Len quietly opened the door to the second kitchen that was rarely ever used. The room was covered in dust and cobwebs while the floors had pools of old sugar had that lost its scent; across the old marble.

"What a pigsty." Len thought with disgust. As the spoiled prince that he is; he would much rather work in a different kitchen that was polished and clean to perfection, but he did not want to humiliate himself by going into a kitchen where there were a dozens of chefs and bakers to observe the King baking a cake and covered with flour.

Len made his way slowly to the kitchen after he closed the door quietly so no one would hear of a door slamming and to go a inspect it. He kept walking until he got to the old neglected curtains and pulled them back reveling the buttery light that shined in the sky. The dark kitchen began to lighten up by the suns touch-kissing every inch of the room with it golden glow. A large piece of cloth that came from the ragged curtains ripped off in Len's hands making him lose his balance and he fell flat on his buttocks.

"Ow!" He groaned, loudly. "Why is this floor is so hard…?" He whispered. After he recovered he looked at the piece of the discarded cloth in his hands. With the suns bright light he was able to identify the color of materiel. It was the color of a dried rose-dark pink or was it dark red or purple? It was so worn he could not tell. "But it is Sis's favorite color." He thought. Rin always loved roses, whatever color they were, she loved them. Once when they were little she picked a whole bouquet of yellow roses for her mother on mother's day.

Len smiled a bit as he remembered that. "Rin smelled of roses for the entire month." He chuckled. He then looked at the worn ceiling and thought about how his sister had passed out. His smiled disappeared. "She was probably pushing herself the entire time yesterday…" He whispered. "I guess it didn't help when I took her all over the palace and maybe if I didn't suggest we ride out horses to see those cherry blossoms we wouldn't have had to walk all the way back…no wonder she passed out." His eyes sadden.

He then clenched his fist and looked up with determination. "Maybe after I bake the cake I'll give her a huge slice of it! Rin loves cake! I'll even pour a river of honey on top for her!" He thought confidently with a childish grin while squeezing the cloth in his hands.

Len then stood up and threw the cloth aside to the sugar covered floor. "Well I better get started…" He said. He looked around for a cook book but couldn't find any. "Where in the world are those stupid books." He thought as his patience was running out. He kept looking around until he spotted some cupboards. He knew that's where the cook books were mostly likely to be stacked there. He walked quickly to the cupboards and raised his hand up to open it, but he could not reach it. He growled and then stood on his tiptoes but he still could not reach it. Len blushed. "I'm so very glad none are here to observe this…" He whispered. He then turned around looking for a stool he could stand on that would give him a much better advantage of reaching the cupboard. "If they have stools for boarding a horse then they must have a stool in this filthy pigsty as well!" He thought, still searching for one.

Finally after searching for ten minutes he finally found an old stool that was covered in dust in cobwebs from its lack of care and use. He grumbled as he saw how dirty it was but he quickly let it go when he realized it was the only stool available in the old kitchen. Len put his hands on the bottom of the stool with hesitation when he felt the dirt and sticky cobwebs touching his fingers. "Nasty…" He moaned, uncomfortably. He picked it up but shook a bit for it was a bit too heavy for his petite body, but he shook his head and slowly made his way back to the spot where he was trying to reach the cupboard and quickly set it down. He felt to his knees with his hand on the ground panting. "How humiliating!" He thought angrily. "To think that I, Len Kagamine, King of the most powerful kingdom in the universe, it weakened cause of one little stool?" He thought angrily, clenching his teeth. He then sighed. "At least it is not as heavy as Rin is…." He whispered as he remembered his struggle when he carried his unconscious sister to his bed so she could sleep comfortably. "She was heavier than a horse…" He thought as he felt sweat falling from his temples.

Len then quickly shook his head from those silly thoughts and walked up by the stool. First he examined the stool to make sure it was sturdy enough to hold him so it wouldn't break and he would injure himself. Len nodded while crossing his arms when he decided that it was sturdy enough to hold him, he carefully stood up on the stool and looked down on it. "Just as I predicted…" He began. "It's sturdy enough to hold me after all! But then again I am a genius!" Len said proudly.

Len then stretched his arm out for the cupboard and was able to reach the rusty handle. He slowly opened it so the handle wouldn't come off in his hands. When he finally opened it all the way he found at least seven different cook books in a neat row, all were covered in dust and smelled of old frosting.

"Ah! There they are!" Len said happily as he found them. He examined each of the books labeling on the spine to find which book could tell him how to bake a cake.

"Let's see…." He thought as he had his finger pressed to his lip, looking over the spines. "Holiday Happiness Meat NO, German Dishes NO, A Thousand recipes for Brioche NO, Soups Galore NO, French meals, NO,101 Sweet Treat Recipes YES!"(Chibi: Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Len's face brighten as he saw the book he was looking for he reached up and grabbed it tightly so it wouldn't fall from his delicate hands. "Gotcha!" He cheered as he examined the book, rereading the title so he would be sure he got the right one. He then smiled widely, shutting his eyes like excited child. "Now I'll be able to make a delicious cake just for Princess Miku! And Rin I promise you that you will get the first taste!" Len thought as he imaged Rin and Miku's happy, smiling faces when they would taste the sweet cake he was going to make; He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear a low crack running through the silent air, then there was another and the cupboard seemed taller to Len. When Len finally realized this he looked around wondering what the noise was and why he was suddenly shrinking; He soon got his answer.

The wood that held Len, suddenly disappeared under his feet, he screamed as he lost his balance and tumbled down on the sugar coated marble, scattering the old sweeteners everywhere. "Ouch…" The Prince mumbled as he slowly say up and rubbed the back of his head were he found a small bump. "Dammit…" He cursed in a hushed voice. He then spotted a pile of broken wood and immediately knew it was the stool that held him. Len slowly got up and stared at the pile with a glare.

"It's broken….cause it was weak. Things that are weak and feeble will always and up broken and thrown away…" He coldly whispered and kicked a piece of wood away. "I'll have the maids clean this up. This wood is for the fire now." Len thought. He then turned his attention away from the broken pieces of the useless stool and turned his attention to the cook book. He then smiled at it. "Now I can finally make something for her….my love, Princess Miku." He thought as Miku beautiful face blossomed in his mind again, his cheeks flushed as he smiled.

Len slowly opened the book as he walked to the wooden work table, he flipped through the old rumpled pages, he stopped at a few to admire the beautiful pictures of the cookies, parfaits, tarts, éclairs and pies. He stopped at a few pictures of the cakes that were painted in the book, but quickly moved forward to the next page. "Those cakes look too simple; I want Miku's cake to match her beauty." He thought. Len continued flipping the pages until he found a picture that caught his eye. It was a picture of large mint German chocolate cake with white frosting, lined with bright red strawberries that had green frosting on top. Len gazed at it with amazement. He licked his lips and smiled. "This one…" Len began. "This is the one that'll be Princess Miku's treat!" He finished, confidently.

"Now let's see what do I need….?" He whispered as he trailed his finger under the faded cursive writing.

"Ingredients." Len read:

Flour, Sugar, baking soda, salt, baking powder chocolate, oil, milk and eggs and mint leaves.

Len nodded "That seems easy enough." He thought. "I bet there's few of the ingredients in here…" Len wondered around the room in search for the ingredients and stopped when he found a cabinet that on the ground that was connected to a wooden work table. "Hm…Maybe there in there…" He thought. Len crouched down and opened the cabinet door, unfortunately because of the long years, the hinges of the cabinet had rusted away and once Len opened the door, it came right off in his hands!

"Wh-What the?" He asked bewildered. Len bit his lower lip. "Maybe I should hang the carpenter…" He thought, angrily. However his angered melted away when he saw old bags of, chocolate, sugar, flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Len's faces brighten "PERFECT!" He cheered. He threw the discarded cabinet door aside and helped himself to the ingredients. All at once he piled them all in his slender arms and carefully stood up, wobbling thought in the process for it was too heavy for him to cram all the heavy weight on himself at once, but he was determined to make a delicious treat for his green haired princess, immediately.

After the blond haired Prince set half of the ingredients down on the wooden work table, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Len then straighten his tie and tapped a finger to his chin. "Now, where in the world am I going to get oil, milk, eggs and mint leaves?" He thought.

Somewhere outside in the royal barnyard a round woman with rosy red cheeks was squeezing a cow's utter; it squirted out milk into a silver pale. "Looks like you've been eating well, have'ta, Gertrude." The women said the cow who just nibbled on some golden hay. The women giggled and she squeezed the last drop of the snow white milk into the pale.

The women gazed at the milk in amazement. "I'm proud of you Gertrude." The women began as she patted her cows side gently. "Today you've produced the richest and creamiest milk I've ever seen! If I live to be 200 I will never see such fine milk again in my life." She happily said.

"Did you say, that was the richest of milk you have ever milked from the cow…." A dark voice said, scaring her. The Prince was actually peeping through the door with a certain glare in his eyes.

"O-Oh your highness, I am very sorry." She said curtseying apologetically. "You gave me a fright and I'm so very glad it's you." She finished. "Yeah, glad that it is you without your pack of wolves." She added in her mind.

"How revolting she is…" Len thought.

"So what is it that you need?" She asked politely.

"Well as you are well aware that my sister, Rin has returned and I have supported her with a fine room as well as some decent clothing for her, I want you to unpack all of her belongings I gave to her and arrange them in the right order." Len said, dryly of course.

The women paused for a moment and then forced a smile on her face. "Yes, your highness." She said.

"Oh and wash your hands." Len quickly added. The maid froze as Len gave her an icy cold glare. "You had just finished milking this beast and I will not tolerate filthy hands touching my sisters belongings. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes…." The women whispered.

"Speak up!" The Prince ordered.

"Yes, your highness." She said, clearer this time.

"Good. Now leave." Len said as he pointed to the door. The maid nodded and walked out of the barn slowly while angrily clenching her fists, wanting to smack the ignorant and spoiled Prince that he is. After the maid was gone Len breathed and stared at the pale of the fresh creamy milk with sparkly eyes.

"Thank the stars; if this milk really is a s rich and fine as that ugly women had said, then this is milk that is fitting enough to be in the cake for Princess Miku." He thought. Len then rolled up his sleeves and walked to the pale. "Well I better get this to that disgraceful mess of a kitchen." Len said. He bend down and put his hands on the pale holder and started to pick it up. "Urrrgg!" Len groaned as he tried to pull the pale up but it was too heavy.

