A/N: I'm sorry about this update. I had made it in a rush today because of how long it has been since I've updated. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who commented and has began following me and the like. Even though I didn't get 20, I'm still pretty proud. I'd also Like to mention that this really IS

NEGITORO

Just so you know. There isn't much going on between them now but, in the next chapter I'll probably put something and then keep it up in chapters after that. Because I love that couple. I'm also planning to come out with a new story after this. It's going to be called, "I'm No Man" or something like that. You are free to guess what it's going to be about. I'd actually like to hear what you have to say.

Without further ado here is chapter 3 :D

Open My World: My Everything

3

It was so quiet. There was nothing that made a sound. Even the ruffling of the lone tree that sat over head made not a noise. It was the only evidence of life besides the two figures nestled under it's large branches, providing the only shade to exist within whatever realm she was in. If you were to look passed them and that tree, it was emptiness. Just a white atmosphere with no ground nor natural blue ceiling, meaning you couldn't tell which way was up or down.

Her mind was too numb and dazed to question this void that engulfed her. All she minded was the beautiful face hanging above her as Luka layed her head on the woman's lap. Luka was between sleep and consciousness as she stared back at her company. She struggled to lift her frail limb toward that face, tracing her finger along the many features, paying special attention to the beauty's soft lips. So very delicate. So very breath-taking.

So very perfect..

Such inhuman perfection. Her skin so refined, resembling porcelin or perhaps something that couldn't even compare to what she knew. So gorgeous that the likes of man should never look upon her, for it must have been a sin to be in the presence of the goddess. They were so unworthy.

However, even though every single aspect of the being was flawless, Luka couldn't for the life of her remember the person's face. Even the colours of those satiny tresses that draped over her she couldn't remember. The voice had even managed to ellude her memories. She was gazing up at her, but couldn't see her face. The woman was speaking to her, yet she couldn't hear what she had to say as those lithe finger's tangled themselves in Luka's pink locks.

The pinkette continued her exploration of the goddess, caressing her cheek in her calloused palm in a futile attempt to figure out what she looked like. She couldn't feel her. Almost as if the woman wasn't there at all. A figment of her imagination. Was that it? Was this not real?

"No, please," Luka pleaded, beginning to run her own hand through the beauty's hair. "Don't let this be fake. I'm really here in your arms, aren't I?"

Tears must have started to drain down her lifeless sapphires, for the being returned a bittersweet smile, removing her hands reluctantly, trailing them languidly southward. Luka felt the smooth fingers along her jaw, moving further across the long, creamy expanse of her neck. The pinkette let out a breath as the appendage rested on her collarbone. A new weight was left there even as the goddess began withdrawing her hand, but Luka didn't want her to break contact just yet. So, before they could seperate, Luka had put her remaining strength into wrapping her arm that was currently brushing through the silky tresses, around the woman's neck and pulling her down to meet her lips. The pinkette could sense her surprise making her only deepen the kiss, indulging in the euphoric sensations.

The goddess, hesitantly embraced the girl back, taking part in this delicious moment. This was the last time after all. The last time she would ever again be with her knight.

He tightened his balled fists and grit his teeth as he strode out of the throne room. If his anger were flames, this city would burn, surely. How dare she treat him like that?! He was the only male heir to their kingdom - he should be the one leading their people. It was his right as the true king. How weak they will look, he thought, a girl wearing the crown of Kagamine. It was completely disgraceful. It made it worse that their famous Sword is more loyal to her than to him. It has always been that way. That damned Sonika was merely a peasant when they found her. The scum of the earth, thrown onto the streets by her own parents. Rin had the audacity to break their rule of interacting with the meager and inevitably take the commoner in against their parent's wishes. At the time, you could excuse her because she was merely a child, looking out into the city from their carriage as they went by. By fate, the small girl had happened upon the greenette. Len remembered how she was so stupid as to jump out of their moving transport that had slowed down in the cramped city streets. His sister wandered up to a slightly older, shivering figure in a alley to offer her hand. He had hardly thought their parents would approve to bringing that parasite infested sack of bones into their home. Their father and mother - King and Queen before them had always said to keep their distance from anyone outside palace walls. Even the many servants that attended to them were to be treated as they were. Slaves.

