Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH SHUGO CHARA

My name is Hinamori Amu, I am 17 years old. My Mother is the most famous photographer in the world. Life has never been easy. She is always jetting off around the world but she always makes time for my sister Ami and I. Dad, what Dad, he did a runner just after I was born and he hasn't been seen ever since.

I used to put on a wig and disguise to go to school but I gave up as I was fed up of lying to people. After my dad disappeared my mother was captured by a group called Valentine and was forced to work for them so they could make money off her.

The owner Kazomi took a liking to me, telling me I had the looks, telling me I could make money. If it wasn't me making the money it would be Ami. I can never let that happen. Most nights I have to work at a club performing so the men can drool.

When I was little I used to sing, I even had one single which got to the top of the charts called 'Anyone'. No one recognises me now. I dance wishing I could go back to singing but if I did I am sure Kazomi would work me to the bone.

I am home schooled now the only real times I go out is for the job and when Kazomi wants to show me off for a public event to try and portray normality.

This was one of those times when he ordered me to attend the public events. Sending me a dress fitting, jewlers and salons in order to make me look my best for the occasion of course it was only so others would see how lucky and rich he was, almost like showing me off in a medal trophy room.

It was Easter's spring ball, they were the company that was planning a partnership with Valentine. I hate these balls they are all so fake and I have no one to talk to or even be the slightest bit natural with.

I felt so alone and there no one which understands, I have to do this to protect my sister so she can live a normal life, occasionally I feel the water well up in my eyes but I cannot even express my emotion because if he finds out he will use it against me.

So here I am standing at a ball feeling alone around all these people. I am wearing a black dress with pink sparkles at the bottom and it falls just above my knee, nails the same pink sparkles which are on my dress and hair up down as it is so long now that it sits just above my tail bone. I feel like a Barbie doll.

"So Amu what do you tend to do with your days?" I was so spaced out I almost forgot I was being asked this my the head of Easter.

"Studying." Keep the answers short and sweet so they never know what you're really thinking.

"You sound like the ideal daughter, so pretty and good for your father." The grin splattered across his face was painful the sort of painful when breaking a bone.

"Anyway I should introduce you to my son." With a waving of his hand the tall 18 year old appeared looking smart in an all black suit even a black shirt.

"This is my son Ikuto, you should get to know each other as when the partnership takes place you will be living in the same house."

I didn't make eye contact with him nor did he try and look at me. The two managers were engrossed in convocation for what seemed like forever. During that time I looked up and just stood there with almost blank eyes until I felt someone's eyes staying on me for an unusual amount of time. Normally people would only point and say something about my appearance.

I looked around behind me but no one really was. I decided that I would move out of the prolonged circle of chatter and make out to be going and getting a drink.

As I walked over part of the room many whispers were thrown around about me saying about my so called beauty, that Kazomi was so lucky and that I was lucky to be in such a family.

The glasses of booze looked appetising and the difference could not be told by sparkling apple juice, I didn't want just a glass I wanted to take the bottle outside and drink most of it away. I grabbed a bottle and went out the exit to the garden where no one was now that it was dark.

Sitting on a bench I felt so much more relaxed and no one could really get me from here. The breeze was icey cold but I didn't care at least it was real and never fake. I could feel it and I knew it wouldn't hurt me if I did something out of line, it wouldn't judge me.

Those eyes they were still on me, I could feel them cutting into me. I glanced all around then felt someone grab the bottle from my hand. Shocked, I turned abruptly towards the person.

It was the manager's son from Easter. I didn't do anything if I did he might tell someone, I needed to stay cool.

One end of the bench was myself and the other was the strange Ikuto just sitting there holding the bottle, not drinking it or anything just holding it so I couldn't carry on.

The atmosphere was strange, it was like he didn't want to hurt me in anyway but just wanted to sit there. I however felt very awkward, I didn't know how to react in this situation, and how could I when I was only used to the fakes or the nasty ones which love to see you fall.