I told my brothers everything. Right then and there on the couch in the living room. Everything from what little I know about my existence, about my hatred for Olivine, and my new condition. They took in consideration from my words, they understood and still accepted me.

Ollie on the other hand, continued to cry and sulk from what I had "tried" to do. We all decided to leave him alone, it was better off that way. Allen and Matt told me that if I ever needed help, or just wanted to talk, they would be there for me. They both know that I'm not the girly type to talk a lot, so they weren't going to be annoyed by me.

In an attempt to make me feel better, they both did things that they wouldn't normally do. I didn't ask them to do this, they did them on their own. Matt would let me sit close to him and rest my head in the crook of his neck while he read a book. He would place his free arm around my body to pull me closer to him. I didn't say anything while I was in this position, I knew that he liked quiet people.

We would do this where ever he was comfortable. He didn't seem forced to do this, I could tell that he did it from his own will. Sometimes I would fall asleep, he was really comfortable. From time to time, when he thinks that I'm asleep, I would hear him whisper, "I love you, sis."

When I had to be in my five year old form, I would curl up on his leg and rest. He would rub and pet my head while he hummed a french tune. I really felt like we bonded a lot, even though we never really talk.

Allen on the other hand, decided that bonding needed to be more active. While I was in my Teenage form, he taught me how to skateboard. He bought me protective gear: helmet, padding, skater shoes. Then he took me to an empty lot where he showed me my new skateboard. The bottom was checkered black and white while the wheels shared the same color.

He helped me keep my balance standing on it. Once he got me going, I fell an awful lot. It took a couple weeks for me to ride without his help. I felt more confident as I felt the wind in my hair. I remember riding around the lot, practicing turning, speeding up, slowing down... but I forgot how to stop.

I ended up crashing into Allen, luckily I wasn't going super fast. He broke my fall and took most of the damage.

"You okay? That was a nasty fall," he questioned. Allen also had a funny way of talking, he told me that he was from this place called America in a city called New York.

"Heh, didn't feel a thing," I smirked.

It was true, I only ended up with a few scrapes here and there, nothing major.

"You okay?" I checked.

"Totally, I've made worse fails before," he fixed his blood red hair.

He helped me up on my feet and fixed my helmet. He dusted himself off, fixed his sunglasses, and set his bomber jacket straight.

"You're getting good at this, soon you'll be grinding rails at the skate park," he playfully punched my arm.

"I don't know about that, I'm not good with social interaction... with either sex," I admitted.

"Don't worry, if anyone hits on you, I'll beat some sense into them," he smiled, showing his missing tooth.

"Thanks... but that's not the point..." I mumbled.

He hung his arm around me, "Cheer up sis, it'll be fun! My friends are great people, they can help you become a better skateboarder. Plus, I think it's time to teach you some tricks."

I wasn't quite sure what to say, but I nodded. After all, he would be there if something happened. I wonder what Ollie would say about this though...

~ Later at the house ~

I was siting in my comfy spot next to Matt when Allen came up and approached us. He just discovered that Matt pays more attention to me than him.

"So you're gonna let her be close to you, but not me, aye?" Allen asked roughly.

Matt flipped a page in his book, "It's because she's quiet."

On a random note, Matt usually wears red and black plaid shirts with red suspenders and blue jeans. Sometimes I think he's a lumberjack. I wouldn't be surprised if he was, he is pretty strong.

"So~ will you pay attention to me if I'm quiet?" Allen curiously asked with his hands in his pockets of his brown bomber jacket.

Matt glanced up from his book, "Nope."

"Wha~ Why not?!" Allen was a bit ticked off.

"Because your presence is annoying," Matt was so calm.

"Me? Annoying? What about you and your pet? You let it roam free like it fucking owns the place!" Allen protested.

Matt closed his book with agitation, "... Kilimanjaro is my companion, he's not a wild animal like you."

I scooted to the far side of the couch. I could tell that they were going to fight again.

"You wanna go bro?!" Allen was being temperamental.

"If it'll shut you up!" Matt defended.

"Boys! What have I told you about fighting? If you're going to fight, do it outside," Ollie appeared from Narnia.

The rouges scrambled outside to do as they pleased. Before Ollie could crawl back into his hole of despair, I ran up to him and gave him a hug. My body changed back into my five year old form, making him have to hold me.

