringing of the lunch bell.

                                            >"Oop, I guess that's time. Don't worry Moondancer, I'm sure we'll all get to know each other over the coming weeks anyway. Everyone remember to start reading through chapter 1 of your textbooks, we'll be hitting the ground running this semester so it's important to stay caught up!"

                                            >Her words trail away as you are the first one out of the door and into the hallway.

                                            >You breathe a quick sigh of relief but quickly find yourself feeling nervous again as the hall starts to get more crowded with students all going to the cafeteria.

                                            >Crystal Prep was supposed to be smaller than public school you were told, why are there so many people here?!

                                            >"Ah hey wait up!" you hear distinctly among the chatter and shuffle of bodies.

                                            >None of your business, you're just eager to get away from everyone.

                                            >"Moondancer right? Wait up!"

                                            >Wait what?

                                            >You jump in response to your own name being called and swivel your head left to right.

                                            >It's a gentle tug on your backpack that makes you quickly spin around and you find yourself face to face with a girl who was in your last class.

                                            >She looks kind of like the best friend character in the latest Dragon Batter game.

                                            >"Whew, you move quick huh?" she says with a light giggle.

                                            >You fidget with the strap of your backpack a little and avoid her gaze.

                                            "I um... am s-super hungry is all."

                                            >Definitely not running away from public speaking and also this suffocating sea of students or anything nope!

                                            >She laughs, "Well do you mind if I join you then?" she says as she starts walking past you.

                                            >Why would she join you?

                                            >Is this some kind of set up?

                                            >It is, isn't it?

                                            >Just like they did to Blossom in the Queen of Volley anime!

                                            "S-sure" you respond amidst the torrent of thoughts.

                                            >Why are you like this?


                                            >You let your feet carry you forward, following behind this girl whose name you didn't attempt to learn.

                                            >"I saw the notebook you were using in class, it's O-Ki-Dai isn't it?"

                                            "H-huh? Y-you know about O-Ki-Dai?"

                                            >She blows a raspberry, "I dunno maybe you should ask my gryph-swarm deck if I know about O-Ki-Dai."

                                            >Could she be cultured like you are?

                                            "I um, prefer Uni-Control the most."

                                            >"Oof, that's an instant trip to the negative zone right there."

                                            >A giggle-snort escapes your throat and you quickly try to cover it up with a cough.

                                            "W-well at least my deck doesn't get slapped by big stick mino-beatdown decks."

                                            >This elicits a full on chuckle from the girl beside you as you both enter the cafeteria.

                                            >You swap card banter back and forth through the line with Lemon Hearts, her name you know now after she introduced herself again.

                                            >"Ooh, let's eat outside. It's nice today." she says nodding for the big double doors opposite the entrance, "So, you're new here right?"

                                            >You nod as she pushes the doors open and you follow behind.

                                            >It's not until an awkward moment passes where neither of you say anything that you realize she didn't see you nodding.

                                            "Oh, uh, y-yeah I'm new."

                                            >She hums in acknowledgment and comes to a stop in the middle of the courtyard.

                                            >Her head swivels around, observing the area.

                                            >You glance around a little bit too, but the sun is catching on your glasses and making it a little hard to get a good look around.

                                            >"Ooh, c'mon I see a spot!" she says pacing quickly towards a bench you didn't see at first because of the glare.

                                            >It's obscured a bit by a bush and shadowed by an outcropping of the wall nearby.

                                            >In other words it's actually perfect!

                                            >You and Lemon sit at the bench and you let out an audible sigh.

                                            >Lemon Hearts giggles and you feel a light blush forming on your face as she watches you.

                                            >"Okay so, with you being new and all lemme give you the rundown of things."

                                            >Thankfully she didn't comment on how nervous you are around people, or she didn't notice.

                                            >"Uh HELLO! We're walking here?"

                                            >You were turning your head to scan for the source of the loud voice when the even louder clatter pinpoints you to the source.

                                            >You see a group of five girls surrounding some guy who now has what looks to be mac n' cheese stuck to his shirt and a tray of more food scattered on the floor in front of him.

                                            >"Oops! Guess you should be more careful and stay out of people's way huh?" one of the girls says while the others close in giggling in response.

                                            >The guy scurries back into the cafeteria causing all the girls to erupt into laughter.

