**DISCLAIMER: Lotsa female/female lovin' lol. I own NOTHING! Nothing at all.... I just stole these characters for my own warped uses...*evil laugh* don't sue me... SUMMARY: An awkward tale of love found in similarity.. to an extreme. FemSlash... in a way, sort of a sister/sister thing.. but not really...**

For one of the few times in her life Tru was pissed. At what? Was if her father's lack of caring this time? No... One of her brother's constant attempts to "borrow" money from her? No... not this time... Could it be the fact that something woke her up in the middle of the night, telling, no screaming at her that some bad thing was approaching? Nah, couldn't be. She brushed that off as just some bad dream and, incidentally, was severely irritable today due to a lack of well needed sleep.

And then it happened.

- you don't remember me... but I remember you I lay awake and try so hard not to think of you-

She was stomping along down the street in such a fury, that she didn't notice the dark looking girl about to stomp right back (and at) her. And they did.

-but who can decide what they dream? and dream I do... I believe in you I'll give up everything just to find you I have to be with you to live to breathe you're taking over me-

They smashed right into one another and were sent flying backwards.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING,ASSHOLE!" both of them yelled at the exact same time. Twin gasps escaped at that very moment, verifying the shock.

Because they were. Twins.

-have you forgotten all I know and all we had? you saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand I knew you loved me then-

"OH MY GOD??" released itself from the pouty lips of both girls now sitting in front of eachother on the cold New York sidewalk.

"WHO'RE YOU??" both girls asked, both becoming increasingly confused.

"Who am I? What? S-STOP THAT!!" both girls exclaimed as they scrambled to get to their feet.

Both frowning and lost. One wearing a seemingly bloodstained white tank top with tight and binding leather pants. She had an identical shade of deep auburn hair as the other girl, but a tad less perfect... messed and knotted as if not brushed for days.

The other, wearing a blue, tight, tanktop, and identical black leather pants, along with perfect makeup, and perfect hair.. how could she look so similar and yet so different from this mysterious girl?

-I look in the mirror and see your face if I look deep enough so many things inside that are just like you are taking over-

"Okay, l-let's both s-stop.. what's your name?" Both girls stared at eachother wide-eyed in shock. Exhaling deeply, both girls prepared to answer.


"Tru" both girls responded yet again at the exact same time.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I get good reviews I would love to continue this messed up little tale I've begun... I'm starting to think that my writing skills are viewed as childish though :P hee hee.*