"Ollie, it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to get back at her... that's all. Please don't sulk anymore. Ooh! And Allen owes you a dollar!" My attempt to cheer him up was unorganized.

Although, he finally smiled. He kissed my forehead and squeezed me tight. He ran his fingers through my hair and it gave me a funny feeling.

"You're so thoughtful Olivia. I won't be sad anymore, okay?" His expression was still a little somber, but his voice seemed happier.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Let's go make some cupcakes, okay Daddy? That always makes you feel better," I nuzzled my face into his neck.

He paused and looked at me, "D-Daddy? You called me... Daddy..." he was getting teary eyed again.

I hadn't realized what I said. It slipped, I didn't mean to say it. It was too late to turn back now.

"Ollie... I didn't--"

"You're just so cute! I love you so much my little cupcake!" He nuzzled my face and squeezed me tighter.

"Ollie~! Stop~!" I only managed to say that.

"Not until you say it back~" he teased.

"Say what?"

"That you love me too," he was really cheery.

I flinched at his request. I still didn't really understand, I'm not sure how to feel about this. But it would make him happy if I would say it. It seemed simple enough...

"I love... I... I love..." the words wouldn't piece together!

What's happening?! Why can't I say it! It's only four words but I can only say two! My face feels so warm and he's smirking at me. What do I do? What do I do?! NO ONE PREPARED ME FOR THIS!

"Awe~ you're so cute when you're flustered," he smiled.

"How can you read my mind?" I was eager to know, still confused.

"We have a special bond since our eyes glow, that's why. You don't have to say it until you're ready, I won't force you Cupcake."

My face feels like a roasted marshmallow. I feel all weird all over. I wasn't ready for this...

~ Another journal excerpt ~

"From time to time at night, I find myself wandering around. Somehow, I ended up in Japan. Now this happened a while ago, my first meet with Kuro, a.k.a 2p!Japan. He actually is pretty cool. He calls me Hime-sama, which means Princess in Japanese. I actually don't know why, maybe he respects me. I did meet him when I was my teenage form... plus he's into this thing called "Hentai", maybe that has something to do with it.

We've become close, I even found out that he's a "Closet Otaku" and that he's more active in the axis. He did warn me that he gets what he wants. I still didn't quite understand what he meant, but I took that into consideration. He's doing fine now, but I didn't expect Olivine to have so much power. She has so much hidden power within her, she's even stronger than she was in the laboratory all those years ago.

Her teenage form certainly is a force to be reckoned with, I should be more careful from now on. Although, that's only in her teenage form, her five year old form is basically defenseless. Her mind isn't too sharp in that state, plus it takes a lot of energy just to get into her second form, along with exerting an immense amount of power is pretty ballsy.

Still, I need to take this another level. I still need to find out why I was created and why I ended up being Olivine's counterpart. Kuro is always willing to help, but If I could get my family on my side... yes... this could work...

We could play another game... one where someone dies. Then she should remember me..."

~ Currently in the First Dimension ~

*Olivine's POV*

I woke up with cuts on my right arm and scraps on my legs. My body feels like it ran into something. Did I start sleep walking? I'm sure I would have felt myself hit the ground if I was sleepwalking.

I rolled out of bed and made my way into the hallway. Heracles stopped me before I could reach the kitchen. He looked a little sad, I wonder why?

"Kiku has a fever... he's usually so healthy..." he spoke.

Kiku-san has a fever?! Wait... I've seen this happen before...

I dashed off to his room to check on him. I knocked on the door first, when he welcomed me in, I saw that he was in his "isolation" stage. His whole body was covered in the comforter, I think he may have been watching anime...

He looks like a sushi roll...

"Kiku-san?" I cautiously asked as I approached him.

"Hai?" He answered weakly.

"Are y-you okay? Do y-you need anything?"

"No thank you, I have my anime and pocky," he went back into his sushi roll.

I sat in front of the entrance and waited. I had a feeling that he was hiding something. I really want to know if I can actually help him.

"Wh-What are your s-symptoms?" I pried.

He was a little hesitant, but he showed his face and spoke, "My chest hurts... I'm rearry warm arr over... and I had a weird dream..."

Could this be a coincidence?