"This is really heavy." Len mumbled as drops of sweat formed on his temples. He tried again but it was just the same. "Whew! Okay, how am I gonna do this?" He asked himself. Len scratched his head trying to think of a way to bring the pail of the rich, creamy milk back into the castle in which the old kitchen was of where he was going to bake. Len crouched down and picked the pale from the bottom.

"UURRRGGG!" He groaned louder, straining his muscles to pick up the pale of milk. "This for you Miku!For Princess Miku!" Len told himself and with that he picked the heavy pale up in his arms and stood up as he did.

"YES I DID IT!" Len cheered as he imagined an audience of his people clapping for him. "Now then, I better get back before this is missed." He said with a wide smile. Len began to slowly walk away while carrying the milk that sloshed in the silver pale without spilling one little drop.

"Once I get this to the kitchen, then all that's left is the mint, the eggs and the oi-"

Smush!

From under his shoes, Len felt his boot smash into something soft and mushy. "Uh…!" Len stuttered, having thoughts of what he stepped into. Slowly, ever so slowly he looked down to his foot (The one that stepped in something.) and found that he had stepped in something, brown and it smelled awful. Len's jaw nearly dropped and his eye brows twitched, what Len had stepped in was…cow manure. "How could this happen to me?" Len thought. "Me? The King of Yellow, HOW?"

From behind him, Len could hear snickering, curious, Len turned his head around and found the cow that had just been milked, Gertrude, snickered at Len with a piece of hey, still in her mouth.

"Oh, Shut Up….!" Len growled at that cow.

"Huh?" Meiko asked, confused.

Leon smiled at her. "I said my name is Leon, are you completely stupid?" He chuckled. Meiko growled and picked up a feathered pillow and threw it at Leon's face.

"Don't call me stupid, you dunderhead!" Meiko fumed. Leon chuckled again. "What's so funny?" Meiko demanded.

"You are very childish for your age, miss." He chuckled.

Meiko blushed. "HUUUH?" She shouted she began to throw many things at him, the pillows, books and even feathered pens.

"Hey, please calm down." The young man pleaded.

Meiko stopped throwing things at him and then gruffly asked him as he rubbed his aching head. "Where am I?"

"Ow…geez you have one hell of an arm, miss." Leon said wincing. Meiko growled.

"I said: Where am I!" She shouted like a queen. However from the moment she raised her voice her head throbbed with pain once more. She clutched it her temples, groaning in pain. Leon's expression changed from the moment he saw her in pain and walked to her slowly.

"Take it easy now, miss." Leon spoke in a soft voice as he sat down next her and wrapped and arm around her so she wouldn't fall over from her terrible headache. Meiko's head hurt so badly that she didn't notice Leon was next to her.

"Ugh…." She groaned again, clutching her forehead. "It hurts…so much." She thought shutting her eyes tight from the pain. She then realized that there was a dull-achy feeling in her chest. "Why does my chest hurt?" She whispered gripping it tight by the cloth. "What in the world really did happen to me?" She whispered, unknowingly. Suddenly she felt a cold, damp cloth gently touching her aching forehead. She flinched as she felt the icy touch of the cloth but slowly recovered after she felt the coldness extinguishing the fiery pain that throbbed within her head. Meiko looked up slightly and found Leon's concerned face just inches from hers; he held the damp cloth that interacted with Meiko's throbbing forehead in his strong hands. A small shade of pink was painted on her cheeks.

"You drank too much of the liquor from my brothers bar and past out, you almost had a heart attack." Leon explained. Meiko was gasped at what Leon said.

"A-A H-Heart attack?" Meiko stuttered in disbelief.

Leon smiled at her. "I did say almost." He said teasingly. Meiko's shock melted away into annoyance once again.

"Do you have so much pleasure with jesting around with young women when they are injured is that you are as stupid as a slug that you have no idea that they are in pain?" She said a bit coldly. Leon chuckled at this, thinking that her prickly attitude was somewhat amusing. "What's so funny this time?" Meiko growled.

Leon chuckled again. "It is nothing." He said. "Oh and for recent question of where your location is, you are actually still in the bar, but since it's a family business as well, you're actually at our house." he said with a smile.

"OUR house?" Meiko asked a bit puzzled as Leon wrapped the cloth around her aching head, cooling off the pain a little.

"My little brother and his wife live here, the both of them run the bar." Leon explained as he tied the cloth in a ribbon like knot.

"And what do you do?" Meiko asked, mindlessly already forgetting her annoyance toward the young man she had just met.

"Well the only thing I do around here is clean up the vomit the customers make." He answered dryly.

Meiko frowned and looked at him with an annoyed expression. "You could have told me that BEFORE you touched me!" She fumed.

Leon chuckled. "Sorry." He said. "I washed my hands though."

Meiko crossed her arms. "Still it's disgusting to touch a lady with hands that touch the most disgusting of things!" She scoffed.

"Have you ever been a princess before or are you just naturally this spoiled?" Leon teased again. Meiko got angry once again that she began to pound her fist onto Leon's chest while violently cursing at him. Leon chuckled but his chuckling stopped when Meiko's fists began to hurt his chest so he stopped her by gently grabbing her wrists; luckily he did because as soon as he grabbed her wrists, Meiko began to pant heavily as a bolt of pain shot into her head. "Hey, are you okay?" Leon asked her.

Of course because of her stubborn nature she just brushed it off as if it was nothing. "I'm fine!" She shouted. But she was not, he she felt dizzy and he eyes were red and sore from the lack of sleep, her stomach was aching, her body shook and in less than a second she passed out in Leon's arms.

"Hey!" Leon called but he shut his mouth after he felt the top of Meiko's head. "Oh no, she's burning up…" He whispered a bit anxiously as he felt the burning heat of her forehead through the cloth that was still wrapped around her head. Leon undid the cloth and soaked it in the ice cold lake water in the silver bowl on the table next to the bed and gently put it of Meiko's head trying to quell the heating from her head. Her panting was getting heavier, it was clear to Leon that this wasn't just an ordinary hangover that most of the customers always had every time they come to his brothers bar, She was sick. "I have to go get the doctor. She could have pneumonia for all I know." He thought to himself.

Leon gently sat Meiko's head back on the pillow, tucked her in and quickly ran out of the room and silently closed the door so he wouldn't wake her and continued his running. "I'll be back!" Leon called as he fumbled with the front door knob of the bar door. "Hey, bro where ya going?" A deep voice called that was clearly from his brother. The bar was closed for that day so there were no customers in sight for his brother to see Leon, running out in a hurry.

"The doctor! Our guest is sick!" Leon called back. He opened the door and ran out to go get the doctor that would help Meiko.

Len's face was red and as a rosy as a maid with glasses, carefully slipped off his boots and socks, he was clearly embarrassed that a lowly servant was seeing cow manure on the Princes fine boot. It was complete humiliation for the Prince. He sat at the edge of his bed with Rin still asleep on it, gripping the sheets tight from embarrassment. "Honestly, how in the world did you get cow manure on your boot?" The maid asked, sighing as she slipped on identical sock on his dainty feet.

Len fumed and crossed his arms. "As I said before you dunderbrain." Len began a bit childishly. "I had to give the milkmaid who works in the barnyard in the palace to clean Rin's room!" He growled but not loudly so he wouldn't wake his sister up. The maid silently growled wanting to smother the Prince with the manure of his boot.

"There you go." The maid said politely. Len did not thank her, he just pointed to the door and the maid left without a word. Len then crossed his arm and puffed out his cheeks fuming as they flushed rosy red. "I've never been so humiliated in my entire life!" He thought. "Stepping in cow manure…HOW COULD THAT HAVE POSSIBLY HAPPENED TO ME?" He shouted in his mind.

Len then turned around and looked at his sister who was still sleeping peacefully in his bed, his anger calmed down as he saw her angelic face, he couldn't help but smile at her. He then walked over the bed and sat on it and he began to stroke Rin's hair with affection. His eyes soften as his radiant smile grew wider. He wished she would wake up sooner so they could play together again but he wanted Rin to rest up after she collapsed from the lack of sleep. "At least she passed out in my room then somewhere else in the castle. She would have hit her head very hard on something and…" His once calm eyes turned to back into burning anger. "Those disgusting servants would have put their disgusting hands on her….I wasn't even able to stomach the thought when I kept on thinking that I gave permission to those witches for maids to touch her…." Len thought bitterly. "The thought of it makes me want to puke!" He then slowly moved his fingers away from her golden hair and place his hand of her cheek stoking it soft surface with his thumb slowly, he smirked as he brought her sleeping figure up to himself and hugged her with his cheek pressed to hers with his hand still on her other cheek and held her in his other arm. His smirked turned from warm and radiant to a cold and dark one as he stared at her with greed in his ocean eyes.

"As I have been saying, she is not allowed to be touched by others except me. I am the only one who will ever touch her wonderful self…" He whispered darkly. Suddenly Rin's eye lids began to twitch, Len gasped as he saw her eye lids moving, already hating himself if he had woken her up. After all his elder twin had been pushing herself very hard for all this time and she needed some rest so she would not pass out once again.

Rin slowly opened her eyes a bit. Her blue eyes looked full and hazy and Len sighed out of relief, knowing Rin was only half-awake; her eye lids looked as if they would close back any minute. Even though her eyes were opened, they looked weak, heavy, and her pupils looked as if they were made of fragile glass that would crack if his breath kissed them. Rin wasn't fully aware of what was happening in fact she probably didn't even know that she was awake or asleep. She couldn't open her eyes all the way yet and Len could see she was still exhausted. He smiled at her gently as she unknowingly stared at him.

"L….Len…..?" She whispered weakly from exhaustion, her half closed eyes were able to send messages to her brain, telling her senses that her brother was with her at the moment. Rin opened her mouth slowly again to say something but before she could even draw a breath; Len, a bit roughly, placed his fingers on her pink lips before she could say anything else, Rin only blinked sleepily not even realizing Len was silencing her. Len still smiled at her with the same gentle eyes as her eyes lids began to close at the sight of the beautiful look she saw in his deep, blue, gem-like eyes. It soothed her like the lullaby she sang to Len would sooth him.