They weren't chosen, they weren't born of royalty as Rin and Len were, it was obvious God meant for them to be nothing but minions to them. Len hated it. He hated it all. How his own flesh and blood had cast him away to work in the backgrounds while she was the voice, the decider over all. He hated that damn low born even more though. He would make sure once he had his throne back he wouldn't allow any mercy to become of them. Rin was too lost now.

The blonde prince covered himself in more poverty-ridden clothes, they were ragged and torn, but he decided it was better than his ordinary attire. Outside his palace, anyone who were to know it was him would immediately panick. And any hiding out thugs would undoubtedly kill him in cold blood because of what he did to their precious black market. Len grimaced at the thought of his royal blood being spilled in his own borders before mounting a lone stallion, leading it toward the city. It was dark making it easier for him to sneak out of Kagamine walls, he was being careful not to alert any guards. If they were to know he was departing, they would definately alert Rin of his absence. She didn't need to know what he was doing. If she was not interested in capturing Megurine, then he could find some people who would be willing. Rin was a fool if she thought she could conquer both Kamui and Shion by herself. Kamui's soldiers were untrustworthy when it came to battle, sure, but Shion had a vast army of veterans, he was a famous tactician in war. People say it was because of his connections with magic that he had never lost a fight. Saying how it was because he could predict the future and tactics of his opponents. Rin thought it was just rumours, that no one so young could achieve such heights as a mage. Even the oldest of mages had difficulty anticipating if it would rain within the next week. To know what your foe was plotting in battle would be a feat indeed. "Impossible", Rin had said.

Len would just love to see her be a victim of the King Shion's prowess, to see her beg for her life to be spared as all her men were dead around her. Just for the opprotunity for her to see her flaws, her mistakes in abandoning him. She doesn't realize he is a valuable piece yet. But when the walls around her crumble and the heat of fire scorches her skin, a blade pointing at her throat and tears streaming down her face at her fallen empire, she will then realize victory was never within her grasp.

His blue eyes shot back and forth around the darkened streets. They were rather empty. A carriage or two would pass him by or a few civilians scouring the night for perhaps a place to indulge in some late night drinking. He picked up his pace, prompting his horse to speed up down the path. It was a couple corners down that he found where he was headed. It was a tavern in the centre of the city, famous for their entertainers which ranged from bards to acrobats, dancers to jugglers and what ever the world had to offer. Travelling performers would often wander into Kagamine walls in their journeys, this kingdom was rather lenient when it came to explorers. Len assumed that would change relatively soon with Rin in the throne. She would most likely close off their palace in favour of privacy, she couldn't risk a spy entering her city after all.

He dismounted his horse, beginning to trudge up to the establishment, a hood over his head. However, most people had no idea what the prince or his sister looked like. They had never left home before, other than the times they would accompany their parents so many years ago, but even than they were restricted to the confines of their transport.

The name of the lodge was "The Old Guard". The building was tall stone with rounded arcs and windows visible only into the second floor and up. There were a few golden banners hanging from the walls displaying the name and an emblem of a man in armour with a lions head, one hand holding a shield. He pondered the choice of design for a moment before entering. The entrance was a double door, two men standing at the sides to open it for him and any others who were opting to celebrate within the tavern.

Len looked around. A large rectangular stage divided the centre of the room into two, balconies layed over head with audiences observing the performance currently going on. Ropes were suspended from the very high ceiling holding rods that two women - dressed in thick ruffles - grabbed onto. They flipped from one to the other with boneless grace as men on the side lines cheered them on. The women's faces were painted in white and only their lips were a vibrant shade of red. Their whole appearence was something new to Len, they reminded him somewhat of jesters. The waitresses were oddly dressed too. He noticed they were adorned in mens clothing, their hair tied tight into high buns, their faces wearing pale shades of make up.

Len took his gaze off the employees and scanned for a likely target. The men here were nothing more than shop owners or honest workers, not the type he was looking for to take on his offer. He pushed his way through the people surrounding the platform, finding himself soon at the bar. No better luck it seemed. He needed someone strong and agile and that could handle a blade. One who wouldn't hesitate when taking a life. Megurine wasn't going to be here for long after all.

"Oi! You stole my money, you ro'en thief!"

The prince quickly looked over to the man yelling in the corner. He wasn't quite tall enough to see over the crowd, but the next thing he heard was a crash and a couple blows being traded.

