OOC: Kin is Navy, Rue is Indigo. It's not too hard to figure out after reading the posts themselves.
Ah the irony. How Rue had arrived before himself was a mystery to anybody, including himself. She couldn't be nearly as organized as he was, nearly as perfect, nearly as...him, as he was. He was sure to be there at least half and hour earlier, before any of the other Sohma's, so he wouldn't have to bear witness to his relatives. But sadly enough, he'd managed to bump into his younger sister at the doorway, but set a simple expression of his usual death glare and stalked off to his room, where he had been in for the past hour or so, having arrived earlier then he'd expected. The peaceful setting of an overly neat room was completed with the moderate amount of sunlight pouring in from the half opened blinds, just enough to clearly read the miniscule print of Kin's incredibly thick book. No music played, unlike usual where most people his age would listen to loud and ridiculous screaming as they studied, rolling their heads back and forth to the beat. No, for Kin, it was merely the muffled sound of singing birds from outside his window, and dead silence to go with it.
It was peaceful, as morbid as it sounded. He turned a thin page in the book, a page that looked as though the slightest twitch of his hand and it would completely tear in half. But his well coordinated and steady hand kept it intact until it reached the other half of the book, still as clean and untouched as it looked before. Much like the other two books lying on the desk provided in his room. There were also papers scattered all over the desk. He did go to collage, but the god had managed an excuse to get him out of school for this punishment, and Kin managed to wheedle out the next few week's homework from his teachers, so that he wouldn't fall behind. These books on his desk and the one in his hand was for studying, and for someone like Kin, a passtime, known as 'reading'. Adventure stories and classics were ridiculous in his eyes. Their limited logical explanations reaching only to the despcription of objects. The information covered in these thick textbooks was no fiction. All theorums, and facts, based on science, and not magical flying ponies with horns that could kill on their foreheads called 'pure'. Pure was a stupid word. Nobody's blood wasn't tainted with something. As for him? He was tainted with some stupid cow curse thing. It was a wonderful thing, knowing that as intelligent as he was, he turned into a cow with the IQ of -5 by the time a girl had wrapped her arms around him. Not that it happened very often, perhaps once or twice in his lifetime, including the moment his mother held him in her arms.
He had been alive for mere seconds, but it was as though the scream that came from her after she saw her true child rang throughout the Sohma house for etenity. As it did in his head, whenever there was absolute silence. Which was another reason he loved absolute silence. It let him reminisce, about happier times. Yes, happier. This was his sad existence, reading, going to collage, striving for a degree, destroying his classroom whenever he got a grade less than perfect, and trying to hide his horrendus secret from the others. How they would stare, and avoid him if he told them. Bliss. But, there was always the chance that they would ask him questions, pester him, and never leave him alone, thinking him unique, and 'awesome' as they said. He'd rather not take that risk.
Kin looked up from his book, his thin lips tightly sealed as he had refused to utter a single word since the start of collage. He carried around with him during classes a marker and a whiteboard, and answered only questions that required a simple 'yes' or 'no'. His parents-no-his Father, had talked with the principle, and explained that his son had an emotional problem, and had issues with talking to anybody. Including himself, and his entire family. The principal in turn had explained to the teachers this dilemma, but at his fathers request, he was never sent to counseling. Thank goodness.
Rue sat in the main room, scribbling away at her work. She was a brilliant child they said, able to become liscensed at such a young age. She knew this irked Kin, for what reason she would probably never know, but Kin never really liked anybody showing him up anyway. The piles of books and papers she'd brought with her surrounded her until she was barely visible. It was hard to distinguish whether she was male of female anymore, as only someone from behind her could notice her gender from her hair and clothing, her face and torse hidden behind a mountain of books. She scribbled out prescriptions in round and perfect handwriting, every line that was supposed to touch, touched, every line that wasn't supposed to touch, was evenly distanced from each other.
In the corner of the mountains, there was a small mug of hot cocoa, which had long since gone cold, but was still rich and delicious nonetheless. Either way, it remained untouched. Coffee and Tea appealing naught to Rue, as their caffine count didn't help her at all. A dragon would relentlessly finish her work no matter how long it took. She had since only seen few members of the zodiac, besides Kin and the god himself, as she often spent her days tending to the sick god. Kin seemed to show up whenever she least expected it, which was almost always, but he was never too keen to stop and talk, and by the glare on his face every time he saw her, she thought it safer to keep a good distance from the Ox.
She had her own room in the beach house, or, something close to it, where many of her duplicate belongings stayed, as she insisted the god come to the beach house when they were well enough. Fresh salt sea air was always refreshing, as was a moderately warm, but dry crisp winter air was. It was a nice soothing thing for an almost constantly red throat, red nose, and hacking coughs that rattled the god's lungs.
She quickly finished the prescription, set it aside, and hastily started another. She hadn't quite finished -started- collage yet, though, having to be the caretaker of the Sohma's, and the previous dragon passing on before she came of age, it was difficult to find a doctor that wouldn't find out their 'special' condition, so she was liscensed a little earlier. It wasn't too bad, Rue knew what she was doing, but very few outsider's trusted her skills. She was barely old enough to drive, why should they trust her with their life?
Rue's reasoning was because that she was much more down to earth than others her age. Excluding the secluded group of Sohma's, who usually distanced themselves from others, being many years more mature than their age would suggest. But Rue, had her appearance not been so young and full of...life? She could've been labeled as a fourty year old grouch judging by her attitude alone. Responisble to a fault and mature enough to discipline fifteen unruly gangsters, she was different from others in her grade...not that she went to school anymore anyway. Taking care of all the Sohma's and the god was a full-time job. Sometimes literally. But Rue didn't mind. This was the path destiny chose for her, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Perhaps a normal person, who didn't turn into a seahorse could, but she certainly couldn't. Not her oh no. She was the one born with memory erasing powers. The one born with a half blind right eye, and the one born as a perfectionist who could never be perfect herself. It was one murderous thought.