                                            >You hear a hiss from beside you, "Yeah... I guess they saved me the trouble of having to point them out. Look, I said a rundown of things when really I should've said 'the one rule of Crystal Prep'."

                                            >You gulp nervously.

                                            "W-which is?"

                                            >"Don't EVER cross paths with the Shadowbolts."


                                            >You look on as the Shadowbolts settle themselves in by the fountain, talking among themselves.

                                            >One of them brushes their hair while another picks at the salad on her tray.

                                            >You try committing them to memory but then one of them raises their head up looking around your direction.

                                            >Ohgodohnoplease.

                                            >You don't dare raise your head in their direction again and instead start to poke at the... meatloaf? You didn't want.

                                            >You said potatoes but the lunch lady didn't hear you right so now you've got this...

                                            >"So, Where are you from?"

                                            "Manehattan."

                                            >"Wow! That's pretty far right? Can't even see your friends on the weekend or anything when you're that far huh?"

                                            "Uh y-yeah. Yeah my friends uh... it totally sucks."

                                            >"Well, there's an LGS real close to the school, pretty good about price too. So you don't have to go very far to find people to play with."

                                            "Really?"

                                            >"Yeah, it's like a 10 minute walk? Do you wanna go together after school?"

                                            "I would but... I have to go home with my brother."

                                            >She tilts her head, "Oh, you've got a brother here too?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"Older or younger?"

                                            "Technically younger but... we're twins."

                                            >"WHOA THAT'S SO COOL!"

                                            >She sets her tray down on the bench and stands up to look around, "Where is he? There's enough room on the bench."

                                            >You clear your throat.

                                            "He's uh, not on our lunch schedule. He's a senior."

                                            >Lemon turns around with a confused expression on her face.

                                            >"Whu- but you're twins right?"

                                            "It's a long story..."

                                            >It's not actually.

                                            >But it is extremely shameful.

                                            >You got held back a year after having a nervous breakdown at your old school so your parents moved you and your brother to Crystal Empire so you wouldn't have to face anyone from there again.

                                            >Lemon shrugs, "Well, does he play?"

                                            >You shake your head.

                                            >He used to, until you all had to move away from Manehattan.

                                            >Now he barely talks to you...

                                            >"Rats, if we could get another player that would make it easy to split a box and do a draft game."

                                            >You both continue to eat and talk about O-Ki-Dai, the meta and some of the jank decks you've both put together.

                                            >Lemon adds your number to her phone.

                                            >[Don't forget to send me pictures of your Wax Wings card, if you're right about the condition it's in I might seriously consider buying it off you ;P

                                            >You smile at your phone which is currently hidden by your propped up textbook.

                                            >Even though you had to introduce yourself again in one other class the rest of the day passes by stressfully but enough that you only needed to hide in the bathroom once to get through it.

                                            >The final bell of the day rings and you quickly weave your way through the various groups of students and slow walkers until finally you are back outside in front of the school.

                                            >You find a quiet spot by the gate that's got shade and watch as people filter out of the school.

                                            >Your phone buzzes and the Mareio 1-UP sound jingles in your pocket.


                                            >[Where are you?

                                            >You quickly tap out a response to your brother.

                                            >A bit of unease settles in your stomach.

                                            >Ever since then... you and him haven't been as close.

                                            >It'd be more accurate to say it's like you've become roommates more than siblings.

                                            >You don't blame him for being mad.

                                            >Because of you everyone had their lives uprooted.

                                            >Mom had to go back to work too because Dad had to take a lower paying job out here.

                                            >And Anon had to leave all his friends behind.

                                            >Almost as if on cue, you spot your brother coming out of the school entrance getting fistbumped on his shoulder by someone wearing a letterman jacket.

                                            >And he's surrounded by other guys in jackets too.

                                            >You can't hear what he's saying but he's talking and laughing along with them.

                                            >Anon was always very good around people.

                                            >The joke at home is that he got mom's charm while you got dad's brain.

                                            >You see Anon catch your eye and you can't help but flinch.

                                            >It's subtle but you've known him all your life so you catch the small change in his face.

                                            >The way the edges of his lips curl downward as he meets your gaze.

                                            >You again feel a sting of shame and fidget with your backpack strap.

                                            >He starts walking towards you when the guys around him nudge him and nod towards the parking lot.