"Shhh…." Len whispered softly, with his finger still pressed on his sisters lips as her eyes were to the brim of closing. "Go back to sleep, now." He whispered those last words as Rin's eyes closed all the way as she fell back into her deep sleep. Len smiled at his sister warmly as he brushed a lock of her honey colored hair behind her ear. He held her in his arms a bit more gazing at her angelic sleeping face before he laid her back down on his king size mattress and placed the sheets up to her neck. He then stood up and smoothed her bangs from her closed eyes. He kissed her cheeks once again and made his way out of the room to finish his work and to give his sister some peace so she wouldn't awake again.

Len closed the door silently so he would not awake his sleeping sister, and walked away with a small smile on his face. "At least I know Rin won't be waking up anytime soon." He thought. "Now on to another important matter; I must find some oil, eggs and mint leaves." He thought, the smile disappeared on his face. "I guess I could go back in the barn; cautiously though! I do not wish to soil my brand new boots!" He thought with snooty pout and crossing his slender arms. "All the hens are healthy and ripe with eggs so I guess I could steal them like a fox would." He thought to himself, his expression then turned to anxiety. "But what if I pick an egg that has a baby chick in it?" He thought with panic. "I CAN'T TAKE THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT CUTE UNBORN BABY CHICK!" Len began to tear at his hair.

Despite his cruelty towards humans, Len actually loves animals very much. To him he feels animals are the most precious of livening things on the earth, but not because of the way they produce nutriment for humans, but because of he knows all too well that animals are living beings just like him, his sister and every source of life in the world. He believes that the animals instinct is only a myth, that animals can reason and love their young the way mothers and fathers love theirs. He believes that animals only attack humans because they find them as a threat after they seen the cruelness of what humans do to their homes, friends and family and that they feel they have no choice but to attack the human to protect their young and themselves from harm even when that animal is afraid. Despite that he himself eats meat, he does not like to eat it but he feels if he doesn't eat the meat from the animals that he had come to love so much; their sacrifices would be for nothing, but after he ate meat he would always pray that the animals could be reborn as wealthy humans so they could live in comfort without fear. It would always break his heart if he found out that someone had poached an innocent animal for fun, he would break to tears when one of his servants told him that a poaching was taken place in his kingdom and he would immediately send the poachers to the iron maiden for seven days and then to the guillotine for the crime of poaching when his highness had forbid it to protect the animals in the forest.

"Oh…" Len sighed. "Only the very skilled of servants can identify which will be a chick and which will just be yolk…." He sighed again, confused on what to do, however his ear pricked up when he heard something very interesting.

"I cannot believe I spent 8 hours collecting sun flowers and nuts for this oil!" He heard a maid complain.

"Not to mention you had to collect all those mint leaves from that bush that only grows on the further left of the castle." A male servant was saying.

"Don't forget, that I had to collect all the yolk eggs! How many was it? 20!"

Len face lit up like a candle and he cautiously walked to the direction of where he heard the voices. When he arrived, he saw a young women and a young man both servants talking to each other and complaining about the morning and just a few inches from Len was an old woven basket filled with a bottle of fresh oil, pearly white eggs and luscious mint leaves, sparkling with dew drops. He figured the maid had sat down her basket when she spotted her friends and ran to him to complain about her work to him. Len grinned. "How stupid of that maid to set her basket down unprotected like that." He thought.

Len bent down slowly and grabbed the basket and then very swiftly and quietly like a cat that was about to pounce, ran away with the basket of stolen goods without the servants noticing a thing.

Len chuckled. "Idiots! Idiots! Idiots!" He whispered childishly as he ran. "That poor maid is going to have to all that stuff all over again in the hot sun!" He coldly yet childishly thought with a nasty grin on his face.

Len made his way back to the kitchen, opening the door slowly and closing it silently when he walked in he sat the basket of the stolen ingredients next to the stolen pail of milk that he had a hard time haling in the castle without anyone noticing it. The flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, salt and the chocolate, sat on the wooden table with bowls, spoons and other baking utensils that he found in the kitchen and washed them till they sparkle for he did not want his princess to eat dirty food and fall ill.

Len took three minutes to catch his breath and when he did, he smoothed his suit, dusted his pants, rolled up his sleeves and turned the pages of the cook book to how you're supposed to bake the cake properly.

"Ah! Here it is!" He exclaimed as he put his fingers on the words that said How to bake a cake.

"Let's see….first I pour 2 cups of flour…" Len read as he pulled an old but polished red crystal cup (that was still in good shape) in front of him sitting it down on the dusty wooden table and picked up the small bag of flour in hands. Len carefully opened the pack and slowly poured the powdery ingredient in the crystal cup; the dust from the food puffed into the air dancing into light fill air and quickly disappeared without a trace. Len the lifted the bag up to cease the pouring of the flour and sat it back on the table, he then picked up the crystal cup and checked it a few times to make sure it wasn't too full, when he proclaimed that it was a dosage, he tip the cup of the shining bowl and poured the flour out of the cup and into the bowl, He repeated this a second time like the instructions told him too, and then moved on to the next step.

1 cup of sugar. the book read. Len looked back at the red crystal cup that was covered in flour powder and shoved it aside, reaching for another cup that was the color of blue with an emerald diamond encrusted in it. Len like the beautiful jewel that was encrusted with in the cup but he despised the color of the cup. BLUE. It reminded him of the blue kingdom he went to visit for the princess of that kingdoms crowning ceremony. He never liked the color blue and felt frustration that he and his sister were cursed to have that particular color for their eyes and would have preferred it better if they were born with green eye's instead of blue. Len sighed, giving in to the color of that cup, after all, he needed fresh cups for the other ingredients and whether he liked it or not, would have to use this cup eventually so why not now and get it over with?

With another low sigh he placed the cup on the warm wood of the table, picked up the bag and began to pour the white sandy ingredient in the cup and soon poured the cup of sugar in the bowl and added another cup after he poured the first. "One more cup for love." He said to himself, wanting to make the cake for his beloved princess especially sweet as she was herself. After he poured yet another cup of sugar he read the book to see what else he need to put in.

"Next is a teaspoon of salt." He said, nodding his head. He turned 'round and found the bag of salt which was closer to him then he thought. Len raised his eyebrow a bit confused for he thought he left the bag of salt by the four. "Perhaps I have miscalculated." He thought as he picked up a copper colored teaspoon and dug it into the salty sands and dropped the small teaspoon of salt into the bowl that was filling up with the food ingredients. "Perfect." Len proudly said. Next he poured a half-cup of chocolate into the bowl, then cracked two large, pearly white eggs into the bowl without a shell spilling into the bowl, a half-cup of the sickly sweet oil, then a teaspoon of baking soda, dunked a half-cup of the fresh, creamy milk into a yellow cup and poured it into the now filled bowl the final touched was when he tore three mint leaves into tiny pieces and sprinkled them into the bowl.

Len smiled as he saw all the ingredients, correctly in the bowl, he then picked up an old but strong wooden spoon and stirred it carefully. As he stirred a wide smile was painted on his childish face. "Oh, Miku…." He thought. "I cannot wait for you taste this, I bet you will love it!" He kept think of her tasting his cake and after she did he would imagine her giving him a kiss on the cheek. His cheeks flushed as thought of her warm lips pressing against his skin, in fact he was so into his fantasy that he had not noticed that he was stirring the batter to swiftly. Len finally realized his stirring was to fast when something mushy and gooey flew onto his soft cheek. He opened his eyes and pressed a finger of the chunky damp surface and realized that a piece of batter had splattered on his cheek. Len sighed "Oh well…I needed to taste-test it."

Len scooped a tiny layer of batter on his finger, cutting the trail of batter, leaving a line of his smooth skin free from batter. As Len slowly moved his finger to his lips he smiled as he began to daydream of his princess. "I bet she'll think it's delicious." He thought as he put his finger in his mouth and began to lick the batter, hoping to taste an ocean of sweetness.

Len's eyes widen and his nose wrinkled with discomfort, he had not taste an ocean of sweetness that he had hoped for. Len quickly took his finger out of his mouth and he spit on the sugar coated marble. "Yew! Yuck! Petwie!" He spat. Len wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared at the batter. "Wh-Why does this taste so salty?" He asked, his tongue twisting with iterance from the strong saltiness that stung in his mouth. His eyes then widen when he remembered something and he began to survey for the bag of salt and sugar and when he found them his jaw dropped.

The bag of old sugar was still closed, not yet opened and the bag of salt was actually lighter then it was before. What Len had put into the bowl after he poured the flour was not sugar….it was salt. He had poured 3 cups and a teaspoon of salt into the batter. Ruining it completely. Len slowly looked back at the batter and then back to the bag of salt. He clenched his teeth as tears formed into the corner of his eyes, he then grabbed the bag of salt and threw it across the floor. It's salty sands spewed across the floor which was now covered in a mixture of sugar and salt together.

"You stupid salt!" Len shouted to the bag, angry that the bag of salt had deceived him. He then sighed and looked back at the ingredients and other fresh dishes for baking, he then crossed his arms.

"Oh well…If at first you don't succeed…" Len began as he picked up another bag of salt and opened it. "Try, Try again!"

Rin slowly opened her eyes, blinking them to regain her eye sight. "Wh-where am I?" Rin thought as she slowly and carefully sat up, the sheets fell to her waist. Rin looked around a bit confused until she realized she was in her brothers room. Puzzled Rin began to think what had happened for her to be in her brothers room and then after a brief three minutes, it finally hit her….She had just passed out when she had just gotten clothes for her brother. He shouldered tensed up and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

"Oh No!" She had thought. "How could I have passed out? How? I am the servant to my beloved Prince! My beloved younger sibling! So how on earth could I have passed out?" She shouted, tearing at her hair.

"Oh, calm down now." A familiar, women's voice said. Rin blinked and turned her attention to the door and found her friend, Lily right at the door with a silver tray in her hands.

"L-Lily…?" Rin stuttered rubbing her eyes a couple of times to make sure she wasn't still asleep. Lily giggled a bit.

"Oh come on now, can't you say "How do you do?" Or perhaps a "Hello, how've you been since the time I have departed?" Throw me a bone or something'!" She playfully groaned.

Rin smiled a small one. "I'm sorry, it is just that I've only seen you once and I have been thinking I wouldn't see you until the day after tomorrow." She said with a giggle.

Lily giggled and made her way to the bed. "Um, by the way Lily I have a few questions." Rin slowly began.

"Regarding…?" Lily asked, already inches from the bed.