"D-Damn you!" The men panted seeming out of breath. He groaned as he stood up, eyeing the stranger with a narrowed brow and anger. The girl looked at him arrogantly, a sneer crossing her face. Len managed his way to the front of the mob that spurred the fight on. He saw the "thief" standing before the staggering man. She was tall and slim with an obvious muscle tone apparent in her arms and legs. A black eye patch concealed her right eye, the other one a fierce blue as it eyed her opponent. Her hair was long and black, tied into two pigtails reaching the tops of her bare shoulders, a part of her hair was blue matching her eye. A haughty smile stretched her lips as she held an arm up, indicating to her companions she didn't need their assistance when dealing with this intoxicated man.

"So? What if I did steal yer' money? Not like you 'ad much" She stated, watching the man wipe the blood from his busted lip that she had dealed him not five mintues before.

"You an' yer damned bandit friends o'tta get lost. The watch guards 're goin' to 'ave yer necks".

The tall girl spat at the man as she hoisted her large pike over her shoulder at an attempt at intimidation. When he stood resolutely before the tall woman, Len thought that he may be too drunk to even know where he was because he was obviously too drunk to know he was trying to pick a fight with a whole band of cut throats.

"Master Ruko," one of her friends began "We gotta leave. He might be right to be wary of the guards"

"I'd sooner kiss a pig than let 'em ol' guards catch me" the girl named Ruko sneered.

"Never the less, we have... "buisness" to attend to" he said as he took one step toward the exit on the opposite side of the building. Ruko lifted her rough finger tips to her eye-patch with a serious expression. She huffed an annoyed breath before flashing her foe with a menacing glare, turning away.

"Oi! Whad'you think yer doin-"

Crack.

The leader of the bandits had had enough of his rants and with such speed that their audience could hardly follow, she mercilessly struck his jaw with a right hook, hearing a satisfying snap as she broke the bones of the left side of his face. The punch forced his body into the far wall as he collasped to the floor. Whirling back around as if nothing had happened, she joined her seven companions heading out of the building.

Len stared wide eyed at the man, probably dead on the ground. Some of the employees had heaved the unconscious body off of the floor and started carrying him toward the back door, others staying behind to clean the mess. The prince quickly looked to the back of the black-haired girl, a spear over one shoulder as she disapeared behind the double doors. It was as if the sound of it creaking shut once again stirred Len from his dazed and slightly awed state of mind because he found his body starting to run after her without him hardly realizing it. He nearly hit the floor as he tripped over his feet, fumbling with his hands to hold his coin purse securely within in his grasp as he dashed out onto the dark streets. He looked right and left, seeing the group marching straight down the path. They didn't seem to care at all that they were wielding lethal weaponry in front of anyone to see. Neither did the guards who passed them as they failed to spare them a second glance. Instead they maintained safe distance from the band.

Len started running again toward them, he raised one arm up in an almost waving motion as he beckoned them, "Excuse me!"

They ignored his rather loud call and continued down the road. He frowned and sped up, opening his mouth again to address them but the words got caught in his throat as he was about a foot away from the tall girl. In a flash she had swung the blunt end of her pike into his chest, knocking him onto his back, his hood coming off as he hit his head on the ground and she pinned him to the ground with her weapon. Her eye seemed to glow within the shadowed night, shining with the stars and moon as he looked up at her, unconsciously grabbing the long spear in his hands. He winced when he felt her put more pressure onto his chest, making it almost hard for him to breath. Her arrogant demeanor has changed dramatically from when she was in the lodge, her face now was serious, eyeing the boy as if he was prey. She looked hungry for blood, she wanted to kill something. So badly. Why not this boy? He was defenceless. Wandering the streets like a lost puppy without his owner. Surely he should have known not to walk up to a group of armed strangers at such a late hour. It was his own fault if she couldn't resist the tempting opprotunity.

"U-Um.. I-I need your talent" Len muttered, loud enough for only the girl to hear. This brought about a strange look to be directed at the blonde boy.

"Whad'you mean?" asked Ruko. She was suddenly curious with this boy, he for some reason hasn't began begging for his life, but instead has had the gull to ask for something from her.

"I need your help in tracking down someone for me. I need the person brought to me." Len tightened his grasp on the weapon as the bandit applied more pressure.

"I'm no delivery boy, an' what makes you think I'd do anything for a runt like you?"

