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Rating: T

Playing with Fire

Chapter One

Ever since I was a child I was told that I would be doing things that no other person would be doing and that, no matter how hard things get, I need to be proud. I was told that I will be the one to decide how my life will turn out and I will decide what I will be when I am older. I was told that my future is in my hands and that, with a lot of hard work, I can be the person that I want to be and no one will be able to stop me. As a child there is nothing better to hear then that.

Some things do not go as we plan. I learned that the hard way. Despite that I still live a recently quiet life.

"Give me back my toy!" Dakota's scream echoes across the house and I am forced take back what I just said.

Mornings, I know for a fact, are never quiet in this house.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Alice's angered voice shrieks and I let out a sigh that I have been holding unknowingly.

They're at it again. Can't they go one day without getting into a fight of some sort? I had always thought that twins are supposed to get along.

"Give it back, Alice!" Dakota's yell rings out a moment later and I sigh.

I make my way through the cluttered front room towards the stairs. The boxes and books that litter the floor make it difficult but it doesn't bother me all that much. I suppose that it's about time I clean the house again.

I make my way upstairs and head down the hall. Dakota and Alice's yelling is increasing in volume as I near their bedroom door. I don't bother knocking as I swing it open.

I dunk as a large, toy truck rockets at my face and hear it collide with the wall behind me. I sidestep the next three toys before sweeping into the room. I grab Dakota by the back of his shirt and pull him off the ground.

"That's enough, you two." I tell them and they both exclaim, "But – "

"No buts. I told you two to share and what do you do? You start a war." I place the small boy on the ground and he crosses his arms over his chest with a pout.

I turn my gaze on the small, blond haired girl and I set a hand on my hip. I know that the innocent looking Alice started this. She, knowing that I know, folds her small hands behind her back and directs a gentle smile at me that can make the man that protect the Queen of England swoon in adoration. The kid's that cute.

"I'm sorry." The sweet voice that comes from her sends a small smile on my face.

"Just don't do it again. Now apologize to your brother." I say and her expression falls as she looks over at Dakota.

The boy has a giant grin on his face and his cheeks are red as can be. I cannot help to smile as I lean back. I want to see this as much as he does.

"Dakota, I'm…I'm…I'm sorry." Alice hangs her head and the curly tresses bounce around her youthful, five-year-old face.

I smile as I turn to look at the damage that is the room. Toys are all over the floor, the large bed in the center has the blankets pooling around it, and food is on the once clean sheet. That causes me to groan as I say, "Okay, kids, clean yourself up and this room. I'll tend to the bed."

The two bound out of the room and to the bathroom. I head down the hall to my own room and I open the large closet in it that holds ass the sheets and blankets. I pull out the queen-sized sheets, the comforter, and clean pillow sheets. Knowing the kids – everything is a mess and needs to be replaced.

As I head back to Dakota and Alice's room the two bound up to me and wrap their little arms around my legs as they say, "What's for breakfast today?"

I smile down at them as I answer, "Eggs, toast, and bacon with a cup of butter or orange juice. First I must make the bed you two got dirty."

"Can we help, Ni-Ni?" I smile at the nickname and say, "Of course."

We all head to the room and we walk into their room. They move their toys away from my feet and then they make a place next to the bed so I can place the clean sheets and blanket there. I pull off the current coverings off the bed and toss it in front of the door.

With the help of the two, five-year-old children I get the bed made, the room cleaned, and we are all about to eat breakfast. For kids they are good helpers. Sadly – they can get around the house better than I can. Alice and Dakota find it funny.

Curse their smallness and ability to climb between gaps that the boxes on the ground offer them. I am forced to climb over boxes, take boxes down, and move more boxes to make a path.

"Ni-Ni, you need to clean the house." Alice says and smiles at me.

Dakota nods his head in agreement as he grins and the smile makes me grin. He just lost the top two teeth last week, the front two, and the gap there is always so cute. He has a bit of troubles keeping his noodles in his mouth but that isn't too bad.

"I do, do I?" I ask with a smile on my face.

They both nod again as they take a bite out of their eggs. The yoke breaks and stains their chins yellow. Dakota laughs but Alice only frowns and looks around for a cloth. I hand her mine and she takes it from me.

She wipes her face off and goes back to eating but avoids the broken egg on the plate. I smile as I lean back, my plate already empty, and watch as the two devour their food. It is a bit fun to watch as they attack it like they haven't seen food before.

After they finish I pick up their plates and put them in the sink. I grab their vitamins and set them before them. They both protest and I say, "Either these or the shots at the end of the month."