"Well, you see….I was getting my brothers clothes for the day, when I passed out, so um, would you mind telling me where he is?" Rin asked. Lily didn't answer she just smiled and then gently placed the silver trey on Rin's lap, on the silver trey was a sweet omelet, drenched in honey, a bowl of fresh strawberries dewed with honey as well, a pad of golden butter with 3 slices of fresh bread that was still warm and steamy, a bowl of thick soup with basil leaves decorating the mouth of the bowl and a glass of orange juice with a floral design around the shining porcelain glass straw.

Rin looked at the food with wide eyes, reminding herself that her stomach was empty and growling for food. But she quickly brushed it off and looked back at Lily, waiting for her question to be answered. Lily smiled a usual goofy grin that she gave to Rin when they were kids and Rin's heart sank when she saw that smile.

"You don't have a clue, do you?" Rin said in an annoyed tone.

"Nope!" Lily said cheerfully. Rin sighed and began to struggle to get off the bed and not drop the trey, but Lily held her back.

"Lily, what are you doing? Let me go, please." Rin pleaded, wanting to find her younger twin as quickly as possible.

"Sorry, Rinny-poo." Lily began with a giggle.

"Do not call me that…." Rin growled. Lily had always called her that when they were children. It was because ever since Rin came home with Josephine from their little sneak out, (That Len had listed about, previously) Lily nicked named her that as she was scrubbing Rin clean.

Lily giggled again. "But the Prince had ordered us to keep you here, until you finish your breakfast." She said.

"WHAT!" Rin shouted.

"Sowwy!" Lily teased, mimicking a baby's voice like she so often did.

"But I have to see Len! Let me go!" She shouted, trying to prying Lily's hands of her, but it was futile.

"Now, Now you don't want to disobey your brother's orders now, do you?" Lily said. Rin froze and Lily grinned, knowing that those words would make her stop struggling. Rin flowed and let go of Lily's arms and sat up right, looking down shamefully.

"I guess you are right…" Rin whispered. Lily smiled gently at her and picked up a silver spoon dipped it into the steamy, hot soup and held the spoon in front of Rin's face, She looked up a bit confused.

Lily smiled at her. "Say, ahhhh…." She said in a motherly like tone. Rin blushed and growled and then took the spoon from Lily's hand without spilling a drop of soup in it.

"I can feed myself! Thank you very much!" She grumbled and sipped from the spoon. Lily just giggled.

"Okay, this is my fifth try, I'm sure I'll be able to get it right this time!" Len said confidently as he stirred the fresh batter into a shining black bowl, gently.

Bowls, cup, spoon and empty bags were strewed across the tables and the floor. Flour, sugar, salt, mint leaves and failed batter for the cake he was trying desperately to make, covered almost every inch of the work table and the floors as well. Len himself was also covered in the ingredients, His face was powdered with flour and the batter from his first attempt, his honey locks of golden hair was seasoned with sugar with a piece of dried chocolate on his small nose. Flour, sugar and salt, baking powder and baking soda was clumped all over his once spotless suit, making it hardly resemble a suit at all, and mint leaves were stained of his pants and his finger nails were caked-with batter, even his arms were covered with batter and backing soda. His eyes were burning with determination.

"I know this one will not turn out like the last ones!" He thought to himself as a series of mistakes from his previous tries flash in front of his eyes.

The second time he tried to make another one and failed at it was mostly because of his day dreaming; First he was careful not to mistake the sugar with the salt and stirred it very carefully but he did not tear any of his precious mint leaves for there were only 20 left and it was required to tear 3 leaves each for the mint cake, he just had to be sure he got it right this time. And indeed he did, when he taste tested it, it was sweet as a blue berry but decided to stir it a bit more to make it even taste better. As he stirred he began to once again think of Miku and her precious lips touching his own, his stirring got more and more faster, that all of the batter had spilled out of the bowl and splattered everywhere and the Prince had another one of his temper tantrums.

The third time after he finished his temper tantrum, he set to work again and was about to pour the third bowl of fresh batter into an old cake-pan when he slipped onto the same bag of salt that deceived him as sugar and spilled the batter all over the floor, adding yet another edible decoration to the floor and yet again the Prince had another tantrum.

The fourth time when he had failed was when after he made yet another cake-mixture, he was going to add chocolate in the batter, but because his hands were covered with so much batter it was difficult to unscrew the lid, it took him ten minutes of thrusting and cursing until he was able to unscrew the lid, however because he had pulled so fiercely, he tumbled back word and his elbow hit the bowl hard and he fell down to his boots, soaking them in its thick creamy mixture. Len was too busy groaning in pain from his funny-bone to even get angry at yet another failed attempt to make a cake for his princess.

After all those failures, Len was determined to get this one right! Flames danced around him as he glared at the bowl of batter stirring it carefully. "THIS TIME….I'LL GET IT RIGHT FOR SURE….." He whispered darkly. He stirred the batter for six minutes, taste tested it, added the last of the mint leaves, mashed them up and stirred again, and taste tested again and then decided it was time to pour it into the pan.

Slowly, very slowly he walked to the pan and carefully poured the batter into it until the bowl was dripping. He tossed the bowl aside and gently picked up the batter-filled pan and the slowly walked to the old wood-burning-oven that sat in the corner. Len crouched down and sat the pan beside him so it would not fall out of his hands when he would open the oven.

It creaked as Len opened the oven door because of it being rarely used and cared for but luckily for him there were logs of wood within the oven that would heat the batter up and soon puff to a beautiful cake he hoped for. Len then picked up the batter filled pan and placed it within the oven. Len then quickly ignited the wood and closed the door just as the wood began to burn, already cooking the batter. Len smiled and then he breathed, feeling quite exhausted and drained from the work he had done.

"Now all that's left to do is wait 35 minutes for it to bake." He breathed. Len then stood up and began to walk back to the table. "I wonder what I shall do while I wait…?" He thought to himself with a heavy sigh. Len's eyes then caught a glimpse of color on the table. He stopped walking and turned his head around and found the book he took from the library, the book was covered in only sugar. "Oh that's right." Len thought as he picked up the book, dusting it from the sugar until he got to the title.

The Spider and the Butterfly. He read again. "I haven't gotten through chapter one yet, perhaps I can take advantage of this moment and read it, I mean it's is only 35 minutes, what harm could be done? Besides I'm very interested in what will happen to that fly." Len thought. With the book in his hands, he made his way to an old rocking chair and carefully sat on it, praying that it would not shatter to pieces like the old stool did, but after he rocked it a little, he immediately felt relaxed and calm, already remembering that his father would always hold him and his sister, Rin and rocked the twins both to sleep.

Len dusted the book as little more and then began to turn the pages until he got to the page where he left off and began to read:

"Please…." The fly squeaked, trying to squirm free from the cruel silvered strands that held her, as tears poured from her large red eyes. "Spare me…." It begged.

The spider chuckled darkly, still crawling to it until it was over the fly. The Spider stared at it with cruel eyes.

"What a cute squeamish little voice…." The spider said as it ran the tip of his one of its elegant legs threw the fly's silky black hair that was tangled in a mass of the thick strings. The poor creature sobbed more, but shut its mouth not daring to say a word.

"Tell me…." The spider began. "What is your name, my sweet?" It demanded. The fly sniffed not wanting to give her name that her beloved mother gave to her to this beast, but when the spider opened its mouth to show it's pearly white fangs that resembled daggers, she told him, fearing what he would do to her with those fangs.

"I-I-I-It's Iris…." She stuttered, sniffing with every word. The Spider smiled as it touched her light gray cheek.

"What lovely name, it matches your beauty." He said maliciously. But he was right indeed, the fly was very beautiful. Long light green wings that resembled emeralds, six adorable legs with the color of gold tinted at the ends, supple ashy grey skin and she even had long raven black hair with her amazing large ruby eyes to match.

"I'll bet you'll be tasty." He whispered. The fly shuddered and began to struggle rapidly, trying to get free but it was useless.

"Please let me go…" She pleaded as fresh tears came from her eyes. The spider smirked at this. He then leaned in by her face and kissed her on her purple lips. Her ruby red eyes widen, tears still spilled from them. She began to muffle for him to stop, but he ignored her muffles and slowly slipped his long tongue in making her groan with fear. Eventually he broke the kiss and whispered in her delicate ear. "Don't worry, you'll be spared for a week or two, and when I tire of you, I'll receive your blood as my snack, but I'll knock you out with my venom so you won't feel pain. I can be generous after all, can I not?" He said to her.

A bit of relief bursted through her heart, knowing she wasn't going to die yet but she also had a touch of fear within her, knowing she was still going to be made a meal for this cruel being, but she didn't say anything all she did was stare at him with wide and fear filled eyes as he made his way to a primrose that was also trapped within the sticky silver strands. It was where the spider slept, warm and cozy with the flower nectar as his treats when he decided to save his catch for a while.

The Spider smiled at her and then made his way into the flower disappearing into it. The fly began to cry, wishing this was all a nightmare she would be waking up to soon.

End of Chapter 1

A burning smell filled Len's nostrils. He looked up from the book and smelled the air more a bit puzzled. "What is this horrid smell?" He thought as he turned his head around to where the source of the smell was coming from. His eyes widen as he saw smoke coming from the oven. "Oh no!" Len shouted as he ran to the oven, knowing his cake was burning up. He quickly put his hands on the handle but as soon as he did his hands burned from the heat and he immediately let his hands go, whimpering in pain. "Ouch!" He screeched and he looked at his hands, they were bright red and still stung with burning pain. "Oh…" He whimpered, digging his delicate finger nails into his burning red palms, making it hurt more, but he didn't care, all he had to do was find a way to open that cursed oven and rescue the cake! Without thinking twice, he took off his crimson red vest, wrapped it around his hands and opened the oven. A sea of black spoke flooded into his face.

Len cupped his hand over his mouth, trying to protected his lungs from inhaling any of the toxic smoke. He coughed a few times, stood up to gulped in the air that wasn't tainted with the suffocating black smoke. He then shut his lips, holding the air in his cheek, crouched back down and took the cake pan out but then stopped when he saw that it was surrounded by red flames.

"GYAAAA!" He screamed and he stood up baking away. Len began to wave his arms up in down with panic wondering what to do to extinguish the flame.