"I will pay you. Just hear me out, the person I'm looking for is Megurine Luka" Len explained hastily. The spear suddenly was removed from his chest, the girl nodded toward him, her friends picking him up by his rags and pinning his arms behind his back as she turned from him for a moment. She traced her fingers along her eye-patch once again, mumbing to herself.

"Luka... Luka... Luka..." She repeated over and over quietly. Ruko removed the eye-patch and cast her gaze around languidly. "Ahh... I finally see. Luka... is the person you want." She said slowly. When she turned back around to meet Len's gaze, he noticed her other eye was red, contrasting the other beautifully. She stepped toward him, pike in hand and pointed the sharp blade to his face as she closed in, looking at him with that same blood thirsty stare.

"She's still 'ere it seems. I can see 'er..." Len was cowed slightly under her gaze as she retreated from him. "Whada delicious prey she will be"

"Master Ruko, we have other things to-" a man holding Len started.

"It's fine. This'll be even better. This 'ere prince will pay handsomely." She smiled.

"Prince? I don't know what you're talking about." Len stated defensively.

"I'm no fool Kagamine. Don't test me" said Ruko irritatedly.

"How did you know?" Len asked with an edge as if he was accusing her of something.

"This eye see's all. As I said, without that eye-patch, I know where yer culprit is" said Ruko as she began walking away from him. The men let go of the blonde boy and followed after their leader. Len wondered what the hell was up with this girl. One moment she's all haughty and playful, the next she's serious and wrathful and even after that she's acting like some psycho. He gulped down the burden that had grown in his throat as he trailed behind the unstable girl.

Miku had released her tome from it's bindings sometime after she and Gumi settled Luka in the up stairs room of her shop. The room was relatively tidy compared to what disaster resided in the lower floor. There were still a number of books piled up near the lone full bookshelf against the wall, positioned side by side with the only window besides the one that hung above the bed. Another desk was placed in the opposite corner to the bed which only had a couple notes and an open book placed on top of it. A mirror-dresser-desk thing was placed at the foot of the worn mattress, a few random objects littering it's surface. At the bed side was a low dresser and beside that was a table homing a variety of dieing plants.

The tealette shifted in her spot on the desk chair, flipping through another page of her book as she sighed. The stories she loved so much were not enough to take her mind off of what was going on. Ordinarily she would easily be swept away from all of her worries if she skimmed these pages, believing in such a fantastic world, but every now and then her hands strayed from the pages to unconsciously rub her neck where the enchantment had claimed her. She continued to toy with the emerald that now hung over her chest that had very well saved her. It had this strange familiar aura about it that she couldn't quite place. It was cold yet comforting, familiar yet alien, powerful yet subtle, and close to her yet felt like it might as well be on the other side of the earth.

Even though it had saved her life, Miku still felt guilt seep into her thoughts about what happened to Luka. She didn't know what this gem meant to her, but Gumi had said Luka would be fine with some rest. There was nothing physically wrong with the older girl, Gumi couldn't quite explain what was happening.

Miku had just woken up to the greenette frantically sifting through all of her available remedies and other spells, she would run from one side of the room to the other, wreaking havoc as she did, being careful around her long time friend who was unconscious on the floor. Miku had volunteered to look after her as Gumi worked down stairs saying she had something to take care of.

Another hour with the pinkette fast asleep was approaching and it only continued to unsettle her. The tealette was tempted to remove the charm and put it back around Luka's neck in hopes for her to suddenly awaken. But she knew that she could never take it off. Not as long as the young king still lived and had this restriction bonding them together as master and servant.

Setting the book down, Miku struggled to get more comfortable in her spot. She supposed she should rest. She hasn't been able to sleep properly with all that had been going on.

As Luka reopened her eyes, she noticed she was still laying down, but only now in a warm bed and without that woman in her arms. On impulse, Luka brushed her lips with her finger tips, the sweetness and sensation already gone or had never happened in the first place. She moved her hand down toward her neck where the person had left something, only to find nothing there.

The scent of stew and fresh bread, perhaps even some other sweet pastries filled the room and the sound of movement was heard below her. She examined the room she occupied vaguely, taking more time with the different small crevaces in the ceiling more than anything else. She must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. She was famished and dehydrated now and reluctantly pulled her body up, she groaned as her body ached. What a horrible bed, she felt some pity towards the green-haired girl.