                                            >Anon shakes his head and motions to the gate on the opposite side from where you are.

                                            >The guys all nod and one of them does a mid five with your brother before they part ways and Anon starts walking in your direction.

                                            >You suck in a nervous breath and walk forward to meet him.

                                            >"Hey." he says flatly.

                                            >You hum in acknowledgement.

                                            >"You uh, how were your classes?" he asks, something you weren’t expecting.

                                            "O-okay. It's a little tougher but I've got the benefit of seeing it all before s-so..." you trail off hoping you can make light of things a little.

                                            >Anon grunts.

                                            >Or maybe not.

                                            >You walk in silence with your brother up to the trolly station.

                                            >Mom and dad got a house in walking distance of the trolly so while you could walk the whole way home it's easier and faster to just wait for the trolly since it comes by pretty quick and it's free to ride.

                                            >You browse a bit on your phone until you hear the distinct bell of the trolly approaching.

                                            >When it comes to a stop you wait for everyone getting off to leave and start to go up the steps.

                                            >Start to and completely fail to as you were fidgeting with putting your phone back in your pocket while stepping up and totally undershot the step.

                                            >Your foot kicks the middle of the step and you accidentally push yourself backwards.

                                            >A squeak escapes your lips but before gravity completely overtakes you, you feel a firm weight around your waist and mid back.

                                            >"Watch your step" Anon huffs.

                                            >He half embraces half hoists you up the rest of the steps before letting you go once you're both at the top.

                                            >You feel an embarrassed blush flood your cheeks as you wobble your way over to an open seat and plop yourself down onto it.


                                            >Your head goes low to the point that your chin tucks itself into your turtleneck sweater.

                                            >A shadow lingers over you and a quick glance confirms it to be Anon taking hold of the hand hold above and standing by you.

                                            >He has his phone out and is absently browsing it.

                                            >"You two are very cute together you know?"

                                            >Wh-wha?!

                                            >You look across the aisle to the source of the voice and see an older lady looking between you both.

                                            >She chuckles to herself, "Good on you young man for catching her like that. I was the klutzy one too and my dear Pine Sap was there to catch me every time."

                                            >Oh.

                                            >Oh no.

                                            >She thinks you and Anon are...

                                            >She winks at you, "Having someone with good reflexes and strong arms like that is important for gals like us no?"

                                            >You chuckle nervously and nod.

                                            >No way do you have the courage to correct her.

                                            >The old lady looks you and Anon up and down, "Ahh, Crystal Prep. That's right school just started didn't it?"

                                            >Anon hums in acknowledgement but doesn't look up from his phone.

                                            >She turns her head to look up at him, "Are you on the football team?"

                                            >He puts his phone in his pocket and turns to face the older woman, "No, but I was talking to some of the members in my classes actually and was thinking about trying out."

                                            >His face has softened than the one he was wearing when looking through his phone, the old lady lights up as he converses with her.

                                            >"I only ask because you look the type. Broad shouldered like you are."

                                            >Your brother chuckles politely, "I actually used to be on the swim team at my old school but there isn't one here it seems."

                                            >Anon and the old lady talk for a bit longer until her stop comes and he helps her down the steps.

                                            >You watch as she digs through her small purse for a moment and holds up some money, "Thank you for entertaining an old lady on her daily outing. You and your little girlfriend enjoy a shake on me eh?"

                                            >"O-Oh, no. I couldn't take your mon-"

                                            >She slaps the money into his hand and closes it around the bill for him, "Now now, I insist. Do it for me and Piney will you? You both remind me so much of us..."

                                            >Anon nods and she pats his closed hand before turning her head to look up at you through the window with a wrinkled smile on her face.

                                            >You fidget nervously as Anon climbs back on board and takes a seat opposite you where the old lady was sitting.

                                            >You don't even dare look at him or you’d die of awkwardness right there and then.

                                            >Being fraternal twins you don't look alike like how normal twins would but still.

                                            >That you would be confused for being a couple is just...

                                            >W-well...

                                            >You avoid looking at him for the next two stops and the entire walk home from there.

                                            >The moment you arrive home you scurry for your bedroom.

                                            >For safety.


                                            >”Hey. Moondancer.”

                                            >Oh COME ON you were halfway through the door!

