Onette: Welcome to Chapter 11 :D

Viola: Stop making me look like a damn idiot. I better have a breakthrough moment in this damn chapter.

Rose: -giggles-

Onette: -cough, cough- Not the way that will please you though, Viola.

Viola: What the -. The damn bitch owns nothing. ._.

Onette: hehe.

Rosie's POV

Geese, young master caught me teaching my cousin dancing. Thank God it was just young master, just imagine what his mother would of done to me. Okay, I'm avoiding the main point of this. Let's restart shall we. GEESE, YOUNG MASTER CAUGHT ME TEACHING MY COUSIN DANCING! I'm fired for sure.

"Geese Viola, I know you were bizarre but really; don't you have any Christmas plans with your family?" Nagihiko questioned.

"Not my family, but with your girlfriend," Viola replied. Man, Viola... wow you are really something else, aren't you? He blushed a bit.

"Rose, what is she doing here?" he soon replied.

"I'm sorry young master... she is, my friend. I was teaching her how to-"

"Mind your own business Fujisaki." Viola screamed interrupting me.

"This is my business, Hotori. Now you are in my house... this now has become my problem!"

Viola ran out of the house and kind of cat jumped into her window, freaky. Nagihiko glared at her with admiration. Did he like her? No wait. Viola said he had a girlfriend, interesting. Then young master turned his eyes to mine, his face boiling with anger. No way he could like her from this reaction. He seemed to have cooled down though after a while.

He sighed. I didn't notice he was holding in his breath. "Be honest. Why was she here? I won't be mad. She just... there's something not right about her. Like she hates me no matter what I do. She has a way of making me look like a complete retard by using idiotic tricks against me. And yet her walls are covered with posters of the great Nadeshiko Fujisaki..." Nagi paused. "She hates me. That girl. And yet she said she loved me. But in an unusual context. Who was this girl, Viola." he kept glaring into my eyes. "Who is she?"

Flashback

"I was five years old. Five years old when she was born. Born on May 15th. May 15th, 1998 {AN. That's my birthday. And the facts below are facts of myself, well except for the twin part, in the first paragraph :P} She was the oldest. Born the first I mean. She was a twin... but she was born, first. Her hair from birth was long, to her shoulders and were pitch black like her mothers. Her sister had no hair at all in comparison to her. Her eyes shone green. Most babies had baby fat, but her legs were pure muscle, for a child that is. And even with this much muscle, she managed to weigh a full two pounds less than her identical sister at birth.

Life was fun with her around. Her mother was nice. She was my cousin, so I guess it was only nature for me to spend time with her. I treated her like my own sister. My own sister, who had died at age eight soon after her birth. But when I spent time with her, all my pain seemed to fade away. I was good at one thing, and one thing only it seemed. Dancing.

I was not perfect, I was not a master... though I was good. Good to her. I practiced with her, her eyes glowed with excitement. Just the feeling of this enlightened me. It had been five years since she was born. She was different now, I was different. She was tall... for her age. Her hair, dirty-blonde. Her skin was paler. She was tinier than at birth; extremely underweight which worried me sick. When I found out that it insulted her to be called underweight by her sister constantly though, I didn't bug her about it. She was still muscular, but what stayed the same was her eyes. They still shone that reflection of green that had its way of putting me to tears.

Then it happened. I was about your age, 13, when my mother died. She died and I was left with my father. My father being American. I didn't really go to America much. Over the summer here when it was winter in southern California. When I got the chance I could. But then, father made me move there, to America. I was devastated. It was horrible. But she could always make me laugh when I was on the verge of tears. Always make me cry, that's how much I laughed. I liked America. No wait, I like her... and that was my reflection of America.

But then my father died. It was sad actually. I was fifteen. She being 10. I was then forced again to move to Japan. But the problem. I didn't want to leave. Leave her.

I was packing that day. I packed my belongings, everything that I owned by my name. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. You are, leaving. She muttered. Don't leave me. It escaped from her mouth. I was sorry. I was sorry to her.

Her personality was so charming. She was cunning, but it seemed as she grew older she applied herself less and less than she did when she was little. She was beautiful, but her looks didn't dominate her life. She was nice, but she didn't let her inner self show to anyone else, but me. She was athletic, and that was the only reflex of success she actually would let shine, but her mother complained she was such a failure for only thriving in physical education. And that's when the hitting began.

She was strong, but I don't think she could handle it. Being hit. Being the failure of the family. Being a disgrace. Being her. Her mom and her used to have a close relationship but it faded. And I remember one time asking her 'what was your dream?' and she replied, 'to be like you' and then she explained. 'I want to be like you because mommy likes you. Because mommy doesn't hit you. And because you have a mommy.' but she didn't understand my mother was gone too.