She glanced around until her eyes met with those of teal that had looked up from the black printed letters in her book, Luka froze immediately.

"Luka! You're awake" Miku exclaimed as she saw the pinkette sit up. Picking up the tray of food on the desk top beside her, Miku walked over to the other girl. Luka blushed for some odd reason as she saw the amulet securely fastened around the smaller girl's slim neck, again bringing her own hand up to where it once was.

"Y-yes, I'm awake. Um... W-where's Gumi?" stuttered Luka as she looked away. Miku didn't notice her off behaviour as she sat right next to the girl, the food on her lap. Before she answered, the tealette offered the tray to Luka who took it timidly, being careful not to touch the other girl.

"She is down stairs. She said she had something to take care of, she doesn't know your awake yet though." This confused Luka who finally looked back at Miku with a questioning gaze. Something to do? The pinkette glanced out the window, it was dark, maybe still a few hours until sun rise from what she could tell.

Wait- Luka thought, looking at the sky in disbelief. It was this late? She gave the food back to the tealette before standing up and making her way toward the door hastily, not bothering to explain herself to the baffled girl. Luka rushed down the stairs, finding Gumi who was tinkering with a few equations on paper, casting her gaze back to the star charts every now and then.

"Gumi," Luka addressed sternly, though this didn't faze the girl who looked back up at her from her notes and smiled excitedly.

"Luka! You're finally up! How are you feeling-"

"What time is it?" Interuppted Luka in slight panick.

"A few hours passed midnight?" The greenette guessed as she put a finger to her chin.

Luka's eyes widened at the information, she made her way to the table Gumi was working at, placing her hands firmly on the table to steady herself, "Did a boy named Leon stop by?"

"I didn't get his name, but a boy was here"

"D-did he give you anything?" asked Luka hurriedly.

Gumi stroked her chin, a mischevious smile on her lips, "Don't worry," she said going behind her store's counter, lifting a tattered brown sack tied at the top by rope out from behind for the pinkette to see. "Your possessions are all right here. It was just like you to use that old code".

Luka sighed in relief as she walked up to Gumi, retrieving her items she had discarded after she saved Miku. Luka was kind of surprised the greenette had rememberd that old "code". It consisted of a simple riddle she has shared with Gumi from one of her travels. It was, "Sadness hides in the shadow of stars. Sadness hides in the shadow of the moon" She had actually heard it in a tale about a beautiful woman living on the moon. It had detailed about how this woman hid her tears in the sky, disguising them as stars so no one knew she was ever crying. She told this story to Leon too. He was a boy she had met in the city when she was looking for a place to eat, somewhere that looked like it would satisfy her childhood craving of sweets and sugary goods. He worked at a bakery located not too far from here. She would also purchase carrot cake from that shop for when she visited Gumi so long ago. He was nice and would sometimes allow her to have an extra treat for no fee which she always was grateful for. She hadn't seen him since the last time she came her, she was glad he asked no questions when she intruded upon him out of the blue, asking for a favour and a few of his clothes.

"What's wrong Luka?" asked Miku as she entered the room. The pinkette was stirred from her musings and quickly distracted herself from Miku by sifting through the bag, pulling out her black cloak and hood along with her sword and sheath.

"I just had to gather my belongings" said Luka, a nervous smile on her face. It was too soon to act casual around her still. Perhaps it would only take until later in the day, Luka assured herself. As she was putting it back inside the roughened sack, a note tumbled from her boot and onto the floor. She bent down, picking it up carefully and bringing it to her face to read.

Luka,

I have no idea why you had suddenly showed up again after so long and to my bakery of all places. However, I know what has become of the girl who I had helped all those years ago. It's hard not to when your face is plastered on nearly every available surface. A girl charged with murder, thievery, mutiny and what ever else a person can be accused of. But, even so, I still trust you know what you are doing. If you didn't, I'm sure you would have been captured a long time ago. I know that you must have good, pure intentions for what you did. It's because of this belief that I am helping you now. I advise you to never come here again. Not until it's safe. That girl, I think you mentioned that her name was Gumi, I have seen her often wandering the streets looking for someone. Customers at my store have said others were getting suspicious of her. It may be soon that they figure out that she had something to do with you. That could only go one way for the girl you realize. So, I promise to take you as far as the city Galla. Tell that girl to act as if she doesn't know your name. It will for the best, you'll see. I'll be there a few hours before sunrise so I can be back at the bakery before anyone notices I'm gone. Be ready.