"By any chance... was this dream about Heracles?" I leaned in with a sly smirk.

"How... How did you know?!" He was clearly astonished.

I knew it!

"Kiku-san, I d-diagnose you with a s-severe case of L-Lovesickness!" I declared.

He was very hesitant to my declaration. His face was like an astonished anime character.

"But... that can't be true. I'm too ord to have that!"

"Silly Kiku-san, y-you're never too o-old to fall in l-love~" I teased.

He tucked back into his sushi roll and started shaking. I think he's in denial...

"I made breakfast," Heracles came in with a tray of Greek breakfast foods.

I saw oats, strawberries, blueberries, yogurt, and honey in one bowl. In another there was green apple slices, oats, yogurt and honey drizzle. On a plate there were thin pancakes with blueberries, raspberries, and a cremé filling in between them. There were also three cups of orange juice on the tray, I guess that we were eating in here.

~ After a hearty breakfast ~

*Kiku's POV*

My dream was right out of a shoujo anime, even the sakura trees were on cue. Even though it's been a whire since it appeared, I can remember it vividry.

I don't want to remember it... it makes my body do things I don't want it to do. But I can't stop thinking about it. The... The kiss...

Stop it Kiku! This isn't the time to be thinking about that! You just have to get over this fever. Nothing is wrong with you, it's just a fever and that was just a dream.

You are safe in isoration mode. Bad thoughts can't confuse you... But my body won't risten to me!

I fert myself start to shake again. The shivers wourdn't stop, not even the branket courd herp. With everything that has been happening, I've become more confused about myserf. That dream rearry bothers me... I have to get my mind off of it.

"Kiku? Are you in metamorphosis? You look like a butterfly trying to come out of a cocoon," Girisu-san teased.

I fert him rean down and hord me through the covers. My body carmed down a rittle, I was just vibrating now. To be honest, I wasn't uncomfortabre, I was just warmer... which didn't help my situation.

He purred the covers off of me and praced a cord tower on my forehead. He sat beside me and took a deep breath.

"Kitty told me the cure for your sickness..."

I rooked over to him, "Werr... what is it?"

He reft me in suspense before he answered, "You have to confess to the one that you love."

Sirence firred the room. I wasn't going to give into anything. This is just a fever, it has to be. I'm not rovesick, I just came down with a fever. Yeah... a fever...

"Kiku? You there?" His voice echoed in my mind.

"H-Hai?"

"You and I both know who your senpai is," he smirked.

"Senpai?! I'm order than you for your information. I shourd be your senpai," I protested.

I froze in rearization.

"I knew you liked me more than a friend," he was smiring in satisfaction.

"I-I didn't mean it rike that! It sripped!"

"But you still said it, I think that's confession worthy," he rearry is trying to get me to confess.

"But I have nothing to confess! I arready tord you, I'm not ready for that kind of commitment..."

"I understand that, but do you like me?" He pressed.

"As a friend, rike I said." I insisted.

"If you like me as a friend, then why did you let me kiss you last night?"

I didn't have an answer to that.

"Kiku~" he cooed for me.

"Hai..." I moaned.

"What was that dream that you had? I want to know," he wasn't going to ret this go.

"I don't want to tark about it..." I purred the covers over my face.

"It'll help if you would," he purred the cover back.

"... Arright... I'rr terr you..." I tried not to rook at him.

I took a deep breath and crosed my eyes.

"It was a typicar schoor day, right out of a shoujo anime..."

~ Kiku's Dream ~

*3rd person*

"Baka Amerika-san! I rost a bet and had to wear this arr day! It's so embarrassing..." Kiku thought to himself as he walked the crowded halls.

Previously, Alfred the school football star, challenged Kiku, the smartest kid in class, to a fitness contest. Who ever lost had to wear the girl's school uniform to school. Guess who lost...

The uniform was a white shirt with a black tie and black trim at the bottom, v-neck line, and cuffs. The skirt was an attractive red plaid. White thigh high socks hugged his legs and black Mary Jane shoes were slipped on his feet.

He has been trying to avoid people all day, but it was no use. Good thing it was lunch time now, he could hide on the roof where he felt safe. He climbed the stairs to the roof top and walked to the outer fence. He placed a hand on it and sighed.

