'He never understood how the two could be so different. They should have been exactly the same. They were twins, actual Gemini, they should have understood each other. They should have been able to sense what the other was feeling. They should have loved each other unconditionally. They should have cared about each other. But all Vincent felt towards his sister was hatred.'

Ben tapped his table with the tip of his pencil. His tongue was stuck to the side of his mouth while his eyes looked down at the white lined paper in deep thought. "Sorry about this Vincent." He whispered as his pencil hit the piece of paper once again.

"This is all your fault!"

Vincent could not help but roll his eyes. It was a shame. Usually, he loved sitting in his mama's garden.

His mama had a green thumb that would bring the goddesses in the heavens to their knees. She could bring anything to life, and one of her greatest accomplishments, was a garden. She called this masterpiece La Aurora, after their great grandmother who had passed away the year before. Flowers, trees, vegetables, anything and everything that belonged in the ground were there, including a large thickly woven vine maze. They morphed together so wonderfully. Their scents, there shapes, their presence, nothing overshadowed the other. Everything was so welcoming. Even human beings were invited to come and share in nature's beauty and seamlessly ending bounty.

It was not uncommon to see the young man, or his twin, wandering around inside the garden. It was their classroom, their backyard, their playground, and they loved being within the grasps of something so beautiful. Unfortunately, aside from being one of their favorite hangouts, La Aurora was also the area that they were sent to when they were awaiting some kind of punishment. This was, sadly, their current situation.

"Don't you dare try to pin this on me Clarenza," He crossed his arms over his chest. "We wouldn't be in this situation if you didn't have such an incredible ego."

She glared at him, holding her knees close to her chest. "I do not have an ego. Besides, how was I supposed to stay quiet when Artemis was clearly challenging my honor?"

Her brother rolled his eyes. "Your 'honor' is nothing more than a big head. You just can't stand it when someone else has a chance in the spotlight, can you sister? I honestly hope she does get to play Hera in the next town festival."

She gasped. "Bite your tongue."

"It would be exactly what you deserve." He said harshly. "Lying to your twin brother, making me get into a fight for some honor that was never even lost, bringing us both down into an argument with a high officials daughter and eldest son that will possibly keep us indoors for a long time," He counted down on his fingers. "Losing a spot in a performance would be the least of your worries."

"Do you want me to say I'm sorry?"

"It wouldn't help if you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'd only be lying."

She narrowed her eyes. "How would you know?"

"You're an actress, it's what you do,"

"I never knew Gwen acted."

"Ahh!" Ben shouted, not squealed thank you very much, in surprise.

He had been so deep in thought that he had failed to notice Kevin even walk through the door. As a result his pencil had landed in the sink in a pool of soupy water. His notebook had been thrown up in the air, only to fall back down on his head, draping him in white lined paper. The brunette knew his best friend was laughing. How could he not after that little turn of events?

Still, Ben tried to keep an ounce of dignity within his fragile pride. "What do you want Kevin?" He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping to look a little intimidating even though the notebook was still draped over his head.

"You seemed so ticked off earlier, thought I'd come in and see what's up." He smirked. "But when I came in you were so busy writin, I didn't want to bug you."

Ben scoffed. "You're bugging me now," He muttered as he slammed his notebook on the table. "Were you reading it behind my back?"

"Well, yeah. So what did Clarenza do? And what kind of fight did Vincent get into this time?"

Ben's eyes widened. "This time? What do you mean this time?"

Kevin shrugged. "Just what I said. Was it the Beliano kid again, or was it that tomboy that has a crush on him? What's her name, Crystal?"

Ben could feel his face heating up. "How do you know about them?"

"Well you've got about three small notebooks in your sock drawer dedicated to Vincent and his little adventures. Took me a while to figure out Vincent was actually you, but after that those stories made a lot of sense."

Ben stood up in fury. "You went peeping into my sock drawers?!"

"I was looking for socks." He didn't even seem to notice that Ben was angry. "While I was looking I saw one, opened it, and started reading."

"Why would you do that?!"

"I've got a better question. How come you put everyone else in the story except for me?"

"Oh I'll put you in there all right. You'll be Kevin, lowly peasant who suffered a curse of a thousand deaths by having his head cut off!"

"Now how come you and Gwen get cool names and I get stuck with Kevin? I mean, both of your names mean victorious. Kevin just means handsome."

"Fine, I'll call you Kevio."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"It's Greek, for lowly peasant idiots who die from a curse of a thousand deaths by having their heads cut off!"

"Boy were those Greeks violent."

"Kevin!"

"What?"

Ben was close to tears, he was so angry and embarrassed, he was actually close o tears. "Those notebooks are private."

"Are you ok?"

Ben started pulling his hair. "No I'm not ok! I'm mad! You just invaded my privacy."

Kevin only smirked. "Write about it."

Ben forgot his anger for a second. "What?"

The raven did not say a word. Instead he turned Ben around, gently sat him down in the chair, and opened the notebook to a blank page. He then leaned down so that his head was resting on Ben's shoulder. "Forget about Clarenza, no one cares. Write about this new kid. Some boy who comes into Vincent's life. Talk about how mad he got Vincent."

Ben shrugged off Kevin and attempted to glare at the older child. "What am I supposed to write with huh? My pencil's drowning in the sink."

Kevin rolled his eyes while taking out a silver pen from his pocket. He placed it into Ben's right hand, ignoring how Ben tried to get him to stop touching him. "Now, stop stalling and start writing. I want to read what happens later on." With that, he was out the door.

At first, all Ben did was stare at the pen he'd been given. After a few seconds, his eyes traveled down to the new page in his notebook. He smiled, took a breath, and began again,

'His name was Drago. He was the boy at the end of the road. The boy whose father owned a popular restaurant over in the center of the city. He was also the boy that Vincent could not stand,'

He paused.

'Not at first anyway…'

MistressOfTime1218: I had intended to leave this a one-shot, but this suddenly popped up in my head. No mystery guests this time. They are off in another fic I'm working on. Who knows, they might make an appearance later on in the story, depends on how I'm feeling.

Ben: Read and review. Big sis here (hugs) lives off them.

MistressOfTime1218: (Hugs back) Aww, you're so cute.

Kevin: Hey, hey, hey! Hands off!