Sorry about the length, but I wanted to do justice to my idea. Also, there really isn't anything sexual that happens in this first chapter, but I hope you'll like it. Comments most welcome.
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Evan wandered through the museum not really seeing any of the displays. It wasn't really that he didn't appreciate them, but his mind was still preoccupied by the fight he had last night with his sister Emily. His twin sister, who he had always gotten on so well with. At least, until the last few months when to his horror, he felt them drifting further and further apart.
This field trip on their last day of high school before exams started next week wasn't helping things either. He knew she was avoiding him, though in all honesty, he couldn't really blame her. He sure didn't want any chance of being overheard when he attempted to explain things to her. Not that he had any idea of how he would do that.
The whole situation was so messed up. Ever since they had turned eighteen together, and gotten drunk celebrating in Quebec where the legal drinking age was eighteen, things had deteriorated between them.
He now looked on that trip as a major regret. If he could only go back in time and tell himself not to go!
Cursing himself for it, for the millionth time he found himself wistfully remembering the thing about that trip that he never wanted to forget. Inconveniently, it was also the thing that needed to be erased for him to get his twin back.
She was his other half. Without her, he felt utterly alone, and incomplete. It was the kind of thing that only the closest of twins could understand. They were so in tune with each other, that they regularly finished each others sentences, and always seemed to know in which direction the other was. Even how much distance separated them. It was like some kind of strange ESP thing or something.
Until that damn trip anyhow, when things had started to fall apart between them.
Evan cursed under his breath for the hundredth time today, thinking about how that trip had messed things up, to the point where she was not only mad at him, and actively avoiding him, but to the point where for the first time in his life, he couldn't tell which way to look for her, or even read her mood.
Not that he needed that ability he had of sensing her emotions to know that she was pissed with him. The loss of the connection though was eating away at him. It was as though there was an actual tangible part of himself that was agonizingly missing, and not willing to let him forget that it was gone. Torture in short.
When in the midst of a crowd of his fellow students and other museum patrons, he spotted her tall silhouette in an adjoining exhibit hall. He immediately started toward her but was hampered by Mrs Develon, his favourite teacher.
She was gorgeous, Mrs Develon was, but that was not what he liked about her. She had a genuine love for teaching, and a very caring if strict nature about her that just resonated with Evan.
"Still having issues with Emily? You know I hate to see the two of you like this. Evan, I hope that after dismissal you'll come by and open up to me. Maybe I can help you figure things out. I'll be in my class for some hours after school is out, working on exam prep. Feel free to stop by."
With that said, she gave a sympathetic squeeze of his shoulder, and disappeared into the crowd. For his part, Evan was so stunned that he stood there watching her wend her way through all the congestion in this exhibit hall, before he gave himself a shake, and turned again to where he had spotted Emily.
"Damn!" he grumbled to himself as he realized that Emily was nowhere to be seen, and he had no idea which way she had gone. He wanted to get angry with Mrs Develon now, sticking her nose in where it wasn't wanted, and making him loose track of Emily again. He knew it was just his frustration though, trying to find something or someone to vent on. Mrs Develon had been trying to help after all. What stunned Evan though, was that other people had begun realizing that things weren't right between him and Emily.
The next several minutes went by in a daze, as Evan wandered around the museum, until finally he gave up. Feeling more forlorn then ever, he started to just look for something to pass the time. It was Thursday, and he would at least have a long weekend with no school before exams started on Monday. That would give him time to figure something out with his other half.
As he continued to wander, now looking for something that would interest him enough to pull his mind away from his problems, he suddenly felt a thrill as he realized that he sensed a pull towards one end of the exhibit hall he was in. It was a bit like the way he used to feel Emily's presence.
With nervous excitement he immediately turned in the direction of the pull, but as he neared he still couldn't see Emily anywhere.
'What could it be?'
he wondered.
Approaching the source of the pull, he was disappointed that it was just some strange artifact. Still curious though, he let his eyes examine the strange sculpture on a plinth.
There were no barriers around this item, unlike most other things in the museum, and to spite himself he forgot everything else for a few moments at least.
The sculpture seemed to be carved from some strange mineral, flecked heavily with deep purples and green swirls through some kind of stone. The sculpture itself was twisted with delicate ropes of the strange mineral, all folding back on themselves in a delicate and intricate design. He found it somewhat mesmerizing.
He was just about to shake it off and walk away when he felt it. His head snapped up and to the side, and there she was. His beautiful twin, standing at his side, also somewhat mesmerized by the sculpture.
He felt his palms go sweaty with his uncertainty, and his heart pumping fast.
Finally, after an eternity, she turned her head and her brilliant eyes found his. They stood gazing at each other much longer than they should. People might find it strange, but he couldn't break the gaze, and for once she seemed to accept his close proximity.
He was startled out of the moment though, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was one of the curators, giving them a bright smile as she rested one hand on each of their shoulders.
"How are you two? Did you know that this is one of the few artifacts the museum allows it's patrons to touch? It's some mysterious sculpture unearthed from Aztec ruins. It's very mysterious because the writing on it here doesn't belong to the Aztec's. It's Sanskrit. Here, we have it translated on this sign. Apparently your supposed to touch the sculpture here at the base, while holding each others hands, and recite the writing together, in order to gain more understanding of each other. Isn't it interesting. Here, why don't you two try?"
At first Evan was a little annoyed, but the curator, a pretty woman whose name badge read, Lisa, grabbed their hands and placed them together. This suited Evan just fine. He had been missing his twin, and to feel the contact of her hand in his was most welcome.
"Now place your other hands on the base of the sculpture, and recite the words together."
Evan felt silly, and he could see that Emily was feeling a little awkward too, but he knew that like him, she wouldn't want to embarrass the curator. He rolled his eyes in a grin at Emily, knowing that Lisa wouldn't be able to see, and turned his eyes to the plaque, reciting the words in unison with Emily.
"Where love is exceptional, but now buried behind anger, yet capable of greater heights, recite this together in touch, to gain an understanding of the opposite. But be warned, only in complete honesty and blissful union of that great love, will you find your way back."