"Okay! Calm down, Len, you can figure this out! Um, okay! What did that stupid teacher tell you to do in case there was a fire?" Len shouted as he searched his memories for what his teacher had taught him about fire when he was a little child. "Um! Uh! Um!" Len thought pounding his head for answers, finally like a light bulb, his memories lit up. "That's right, pour some water on it!" Len's face then turned back to panic when he thought the situation threw. "Wait a minute, NO! It's still in the oven! The flames will ignite if I do that! What am I a jester?" Len shouted with panic. Sweat rolled down from his temples, his heart thumped faster, trying to figure out how he was going to stop the fire. Without warning he swiftly pulled the pan out with his vest, dropped it to the ground, unraveled his vest from his still red hands and began to beat his vest on the black food to dowse the flames.

10 minutes passed and Len eventually extinguished the flames, which he was indeed relived, but his soon spirits drifted away when he saw his ruined cake. It was burned to a crisped and it hardly even resembled a cake anymore, to Len it just looked like a big pile a mud. Len fell rather then sat down against one of the tables that was near the oven. He was exhausted; covered in batter, chocolate, sweat and every single ingredient he was using for the failed treats he made, his hands were now a light red from the heat of the oven he had touched and still stinging with slight pain, his fingers felt were even raw from the work he done, because he was not use to the labor that his servants would always do, his pony tail holder was singed, leaving his hair free and down to his shoulders and his vest was scorched and ripped from the battle with the flames. Len was thinking about giving up.

"Oh…" He sighed. "What a disaster this was…I really wanted to make a nice treat for Miku just like she did for me…" Len moaned. "How could this become all wrong? I followed the recipe just right?" He thought. Suddenly he felt a warm cloth wiping his face gently. "Huh?" Len thought as he felt the silk of the cloth brushing upon his skin. He opened his eyes and looked up, finding his sisters gentle face, smiling at him.

Len blinked. "R-Rin?" he stuttered. Rin giggled at him, still smiling, she was now dressed in the maid's outfit she had worn previously before she passed out.

"So it seems you have been busy this morning." She giggled. Len blinked a couple of times, suddenly his energy sprang up and he anxiously grabbed Rin's hands with his battered covered ones. His exhaustion disappeared as if it was never there to begin with.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling better? Do you feel dizzy? Did you sleep well? Are you still tired? Did you eat your breakfast? Did you even eat? No one touched you, did they?" Len kept asking more and more questions to ensure Rin was okay after she passed out from exhaustion.

"Please, Please clam yourself Len, I'm feeling much better now, I got enough sleep, ate all of my breakfast and dressed myself. Everything is okay." Rin explained calmly but with a weak smile.

Len still wasn't convinced. "Do you promise, Rin?" He asked a bit sternly. Rin smiled and kissed his forehead (Which was free of anything edible.)

"I promised, Len." She said. Len breath with relief, knowing she was back to her old, cheery self. Rin then raised her eyebrow. "By the way Len, could you please tell me why you and the kitchen are both a mess?" She asked politely.

Len looked down blushing. "Well…I, um….you know, last night when that stupid maid gave me a gift from Princess Miku, and it she had made that Turkish delight for me…" Len began.

"Yes, go on." Rin said not getting angry at Len for calling her friend Lily "Stupid". She knew that Len did not like any of the servants that worked in the castle, she supposed it was because he knew that they all hated him, even her friends hated him, but not Rin, she loved him.

Len squeezed Rin's hands. "I…I wanted to pay her back by making her a cake…" He whispered as his eyes sadden. Rin fell silent for a moment. "But as you can see…I failed." Len said sadly. Rin almost thought she heard a loud crack from her heart. She felt her heart shattering to pieces as she saw the sad look in his eyes. Rin could tell Miku was a very important person to her brother because he's in love with her and to see him so sad like this; her eyes threaten to break into tears. Rin smiled at her brother and rubbed his sugar coated hair, he looked up as she patted his head.

"I think it was just that making a cake was a bit too hard for you, not that you're a terrible cook or anything, why not I help you?" Rin suggested. Len looked at her with excited eyes.

"Really! You'll help me make something sweet for Princess Miku?" He asked hopefully with his eyes gleaming with joy.

"Of course, I'm your sister after all, but…" Rin began.

Len blinked with confusion. "But what?" He asked innocently.

Rin giggled. "Not to embarrass you or anything, but I believe you should at least wash up before we start." She said.

Len blushed and bit his lip as he examined his clothes that were covered in everything he was working with.

"Now, now it's okay, I'll escort you to your room and draw your bath." She said as she helped him up.

"Must you?" Len asked, still worried about his sister who had just passed out from exhaustion recently.

Rin smiled at him. She then gently took his hand and curtseyed with her other while closing her eyes. "Of course. I have vowed that I would always be here to serve you, to protect you, to make sure your smile will always be on your face no matter what. I am your servant after all." She said and she kissed a clean spot on his hand.

Len looked down at her with a frown on his face. "But you not just my servant Rin….you're also my big twin sister…" He thought sadly.

After a while, Rin wrapped Len in a long white towel from the kitchen to covered himself up so the other servants would not recognize him. She let Len walk slowly since he was still a bit unsure to walk around like he was, but he was covered up so well in the towel that no one knew the prince was under there.

"Here we are." Rin said as she opened the door to the Princes bed room. She gently brought Len in and then quietly shut the door and then quickly unraveled the towel around Len, she then gently sat him down on his bed and went into the bathroom that was in the room. Len could hear water running but it soon stopped quickly and Rin came back with a silver cup of water in her hands.

"Here you are, Len." She said holding the cup to him. Len slowly took it and smiled. "Thank you, I was beginning to feel a bit parched." He said, Rin smiled at him content with the smiled on his face. She kissed a clean spot on his cheek and made her way back into the bathroom to start Len's bath.

After a few moment Len nearly jumped when he heard the loud running of the water splashing in the bath tub, knowing Rin had started it. As he waited for Rin to return to him, he stared at the cup of water she gave him. "Oh Rin…" He thought as his face saddens. "How I wish you were not a servant, why can't you be a princess like you were before mother and father's passing? You are too kind and nice to be my tool, if only the kingdom knew of you…but sadly they couldn't because the only way for a kingdom to know if a King and Queen had children was to wait seven years of their life…why must this happen to you, My dear sweet sister?" He thought to himself. The sudden feeling of his throat feeling like sandpaper made him finally drink the water to the bottom. Len had a difficult time keeping his tears in his eyes from the coldness of the water running down his throat.

After he finished his cup of water, Rin came back and only then did he notice the water from the tub had stopped running. Rin took the empty cup from Len and set it down. She then held out her hand to him. "Come now, your bath is ready." She said. Len smiled a small one and nodded his head while taking Rin's small hand. Rin giggled once more and then gently led Len to the bathroom.

The bathroom was an enormous room. In it there was a polished sink with golden knobs, the floors were a golden yellow with beautifully walls made of pearls, a sparkling toilet, a large glass window that gave a beautiful view of the sky and a large platinum tub filled with warm water while decorated with bright red rose pedals. Len smiled a bit as he saw the warm water-filled tub waiting for him, however before he knew it Rin began to unbutton his shirt.

"R-Rin!" Len shouted, blushing a bit. Rin stopped and looked up at him confused.

"Is there something troubling you, Len?" She asked.

"W-Well, why are you undressing me?" He asked. Rin raised her eyebrow.

"But, I dressed you in the suit I made for you." She said. "I even undressed you as well."

Len blinked, already remembering that time when Rin was dressing and undressing him. He blushed looking to a corner. "Oh yeah, you are right, my apologies." He said, with an embarrassed frown.

Rin giggled at the blush on his cheeks, she kissed his cheek and continued to unbutton his suit. She then slid his suit off, leaving him in a small white T-shirt that he was wearing under his suit. She then began to slowly slide his silky black pants off, she didn't have to worry about seeing his undergarments because he was also wearing a pair of white shorts made of rich cotton. Rin then folded his dirty clothes and smiled at him.

"I'll leave you to wash yourself now, Len." She said sweetly. Len forced himself to smile. Even though he did not want her to be leaving he also did not want his sister to see him in his birthday suit and taking a bath.

Rin gave Len another kiss on his cheek and made her way out of the bathroom shutting the door gently. Len walked to the bath tub, sighed and then removed his shirt, shorts and his undergarments and climbed into the tub. He smiled, closing his eyes dreamily as he felt the bliss of warm water soothing the ache's in his muscles from the work he had done, cleaning his porcelain white skin from the edible things he was working with. His small burns from the oven had soothed a bit from the water, but it still need cold water to dowse the stings. Len dunked himself in the water, stayed under for a bit and then came back up spitting a bit of a hot water out and then he practically swam to the sink, the tub was so large and deep.

Len turned the golden knobs to cold and ran his burning hands under the cold water that spewed from the mouth. "Ahhh…." He breathed as he felt the stinging pain from his once burning hands, cooling from the cold water.

He let his hands run under the cold water until the water around him felt cold and he turned the knob back to hot to warm the water up. After he repeated this several times he then grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash himself.

"So, how is she?" Leon asked as the doctor looked over Meiko who was still unconscious on the bed. After the doctor looked her over a bit more he looked back at Leon with a smile. "She'll be fine, she just drank to much alcohol, she just needs to sleep and drink plenty of water, and perhaps even some sour plums will help her." He said cheerfully.

"And her heart, what about her heart?" Leon asked, still not convinced.

"Ah! Yes her heart." The doctor said brightly. "Her heart will be just fine, she only almost had one because she was probably way too excited or upset about something while she drank all that alcohol she consumed, she'll have a bit of heart burn for about a day or two, but as I said she'll be fine." The doctor explained.

Leon sighed out of relief. "That's good, thanks doc." Leon thanked as he held a small pouch of coins as payment for the doctor. He took it a bit quickly, wished Leon and his brother a good day. Leon leaned back on the wall while crossing his arms as he watched Meiko just in case she was going awake. As he watched her, his face sadden as he remembered what she had shouted in the bar, about what happened to her home and her beloved parents.

"I can't believe that selfish brat." He whispered, already feeling a bit of anger rising to heart, he squeezed his arm and bit his lip, trying to calm himself down. He stayed watching her for almost an hour when suddenly he felt strong arms wrapping around his neck, putting his head into a headlock and then a loud voice boomed in his ear.

"How long are you going ta keep watching her? I'm getting hungry!" A large man that was in his twenties said. His hair was a short dark brown and his eyes were an amber color while dressed in black and white rags that had just a bit of red materiel sewed in. He even wore a tiny skull charm around his neck, he was unmistakably Leon's little brother, who looked as if he could be the older one.