                                            >With a sigh you turn around and watch your brother round the corner into the hallway and walk over to you.

                                            ”Y-yeah Anon?”

                                            >He looks down on you, literally because he’s kinda tall, but also you can see his jaw tense as he locks eyes with you.

                                            >You swallow nervously and keep your hand on the door ready to dart inside if need be.

                                            >Is this it? Now that school in a new place is officially in.

                                            >Now that we really can’t go back to Manehattan.

                                            >Is he finally going to tell you off for ruining everything…

                                            >You fight to keep your jaw from quivering and find yourself distracted when a five dollar bill enters your field of view.

                                            >”Your half.”

                                            “Wha- uh… huh?”

                                            >”I couldn’t convince the old lady not to give me money for helping her off the bus and she wanted us to split it, so, Here’s your half.”

                                            >Oh, that’s all he wanted.

                                            >You timidly take the money out of his hand and he continues down the hall and goes into his room.

                                            >Wasting no more time you do the same and slip into your room and shut the door, and the rest of the world away.

                                            >You fall back against the door and sigh.

                                            >That same sigh gets dragged out as you slowly sink lower and lower, sliding your back down the door.

                                            >Your knees come up to your chest and your hiss slightly as your part of your butt comes into contact with the cold hardwood floor.

                                            >At some point your skirt must’ve caught on the door and got pulled up in the back as you slid.

                                            >It’s also slid up along your thigh too with how you’re sort of curled up against the door here.

                                            >...

                                            >You look at the folded bill in your hand.

                                            >That lady wanted you to share a milkshake with your own brother.

                                            >She thinks you’re super cute together…

                                            >You drop your other hand which was limply resting on your knee.

                                            >You fidget with the bill more and gently bite your lip as your finger grazes the soft cotton between your plump thighs.

                                            >A soft breath escapes your lips.

                                            “It’s a whole new city… if we really did go on a cute date like that nobody would know it.”

                                            >You moan softly and let your head roll back thumping it softly on the wooden door behind you.

                                            >You would have two straws in the milkshake except yours would get a piece of banana stuck in it so you just take the straw right… from between… his lips…

                                            >You press more firmly into yourself, the fabric is completely soaked through now.

                                            >The shake is too sweet but Anon disagrees.

                                            >You argue back, it devolves into play wrestling about it over the table.

                                            >Your hips rise slightly with each pass of your fingers.

                                            >Fool, you’ve fallen for his trap.

                                            >He’s got the fingers of one hand interlaced with his.

                                            >His other hand cups your cheek.

                                            >You feel his thumb on your chin, pinching you lightly to pull you closer.

                                            >Your breaths are heavy.

                                            >Closer…

                                            >Your heart is pounding in your chest.

                                            >C-closer…


                                            >His lips touch yours.

                                            >Your toes curl and your thighs flex, pinching your arm and holding it place against you.

                                            >”You’re right” he says as he looks deeply into your eyes and you feel the heat of his breath on your face, “It is too sweet...”

                                            >The soft jerks of your hips slows and you feel all the pressure and unsease of your day drain from your body.

                                            >You let out a deep relaxed sigh.

                                            >Your lips close around something soft.

                                            “Bleh!” You spit out the 5 dollar bill you accidentally pressed to your lips during…

                                            “Uh oh!”

                                            >You jump up and scurry to find something that can soak up the other thing besides pressure and unease that drained out of you.

                                            >Through fogged up glasses you find an old shirt to toss on the little puddle on the floor and stamp it a couple of times with your foot.

                                            “Good enough” you whisper quietly to yourself and shrug.

                                            >Your frown as you look through your fogged up glasses and take them off so you can wipe them.

                                            “You have to stop doing this Moondancer. Just because all the hentai makes it seem okay doesn’t mean it’s okay. And besides…”

                                            >You set your glasses back and look at yourself in the mirror, feeling the shame of what you just did starting to build up in your chest.

                                            >”This dumpy, sad, creepy, lonely loser who can’t even put her glasses on straight!” you sniffle as you take them off and toss them on to your bed, “You ruined everything for mom, for dad, and for Anon!”

                                            >You glare at the blurry reflection pointing back at you in the full length mirror, face burning with heat and wet with tears.

                                            >What everyone said back in Manehattan was right, you’re just pathetic.