My past and present are completely different. They weren't from the start, but now I catch myself feeling giddy, laughing, showing emotion... Opening.

These things make my past look a tragedy. My past... where to start? My parents, Airisu Yanagi, my mother, and Kurai Yanagi, my father. Both were average parents. My mother was a 'stay-home' mom, while my dad worked as a cook in one of the local restaurants. The pay wasn't huge, per say, but we had enough where we could live quite comfortably.

I've never exactly had friends. That's why my parents became very over protective of me. They thought that I was a bit bad in the way of social skills. And I was. But their overly protective nature kept people away. Not that I ever met anyone that I found significant. I spent all my time from age one two age three, I spent all of my time with my parents. I guess that I should be thankful for that. At least I spent all of the first three years of my life with my parents, since they weren't around for long.

I sometimes wonder if mom took too many pills on purpose. If she had wanted to be released from her current life. Thought she could start anew. But when she died, it was a huge blow to the family. I was only one, and so I had to be enrolled into a day care so that I wouldn't be left home alone. The teacher absolutely loathed me. I had a bad temper, since I was use to being with my dad all of the time. I would cry and throw fits, or so my dad wrote in his journal he left behind for me.

Ever since my mother died, my father had started writing in a journal, so that if he died unexpectantly, I would know what my life with him had been like, even if I didn't really remember him, or my life with my mother.

I don't really know how it had happened, my father's death. All I can remember, if I think a lot, so much foamy blue that I can barely make out the hazy shape of a man in front of me. I know from what the orphanage care takers told me when I turned seven that I had jumped in to go after my dad, but I, apparently, did not know how to swim.

I lived in the orphanage until I was eleven, when I was adopted. We had had a singing contest at the orphanage; we held one once or twice a year, and a coworker for Easter had been present, apparently hopeful to find a singer in the making. When I came up to sing my song, the Heart Eggs of the many small children would come out, and float beside them. The coworker spotted this, and adopted me. Maybe Easter had hoped that raising the worker from a younger age would make them agree to work better for them.

They were wrong. I was never obedient. during my home-schooling(from age four to age eight), which never went very well, I would never listen, usually drawing people or animals in my notebook while listening to a woman speak to me. I got my Cello when I turned nine, which had been left by my father in a will.

In years to come, I began to feel imprisoned. My life was directed by these people, like some sick play. Of course, I had no Charas then, so I felt completely and utterly alone. I woke up one morning when I was thirteen. There were five eggs in my bed. My immediate reaction was panic. "Oh, no! Have I given birth?! Oh my gosh, what should I do!?" I remember screaming.

The first to hatch was Somu, which gave me a lucky break. I could easily Character Change with her to get her personality, then hit the teacher or other object. She also gave me the strength I needed to keep being somewhat cheerful.

Next, Hatsune and Miko hatched, at the same time. Hatsune helped me learn to play my Cello better, while Miko assisted with my singing. Of course, Miko made it sure that I would be working for Easter as a singer, but that wasn't all bad. I could still sing.

Yuuri was the last egg to hatch. She hatched when I was fourteen, in July, before my birthday. She hatched around the time I met Ikuto, and she and Somu both made me say extremely unfortunate things to him. Yuuri was worse, though. She almost made me confess my feelings for him once, after my fifteenth birthday... Almost.

After that, when I stopped having hope that Ikuto would ever like me, my fifth egg became an X. It drifted away, and I never saw it again.

On the issue of my meeting Ikuto, it's complicated. Since I was in Easter, I would often see him roaming the halls, or up on the roof. Of course, he knew who I was, but not that my whole artistic production was backed by Easter. I cleverly avoided him at Easter. The only times that I saw him where in school, and that's when Yuuri and Somu would attempt to take hold of my emotionless personality. He never once suspected me of working for Easter until this year.

I often wonder what my father and mother would think if they knew what I was doing for a living, now. They would probably have hoped that I would one day become a famous Cellist. And I will, once Easter is through with me.

With people and friends, I shy away. I think when I see them, "Don't get too close. You'll die... you'll leave me. I'll be miserable..." That is truly what I think. Just so they won't get too close. I don't want them to. But with Ikuto... it is unavoidable, now.

My life will never goo back to the way it used to be. Even if it could, it would be like trying to cover up black permanent marker with white-out...

You will still see where the mark was. Always. Forever.