Leon freed him self from his little brothers grasp and panted because his brother nearly strangled him. "I-If you could have just learned how to cook, like my I did with mother, then you wouldn't always have to wait for me to cook you crap, Al!" Leon said angrily.

"It's Big Al to you big bro!" Big Al said, while jabbing his finger in his brother's chest. "Now, make me something! I'm hungry!" He exclaimed.

Leon slapped his brother's hand away from him. "I heard ya the first time! And no! I'll make you lunch after our guest wakes up!" He growled.

"Ooooh, does that mean your inlooooove?" Big Al teased, while puckering up his lip and making kissing noises, teasingly.

Leon's cheek flushed. "I AM NOT!" He shouted with fury.

"My big brother finally found his girl!" Big Al laughed.

"Shut up you dunderhead!" Leon shouted. Big Al still kept teasing him until he felt a gentle and small hand touching his shoulder. Big Al turned around already knowing who it was. It was his wife; a young women with white blond hair in beautiful glossy curls. Her skin was a creamy tanned color and her eyes were a luscious cerulean color and she was dressed in a simple sundress that was a spotless white. She shook her head slowly with a sweet smile on her face.

Big Al smiled at her. "Okay, I will stop teasing him, honey." He said softly to her, taking her hand and kissing it. His lips even touched the diamond ring on her fourth finger that he found into the mines when he was younger and used it to propose to her.

Leon sighed. "How come when Ann tells you to stop, you listen?" He mumbled.

"Because she's my beautiful wife and you're my big bro so I don't have to listen to you. Oh and it's Sweet Ann, cause she's my little sweetie!" Big Al chuckled while gently bringing his wife closer to him. Sweet Ann let out a silent sigh while Leon growled.

"At least go out and catch something! My Sweetie's hungry too! So do if for her." Big Al pleaded. Leon sighed and grabbed his wooden bow and six arrows.

"Fine!" He grumbled as he stuffed his weapons in a big green bag. "As long as you buy some supplies from yesterday's earning Al, and Ann please watch the girl until she wakes up." Leon grumbled his sentence at his brother while he politely said his to Sweet Ann.

Big Al just grumbled, while Sweet Ann nodded her head with her sweet smile. Leon looked back at Meiko with a sad frown and walked out of the room to get some lunch. Big Al also made his way out of the room as well to collect some of the money that they all had earn yesterday. Sweet Ann stayed in the room, she gently closed the door, grabbed a chair, pulled next to the bed that Meiko was sleeping in and sat on the wooden surface.

Ann locked her eyes on Meiko watching her like a hawk. Ann pulled the covers down to Meiko's chest so she would not be hot because of the humid weather that was out today and brushed her brown bangs from her face, waiting for Meiko to awake.

Len unplugged the tub and the water and rose pedals drained out from the tub. He then stepped out and dried himself off with a silky yellow towel that Rin had left in the bathroom for him. After he dried himself off he put on yellow robe that was made out of the finest of silks and tied the black sash around his waist. Len then made his way to the door and knocked on it to see if Rin was still in his room. "Rin, are you still in there?" He called.

"Yes Len, I am still in here. you can come out." She called back. Len smiled, knowing his sister was out there waiting for him. Len turned the golden door knob and opened it. He found his sister waiting for him with a fresh pair of formal wearing in her arms.

"I have to say, you look twice as better as you did before." Rin said cheerfully while giggling. Len smiled at her, giggling a bit as well.

"Why thank you, Rin." He said a bit cheerfully.

"But it seems you have neglected to dry your hair a bit." She said, eyeing how wet his golden hair was.

Len blinked. "Really?" He asked. Len thought he did a good job on drying; that it was perfectly fine…but it was still dripping water.

"Here I'll dry it for you." Rin said , she laid his fresh clothes on his bed and then she walked into the bathroom to retrieve a towel. She picked up the discarded one Len had previously used to dry himself off with. She aired the towel out to shake some of the wetness out and then folded it on her lap neatly and walked back into her brother's room where he sat on the bed waiting for her.

"Now please stay still, Len." Rin told him. He nodded and obediently stood still like a puppy would if they were given an order. Rin then placed the wet towel on Len's wet head of hair, and began to dry it while slowly and gently digging her fingers in the towel beneath his scalp to help dry his hair faster.

Len looked down a bit sadly as she did her work. He did like to let his sister do all this work just for him. He did not want her to be a servant, but he could not break the will of his parents of what they wanted there children's future to be. "But…." He thought. "At least she'll be able to spend much more time with me then we ever were able to." He convinced himself.

Rin took the towel off of Len's head and gently touched his hair; she smiled when she found it just to the brim of drying. She then kissed him on top of his head and said. "There you go all done." She said happily.

Len smiled. "Thank you, Rin." He said.

Rin then picked up Len's white undergarments and held them to him. "Here, I'll turn around while you put them on." She said with a smile.

"Okay." Len said as he took the underclothes from Rin's hand. Rin turned around and waited for Len to put them on.

When Len finished he also put of a fresh black shirt and black shorts, he did not want his sister to see him in his undergarments.

"Okay, I'm done!" Len called. Rin turned back around and smiled her usual smile.

"I see you've put your shirt and shorts back on." She giggled.

"Well of course!" Len scoffed. "I wouldn't want my sister to see half naked!" he shouted, blushing.

Rin giggled and picked up his suit. "Now, let's get you dressed." She said. "Please spread your arms." She politely said.

Len did and Rin slid his snow white undershirt on and buttoned it up, she then slipped his silky black pants on and soon slipped his vest on.

Len then sat on his bed as Rin slipped his silk red socks on and then the supple leather that was his boots on. After she finished dressing him she then led him to his vanity, sat him down on the chair and pushed the chair in smoothly. Rin then grabbed a golden comb from his vanity and began to brush his silken hair. Len loved the way Rin brushed his hair. Smooth and gentle without pulling one strand of hair from his delicate head. Oh...how he loved it when Rin brushed his hair.

Rin then set the comb down and took a silver pony tail holder from one of the drawers of his vanity, pulled his hair back and put it in it's normal pony tail like before.

"There you go all done!" She chirped.

"You didn't put my hair in pigtails again, did you? Len groaned, hoping that when he opened his eyes he would not find his hair into twin tails like the day before.

Rin giggled. "Don't worry Len, your hair is in the same pony tail as it always is." She said.

Len gulped and slowly opened his eyes; looking in the mirror, He breathed with sign relief that his hair was not in pigtails and just in his normal pony tail. He touched it a bit and then turned his head around and smiled at Rin. "Thank you!" He chirped happily.

Rin's smiled widen when she saw Len's smiling face, she giggled happily.

The great clock began to ring. It was 1:45, Lunch time.

Rin held out her hand for Len's and he took it. "Time for Lunch, Len." She said happily. Len smiled as Rin led him to the small beautifully carved table in his room. On the table was golden trey that had seven bite size tomato and cheese sandwiches on a china plate, a cucumber and avocado salad in a glass bowl, four shelled lobster claws with two lobster tails and poached shrimp on a silver platter. "I was able to bring your lunch into your room while you were bathing." Rin said as she sat Len down and pushed in his chair.

Len looked at her. "Aren't you going to have any, Rin?" He asked her.

Rin shook her head. "No, I am still full from my breakfast, so I guess you could say my breakfast was my lunch." She jest.

Len chuckled at that. "May I ask, what kind of tea I am having for today's lunch, dear sister?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh!" Rin said, nearly forgetting that she hadn't poured his cup of tea yet. "Yes your tea! Well actually I made this kind, it's green tea."

"Hold on, did you say you made this tea?" Len asked a bit surprised.

"Yes, while the chefs were making your lunch for the day, brother, none had time to make the tea so I made some myself, I was taught how to make tea while I was away." She explained.

"May I please have some now?" Len asked, wanting to taste his sister's tea.

"Of course." Rin replied. Rin picked up the rose printed tea-pot and poured some green tea into a porcelain tea-cup until it was filled to the top. "Here you are, my prince." She said.

Len growled and did not taking the cup. Rin blinked a bit confused. "Is there something troubling you?" She asked.

"Rin, what did we talk about last night about calling me "Prince"? Len asked gruffly.

Rin searched through her mind wondering what he was talking about until it finally hit her.

"Oh!" She anxiously exclaimed. She then bowed apologetically to him (still holding the cup carefully in her hands without spilling a drop). "Oh Len, I'm so very, very, very sor-"

"Nope!" Len interrupted her before she could finish. Rin quickly looked up, her heart beating faster. "You promised you wouldn't apologize for the rest of the week! I will not let you break your promise, Rin!" He pouted.

"Uh…O-Okay." Rin stuttered. "Okay Len." She said more clearer.

Len then smiled at her beautifully. "That's it, I feel a lot better when you just call me by my name." He said in a gentle voice. Rin paused for a bit and then returned his smile. "Don't worry, I wont make that mistake again, Len." Rin said.

"Do you promise Rin?" Len asked.

"I promise." She said softly.

Len giggled and then took the cup from Rin and sipped it. When he pulled his lips away from the rim of the cup he smiled happily at the cup. "Rin…This tea is amazing! How were you able to make such fantastic tea?" He exclaimed.

"Oh…" Rin whispered a bit shocked.

"Hm, what's wrong Rin?" Len asked a worriedly.

Oh, it's nothing. I just never really thought my tea was all that good, Len. I guess I'm just a bit surprised is all." Rin said, smiling.

"Why in the world would you think your tea is bad? I like it! I like it allot, Rin! Can you please make tea for me all the time?" Len asked with pleading puppy dog eyes.

Rin smiled as she clenched her hands behind her back, she was trying restrain herself from jumping on Len and squeezing him because he looked so cute with his puppy dog eyes, but to calm herself down she patted Len's head and kissed his forehead, "Okay…" she whispered "From now on I will make all of your drinks."

Len smiled at his sister. "Do you promise, Rin?" He asked.

Rin removed her lips from his forehead and smiled at him. "I promise Len." And with that they both returned each other's, giggling as they did and Len soon began to eat his lunch, dreamily saying that the food were more delicious then anything in the world.

The door of the bar slammed open and the bell "Hey! I'm back!" Leon called.

"About damn time!" Big Al called as he ran to his brother and lightly punched him in the stomach.