They both take the chewy, fruit flavored vitamins without another complaint.

They finish their milk and orange juice and they put those cups in the sink after washing them out with water. We head upstairs, brush our teeth, and go downstairs. I lead them downstairs, grab their backpacks, and head for my small van. They both climb into the back seats, put on their seatbelts, and they place their bags under the seat.

I climb into the driver seat and start the car. Dakota calls out to me, "Ni-Ni, put on your seatbelt!"

I smile as I slip the belt on and then I put the car into reverse. In minutes we are driving through the large town and heading towards their school. We arrive within fifteen minutes and I drive into the school's parking lot.

I take them into the school and into their class. Their teacher, Mrs. Ball, turns to smile at me.

"Hello, Nicky. I see you got them here on time today." I give her a sheepish smile as I answer, "I set my alarm clock so it looked like I was running late. It worked."

The older woman laughs as she says, "That is amazing. Monday mornings are always the hardest."

I nod and I glance at the watch on my hand before saying, "I gotta go. I need to call the Upper Elementary to see if Ray got to school alright."

"Would you like to borrow my cellphone?" Mrs. Ball asks and I nod my head.

She hands me the cell and I dial the number. A few moments before the call is answered and I say, "Hey, this is Nicky, I was wondering,"

I pause as they tell me he arrived and that he is in class so I say, "Thanks. Does he have a ride home today or do I need to pick him up?"

It is confirmed that he needs me to get him today and we hang up. I hand the phone back to its owner before turning to my twins.

"You two better behave today or you won't get any desert tonight." I warn them and their eyes turn to saucers.

They both promise to behave and I leave with that. I head back outside and I climb into my car. I keep driving and I head to the store before heading home to put that up.

I get to the house, groceries still in the back of the van, and go to head inside when my neighbor calls out, "Hey, Nikita. Want to stay the night at my place?"

I scoff at this as I say, "I'd rather dive headfirst into lave before I sleep with you. Oh, and stop calling me that. It's Nicky."

I hear him whine before he adds, "That's cold, babe."

"One, don't call me babe. Two, I have a family to take care of. Three, back off or I will make it so that you will be singing soprano for the rest of your life." I bite back and I turn my eyes on the perverted man.

He backs off with a wave of his arms and an innocent smile. I roll my eyes as I gather the plastic bags full of different food into my arms and head to the front door. With a bit of trouble, I open the door, and I head inside. I put the bags in the kitchen, put up the food, and head back outside.

I gather the last two bags and the large case of soda before the van's backdoor. I go to the mailbox and open it. Inside waits a box and I frown as I pull it out.

It doesn't have a return address. I go back inside, put up the remaining food, and go into the front room with the small, long box in hand. I pause next to the couch before sighing. Might as well open it now that I have it.

I pop off the bottom and tilt the box. I set my hand under it and out slides a scroll along with a necklace. Both land in my hand.

I place the scroll on the armrest of the couch before examining the necklace. I have to admit that it really pretty. It is a long, black chair with a small, glowing, blue tear-shaped jewel on the end.

I look back at the box and see that it has my name on it. I also notice that it has these Asian looking symbols right along the bottom and I frown. I look back at the necklace and I frown. It looks like something my parents use to collect. They was less often after mom got pregnant with Ray and stopped altogether after she learned about the twins.

I let a soft smile cross my face as I hold onto it. I grab the scroll this time and then I pull it open. I frown as I see the Asian characters in and it is times like this I wish I could read it. I notice a small mark at the top, above all the text, and it looks like the jewel on the end of the necklace.

To test it I set the necklace on the scroll and line them up. I let out a hiss of pain as my blood splatters across the scroll and I drop it as I examine the cut on my palm. A paper cut?

I turn my attention back to the scroll as the words on the scroll start to glow a violent red and I step back in shock. I watch as this…this…this light starts to form and I cannot help but to think that it looks like a black hole. More start to appear around the first and, in all, there is a little over a dozen forming in my front room. I would say that there is about fifteen. That can't be good…

I hear something like static and then a clap of thunder-like noise before ten, large shapes shoot out of the black holes. Each collide with large piles of boxes, piles of books, and one lands on the coffee table and I can hear the glass breaking. I wince as I watch other piles of boxes and books fall on top of the ten unidentified things and I stand there like a ghost.

"Just great. Freaking aliens just crash landed in my house…" I say as I see a large, black and white thing surrounded by what looks to be a Venus Flytrap.

Today is just not my day.

Okay, sorry anyone who tried to read this the first time and didn't get through. There has been some...difficulties...and I hope this solves it.

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