A/N: I'm back, lovelies!

Updating news! Okay, so I noticed that my updating system was just a big no-no for both you guys and for me. So! I modified it somewhat! Instead of waiting for the next chapter to finish, once a week has passed, I'll post the chapter I've finished! (If I finish one at all that week, aljharutgh;;) I hope that's okay, and I hope this explanation made sense, hehe.

P.S. I hope you guys can forgive me for the hiatus. Promise, I'll try my best to not post another hiatus for as long as I can!

Onwards!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Shugo Chara besides this story and a couple of characters.

Chapter 4 - Miki - The Designer -

The next day started off pretty normally. Except, today, my sisters and I decided to have a nice stroll around town to look for appropriate ball attire.

You know what that meant?

That meant dresses.

And you know who's great at designing, or choosing designs that best fit our personalities?

That's right, me.

It didn't take us long to agree to go to one of our favorite dress shop - 'Vampiress Dresses'. The moment we entered, we were greeted by a few clerks.

One of the clerks we knew by heart and annoyance, Jo, immediately directed us to the back of the store, where all the shipments were at. There were always extra fabrics, laces, and pretty much every dress material that you can think of so if they're having a hard time designing a dress, they know to call me. I always ask them to credit me, of course.

"Alright, girlsies," Jo said. "We have dress materials of your favorite colors in all shades, but we'll need dear Miki's help." Jo pulled me forward in a half-embrace thing, and I immediately returned it. Yeah, we've been good friends for a long time.

He called over a couple of his co-workers, some I recognized, and they were quite attentive. I started my sketches right away.

The first sketch was of Ran's dress. The chest was a corset without the lacy sexiness, connected by spaghetti straps. On the middle of the corset was a little heart, since I knew 'twas Ran's favorite shape. The skirt blossomed as it went down, into the shape of an upside down tulip. On the top of the tulip-like shape were black sparkles, and cascading down were more hearts. It wasn't an overkill of hearts, just a couple here and there. The dress was short, too, so Ran was able to do some sport activities.

The next dress was Su's. The chest was like Ran's, except hers was shorter, with short sleeves instead of spaghetti straps. The dress, puffy, bloomed in a tea-cup like shape. The skirt was layered into three parts, the last layer containing three clovers on the front, and three on the back. At the very bottom of the dress were black frills. At the back, a maximized, green ribbon.

After Su's was Diaya's dress, something very simple (Diaya never really had a knack for anything too fancy for her taste). The chest was also corset-like, except it was more diamond shaped. On the middle, an actual skirt, long, black, yellow, and orange, layered. The black was layered on top of the yellow and orange, and the yellow on top of the orange.

Lastly, my dress. This one didn't have a corset like all my other sisters, except the chest was separated by an upside down spade. The collar was double layered, mix and matching colors of blue, I thought. It also had a ribbon, all flow-y, under it. The skirt was long, with ruffles on the bottom of the skirt, and on the back, a ruffled bow to keep the spade shape in place (I have a knack for ruffles, okay? Just, not too much).

I showed the workers and my sisters, who were anxiously looking over my shoulder, the finished sketches. All 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed, excitement obvious in their expressions. I have to admit, I'm kind of proud of the sketches. I just hoped the actual thing came out right.

After some time, they fortunately looked almost exactly like they did in my head and sketches. When offered, my sisters and I all excitedly rushed to the fitting rooms to try on the dresses. When we came out of the fitting rooms, well-

Not to sound vain, but we looked beautiful. We twirled and danced together, very pleased with how we looked. It wasn't often that we did that, nor was it often for me to think myself as beautiful.

Sometimes, there are just those days, I guess.

We stayed in the little shop until dinner. We casually strolled away from town, closer towards the human territories. This time we didn't flit, since we found no reason to rush. Once close enough, Diaya lured one of them with her singing. Her song, having no literal use except for luring humans, was sad and woeful. The melody was soft and slow, dark and mysterious. It was a complete opposite of her look, one of shades of whites and oranges and yellows. It didn't take her prey long to follow her voice, silky and calm despite the song, and soon enough they were knocked unconscious. She picked a place where a vein was at, doing her thing, and soon enough a cloud of blood formed in no time. She drank quickly, and soon, it was Su's turn.