"Ugh!" Leon groaned clutching his stomach. "What the hell was that for?" He screamed at his younger brother who began to rummage through his big green bag.

"Cause you were gone for an hour! My sweetie and I are starving!" He shouted.

"And what about you! Where are the supplies for me to cook?" Leon asked, standing to his feet, still clutching his stomach that still ached.

Big Al pointed to one of the tables in the bar. "Over there!" He said. Leon rolled his eyes and took the bag from his brother who began to curse at him.

"Shut up!" Leon shouted at him, punching him in the arm and then made his way to the stuff on the table that would help him make something really delicious for lunch.

"Well make sure ya hurry it up! I'M HUNGRY!" Big Al shouted. Leon's fist shook with annoyance, wishing her could punch his younger brother in the mouth, so he would stop yelling at him to make something.

"It'll probably take a while, so just shut up and wait!" Leon called.

Meanwhile back in the room where Meiko was still sleeping. Ann covered her ears and clenched her teeth with annoyance as her eye brows twitched. "How I wish I could just tell those dunderheads to shut the hell up!" She thought. Sweet Ann then looked at Meiko who was still sleeping. "I wish I was you sweetie, sleeping through this entire ruckus." She thought wishing she too was sleeping.

Meiko breathing got a bit heavier. Ann untied the cloth that was around her head, soaked it into cold bowl of water that was still sitting of the table beside the bed. She squeezed the water out of the rag and dabbed it on her forehead to cool her fever. "You poor thing…" Ann thought sadly. "Only someone as cold as ice could ever do such cruelness to someone so young and pure as you."

Ann then lifted up her left while still dabbing Meiko's forehead with the cold cloth. Ann brought her fingers to her lips and touched it softly, Ann swallowed hard as tears formed into her eyes but pure anger kept them from falling. "Believe me…I've taste the bitter juices of his cruel fist." Ann thought, wishing she could yell it.

Rin came back after she cleaned Len's leftovers and the dishes from his lunch. Len embraced her when she came back. "Please don't take so long, okay?" Len told Rin.

"Okay, Len. I will be quicker from now on." She said, hugging him back. After a moment Rin broke the hug and said to Len. "Excuse me Len, but remember when you said you wanted to make something sweet from Princes…." Rin began trying to remember what the Princess of Green kingdom's name was again.

"Miku." Len said, helping his sister remember the princess beautiful name.

"Ah, Right Miku, and remember when I said I was going to help you make something?" She added.

"Yeah…" Len said.

A few minutes later Len and Rin were back in the old kitchen that Len was working in to make a cake for his princess. His jaw dropped when he saw how clean everything was. The floor was polished to perfection without one speck of sugar or salt on the ground, all the cobwebs were gone, the tables and the window were also cleaned and polished.

His face then turned frighten when he began thinking that Rin did all this. "R-Rin you didn't…" He stuttered. Rin nodded happily as if what she did was nothing.

"NOW LOOK AT WHAT I'VE DONE!" Len thought angrily, nearly slapping himself in the face. "BECAUSE OF ME, MY POOR SWEET GENTLE SISTER HAD TO CLEAN THE WHOLE ROOM!"

"Len?" Rin asked confused. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine…" He whispered. "S-So….what are we going to make?" Len quickly asked.

"Well, as I said before, a cake is probably a bit too hard for you, especially if you are going to be doing all on your own, so how about some cookies?" Rin suggested.

"Cookies?" Len repeated, slowly.

"Of course, after all cookies are much, much more better and easier to make then a cake, after all." Rin giggled. She then pulled the cook book Len had used to make a cake and held it up to him, he stared at it. "Here, you can pick which kind of cookies you want to make for the princess." She said smiling.

"R-Really?" Len asked a bit shocked.

"Of course, she is your princess after all." Rin said.

When Rin had said that, an excited mass of energy whirled around him. "Yeah!" He exclaimed and he took the book from Rin's small hands and flipped through the pages, looking for the best cookies he could find in the book as he did Rin began to walk around looking for something.

Len kept turning the pages until he got to one page were he saw a beautiful picture of cooking painted on the pages. It was a picture of mint-chocolate-chip-sugar-coated-butter-filled cookies.

"This…" Len thought nodding his head. "This is the one I want to bake for her." He thought confidently. Len then looked up from the book, expecting to see Rin. "Rin I found which ones I want to make." He said, but he found no one in front of him. "Hm?" Len thought confused. He looked around the spot where Rin was standing.

"I'm over here." Rin's voice called from another direction and Len turned around to where he heard her voice and saw Rin smiling at him while in a puffy white apron with a winged design on the straps.

Len blinked at that. "You look cute." He mindlessly complimented. Len then blushed and shook his head. "I mean-Why are you wearing an apron?" He quickly said, hoping his sister didn't hear his first sentence.

Rin giggled. "What do you mean? When you're baking something, you have to wear an apron so your clothes will stay cleaned and dry." She said.

Len blinked, feeling a bit foolish that he did not know this. "Oh...Really?" He asked a bit embarrassed. "HOW COME I DIDN'T DO THAT? RIN WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO TROUBLE HERSELF BY CLEANING ME UP!" Len thought, angry with himself. He was so lost in thought that he had not realized that Rin had come up from behind him and was putting an apron on him that was the same design as hers. When he realized this he shouted. "RIN! What on earth are you doing?" He shouted, blushing fiercely because of the apron that was being tied around him.

"Please hold still, Len." Said politely as she tied the silky sash around his waist and tied it into a perfect bow. "You need one as well, do you not?" Rin asked him as she popped up to her feet, still behind him, making Len flinch a bit. "By the way, I think you too look adorable in an apron." She added.

Len blushed. "Do not treat me like a little kid!" He whined. Rin giggled and twirled back in front of him. "So what kind of cookies do you want to make the princess?" She asked him a bit cheerfully.

Len raised his head up. "Oh right!" He then pointed to the picture of cookies he wanted to make. "These." He said.

Rin eyeballed them and read the instructions to make sure it would not be to hard for her brother to make with his soft and delicate fingers which were still slightly damaged and raw from his previous attempt to make something. She smiled when she saw that it would be easy enough to make. "Okay then!" She approved. She then lead Len to the same work table Len was working on before. "Wait here for a bit." She told him. Len nodded and Rin walked away to retrieve something.

A few minutes later she came back with a basket of, flour, sugar, golden butter, chocolate chips, mint leaves and fresh eggs. "Here are the ingredients, Len." She said happily.

Len felt puzzled. "Rin, where have you gotten these?" He asked.

"I picked them up while you were bathing, Len." She answered.

"Of course you did…" Len thought already feeling a bit exhausted and wondering how his sister could do all this after those short minutes bathing in the tub. Rin blinked, confused.

Len then stood up straight and began to fix his tie. "So what do we have to do now?" He asked. Len stopped straitening his tie when he felt familiar fingers gently touching his tie and straightening it out for him. Rin was straitening his tie with the basket hanging on her arm. Len dropped his arms and let Rin finish for him.

"All we have to do is use this to make the cook dough and then after that we put the choclatechips and mint leaves then we smooth the dough out then after that we bake them and PRESTO! We're done." She giggled as she began to smooth his tied out so it would not look wrinkled.

"Sounds easy enough." Len replied, a dryly.

Rin giggled and shook her head. "Actually Len, it's a bit hard." She said.

Len's spirits fell and he hung his head. "Does that mean…its hopeless…?" He moaned as a dark rain cloud hung over his head.

Rin flinched and waved her arms widely up and down with panic that she crushed her younger brothers hopes. "No, Len! That is not what I meant! It's not hopeless, its not hopeless at all, I swear to you it isn't! It will be just a bit hard, but if we both work together then you'll be able to make the most delicious cookies that the Princess will ever taste!" She said, trying to encourage him.

Len raised his head. "Really?" He asked in a puppy dog like-voice.

Rin nodded her head. "Really!" She promised very quickly.

Len smiled. "Thanks, Rin." He said.

"Your welcome, Len." Rin said smiling. They then both broke out into a giggle.

After a few minutes Rin led Len to the same work table. "What do we have to do first, Rin?" Len asked rolling up his silky sleeves. Rin's eyes wondered over the cursive and writing in the book; reading the instructions.

"First we put in is…" Rin began. Suddenly Len popped up from behind her with his tiny and soft palms on her shoulders and peering into the cook book she was holding, eyeballing to where she was in the book.

"Is one cup of sugar!" Len finished for her.

Rin looked over her shoulder and smiled at Len. "You are absolutely right Len!" She praised. Len returned her smile, smiling happily.

"Can we pour three cups indeed?" Len pleaded. "I want Miku's cookies to be extra, EXTRA, sweet!"

Rin smiled "Of course we can." She replied.

Len jumped up down happily. "YAY!" He cheered. Rim smiled warmly at him, adoring the smile that was placed on his face.

First Rin carefully poured the three cup of sugar into three glass cups. First Rin poured one of the cups into the bowl, filling it with the sandy sweeteners still the cup was empty.

"Okay Len, you can pour the next one." She said turning around and finding Len dipping a finger into the second cup of sugar and putting his finger in his mouth to saver the sweetness. Rin sighed and put her hands on her hips, already turning into Big Sister Mode. "Len!" She said sternly. Len looked up. "Your not supposed to eat the ingredients!" She scolded.

Len gave his best puppy dog eyes at her that he knew she couldn't resist. "But I just wanted to taste it a little to make sure it was okay….was that wrong of me?" He asked, mocking a sad tone. Rin flinched at his adorable sad face. His large crystal blue eyes looked so fragile; that they looked as if they would crack any minute and the way his quivering lip was formed. That was enough for Rin, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Len…." She whispered looking down, her hair hung in her eyes.

A big confused, Len looked at her and asked. "Is there something wrong Rin, did I do something wrong?" He asked a bit worried.

Rin then sprang up in the air and pounced on Len like a tiger and gave him a great giant bear hug as they both tumbled down to the polished floor "NO! NO! YOUR JUST SO CUTE!" She shouted. Affection was bursting through her heart like mad and she roughly nuzzled Len's soft chubby cheeks.

Len landed right on his back with Rin on top of him still hugging him tightly. "GYAAA!" He squealed as he felt her strong arms crushing his brittle ribcages and delicate spine. He tried to struggle out of his sisters arms but it was futile, Rin was just to strong for him. "YOUR CRUSHING ME!" He shouted as she tighten his grip on him, but Rin's cute senses had reached to the top and she was filled with so much hyperness and affection to even hear Len's whimpers and pleads for her to stop hugging him.

