[align=center][font=museoslab][color=white]Hello, my name is Hato Ryntaro.
I am known as the quiet and innocent girl, an undiscovered artist among the people of Japan. I attend a wealthy private school known as Ouran Academy alongside my slightly younger and non-identical twin sister, Janoda.
Her and I have been together all of our lives, though besides it being all of the love and bond that we share, we did it for survival.
Perhaps we may not look it, but Janoda and I have suffered quite a bit when we were younger children. We lived with our parents, our mother and father, for a long time. We were relatively happy altogether, though our father had normally been a bit.. Awkward with the two of us whenever mother was never around.
Awkward in the sense that he never had the same love as he wife had for us..
Speaking of who, our mother had gotten sick when we were still children in grade school, and as the days went on, she.. Never got better.
Eventually, one cold winter's day, she had passed away right in front of our eyes, nice and warm in a hospital bed. Janoda and I were heartbroken, though we still had eachother to look to and comfort, and we thought our father would be the same way. We thought that we could seek the comfort that we needed from our only living parent..
We were wrong.
Oh so wrong.
He was hurt that his wife was gone. It had driven him to the point of becoming an alcoholic abuser, and God, was it one of the most frightening things for me to ever witness.
He told us that he hated us, and everyday, we would suffer because of him.
He would physically hurt my sister, smacking her, harassing her, leaving scars upon her body. Perhaps I lucked out a bit, not having to go through all of what she did. It must have been because I looked so much like our mother, in the face and the color of my hair and eyes. Maybe that was why he never really layed a finger on me.
But that didn't stop him.
He constantly abused me verbally, telling me that I was ugly, disgusting, fat, unappealing to others.. Anything that he could think of. And it was whenever he saw me, too. I would hide, literally hide with my sister wherever we could find a suitable place -- whether that be under a table, or in a closet.. Anywhere.
I hated seeing Janoda being taken away from me.
I hated to hear the pain that she was witnessing.
I.
Hated.
It.
I always wondered why he would drive so insane as to go and hit one of his own daughters. It still just blows my mind.. But when it all was going on, I would sit with my knees to my chest, terrified that one day.. Maybe he would go too far and I would never see my sister again.
I would never be able to cope without her..
But I would sit there, waiting, knowing that I would be the next item on his To-Do list. Knowing that it would be my turn to face him next. I'm the older twin.. I should've been able to do something about it. I should've been stronger.
I should have been a better sister..
I'm sorry Janoda.
But whenever my father would get through with my twin, he would corner me, and my suffering would begin.
If you're curious, the conversations would go more like this:
"So you're still doing that art shyt, huh? That stuff is for p.ussies, damnit! I don't want any blood of mine doing such a weak thing when they grow older! Fyck, Hato, you're so pathetic. I don't even consider you to be related to me. You're an ugly w.hore, someone who is never going to find anyone in your lifetime. And everytime you talk, people go deaf. That's how horrible you are. You should stop talking, it would at least make it a little better to have you around. Too bad you don't look like your sister, either. Everyone likes blonde hair and blue eyes more than s.luts with your dull look, anyways. You should be ashamed of yourself. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't found the balls to just commit suicide, anyways! And above all, you're size is looking fairly large, too. You need to stop eating and just lose the weight, you fat little bytch."
Well, that's just a sample of what he would say to me. And slowly.. I began to believe him. More and more, and as the days went by, I thought I really was as hideous as he said I was. I really thought that my voice was as dreadful as he believed it to be, so I stopped talking. That must be why I'm so quiet nowadays, because a part of me still frets that what he said is still true.
But I really did think that I was as overweight as he said I was, when I thought I was rather slender -- which I was. So I stopped eating.
I grew to be an anorexic.
I wasn't proud of myself, nor was I ashamed. I wasn't sure of what to think about my own image, or anything about me, for that matter.
I started getting sick, and the pain that Janoda was suffering was growing worse. I actually passed out a few times, and she would force food down my throat so that I could manage to live. And any chance that I could, I would tend to her injuries that my father had caused upon her body. At one point, I had almost grew envious of my sister. Only because I wanted to be touched by my father, not in a bad way like she had always received, but in a loving way, like a father should be. And when she had told me that he.. Sexually harrassed her..
Then it officially clicked.
We.
Had.
To.
Get.
The.
Fyck.
Out.
We managed to escape, we managed to live.. We managed to care for eachother. I started eating a bit again, but even now, I will at times grow weary. Janoda got better as well, though the scars on her body, and the fact that she had been invaded in her vital regions because of our father.. It was still a haunting memory that both she and I would never forget.
As the years went by, we managed to get our own place to stay at and get money, able to afford all that we own. We have been getting a good education, and now, like I stated before, we are attending a wealthy private school by the name of Ouran Academy.
Sure, there have been many ups and downs at enrolling there, but it's actually quite fun. I always expect something new to go on, especially since Janoda and I are in a Host Club!
Even with our time here, it's been nice. In fact, my sister has a boyfriend now -- a very protective boyfirend, too! His name is Hikaru Hitachiin, and I'm so happy for her. I think that she has finally come to believe that not all men are bad, and that now that we've been seperated from our father, we don't always have to be so dependent on one another. That.. It's okay to have to need help from others.
I have myself a boyfriend as well, and ironically, he is Hikaru's brother, Kaoru Hitachiin. I really like him, and he's the first person other than my sister to have told me that what my father had said to me wasn't true even though I haven't even explained my story to him. Yet, he knows quite a bit. I really do love him, and he says so many sweet things to me.
I honestly don't think that I've ever been so happy at this point in my life..
I don't think that we've ever been so happy..
Hato was zoned out for quite a bit as she sketched in her book, sitting on the couch with an elbow propped up on the arm of the piece of furniture, her head laying gently on the palm of her hand as she carelessly drew with her left hand on a blank sheet of paper. Today was a day off from school, and she and Janoda had spent it with the Hitachiins. But now, it was late at night and they had just gotten back not too long before, and so she decided to let time pass as the creativity started to flow from her fingertips.
After all, she wasn't tired tonight. If anything, she had this undescribable pit in her belly as though something were about to happen, and it was keeping herself awake.
Hato gave a small sigh, getting pulled out of her trance due to the feeling of her phone buzz. She looked down at it, and blinked when she found out that it was Tamaki. Oi, what does he want this time?
She snorted upon reading the text, which to her displeasure, read that they were going to be cosplaying as different types of samurai men. Ugh, I wonder why so many girls are into this sort of thing? Is it sad that I'm not? ..Still, seeing Kaoru as a samurai might not be that bad..
"Hey, Janoda~. Cosplay at the club tomorrow. It's samurai day for us."
Hato called to her sister, who would most likely be in the kitchen or near the area. She set down her sketchbook, though had suddenly thought she heard someone outside. More like footsteps, but close to their door.
Too close.
This looks about right.
A man, aged a bit in the face, with large and muscular arms as well as a big body was walking down the street. He had on an oversized coat, hiding his identity to everyone and anyone that passed him. He had been searching for so long..
For them.
Those two girls, the two that were his own.
His daughters.
They had left him so long ago, but he wanted to find them again. He had been tracking them down, and after getting the details, he was going to go see them, tonight. He wore a slightly insane and crooked grin on his face, keeping down the street until he found what he was looking for -- a small apartment complex. He walked up to it, and stared upwards, scanning each and every door, stopping as soon as he found the number that he needed.
He walked up the stairs, knowing how he was to go about his plan.
Hato, Janoda..
He stopped as soon as he was outside the door, his eyes burning through it as he readied himself.
Daddy's home~.