Sincerely,

Leon

Luak frowned at the letter, slipping it into her pocket and trudging up the stairs. "I'm going to change. Miku gather anything you may need, we will be leaving shortly"

"W-wait, Luka! You're leaving so soon?" asked Gumi with a twinge of disappointment. It was true that the pinkette has only been there for a few hours and who knew how long it would be until she would be back. Maybe never...

For some unexplainable reason, she felt almost used. They were friends right? Yet it was like Luka had just flaunted something special in front of her face that she couldn't have and wouldn't be allowed to have. Coming here with that girl and a request to fix her and then up and leaving. Isn't that using her? Just a bit? Gumi had this shop, but it's not like she wanted this. She wanted a life outside like Luka. Maybe even with her. Travelling the rolling hills and setting out on quests, just the two of them. They could chart stars and constellations as they studied the sky together. Or even study and explore old ruins that people hadn't entered in centuries. They could make up ridiculous theories about how the universe worked and how it was created, only to be scolded by Lily as she would always do. They would surely find her again, and things would be just like how they used to be. She wanted it back. She wanted everything back. Gumi didn't want to be abandoned again.

But, even though this is what she wanted and she was upset that she couldn't be with the pinkette anymore, the greenette would never show it. She refused to sound so needy in front of her old friend. Luka was like a bird, free to roam the skies seeing new lands. But Gumi, she was like a tree, rooted firmly in place where she could only see the same things and go through the same routines that left her empty. Wishing she could join her friend in that beautiful blue atmosphere.

Luka continued up the stairs, not answering the other girl's question. She didn't want to leave Gumi like that, but as Leon had said it was for the best. She couldn't string the smaller girl along in all of her crimes. But, she promised herself she would come back again, bearing some of her favorite carrot cake as she once again knocked on this door.

Luka finished slipping on her worn boots, sliding her blade along her hip into it's holster. She sighed as she wandered up to the mirror at the foot of the bed, examining her reflection. She never looked at it often, reminded to much of the wanted picture on the streets. She sometimes liked to pretend she was free, but at the same time in the back of her mind she knew she wasn't. Luka thought back to the dream, with that woman under the tree. Was this her intention? To cut off her wings so she couldn't fly? She shook the thought from her head. There was no way that she would do that to her. This will lead to something good eventually. Maybe something already has happened. The pinkette dismissed the thought of Miku that had appeared in her mind, wearing her emerald. Luka frowned, that better not of been her doing. Were the gods truly just screwing with her?

The older girl was abruptly yanked away from her ponderings as the window to the upper floor was smashed by a bottle being thrown through it. A rag was stuffed in the top and lit on fire and as it hit the ground the fire spread where the alcohol inside had spilled.

The next thing she heard was the front entrance being pounded on by enemies outside.

"Luka!" Gumi shouted from down stairs. The pinkette hastily smothered the small fire with the blankets available from the bed before rushing to her friends' aid. She saw Miku helping Gumi barricade the door as people on the outside were battering against it with tremendous force. Luka helped the greenette push one of her book shelves onto the heap of other furniture before telling her to gather anything that was useful.

"Gumi, grab any useful potions and other items quickly!" ordered Luka who readied her sword. Gumi nodded to her before running toward the back of the room. Miku who had been fairly quiet in shock looked to Luka for some explanation which the pinkette could not provide. She assumed it had to be palace guards on the hunt for her head.

Outside Ruko stood with her pike over her shoulder with a bored expression and eye-patch placed back over her eye as her men continued assaulting the humble establishment. Len stood anxiously beside her, they shouldn't be there for long, Rin's soldiers would undoubtedly show up sooner or later.

"How long it this going to take?" Len asked impatiently.

Ruko looked at him with annoyance, "Sit still prim rat. If you want it done yer way, go a 'ead"

Len grumbled something under his breath and crossed his arms like an imudent child. This may be all he had, but it didn't mean he was grateful. In fact it was the complete opposite. Once he had his hands on the infamous Megurine, his no good sister was next.

A/N: I didn't know how to end the chapter so sorry about that. And, again I'd like to hear your thoughts on what you think my new story is gonna be about or if you'd be interested. I'll update soon.