She saddened me. When I left, I had never seen her again. She would talk to me through Face book, but her parents eventually started yelling at her for being on the computer too much. Thank God they are on business trips through most of the year. But I went a whole two years barely talking to her, without seeing her even one time. That girl that made me happy. It killed me to be away. She liked me too, right. What did it do to her?

And this would only happen to her, not her sister. Her sister was better than her, so her sister got the royal treatment because of her profound maturity. There was really no one to relate to. This would happen any time their parents were home from business trips it seems. Any time, except if their was a guest outside the family over...

And then I heard about a month ago that she was moving here. Moving to Japan. Moving to this town. Moving to this neighborhood. Moving practically to this house. My neighbor was my hero. Was my cousin. I was overjoyed. But I remembered her true dream, dance. She admired you. When I told her that I was moving to Japan she literally burst into tears of joy asking for your autograph, young master. So I invited her into the Fujisaki manner. Viola... Young Master, I know it violates my rights here as an employee, but she was really-"

End of Flashback

Nagihiko's POV

This was, ridiculous. This story. I'm not denying the fact whether it's true or not, it's just... something about Viola's personality just doesn't seem right from that description. Something about Viola just wasn't that. Viola was content with being herself by the way she acted. That was not the girl, Rose, my most loyal servant, was describing.So I interrupted her.

"Now I understand." Now I really did though. Understand Viola's actions. Viola acted cold because she was trying to conceal her pain. Her acting, is good. Better than Rima's anyway. And she was cunning. She corners me every opportunity she gets. She was beautiful... I mean, she is identical to her sister... unfortunately. And she had posters of me everywhere. The question, why did she hate me?

Viola's POV

I climbed up from my balcony into my room. I guess I was running. It was only 12:04pm, but obviously everyone was awake, even Rima. I glared at the note I left her, still untouched. But she wrote back:

Back at you, Viola

First of all, you left on Christmas. Rude, cold hearted. You know your parents miss you. Your parents who have been working hard for you, for this fantastic room. And you're not even grateful. What are you, a monster? When you come down though, you have me to wait for. Have fun, I hope it was worth ditching your family for.

-Rima

Bitch, she didn't understand anything. I can't go down there and face my mother and my father. Nothing will force my feet to move down into the living room. Just as I was dozing off, the door opened.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, VIOLA! We've been worrying about you." my father yelled. Tadase was standing next to him sighing in relief. I could feel it though, a slash across my face. It burned... my face. Horrible. He slapped me. Even Tadase, Tadase's uncle being my father, was standing there, shocked. This was, embarassing.

My father stormed out of the room. Tadase's magenta eyes widened at the sight of my blood dripping slowly off of my chin. "Don't tell," I wimpered. He only nodded and looked at the note on my nightstand with a curious face. He didn't need to ask. "I was with my cousin. My other cousin." I was careful to emphasis the word, other.

I had nothing against Tadase Hotori. He's a nice kid. The prince type. Older than me by two months. But Rose was special to me; I hadn't seen Rose in two whole years. I met Tadase a week ago. I don't really know him that well yet. And I've been dying to see Rosie for some time now. That slap just now was worth it... abuse to see Rose, worth it.

"I see, Rima is waiti-"

"Rima can go to hell for all I care!" I yelled. Luckily the door was shut and I don't think anyone heard me. Any type of relationship I had with Rima was over because of that note. Don't get me wrong, I'm not offended. Oh please, I've disconnected myself with any feeling of guilt regarding my parents a long time ago. But she just... showed me how low she could go; and she is a cold person. I person who cares about no ones' feelings. On the outside at least... but who cares about how she is on the inside. She obviously won't open up to me. Lucky for her, I can go lower, lower than cheesy, bull-crap elementary school jokes. I can go low.

Tadase looked flustered, shocked... that I actually said that. But he saw the note. And he just went down stairs like nothing had happened. Like nothing had happened. I understand what he does. But I can do it... better.

The rest of the day was normal with Rima around. Like a picture perfect family with her around. But I avoided eye-contact with Rima. Tadase kept whispering her things, Rima looked at me like I was some type of extraterrestrial alien the whole time. I got what I wanted for Christmas, a badmitten set. Olivia got some type of ice-skating outfit. And when my parents found out Rima was staying with us, my parents got some cheap comedy manga, my idea. Apprently, it was supposed to be released in a week and Rima had been saving up all her money on it so she was as happy as I had seen her in a week. Merry freaking Christmas everybody!

Onette: Rose!

Rose: Ugh, Finally...

Onette: Where am I supposed to go with this story now o.O

Viola: Now I look like an idiot... DAMN IT!

Onette: Hey you asked for it. Okay. You guys should know the drill. Review and all that crap.

Viola: I hate you.

Onette: And almost everyone in the story hates you to ;)

GOODBYE

Viola: B-b-but...

Onette: I said bye!