Thank you for reading my Shugo Chara! Fanfic! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Sorry! Some of you said I messed up with grammer problems. So im gonna fixs it from now on!

And thank you to Haonn' for helping me with some of my grammer problems

You lose. Thanks for playing.

I stood around; waiting for another victim, for my game. I'm Amu Hinamori, and only sixteen years old and I might have the roughest life, one could possibly endure. When I was about thirteen and my sister Ami was five, our parents died in a car crash. There will says, me and Ami owns the house. But that didn't stop the government for taking it away. I was in care of guardian for Ami and happily to do so. We struggled and I went to job, to job. And at one point; I don't know exactly when. But, Ami got sick. I couldn't afford for her to see a doctor, and it was hard now-a-days to find a good paying job. So, what I do know for a living is pick pocking.

Yes, pick pocketing in this subway station, just near our apartment. What I would do for fun and willingly is, to pickpocket a person, causally, bump into them, and slip out there wallet. I try to be a lost child mistaking my target as my parent. In replacement, I would leave a note in the wallet place contain the words:

"YOU LOSE.

THANKS FOR PLAYING."

What I would use the money for is to buy some medicine for Ami sickness. I would do this routine about three times a day. And now I had been doing it for awhile, I haven't been caught, and never will be.

Today I say a business man walk past me; he didn't dare look my way, which means he wouldn't get a good look at me when I bump into him. I inhaled and let out. And enthusiastically, I walked right into him, and apologized. In those mere moments, I grabbed his thick black wallet from his back pocket, replaced by the note. How I learned to pick pocket, I don't know. Then I quickly got out of his way and hid in the bathroom.

I looked through it. He had tons of cash. I could hardly breathe. This could totally buy me some of that expensive medicine so Ami could heal faster!

I ran to the drug store and bought the two pack medicine that's surely to help. My body filled up with glee and happiness. I sure hope this will help or I might sue that guy!

Once I got home, I called for Ami. She didn't respond. I got worried. I hoped she hasn't passed out again or possibly in a coma! No, I could let that happen or I wouldn't forgive myself! I ran as fast as I could to her room, and didn't find her. I got cold sweats as a heard a faint moan in the bathroom. I sighed, and headed there. Ami wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and coughed vomit once again. I patted her back for encouragement to let it out. She then stopped and I gave her a glass of water. She smiled.

"Thanks."

"Ami," I dug in my plastic store bag. "I got some more medicine."

"Oh…" she groaned. "I don't want more medicine, it taste funny."

"Oh Ami. This one is better than the nasty ones."

She nodded meaning she understood. I smiled and grabbed one spoon from the table and poured some on and slipped it into Ami mouth. She made a face, I laughed.

"It's worse! Yuck!" she swallowed it of course, and I stopped laughing.

"At least it will help calm down you sickness," I bent down and brought her closer to kiss her forehead. "Now, go to sleep."

"Okay."

I kissed her one more time and walked her easily to her invaded pink room. I tucked her in and left.

"Amu," she nearly said. I turned to look at her.

"Yeah?"

"Um-where do you get the money for the medicine?"

I stood there, silent. Then I just broke what I made. "A job, Ami. That's why I leave half of the day from here. Now, be good and sleep." I lied; I didn't like to have to lie to her though.

I walked out the room, turned down the light till it was dim, and closed the door.

I'm really sorry Ami.

PLEASE R&R! No flames.