After sometime, Rin had finally let go of her brother, and after Rin had bowed her head apologetically (But without saying a word because of her promise) for almost squeezing her brother to death and because she was his sister that he loved and admired more than anyone, Len forgave her silent apologizes; panting of course…and went back to continue their work to make Miku's cookie.

"What's next?" Len asked, his lungs refilling with air once more.

Rin put her tiny finger on top of the cursive word, trailing each one to find where she left off when she went into "Hyper Sis Mode". She tapped her finger on the parchment when she finally found the word ingredients and trailed her fingers down to the next ingredient that was below the last.

"Next we have to add two sticks of butter." She read. Rin then carefully and delicately plucked two sticks of golden butter from the basket, her tiny fingers easily slipped into the soft and gooey surface as she held them, but before they could slip out from her fingers, she quickly dropped the two sticks into the bowel.

"There, now that's taken care off." Rin thought, closing her eyes and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Need's a little more butter Rin." Len said, unsatisfied that only two sticks of butter went into the bowel.

Rin raised her eye brow. "More? Why?" She asked, confused.

"I want Princess Miku's cookies to not only be extra sweet, but I also want them to EXTRA buttery as well!" Len exclaimed in a childish tone.

Rin smiled. "As you wish Len."

Len smiled widely and then without warning grabbed the bowel from the basket that was filled with butter and poured it into the bowel without having a second thought. Rin began to panic when she saw her brother pouring all the butter into bowel, she feared that he would ruin the delicate mixture. Rin quickly through her arms up under the bowl of butter her brother was tipping into the bowl filled with sugar and pushed it up, making Len's arms go up as well with the bowl.

Len blinked in confusion and then he frowned. "Why did you do that Rin? I was putting more butter in for Miku's cookies!" He growled. Rin patted from her panic attack with her head down.

After she caught her breath she looked up to Len. There faces were so close to each other that their noses touched. "I'd like to say that wasn't the brightest of ideas you've ever had, Len." She said, giggling nervously.

"HUUUUH?" Len shouted angrily. "Are you saying I'm stupid, Rin?" He growled.

Rin smiled weakly. "No Len, It just that it would have been wiser to just put two more sticks of butter instead of the whole bowl, cause if you do that, the mixture will get to soft and it will not bake properly." She explained softly.

Len's face turned to panic. "Huh? Oh no! What have done!" He shouted in dismay. Rin removed her hands from under the bowl and Len lowered his arms and put the bowl of the remaining butter back onto the table. Len looked at the bowl of sugar and overly filled butter and his face sadden. "Does that mean…we have to start over?" He whined.

"No! Not at all Len!" Rin reassured.

Len looked at her with a confused look on his face. "But you said, if the mixture has to much butter then it's ruined. Did you not?" He asked.

Rin nodded. "Yes I did! But luckily I was able to stop you before you poured anymore butter, so this mixture is quiet fine." She said smiling and she patted his head softly.

Len smiled widely now knowing he didn't ruin the mixture, he was even more happy because they both didn't have to star over, after all Len was getting sick of having to bake things over and over again. (Due to the cake fiasco.)

He breathed out of relief. "Oh thank goodness…." He whispered. Rin smiled wider and then kissed Len on the top of his head which made him giggle. "Can we please continue, Rin?" He asked sweetly.

Rin giggled while she nodded her head. "Yes, of course Len." She said. Len returned both her smile and her giggle.

Rin then picked up the cook book from the table that was dimpled with butter from the ocean of the golden softness from the bowl Len had started. She sighed and wiped the butter away with her apron, she turned the pages again until she was back to the page of where the picture and instruction of the cookies the twins were making was. "Okay." Rin whispered. "Next is two cups of flour…" She read.

"I'm way ahead of you, sis!" She heard Len cheerfully saying, she turned 'round and saw Len with a pink pastel colored cup in his hands that was filled to the top with flour that he snatched from the basket when Rin was reading the instructions; the bowl was even filled with the first cup of flour (That stood on top of the other ingredients). Len grinned proudly with a small giggle.

Rin was surprised for a second then she smiled and clapped her hands together. "Very good Len!" She giggled. "You knew what to do before I even could read the instructions. Your so smart!" She said, completely impressed.

Len pointed his nose in the air in a kingly-like-manner, with a childish smirk on his face. "Well I am a genius after all." He said proudly.

Len was proud of himself that he didn't realize that he was tipping the cup of flour onto his boots, he did notice until Rin pointed to boots and said. "Um…Len y-your b-boots…th-the fl-flour." She stuttered with a bit of anxiety. Len opened his eyes and looked down to his boots wondering what she was pointing at and when he saw the flour all over his shoes, his jaw dropped and soon anger rose in his chest. He glared at the bag of flour that looked like it was shaking from the princes deadly glare it gave it.

Len harshly grabbed the bag of flour and brought to his face, just inches from touching his nose and shouted at it with rage. "CURSE YOU, YOU STUPID, USELESS FLOUR! HOW DARE YOU SOIL MY BEAUTIFUL BOOTS!" And he threw the bag of flour across the floor before Rin had time to stop him.

Thick clouds of the flour exploded from the bag, blinding everything with it suffocating puffs. Rin and Len choked on the dust of the flour, coughing the powder out from there throats. They waved their hands in the air trying to block the white foggy smoke from their lungs.

"Len. hack….hack….hack….Your not supposed throw bags of flour because…hack…hack…" Rin coughed unable to finish her sentence because of the flour caught in her throat.

"HACK! HACK! Hey! You don't have to explain it, sis! I get the message! Now please open a window!" Len angrily shouted. coughing loudly

A few minutes later the sibling were both by the window, gulping in fresh air to clean out their lungs. There was the slight coughing fits but they were small and soon subsided into tickles in their throats. Rin looked at Len. "Now what have we learn today, Len?" She chastised.

Len rolled his eyes, groaning that his sister was giving him a scolding, he wanted to fight back but she was right so he took in a breath of fresh air and swallowed his pride ."Not to throw flour across the floor even if they soil your clothing." he mumbled, blushing a bit from humilation.

Rin smirked and patted Len's head like he was a puppy. "Good boy, Len!" She cooed.

"I am NOT a dog sister!" he shouted not finding his elder twin's jest funny. Rin giggled and then held out her hand for Len's.

"Let us continue now shall we?" She sweetly said. Len grumbled a bit and took Rin's hand.

"You do not have to tell me twice sis." He scoffed like a child. Rin giggled and his childish behavior as they made there way back to the table to continue their work.

After they added the eggs the mint leaves and the chocolate chips (Which were a little low considering Len ate most of the chocolate chip) they both stirred it, taking turns and yes occasionally they intertwined their fingers together and gently yet swiftly stirred the batter together, giggling happily as they did. After awhile the batter slowly turned into cookie dough naturally and Rin carefully took the cookie dough out, spilt it in half horizontally so that Len would half of the dough to roll it out himself. She then handed Len a rolling pin and he examined it skeptically.

"How old are this thing anyway?" He asked while balancing the tip of the rolling pin on his finger. "Will it break if we use them?"

Rin shook her head as she placed her light pink rolling pin on the dough lightly. "No Len, I'm sure their strong enough." She said positively.

"Do you promise Rin?" Len asked, looking at her.

Rin smiled. "I promise Len." She giggled.

Len smiled once more. Happy with another one of his sister's promises that he knew she would keep. He then put his rolling-pin onto the dough. "So you just roll it then?" Len asked, pressing down on the greenish brown dough that had harden a bit.

"Yes, that is right, Len." She said, her eyes fixed on the dough as she too pressed down on hers.

Len pressed roughly down on the dough, trying to roll it out, but it seemed as if the dough would not flatten. Len pressed harder but it still wouldn't would not flatten. His temper began to slowly rise. Rin however was having no trouble on flattening her dough with the rolling-pin, she was gentle and patient with her dough and it flatten for her, nice and thin. She smiled that her work was simple without one obstacle in her way, she began to whistle a tune as she worked, relaxing comfortably.

Len kept pressing down even harder on the dough with the rolling-pin, droplets of sweat rolled from his temples, his muscles tighten and his shoulders tensed up with fury, he clenched his teeth tightly, biting his cheek from the inside until he tasted blood but he was too angry to even care that blood was dripping from his tongue, even with the intense weight that he impelled onto the dough (Not to mention the struggle to roll it up and down) It still would not flatten. "You foolish cookie dough…." Len thought angrily. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he pounded the rolling-pin down on the dough so loud that Rin nearly jumped, she turned around and stopped rolling the dough, wondering what was going on. Her eyes widen when she saw Len's angry demonic face, glaring at the cookie dough before him, blood dripped out of his mouth and he panted heavily and sweat rolled down his face.

"L-Len…" Rin whispered, she began to walked towards him. "A-are you oka-" But Rin didn't have time to finish because just as she was about to place a hand on his shoulder, Len began to furiously beat the cookie dough with the rolling pin harshly.

"FLATTEN OR I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GUILTION! He screamed with burning anger that shot throughout his whole body.

"Kya!" Rin shrieked as she saw Len's temper reaching it's maximum height. "L-Len please clam down!" She pleaded but Len was to furious to even hear his sister's pleads to calm down. Rin bit her fingernails nervously. "What am I going to do?" She asked herself. "Len's poor little body will can't handle all this anger…." Rin whimpered. Eventually Len wore himself out and he fell to the ground and passed out, his eyes swirled with exhaustion. "L-LEN!" Rin shouted nervously. She caught him before he fell to the floor. Rin began to panic. "OH WHAT DO I DO?" She asked herself. "OKAY CALM DOWN RIN! YOU'RE THE BIG SISTER, FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!" Rin panicked and panicked wondering what to do with her fainted brother.

"Princess Miku….Miku….Miku…" Len mumbled in his sleep as his eyes still swirled around.

Whew! This was a verrrrry long chapter indeed one of the longest ones i've ever written! I'm starting to wonder if I like doing long chapters or I'm just going crazy XD Poor Len, just cant control that temper of his Tee hee hee…..

Sorry 'bout the super looooooong wait! Schools been busy, busy, busy! Rain is falling from the sky like no tomorrow, pretty soon summer will be here and I wont have to keep you guys waiting!

Please enjoy everybody!