Su took a bunch of her cookies from earlier today, all injected with some sort of food poisoning weak enough to not kill a person, but have them sick for a couple of days. She luckily didn't have to step into the humans' territories, her pray being a drunkard, and just lightly tapped them on the shoulder a couple of times. Using the most innocently seducing smile she could muster (makes me so proud), she asked them, "Care for a sample, desu?" With her innocent look and delicious-smelling cookies, the pray instantly bought the bait. She knocked them unconscious, muttering an apology, and did her thing as well, this time not needing to give Granny any blood. A little cloud of blood soon formed, and Su took her time drinking.

Not long after, it was Ran's turn. Ran used her favorite tactic; playing a helpless, injured little girl. Once a pray came close enough that she deemed easy enough to fool, she cried out in fake pain. That immediately took a hold of her pray's attention, and soon enough, they were slowly approaching Ran, as she acted as if she was in incredible pain. The victim showed extreme worry, occasionally asking if Ran was okay, and her smirk was obvious from where Diaya, Su and I were watching. Once close enough, Ran slowly turned to show herself to her prey. They gasped once they saw her fangs, but weren't quick enough to do anything. They were unconscious in no time. Ran did her thing and drank quickly, savoring every drop. "Always makes me feel rejuvenated," she commented.

Last but not least, it was my turn. I took out my instrument, a flute, and began playing a soft tune. The tune gradually became louder, clearer, sadder. The main emotion the tune played was despair and sadness, yet it was beautiful. My prey quickly took notice of the beautiful song and walked to my direction. They looked sad and in misery, to which I made the tune softer yet stronger, sadder yet much more beautiful, more confident yet heartbreaking. The closer the prey, the softer the tune, for I knew they were trapped within my music, wanting to hear more of it until the end. Once close enough, I knocked them upside the head with my fist. I chose a vein in their body, and did my thing, a cloud of blood soon forming. I took my precious time, savoring every drop the way Ran did.

Then, we went home.

Once we found Grandma was awake, we showed her our dresses in the spur of excitement. The look on her face showed surprise and pride when she found out I was the one who designed it, when it really shouldn't have been all that surprising. I appreciated it nonetheless.

We all tried it on for her, creating something of a miniature fashion show in our living room. Afterwards, we talked about our day, Jo, and what tactics we used to lure our food this time. Much like how she was constantly doing, Grandma warned us not to fall in love with humans. We, of course, agreed, and continued to talk about whatever we could talk about. Afterwards, we decided to watch a little movie, Granny excusing us for only for once and promising not to tell our parents of how late we were going to go to bed.

Gotta say, it was a good day.

Morning soon woke me up, much to my annoyance. My, can't the bats just stop squeaking and the moon stop shining for a couple more hours, please?

Apparently, that wasn't what the day had planned for me, as the moon's light seemed to grow brighter, and the bats much louder. I went downstairs, pajama and all, and saw everyone already ready for the day.

It looked like they were getting ready to go somewhere to wreck havoc, or simply start the day normally.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, taking a sip of blood from Diaya's cup. Diaya pouted, but otherwise didn't really care. It was then that I noticed a portfolio, nearly filled to the brim.

"What the hell is that?," I asked.

A smile broke upon Ran's face, as she answered. "It's the one and only file filled to the brim of every single information needed to know about Kiseki Somaki, the prince we're going to kidnap. It's got information of the day, hour, minute, second, and hospital he was born, all the way to the last meal he ate yesterday."

My widened eyes and shocked look was soon replaced with an amused smirk, as I reached over the table to take the portfolio and read every single thing in it.

A/N: Welp, here is the fourth chapter everyone! Unfortunately, I did NOT get to write the fifth or sixth chapters, I'm sorry. unu

I hope this chapter was at least a little bit satisfying to you, darling.

Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews!~ Have a lovely, happy forever, beautiful.