Who said that every girl has her own prince Charming? Whoever said that must have lived in a world that is not ours.

Looking back at her life, nothing had gone right. Starting from the death of her father, remarrying of her mother and finally at her marriage.

Could this just another one of her life's ups and downs. She did hope it was that simple.

Chapter (1):

Another day of my life…I think?

"Mommy!"

The little girl kept calling as she crossed the long hallway to reach her mother's room. Opening the door, a smile crept on her angelic face, as she saw a delicate sleeping figure on the queen sized bed.

"Mommy! Wake up! It's time for school."

She ran to the bed to hear her mom mutter," I don't want to go to school."

A laugh escaped from the girl's mouth before she said", Not you! Me!"

She pulled the bed sheets to uncover her mom to see her shudder and try to reach for the sheets, still closing her eyes.

"Mom"

Her mother opened up her eyes and stared at her for a while before smiling. Even if she weren't a morning person, how couldn't she smile at the young girl's innocent face?

As she yawned, she examined her daughter's face, hair and especially her eyes. The girl looked exactly like her. Long red fiery hair, not as long as her mother's though. Ruby colored eyes that were full of energy. A pale skin that matched Snow white's. Every time she looked at her daughter, she thanked god she had not taken any of her father's features.

"Mommy! Come on! I'll be late!"

A soft laugh escaped her fiery lips before she said, "Ok! Go downstairs and prepare breakfast for the two of us and I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Yes, ma'am!" The girl said as she, playfully, saluted her mother and ran out of the room.

Stretching, Sora got off the bed. After running through her morning routine ad picking the outfit for the day, which was a black dress that went past her knees, a grey jacket and long black leather boots, she went downstairs to see her little angel pour some orange juice in two plastic cups.

"Mmmm…My favourite cereal, too. Oh, Saya, how could I ever live without you?"

Saya smiled at her mother's words and pulled out the chair for her to sit.

"Thank you!" Sora said as she sat down and watched Saya climb the other chair to eat her breakfast.

Sipping from her orange juice, Sora stared at her little girl. That was the only good thing that ever happened to her.

When she was young, her father died in a car accident leaving her and her mother alone with so little money. Her mother had a small flower shop, but it didn't bring back enough money, which was the reason for her mother's remarriage.

Her stepfather was just a piece of garbage disguising as a human. He made her and her mother's life miserable which must have affected her mother's immunity system causing her sudden death two years later.

As she grew up, her stepfather just tried to torture her as much as he could until she was sixteen. He made her marry one of his businessmen fellows who was much older than she was.

About a year later, Saya was born to give her life a whole new meaning. About a year later, she finally got divorced.

Now that Saya was her only family, her life became a little better. She was now working as a fashion designer for a huge company in Japan and was earning a lot of money which helped her get Saya into the best school and buy her the best clothes and toys.

Only if her own happiness was as simple as playing with a new doll.

"Mom!"

Her thoughts were cut by her daughter' call.

"It's seven already."

"What?"

Hurrying to their car, Sora made sure she got her own purse and Saya's backpack. Driving as fast as she could, they arrived fifteen minutes later.

Sora watched Saya hurry into her classroom and was just going to leave only to see a man standing behind her. Noticing him at once, she greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Kamiya".

"Good morning, Mrs. Takenouchi. Late as always, aren't we?"

Tai Kamiya... He was her daughter's teacher. Tall, athletic body, with chocolate brown eyes and hair and a tanned skin. He had been a great help to Sora in raising up Saya.

"A little late, unfortunately." She replied smiling, before she added," I have to go now. Have an important meeting in fifteen minutes."

….

Meanwhile, a pair of crystal blue eyes didn't leave Sora.

A tall, muscular man was standing by a nearby bus stop and watching Sora. The blond man dialed a number on his cell phone. Just as he heard the person on the other side of the call answer, he said in a deep voice," Target detected."

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