Unicorn Sisters ~ Chapter One

Unicorn Sisters ~ Chapter One: Just So You Know

My earliest memory isn't actually a memory, according to my adoptive mother anyway. It's an interesting dream, she says, but nothing more. I really should believe her; she is my mother, adoptive or not. But, on this, I just can't help but feel like she's hiding something.
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Warm~
As I lay in my cradle with my twin sister, both of us only infants, the only thought that crosses my mind is how warm and safe I feel. She is already asleep, the sound of her heartbeat a lullaby to my alert brain. A shadow appears in the doorway and makes its way over to our crib, peering in. Its face is blurry, so assuming it is my father -mama had been in earlier- I stretch out my tiny hand, the one that isn't holding my sister's. The shadow smiles, revealing flashing white teeth and reaches into the crib with two hands, using one to cradle my head and the other to hold my outstretched hand. I blink. This isn't Dad. Dad always says hello. It isn't Mom either; she never picks one of us up without the other, knowing how close we are. The shadow lifts me slightly, but upon noticing my sister's hand in mine, he spends a bit of time trying to separate us. I give the shadow my best baby-glare and struggle to hold onto her. Why hasn't she woken up yet? She is a heavy sleeper, but still. Eventually, the shadow digs its nails into my small wrist and I let go with a cry. It moves me away from the crib, away from my sister, away from home towards the window. I close my eyes and replay the events in my mind. When I open them I am in a crib, exactly like the one back home, only smaller. I have a feeling I would be alright, but what about my sister? What would happen when she woke up alone?
Alone...Cold... Empty....
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Blinking, I shook my head slightly to clear it of the strange dream, confused as to why it happened while I was writing. A lock of white-blond hair obscured my vision momentarily as I typed furiously at the newest chapter of my fanfiction to post on deviantart.com. I was already late in updating due to writer's block and procrastination, but thanks to those ever faithful three-a.m. insomnia fits, I would be able to upload it by the end of the day, assuming my editor was online and could get it edited by then, which she could. She's awesome. She and I had been editing each others writing since I first read a story of hers. One comment led to thirty and soon we were making perverted jokes and setting each other up with Hetalia characters. Instant friendship. Smiling, I e-mailed it to her and noted her on dA so she'd know. I then stood and walked the long two feet to the couch and plopped down, un-pausing 'Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.'

"The answer for you? Yes, but you're not going to like it."

"It doesn't matter, we must know it."

"Alright. The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything..... is... 42."

I chuckled, almost choking on my popcorn. Gets me every time. I grinned as I remembered a funny incident from school. Just as I reached for my notebook to turn it into a fanfic, I saw my laptop light up, and the tab with my e-mail changed from '0 new e-mails' to '1 new e-mail.'
Must mean something.
Opening the tab, I grinned wider as I saw that my wonderful editor had not only edited it in record time, but she had added a note.
"WHY DO YOU LOVE CLIFF HANGERS??"
I smirked and replied. "They're fun~"
She replied in fifteen seconds flat. "I'm waiting~ "
"For?"
"THE NEXT CHAPTER!!"
" Two more weeks~ But don't worry you'll be the first to see it "

I hurried and posted it, feeling slightly better that my watchers wouldn't hate me so much now. I picked up the remote and un-paused the movie once more.