"Just a few more hours and this wirr be over. Just a few more hours..." he told hisself.

His stomach suddenly rumbled.

"I wish I didn't forget my runch..." he hung his head low as a depression cloud loomed over his head.

The door to the stairs suddenly made a weird noise, a familiar weird noise.

"Oh no! Someone rocked the door!" He thought frantically.

He ran to the door and turned the knob. It was super locked. He was stuck, probably for the rest of the day. In shame, he hit his head on the door multiple times.

"I'm such an idiot! Werr... at reast no one wirr see me..." he sighed.

"Kiku?" A groggy voice appeared from the shadows.

"Gi-Girisu-san!!!" He jumped. "What are you doing up here?!"

"I always take a nap up here, I prefer quiet places," he rubbed his eyes,

Kiku felt his heart race, not only was his crush up here, but his crush has noticed him. Sakura petals swam through the air, one landed in Kiku's hair.

"Ah, you have something in your hair..." Heracles approached Kiku.

Kiku held his breath, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists. He likes personal space, but his senpai was different. Heracles sent the petal back into the wind, Kiku relaxed but avoided eye contact.

"H-How do you know my name?" He shyly asked.

"You always get the highest grade, everyone knows you," he admitted.

"Dammit, why am I so smart?!" He scolded himself.

A short silence passed before Heracles-senpai spoke, "I like your new uniform, it makes you look cute."

"It's arr Amerika-san's-- wh-what was that rast part?" He stuttered, finally looking up.

"It makes you look cute," he repeated with a smile.

Kiku turned bright red. He couldn't believe those words. Heracles suddenly brought him into a warm embrace, Kiku froze. His arms disobeyed him and wrapped themselves around his senpai. Kiku felt Senpai plant a kiss on top of his head.

"Ka~wa~ii~" he teased.

"Girisu-san, what are you doing?" Kiku was melting.

"I know that you like me, but I like you more," he said before he kissed his lips.

Kiku easily melted into the kiss. It wasn't long until they both were enjoying each other. When they parted, they were almost breathless.

"Σε αγαπώ," Senpai whispered.

"Nani?" A sweat drop fell down Kiku's face.

"It means I love you in Greek," he nuzzled Kiku's head.

~ Present time ~

*Kiku's POV*

"Well, what did you say?" He pressed on.

I sighed before I answered, "I think we both know what I said..."

He dipped the tower in cord water before pracing it back on my forehead.

"So... you do like me?" He asked.

"As a friend, it was just a weird dream! It means nothing..." I rearry wanted to berieve that.

"Oh, I think it means more..."

He threw the covers off and crimbed on top of me. He sat right on top of Tokyo Tower, making me uncomfortabre. Arthough, he didn't do anything but stare at my attire.

"Is that... my shirt?" He made a weird expression.

"Your clothes are soft... and it keeps me coor..." I admitted.

"Ka~wa~ii" he teased.

"Girisu-san~!" I pouted.

I immediatery aporogized for yerring. He forgave me with a smarr smire, his ears twitching in excitement. I fert my tair move oddry under me, but I arso fert something move on top of me.

"You say you don't like me, yet your body shows me that you do. Also, the sheets are still a little wet," he pointed out, leaving me embarrassed.

Crap! I must have farren asreep before I courd change them...

"Kiku, I didn't know that you--"

"Shh~ don't say it out roud!" I scorded as I covered his mouth.

"Why not? Are you ashamed of it? It's perfectly normal, it's healthy for you too," he removed my hands but held them.

"I know that..."

He reaned down on my body and started nipping at my neck. One of his hands rubbed my ears and the other squeezed one of my hands. My body didn't move, I wanted to push him away. I had every chance to do so... but my body yearned for him.

My mind spun round and round, my heart raced, I fert rike an anime character. He rooked at me and discarded the wet tower. He kissed my nose and stared into my eyes. His orive green eyes were arr that I courd focus on.

"I'm going to cure you, even if it's the last thing that I do," he whispered as he slipped a hand under my oversized shirt.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

I just wanted to say that time between the two dimensions is different. It's hard to explain, but they are not on the same track. Ask the Doctor if you're confused.

To be honest, I really want to spend more time with Olivia. She seems nice... after you get past the creepy bloodshed impulse...

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